[User] Jaxien chuckled at the nod, moving the rest of the way to start pulling the man's pants away. He tossed them aside, giving him a predatorial grin. "On your hands and knees, Styx." He slipped a hand into his own pants, giving a soft moan as he rubbed at himself. He waited for the other to comply before pulling off his own pants. He grinned, moving in behind the other, letting his cock slip in between Styx's legs, thrusting a few times just for the hell of it. He lifted his hand up to his mouth, sucking on his fingers to get them wet, before pushing one of them into the Styx's entrance with no warning, gripping his hip tightly with the other just in case he had any ideas of getting away. He continued to roll his hips, though being careful not to get himself too excited, waiting for the man to loosen up a bit before slipping in a second finger.

[Assistant] Styx went rigid as the other removed his pants, feeling a little more than awkward. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd done anything sexual... he'd fooled around with Rebecca a little but she had been really emotionally unstable so it was hard to ever really get anywhere. Not to mention she was dead. He did as he was told, getting onto his hands and knees slowly. He wasn't sure if he should be turned on or disgusted by the moan he heard. He wasn't completely turned off by it but he wasn't jumping for joy either. He shuddered as he felt Jaxien thrust between his legs, shifting uncomfortably. He tried to get a little further away from the other so they weren't so close. He bit his lip and just stared down at the ground. Well, he had to admit, this was better than being dead. He jerked forward when he felt a finger inside of him, but the rough hand on his hip pulled him right back. He let out a soft whimper, not sure what to do with himself. It wasn't awful, but it wasn't nice. He wanted to tell the other to hurry up and get it over with but he knew that it wouldn't feel too nice if he did. He leaned down so his face was closer to the floor, causing him to be bent at a tighter angle. It left him spread wide for the other which wasn't too comfortable but it made him feel the fingers less.

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Jaxien gave another low moan, watching the man as he lowered himself. The view was quite tantalizing. He chuckled, starting to scissor them to get him stretched. It wasn't long before he slipped in a third, the stretching really only to avoid ripping him apart when he pushed into him, definitely didn't want to ruin the virginal tightness. He thrust them roughly into the man for a few moments before pulling back, spitting into his palm and quickly rubbing it over his length to get himself wet.

A moment later, he would be guiding himself into the other, giving a low moan. "Ah... fuck..." The man was deliciously tight, and he couldn't help but begin to thrust into him, slow at first, but quickly picking up his pace. An idea occurred to him, and he gave a husky laugh, reaching around to grip the man's length, starting to jerk him off, adding insult to injury.

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Styx flinched as he felt the fingers scissoring inside of him, letting out a grunt. He'd never thought he'd be in a situation like this. When a third was put in he stiffened, which made the pain even worse as his muscles clenched around the other. He hissed in pain and dug his nails into the ground, trying not to cry out in pain. He hadn't gotten a chance to see the other's cock so he wasn't even sure how big it was. Gods, he hoped it wasn't that big... if fingers hurt he imagined that a dick would be awful. When the fingers left him he felt like puking. He knew what came next.

He glanced back at the other over his shoulder, seeing him lubing up his cock as best he could with his spit. At least he'd taken the time to prepare him at least a little... he was sure if he'd put up more of a fight he wouldn't have been so lucky. When he felt the other pushing inside of him his eyes went wide. This pain was much worse than before. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and let out a sob. He tried to get away from the other, but his hands were still on his hips.

"It hurts..." he mumbled, biting back any screams. If he attracted any attention from some beasts they'd be in trouble. He jerked when he felt the hand on his cock, the pain lessening but he felt a sharp stab to his pride. "No... stop," he whimpered, reaching a hand down to grab Jaxien's wrist. His cock said otherwise, though, as he started to grow hard in the other's hand. He didn't pull his hand away but he did grip at his wrist roughly, his nails biting into his skin. He bit his lips to keep from moaning, though soft sounds of pleasure did escape here and there.

[User] Jaxien gave a low, dark chuckle, staring down at what he could see of the man's face. He was tempted to turn the other around, to watch him squirm, but his need was too insistent to stop. He continued thrusting into him deeply, starting to go a little faster. He ignored the hand at his wrist, even as Styx's nails dug into his skin, apart from to tighten threateningly around the appendage for a moment, before stroking him even faster. The fact that Styx wanted him to stop only making him want to do it more. He couldn't help but give another harsh laugh as he felt Styx getting hard in his hand. He leaned in, not stopping his thrusts for a moment, before whispering huskily in his ear, his tone teasing. "You enjoying this, Styx..?"

[Assistant] Styx was squirming beneath the other in a mixture of trying to get away and trying to get Jaxien's hand off his dick. When the other tightened his grip on his length he loosened his grip on his wrist, gasping out at the discomfort. He still held onto the other's wrist but not as tight, feeling like he at least had a little control if he was holding onto his wrist. He let out a loud gasp and pushed back against the other as he stroked him faster, letting out a strangled groan. Everything was starting to feel so good now... but he didn't want to admit it. It wasn't long until he was fully hard in Jaxien's hand, even the penetration starting to feel good. He shuddered at how close the other got, squeezing his eyes shut tight. He almost nodded his head at the question but quickly shook his head no. "No... no! I-I'm not! Stop it!" He said quickly, the hand on Jaxien's wrist starting to tremble slightly.

