audition

[mjeevas]

The scene was dressed up like something out of a domestic advertisement. It was fake and showed a glimpse of something he wasn't actually offering, but there were enough snatches of reality in between to leave the future uncompromised. It wouldn't be anything this clean, this hopeful. The rooms were flooded with light and whatever warmth the

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[lionguard]

There was something awful about the room in its parody of homeliness. It was a kind of perfection that didn't exist in the real world, an illusion of a better life in which every party involved was happy in their assigned roles and there was no place for personal wishes or inner lives. Leon didn't belong there and he halfway suspected, just by looking, that the man sucking on a cigarette in the corner didn't really either; there was something in his eyes that was too sharp for this kind of precise, prescribed domesticity. Or so it seemed in a glance, until he found himself under the brightness of spotlights and it was too hard to see the other man's face when he stood outside the glow, in the shadows. Leon stood silent, waiting

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[mjeevas]

"I don't have a preference to whether I end up with a husband or a wife," Matt told him, the cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The room seemed to constrict in Leon's presence and he stepped closer as if to ascertain that it was still the same. "I need to settle with someone who will do what I want and won't get in the way. But there have been several men who seem to think they would be better as wives. Perhaps the men who sent you thought you might be one of them." The words were idle mockery while he wondered who would have sent this man to him. "I don't know if I want to marry someone with a debt to pay though

[lionguard]

He looked at the man, expressionless, as he came around to face him again; he hadn't tried to turn while he was being examined from all angles despite the burn of being looked over like a piece of goods. "I don't have a choice about following orders." There were precious few options left to him but to do what he was told, and no telling what would become of him if this man decided against marrying. He had thought them all in the same conspiracy but now he wasn't sure. If Matt did marry him he might at least have some hope of killing the man and making an escape. But a man looking for depravity wasn't something he considered himself to be

[mjeevas]

Lust crept in while Leon pulled open his pants, the open reluctance in which he did so holding the taint of a thrill inside it. It'd been hard to predict how much he'd like the prospects that came in against their will to stand sullenly in the light. It was exciting to watch Leon attempt to hold himself distant from the implication being here brought and the cameras were a filthy objectification that turned toward movement and littered every room of the apartment. He caught himself staring at the man's exposed cock and thought about licking him erect to trap in a cock ring during this but he didn't want to go on his knees in front of him. "So you don't have anything to offer but what you're showing me now," Matt noted, going to an ashtray to grind the remainder of his cigarette down

[lionguard]

Even without the cameras he couldn't imagine a place that could feel more invasive, that could feel like more eyes on him at every moment, awareness creeping in. He didn't want to look at the man staring him but he was supposed to be convincing him into a marriage. The nicotine smell of him was something he was drawing in with every breath and he didn't have any words or actions to persuade him, only an awareness of his gaze making him swallow, unease in the pit of his stomach, heat in his skin. A gathering of tension in his groin that was making his cock swell and after a few moments he moved to toe off his boots and nudge them to the side before he pushed his pants down his legs and stepped out of them. He straightened, flushed in the glare of the lights and when they went dark it should have felt like a relief but it only made him more aware of the isolation of that fake home. There wasn't anything else, any other offering. Just his body, him standing there, waiting

[mjeevas]

"It depends on what you're trying to convince me of. It's not going to make me decide on you. But it might convince me you're willing to do what I say. I'd like to see you play the part of a housewife." It felt like an attempt was being made to devour this man with every glance. "It's what you came here to do, isn't it?" The audition was meant to be a series of actions, not a single act. But it would lead to what he wanted so he held back, even if the sight of Leon's bare skin made him want to follow him to the sink. He sucked on his cigarette instead and studied the line of his shoulders, his gaze slipping down his back to his ass

[lionguard]

Wordlessly, he took the mop that Matt pointed him to and knelt down to wrap his sodden shirt around it. In some way it made this easier, to have directions to follow, to just silently obey in spite of the sting of humiliation. There was something repulsive about a bucket full of lube, thick and slippery when he dipped his hand into it and rubbed it over the handle of the mop and the insinuations of what he was doing pressed down on him to squeeze air out of his lungs. He didn't look at the other man but he was too fucking aware of him moving to the sink before the sound of water running came. He was too aware of his erection and the twisting in his gut that felt like unease and arousal all at once. He wanted something but it wasn't what this man wanted out of him

[mjeevas]

There was something so distracting about the way Leon mopped. The man looked willing enough but his reluctance seemed to creep beneath the surface and make the way he followed direction so dirty. Matt wanted to pull the man's reluctance into the open space between them so that the lie could disperse into an actual, degraded desire to do what was asked of him. Pulling his gloves off, Matt left them on the counter with his cigarette and crossed the room while Leon stopped again at the bucket. The man's arousal drew him in and he touched it first, coming up from behind to close his hand around Leon's erection a second before he took the mop. His grip slid down easily and he tipped the mop's handle slightly while watching the tension in Leon's shoulders and leaning in to drag his mouth over the man's skin