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Jaxien moaned, giving a breathless chuckle. "Don't lie you little whore." He accentuated the last word with a particularly hard thrust, starting to stroke him even faster. He moaned happily, leaning in to lick along Styx's neck, wanting to feel him squirm. "Mmnnfuck, you're so tight." He wasn't going to last much longer like this, getting close quite quickly. He wondered if he'd ever be able to go back to paying whores after this, it just felt so much better to take what he wanted.

It only took a few more moments for him to reach his climax, groaning, thrusting deeply as he rode out the high. He slowed to a stop, panting and slowly pulling out, but a few moments later it would become clear he wasn't finished yet. He grinned, grabbing Styx and forceably rolling him over onto his back. He wanted to see the look in the other's eyes. He grapped his hips once again, lifting them up so he could push back into him. With the edge taken off his need, he could take his time, rolling his hips slowly, pulling out all the way before pushing back in to the hilt. He stared down at the man with hungry, lustful eyes, taking the man's shaft into his hand again. He wanted to make Styx cum before he was finished with him.

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Styx glared at the other over his shoulder, not liking that he called him a whore. "I'm not---" he was cut off by a loud moan that he hated to admit came from him. That hard thrust felt better than he'd expected. "I'm not a whore," he whispered breathlessly, his hips arching slightly. He just wanted this to be over. He felt so degraded and... dirty. It disgusted him that his cock twitched when Jaxien said he was tight. He shook his head quickly, starting to tug at the hand around his cock a little. "Don't... don't say stuff like that. It's gross," he grumbled, feeling like an actual whore from all of this. "Shit," he breathed out, feeling his orgasm getting close. He really didn't want to come, though. It would be even more degrading and he'd hate himself for it every day of his life.

Styx shuddered and let out a whine as he felt the other come inside of him, not expecting that. He felt tears sting his eyes and he buried his face into his arm as he gripped Jaxien's wrist tightly again. He felt his stomach flip as the other filled him, feeling so disgusting. He collapsed onto the ground fully when the other pulled out, just glad that it was over. He was still hard since he hadn't come but he was glad he hadn't. At least he still had some pride left. He was just about done composing himself when he was rolled over. He looked over at the other, his eyelashes still a bit wet from where his eyes had watered. He looked a little scared but mostly disgusted and shaken. When the other grabbed his hips he felt his heart cram into his throat. Was this a fucking joke? He was doing it again? He closed his eyes instantly as Jaxien pushed back in, his hands clenched into fists. He whimpered and brought a hand up to cover his mouth, turning his head away from the other. He was going slower this time, he noticed; something he wasn't all that happy about. His hips twitched when the other grabbed his cock again, his body sensitive from his denied orgasm earlier.

[User] Jaxien gave a low chuckle, drinking in the sight of the other beneath him. He gave a hummed moan as he thrust slowly into the other, readjusting with each thrust, watching the man's reactions until he hit the sweet spot. The instant he found the right angle, his thrusts would increase in speed, getting a little harder as well. He tightened his grip around Styx's cock, enough to be pleasurable, rather than painful, and kept his strokes in time with his thrusts. Most of his attention was on making the other cum, though he didn't deny his own pleasure, slowly but surely starting to pick up the pace again.

[Assistant] Styx was fighting back the pleasure tooth and nail. He didn't want to succumb to this. This wasn't the life he wanted to look forward to. But suddenly, Jaxien hit something inside of him that made him arch off the ground and cry out, his toes curling from the pleasure. He panted heavily and tried to twist his body to get away, but it was no use. Well, it was worth a shot. "Stop..." he moaned, though he obviously didn't sound convincing. He cleared his throat and tried to grab onto something as the pleasure shot through him. "Oh fuck... s-stop," he continued to try to get the other to stop, but at this point he knew that wasn't what he wanted. He could feel his orgasm building up quickly, much quicker than the first time. "...Jaxien!" he mumbled under his breath, tilting his head back with a moan. He free hand was still reaching around for something to hold onto; he needed something to make him feel secure.

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Jaxien gave a short, husky laugh, both amused and turned on by the sight of the man struggling against his own pleasure. It was obvious, however, that it was futile. Jaxien grinned, practically slamming into him with each thrust and, by the time Styx's orgasm came, he was close enough for the tightening to send himself over the edge. He slowed to a stop, panting heavily, before pulling back. It seemed that it was finally over, at least. He pulled his pants back up, having never fully removed them in the first place.

He chuckled, "Now that was a fun fuck." He was an especially good mood, now, and was tempted to shoot himself up, he loved getting drunk or stoned after sex, or both, but it would be a risk not being fully aware around this man, after what he'd done to him. So instead, he simply settled for a smoke, lighting it on the fire before pulling out a rough, dirty blanket from his pack. It didn't do much, but held a little warmth, and protected from anything trying to poke into him as he slept. He let himself flop back onto it, looking over at Styx again. "Know how to light a fire, Styx?" He was tempted to use the word 'whore,' again, but the dig seemed pointless, and rather 'stabbing you in your sleep' inspiring. He took a deep drag, letting it out slowly through his nose, smirking as he watched the other. It was obvious in his expression, now, that Jaxien considered him 'his.'

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By the time Jaxien was pounding into him it wasn't long before he came. He arched off the ground and cried out the other's name, his body trembling as he came all over his stomach and chest. He panted into his hand, trying to compose himself. He could feel his muscles tightening around the other. He went rigid when the other came inside him again, letting out a whimper. He licked his lips, turning away from the other as soon as he let him go. He felt so gross. He couldn't believe he was turned on by any of that... and it was even worse that he actually came.

"Shut up..." he grumbled, covering his face. He didn't want to like this. It was so disgusting. Styx slowly sat up and looked around. He went into his bag and pulled out a rag, cleaning himself up as best he could. He pulled his clothes on slowly, wanting to curl up in a hole and die. He looked over at the other, not liking the look on his face. It made him feel like... property. "Yes," he hissed, glaring at him, "and don't look at me like that... you don't own me." As much as he'd protest it, he knew Jaxien did own him. He owed him that much.

[User] Jaxien chuckled, shifting a bit to get more comfortable, taking another drag. "That's good, but more importantly, do you know how to bank it?" Of course, he could do it himself, but the fire was all the way over there, and he was relaxing. He continued to stare at the other, wondering if, in order to get a good night's sleep, he might need to tie him up for the night. Wouldn't do if the kid grew some balls, stabbed him in the night then took all his crap. But, he wasn't too worried. He had two things on his side. One, the man didn't know there was a settlement not too far off, so there was a fair chance that if left on his own, he would wander about until he died. And two, he didn't seem to have the stomach for it. He'd seen him toss the bones out of the cave before starting to build up the wall. Still, it wouldn't help to push him too far. He rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling, eyes losing some of the amusement and possession.

[Assistant] Styx wrapped his arms around himself, groaning as a pain shot up his spine. Goddamn his ass hurt. That was a virginity he never thought would be taken. He looked over at the other, feeling insulted. Jaxien was acting like he was a fucking retard. "Yes, I do. Why?" he asked in a snotty voice. He was really irritated and disgusted. He just wanted to run away. He wasn't that stupid. He knew that if he'd ran away Jaxien would either kill him or he'd die out in the desert. He needed Jaxien and he knew that. He was pretty sure Jaxien did, too. He didn't even seem worried that he could run away. It was degrading. "Is this going to be a... regular thing?" he asked, referring to the sex.

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"Well, do it then." Jaxien gave a soft, amused noise, still not looking at him. At least the wall would serve another purpose, other to keep Styx in and the animals out. It would also keep the warmth from the fire---if banked properly for the night---inside, thus saving Styx from the possibly humiliating choice between freezing all night or using Jaxien's body to keep himself warm. He gave a small hum at the last question, thinking about it. "Not sure." It would be nice to have someone around to fuck, it would save him a lot of time and 'money' to not have to pay some whore to do it. But he wasn't used to traveling with a companion, he was a loner.

Besides, having the same piece of ass over and over could get boring, especially if the man got used to it and just lay down and took it. The struggling had been intoxicating, but he doubted he'd get that reaction again. There was also the factor of the settlement. He'd have to go back at some point to turn in the head of the beast, sure that he would get some sort of 'reward,' for it. But if Styx knew there was somewhere near, there would be no reason to stick with him. All in all, it was a lot of thinking for him, which he felt would be better left for the morning.

[Assistant] Styx glared over at him and got up. He whimpered as pain shot up his spine again, rubbing his lower back. He went and got some stones and built up a wall around the fire, shivering as the cold started to seep into the den. The nights were always cold. He could never forget that. He never wanted to face the cold again. Once he had the wall built up he laid down, ready to relax. He let out a heavy sigh and grabbed his bag, putting it under his head for a pillow. When he got an unsure answer he actually felt a little... disappointed. He gagged at the thought, shaking his head. He would never admit it but he'd enjoyed himself to an extent. It had felt good and whether he wanted to admit it or not, he missed that contact. "Oh. Alright," he said simply, ready to go to sleep. If they did end up having sex again he'd probably fight it again just to at least have some dignity.

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Jaxien gave a soft grunt in reply. He finished his cig, savoring it till there was nothing left before flicking the butt into the fire. He shifted a little, finding a more comfortable position to lie in before closing his eyes. It wouldn't be long before he was asleep, though any noise inside, or directly outside of the den would have him awake and aware in moments.