[lionguard]

The man's steps came behind him. He was rigid with expectation, with waiting, and he loathed the way his body jerked when Matt's hand came to his cock again. He didn't turn back to look, didn't need to when his mouth was dragging over his skin and the mop was gone from his hands and he knew what was going to happen, his body bending forward as though molded, tension running like a current through every line. It didn't seem possible to hover so close to breaking away or turning violence on the man behind him without knowing which might come first. He put his hands on his knees, the mop handle between his legs prodding his thighs further apart, into a squat. It wasn't a comfortable position to try to hold for any length of time. The burn started in his hunched shoulders and then it was in his thighs, the muscles straining, breath hissing in when the man's slick finger prodded inside him. It turned into something thick and choked when the handle penetrated him, slippery with lube. It rocked him forward with the way it dragged into his

[mjeevas]

He was captivated by the sight of this man. The tension inside him was something he wanted to lick away entirely but at the same time he liked the way Leon kept control over himself and did what Matt asked without following the words to the letter. It made him want to shove the handle deeper inside the man to force him to break under it but he stopped the casual experimentation of how far he could impale Leon with this when the man said stop. He didn't take the stick out of the man but he held it in paused motion while Leon moved his weight to his hands. Then he started to move the mop in him, fucking him hard with it. "I don't want to take it out of you," he mentioned. "I want to see you take this." It was something perverse to watch the handle move into Leon, glistening with the lube, tempting him to take the bucket and coat Leon with the stuff entirely to leave him incapable of escaping the implications of sex. The man's legs trembled and it made him want him more, the handle thrust into Leon again and again and again just to watch

[lionguard]

There was a moment with the handle held suspended inside of him when he thought that this man might stop, and the sound he made when it started to move in him was tight and choked and humiliating. It forced in hard and it was too fucking slick, thick with lube and too easy to move through him, the strokes of it long and deep and shoving him forward. His hands took his weight with every forward thrust, thighs spread and strained. No one had ever done this, had ever done anything like this to him, splitting him open with some foreign object never meant to be inside a human body. There was a wrongness to this fuck and it was crawling down his spine with the dull ache in his ass and the way his breath shuddered and tightened by alternate turns, every gasp, every pant audible in the too-quiet room

[mjeevas]

He watched Leon's legs crumple, the man's body looking surprisingly vulnerable as it crouched down. The urge to rub Leon's face over the ground came and went viciously and he didn't know what it was about the man that made him want to keep him like this. Matt kept the mop lifted to force Leon's hips drastically high, watching how semen hit the kitchen floor from between the man's parted thighs. Instead of pulling the mop out of him, he continued to fuck him with it while the man came, half wanting to twist it to watch Leon's hips writhe along with it. He dropped it instead, watching it clatter to the ground while still shoved up the other man's ass and returning to the counter for another drag of the cigarette as if this had just been a pause, a commercial break, and not actually part of the audition

[lionguard]

The handle fucked him raw through his release and he pressed hands against the floor and took it, his head hanging low, the sickness of having come so quickly crawling through him. He was gasping when Matt let the handle fall and clatter against the floor. His body throbbed, heat twisting through him in a sly, sinuous way and he hated this feeling that was like desire, prickling at him every time Matt spoke. The man had put his hands on him and he'd bent to him so fucking easily

[mjeevas]

He'd been attracted to the sight of Leon on his knees but his lust grew, attempting to drag all of his existence through its filth, while Leon crawled to the door. He wanted to make the man eat his words. It was the resentment that drew him in, he thought, but it was hard to tell for certain when Leon seemed instilled with the hint of a character he wanted to watch collapse. Fucking him with the mop wasn't enough, and neither was watching him swing the door open to let the person on the other side catch sight of him on his hands and knees

[lionguard]

There was so much perversion in this. He didn't look at the kid while he and Matt spoke, tried to blot out the words, his very existence from a scene that was too sick for anyone to witness, let alone someone still young. But it wasn't out of place in this city, where filth lurked in every corner, even in a place as bright as this; he'd probably seen his fair share of obscenity before now. The lights streaming down from overhead made him feel like he was on a stage, a display made out of him in his exposure, the way he was crouched naked on hands and knees, struggling not to look at or acknowledge anything that was happening around him. But he tensed when Matt's foot nudged against his ribs and he told the kid to ride him like an animal

[mjeevas]

The way Leon's fists had curled on the ground turned him on more than the man's protests could have done. It was an entirely different world, these humiliations that he pushed on people until they finally balked or satisfied his desire to see them dragged through everything his mind could think up. He stared after Leon while the man crawled and wished he had a strap on tail to shove inside of him to humiliate him further but he wasn't that fucking prepared. It was enough to stare at him though and know he was turned on by this too, the man's erection making his own pulse with need inside his clothes. "Go faster," he told Leon instead, lighting another cigarette while he followed after them, kicking Leon's ass when the man didn't move fast enough. "Show him how well you can run on your hands and knees