If the night passed uneventfully, he would wake when the sun began shining through the hole in the wall. He yawned, sitting up and stretching, back and arms cracking loudly. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, before heading over to the bundle of meat. He pulled some out, putting some more fuel into the fire and stoking back to life before starting to cook again. May as well eat while it was plentiful, after all, the meat would only last so long.

[Assistant] Styx fell asleep rather fast as well. He was exhausted from the sex and just wanted the night to be over. He didn't wake up immediately in the morning. He slept as long as he could. He couldn't remember the last time he got a good nights rest. He didn't wake up until he heard rustling around, blinking his eyes open. He slowly sat up with a yawn, rubbing his eyes. At first he forgot where he was, looking around slowly. When he caught sight of Jaxien he wasn't sure if he should be relieved or aggravated. He ran a hand through his hair and laid back down. He didn't have the energy to move. He closed his eyes but stayed awake, just relaxing now. "Where are we going today?" He asked, slowly opening his eyes to look over at the other.


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Keegan tensed up as he made the last changes to his screenplay, saved the file, and then sent it as an e-mail attachment to the well-known television director who had asked to see it. Writing was always intense for him, but never more so than right now, when success was within his grasp. As soon as he shut off his laptop, he leaned into the back of the couch, took a few deep breaths, and relaxed.

His respite was short-lived. He could hear the almost sticky sound of bare feet stepping on the kitchen's linoleum floor, the opening of cabinets, and the rattling of dishes. Chelsea. Shit. After preparing dinner for her, he had gone into the basement to work on the script. Unable to face her, he had waited until he heard her go into the bedroom before he came back upstairs and slept on the couch.

Well, there was no putting it off any longer. He had been in the wrong. As much as he dreaded it, Keegan knew that, this time, he would have to be the one who made the first move. He stood up and walked into the kitchen. There she was, standing at the counter with her back to him. God she was hot. Almost instantly, he became rock hard, the head of his massive erection popping over the waistband of his black boxers.

"I just finished my script," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I was gonna have a drink. Did you want to join me?" Not exactly an apology, he told himself. But, like everything else in their relationship, even saying "sorry" became part of the competition between them. Her reactions would tell him how much and in what way he had to apologize.

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A sandwich for lunch, ham and cheese with a little bit of spicy mustard. All gotten out of the fridge and made before he even put the damn laptop down. She wondered if this little charade would continue all day. Until she heard him walking up behind hr and he finally acknowledged her existence. Chelsea made a noise at his question, one that would indicate that she wasn't impressed with his peace offering. Without turning around she moved to the fridge to get out the mil and pour herself a glass,softly answering him. Making sure he could hear her agitation in her voice. See how bad she could make him feel. "It's too early for drinking..." A glass was gotten out of another cabinet and she poured herself some milk before returning the jug to the fridge.

It was always like this. One of them... or both... would get angry. A huge fight would happen, things would be done and said they regretted later. And then one or the other would come crawling back and beg for forgiveness. Depending on how bad the offense, forgiveness may come easily or not at all. This time though... she'd let him sweat a little. Make him worry. Maybe even threaten to leave him. It's what he got for calling her a whore.

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_So that's the way it's going to be,_ Keegan thought, as Chelsea rebuffed his non-apology while she moved around the kitchen. The words bitch, cunt, cocktease, and slut swirled around in his mind. Fortunately, this time, at least, he kept them to himself. When she sat down to lunch, her back to him, he walked up behind her, ready to say or do anything to clear the air between them. Not because he was genuinely remorseful, but because his cock was aching for attention. They had not fucked since the morning before their huge fight, after all.

"Aw c'mon, Chelsea, don't be like this. You know I love you. Those things I say sometimes, you know I don't really mean them. It's just my nasty temper getting the better of me." He let the words sink in as he moved closer.

"I...," Keegan continued, pausing to swallow hard, "I was wrong. I am really, really sorry. I shouldn't have said it. You're not a... hooker." The last was an interesting choice of words. He had not called her a hooker, but rather a whore. Once again, he was trying to mitigate his own guilt, not give a full apology.

"Please Chelsea. Please forgive me. I'll make it up to you. I promise." With that, he came up alongside her, put his right hand gently on her right shoulder while at the same time leaning into her just enough so she could sense the large erection bulging out of his boxers.

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A smile started to creep onto her face as he spoke. She knew he was sorry. But she also knew that the only reason he was sorry was because he wanted sex. So she just continued to stand at the counter, eating her sandwich and pretending not to be interested. It always drove him crazy when she did that. A gentle shrug left her shoulders and shifted her weight just enough to no longer be leaning against him. Not quite moving away, but letting him know she wasn't interested in what he had to offer. She didn't even say anything, her silence her answer to his plea for forgiveness. He wasn't gonna get off easy this time.

Chelsea knew that nearly every word that came out of his mouth was a lie. He wasn't sorry, he had meant it, and he would do it again. It was their game. Just sometimes she didn't realize how much oil she was pouring on the fire. She pushed too far a lot. And he did the same. There was never really and resolution. Just a temporary fix to a permanent problem.

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They had played this scene out before, Keegan thought, as he struggled to control his hair-trigger temper. Damn her. Part of him wanted to dispense with his halfhearted attempts at apologizing and just grab her, throw her on to the floor, and fuck her brains out. He had done that once before, a few months ago. It had been the hottest sex they had ever had. Still, after it was over, Chelsea had threatened to leave. It took hours of fighting, cajoling, pleading, and outright lying on his part to get her to change her mind. There would be none of that this time, he decided. He would have to concede defeat.

"OK, Chelsea. OK. I get it. You're pissed off," he said, sounding very contrite. "I'll leave you alone. You let me know when you're ready. When you are, I'll give you a nice full body massage. No fucking unless you want to. I promise." With that, Keegan walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room. He sat down on the couch, booted up his laptop, and waited.

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As he walked away Chelsea sighed a little. He knew just how to push her buttons. He knew that when he got like she she tended to start to feel bad. Like she was making things difficult and the only one not willing to move forward. And part of her did feel that way. But the other part of her was still angry. That anger was strong enough to push away the feeling of guilt. So instead of running after him and begging for him to forgive her, she moved over to their small table in the kitchen and ate her lunch. She wasn't going to give into him. Not this time. He had to learn eventually that she wasn't just going to roll over and play dead whenever he wanted her to.

Lunch went by quietly. And once she was done and the dishes had been washed she moved through the living room and toward their bedroom. Totally ignoring Keegan, like he wasn't even there. Instead she shut their door and began to undress, a shower the next thing on her list to do today. She wasn't going to go to him. If he wanted sex or her forgiveness, he'd have to try a lot harder then half-hearted apologies and the promise of sex.

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Keegan looked up hopefully as Chelsea walked into the living room. His hopes were quickly dashed, however, as she breezed past him without a word, or even a glance. Damn her. Damn that stubborn, impossible bitch, he thought. He had done everything but get down on his knees trying to make things right, and still she wouldn't budge. One day, soon, she would go too far, and then... His eyes returned to the laptop.

The script for 'Body of Evidence' was eerily similar to Keegan and Chelsea's real lives. The story began with a young couple, Kyle and Alyssa, who were involved in a passionate but tumultuous relationship. After discovering that his girlfriend was cheating on him with one of her coworkers, an insanely jealous Kyle developed and set in motion an elaborate plot to eliminate Alyssa and her new lover. In the screenplay, Kyle provided himself with what he thought was an airtight alibi as he hired an assassin from overseas to carry out the hit. He also left a trail of evidence, most of it e-mail and text messages, that pointed the finger at the coworker's ex-girlfriend. The police suspected nothing at first. There was even a touching scene where a tearful Kyle had to go to the morgue and identify Alyssa's body. The remainder of the pilot showed how a dedicated team of crime scene investigators pieced together what happened and pinned the murders on Kyle.

Keegan was jolted from replaying the morgue scene of 'Body Evidence', in which he had substituted Chelsea's body for Alyssa's, by the sound of the shower coming on. On the edge of another violent rage, he decided he had had enough. He would give her one last chance. He pulled off his boxers, exposing his precum-leaking erection, and walked into the bedroom. From there he entered the bathroom, finding a nude Chelsea about to step into the shower. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, trying to sound as if he had not a care in the world.

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The sound of his footsteps coming toward the bedroom was almost enough to make her heart beat just a little bit faster. Nervous, she knew she was playing with fire when it came to Keegan's temper. And in truth, there were times when he really did scare her. But all those other times, the ones where he was gentle and loving and passionate. They were enough for her to brush all the other times aside. But as he stepped in the room she couldn't help but shiver a little. Chilly and nervous.

His voice alone let her know he was angry, no matter how he tried to make it sound like nothing was wrong. They had been together too long for her to be fooled. She could see the tension in his body, see the fire burning in his eyes. And while she started to get that unpleasant knot in her stomach that let her know that her fear was getting stronger, she turned her eyes away from the image of him standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He may notice her nervousness, he may not. Either way she wasn't going to give in. He had to learn...

Chelsea, in the back of her mind, knew he would hurt her. She knew she was pushing his buttons not because she wanted him to learn a lesson but because she wanted payback. She wanted to show him that she wasn't putting up with his bullshit laying down. That she wasn't afraid of him. So she got her shampoo and shower stuff together while trying her best to make her voice sound calm. "What happened to leaving me alone?"

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Keegan had hoped that the sight of him before her, his large member erect and aching for attention, would sway Chelsea into accepting his apology and submitting to his advances. When she responded instead by asking "What happened to leaving me alone?" something inside of him snapped. Scowling, struggling to control his rage, he started to move towards her.

"Change of plans," he muttered. In his agitated state, even he didn't know what that meant, only that he would not leave her alone. When they were face to face, he looked her up and down and said, loudly and ominously, "Enough of this! I mean it." To emphasize the point, he moved forward, forcing her to step backwards. With his next step, he bumped into her with sufficient force to send her falling backwards over the edge of the tub and into the shower.

Despite the crashing sound made by Chelsea as she landed backwards, Keegan was not shocked into stopping this latest assault. On the contrary, he looked at her and said, "Get up, bitch. Get up!" When she didn't, he stepped into the tub with her and said, "Fine, then we'll do it right here." Then he started to bend down to her crumpled form.

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Fear strengthened, though she held her ground. The look in his eyes... she knew she had pushed him a bit too far. He approached her and she couldn't stop her knee jerk reaction of taking a step away from him. It would only make things worse, she told herself. But she had nowhere to run. He had her cornered. And soon enough she found herself falling backwards and landing in the tub. Hitting her head on the wall in the process. The sharp pain made her cry out, hands moving to her head instinctively. But she knew he was still coming, that she needed to get up and move if she was going to do anything to protect herself. But for the moment she was dazed and it gave him just enough time to climb into the tub and start to advance.

As soon as she felt him above her she began to strike out. fear and anger lashing out together as she kicked and punched. Anything to get him away and off of her. To show him he couldn't get everything he wanted. That she wasn't scared. But really, Chelsea was terrified.

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Keegan was not surprised by Chelsea's resistance. She had fought back before. She had even hit him first on occasion. But this time it was different. She was hitting him and kicking him with everything she had. Obviously, she was furious.

No matter, he thought. After enduring two minutes of Chelsea's various blows, many of which he managed to block or deflect, he had had enough. Like a predator moving in for the kill, he edged himself closer, waiting for the right moment. One of her wild swings gave him his opportunity. As soon as she opened herself up, he hit her in the jaw with a vicious right cross.

Keegan knew he had staggered and hurt her, though he had no idea how badly. Frankly, at that moment, he could not have cared less. He had other priorities. While she was still stunned, he grabbed her by the shoulders and straightened her so she was lying on her back in the bathtub. Then he mounted her and began to ram his bloated cockhead at and into her pussy. The shower rained down on the two of them as he raped her. The water in the tub ran a bit red as blood from where he had cut her lip dripped down. Strangely, though not unexpectedly, he was as hard as a rock.

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Everything, from Keegan shoving her down into the tub to trying rape her, all of it had been expected. But Chelsea didn't seem the punch coming. So when it hit, it hit hard. More pain shot through her jaw and head, blood filled her mouth. She knew she was hurt and that her head was going to feel it in the morning. It was felling it now. And as he straightened her in the tub she was in a daze of pain. Not really sure of what was going on until she felt him push inside her. He was stronger than her, and as he raped her Chelsea tried her best to just shut it all out.

He had done this to her before, a year or so ago. And at the time she had been too scared to do anything about it. But this time, this time she told herself she was going to act. She knew once it was all done and over with he would feel horrible. He'd tuck her in bed, nurse her back to health, beg her to stay. But she wouldn't. Not this time. This time Chelsea was going to leave. And Keegan wouldn't have any say in the matter. Or so she told herself.

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Expert opinion had long ago concluded that rape was not about sex. It was about violence. Certainly that was the case here. As much as Keegan wanted to get his rocks off, he wanted to hurt Chelsea more. That compulsion to inflict pain dictated how he used her once she was helpless underneath him.

For 3-4 minutes, even after he was bottoming out up past her cervix, Keegan rammed his pole into Chelsea as roughly as he could. Though this form of penetration was not in the least pleasurable for him, he could not stop himself until exhaustion set in. Thereafter, he eased off a bit, lessening both the frequency and brutality of his thrusts.

This rape followed the same pattern as the last one, with one important difference. Whereas the last time he was able to get himself off, this time he seemed no closer to an orgasm than when he had begun. He tried everything. Slowing his thrusts, grabbing Chelsea's ass, indulging his most depraved fantasies. Nothing worked. Even now, she was winning. As his cocked throbbed and ached inside her battered tunnel, Keegan could not resist tossing out an insult. "I guess you just don't do it for me anymore," he grunted.

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Pain coursed through Chelsea, but she refused to cry out, she refused to let him win. So she bit her tongue and closed her eyes, nearly drawing her own blood as he rammed himself inside of her. It felt like he was tearing her apart, and with how rough he was being she wouldn't be surprised if he actually was. He held her down, so she couldn't curl up on herself. Not that she would want to, he'd only hurt her more for showing weakness. The water ran red with blood from both her lip and inside of her, especially as he tried everything he could to get off. And although she was starting to get woozy from the pain, she couldn't help but smile at her triumph. Her eyes opened and she let him see that smile, let him know that she knew she was winning.

His comment, she practically ignored it. Just waiting for him to either get off or get bored and leave her alone. She wasn't connected to her body anymore, it shutting down to block out the pain.

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Unable to get himself off, Keegan was almost in a panic. If he had to pull out unsatisfied, Chelsea would have won. He couldn't allow that. He wouldn't. He placed both hands around her neck and squeezed. The pressure he applied was not enough to choke her, but it did make breathing more difficult for her.

Keegan had always been fascinated by the concept of auto-erotic asphyxiation. In fact, if the studio ended up buying the rights to 'Body of Evidence', he was going to offer a second script involving a couple whose asphyxiation fantasy goes horribly wrong. He had suggested to Chelsea on more than one occasion that they try to roleplay such a fantasy, but she had rebuffed him in no uncertain terms.

The asphyxiation scenario seemed to do the trick. Turned on by the control he was wielding over life and death, Keegan at last felt that familiar rumbling in his bloated and aching nutsack. He thrust a few more times, then stiffened, groaned, and unleashed a torrent of sticky jizz into Chelsea's battered and unresponsive tunnel. It was not the most satisfying orgasm he had ever experienced, but it would do. When he finished, he pulled out roughly, stood over her, and quickly cleaned off the blood and other fluids before exiting the shower and toweling off. Though still dripping, he tossed the towel on to the floor and left the bathroom. Within a few minutes, he would be dressed and out the door.

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The smile that had been on her face at her victory faded as she felt his hands go around her neck. And now was when she got really scared. Multiple times Keegan had asked her to try it with him.To let let him choke her while they had sex. Every time she had denied him. He beat her up enough. Why in the world would she hand him the power to take her life if he too overzealous. But now, now as he raped her in their shower his hands went around her neck and started to squeeze. Fear greater than what she felt before filled her and she started to struggle again. Tried to get him from off of her neck. But he was too strong, and by the time he finally released inside of her she was close to passing out. And as soon as his hands came off of her she started gasping for breath, rolling to her side as she spit out blood and try to catch her breath.

He washed himself off and then left her there, laying in the still running shower as she desperately tried to regain her composure. She hurt everywhere, her head most of all. And after she finally couldn't hear his footsteps in their room anymore the tears came. Arms wrapping around her as she let out the rest of all that emotion and pain she had been hiding from him. And once all her tears were gone, her brain finally let her body rest. Still in the shower, to weak to move, she blacked out.

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Keegan was about to open the door to his pickup truck when he stopped himself. Maybe Chelsea was really hurt this time. He turned around and headed back in. He stepped into the bathroom and peered into the shower. Shit, she was passed out. He reached in, picked up her limp body, and carried her into their bedroom. He toweled her off as best he could, then placed her, nude, under the covers.

Keegan went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. After pouring himself a cup, he went back into the bedroom and took a seat at the side of the bed. Then he waited.

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Chelsea stayed unconscious for an hour or so. But once she started to come to, her body let her know how hurt she was. Her head ached, like it might split in two. Within her hurt like something had torn her open. And she could still taste the blood in her mouth. As she started to come to she shifted a little, making a pained, whimpering noise. She turned her head away from the light piercing her already throbbing skull. And when she finally di open her eyes it made her wince and close them again. Her head hurt so bad she thought she wold throw up.

The weight from Keegan sitting on the bed alerted her to his presence. But she either didn't acknowledge him or didn't care.

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As Chelsea came to, Keegan felt an involuntary shiver move up his spine. He knew he had gone too far. Violence, rape, choking. It would be difficult, if not impossible, for her to reconcile his protestations of love when he was capable of inflicting such extreme levels of physical abuse.

Still, he figured he had better try. He got up, went into the kitchen, made up an ice pack, and returned to her side. When her eyes fluttered open, then shut, he shook her, gently, and said: "I have ice. For your jaw. Here."

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All Chelsea wanted was to be left alone. Alone in a dark room where she could just rest and let her splitting head heal. It hurt to do everything. Think, open her eyes... her head throbbed with every passing moment and Chelsea whimpered gently as Keegan shook her to try and rose her enough to take the icepack. As she came to more and more, the pain hit her harder and harder. She almost missed being asleep, escaping from the numbing pain and just letting everything go. But no, he apparently wasn't going to let her do that. weather out of sincere concern or spite he was going to make her stay awake and use his stupid ice pack. If she didn't hurt so much she'd be angry. But right now all Chelsea wanted was for her head... and everything else... to stop hurting.

She took the icepack from him, placing it on both her jaw and the side of her face. It stung at first, but soon the cold seeped through and started to numb the pain receptors. The ache eased a little and she sighed a bit as she got the tiniest bit of relief. Her eyes remained closed, her breathing quick and shallow as she tried to block out the rest of the pain. If she were more fit, she might be angry with him... furious even. She'd threaten to leave... might even do it. But for now... Chelsea didn't care about anything except how she felt. And she felt like shit. She might even accept his offers of help and kindness, maybe even love. For now. Who knew what would happen when she finally got back to herself again.

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Keegan sat still at the side of the bed, watching Chelsea intently as she applied the ice pack to her battered and aching jaw. His expression suggested concern, but whether it was out of empathy for the suffering of the woman he claimed to love or fear that she would leave him was not clear. Regardless, it lasted only a few moments.

The quiet was broken by the sound of a bombastic ringtone. Keegan's cell. He took it in hand, looked at the caller ID, then stood up and walked towards the doorway of the bedroom. It was the executive assistant of the director to whom he had e-mailed his script. Could he meet for coffee downtown? Of course. Without a word of explanation, he fumbled through the dresser for clean clothes, dressed, and headed out. "I have to go out," he called to Chelsea as he hurried to his old pickup and sped off.


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"A blind date? Really?" That had been the first response that Adam, a 26-year-old IT professional, had when his friends suggested the idea of his blind date with Lydia, a friend of a friend of a friend. She was a perfect match, their friends insisted---both of them shared the same geeky interests and even lived only a few blocks apart. His friends, of course, had thrown that last part in with those suggestive grins and nudges that guys gave each other when setting up dates and hopefully fucks.

Of course, their first blind date wasn't at one of their almost-neighboring apartments. Instead, they met across town at a slightly upscale pizza restaurant, where they were briefly introduced by their mutual friend of a friend, a girl named Steph whom they had each met once, or twice at the very most. As soon as he saw Lydia, Adam's initial qualms about the date were blown out of the water. Sure, she had a bit of a goth-like look to her, but she was gorgeous. "I'm Adam, nice to meet you," he said as he reached out his hand.

The young Asian man was dressed in a nice short-sleeved sportshirt and a pair of jeans, his long black hair resting in a ponytail that went to his upper back, rimless glasses framing his somewhat tanned face. Adam's body wasn't buff, but it was fit and somewhat toned from his hobby of climbing. His smile was somewhat charming, eyes glistening as he looked to her. For the first time, he was really hoping this date went well.

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Lydia couldn't get anywhere on time if her life depended on it. She had only changed her outfit three times at the time she left the house, but that was only because she grocer herself to leave before she could change her mind again. She'd decided on a causal pink summer dress and of course, her trademark heels. She topped off her look with light lipstick and gloss.

Thankfully, she kept her clocks 15 minutes too fast so she could manage to be on time. She felt like a nerd on drive across town. Not only did she obsessively play video games and spend all of her free time in a book, but now here friends felt the need to set her up on a blind date.

Wow, really?! She had told them just that. Like she had time for blind dates! Dropping the sour attitude, Lydia put on her smile and straightened her skirt as she waited. A moment later, there was a man in front of her claiming his name was Adam. She was completely taken back and caught off guard. She noticed his hair and felt her knees go weak. He was absolutely beautiful. "Adam..." she repeated. "I'm Lydia. It's lovely to meet you!"

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"Nice to meet you too, Lydia." Adam took her hand, his shake firm and confident, almost overconfident, as he cocked his head to the side, leading her over to a table he'd gotten a few minutes ago. Unlike Lydia, Adam was unerringly on time or even early to things; he didn't have a car, but he knew like clockwork how long the subway and buses would take, and how late they ran at rush hour or late at night.

The table they had was a small, quiet one, tucked into the corner of the pizza restaurant next to the window. It was a nice, cozy nook where they could get to know each other without interruptions. Smiling, Adam looked to Lydia, sliding a menu across the table. "Have you eaten here before? The pizzas are solid---did you want to split something?"

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"I actually haven't been here before, it looks very nice." Lydia studied him up close while he glanced over the menu. He was very attractive, his features were chiseled. He came across as arrogant, which she actually found amusing. She asked him a few questions about the menu before suggesting something from it.

She couldn't help but think the farthest thing from her mind was food. She briefly contemplated sneaking him off to the girl's room so she could put his arrogance in its true place.

The waitress stopped and she ordered a glass of wine to hopefully sate her appetite for something other than the damn pizza.

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"Make it a bottle," Adam quipped as she ordered the glass. While she saw cocky arrogance---which was, in reality, a front of confidence that his friends insisted was necessary for a date, but nowhere near Adam's natural personality---he saw cold detachment from her... but boy was it a good-looking coldness.

There would be the normal polite chatter between the two of them, of course, but most of it was punctuated by long looks and wishes that the other person's personality lived up to them. By the time the pizza arrived, they were each a glass of wine in and the faked politeness was almost stifling. "May I cut a piece for you," Adam asked, wielding the pizza spatula with white knuckles. Then he noted, much to his own chagrin, how the light drizzle outside had turned into a storm.

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All Lydia could think to herself through the meal was how it would end. She could tell he was clearly not humored by her sarcastic humor or selfish nature. She typically wasn't one to beat around the bush about things but the way he was still pretending to be interested was really kind of amusing. He was easy on the eyes and watching his clenched fists and stressed expression was cute if nothing else.

The small talk was indeed suffocating in a way. In another sense, it was precious that he was still trying to maintain his composure during the course of the date. At one point, Lydia had crossed her legs under the table and accidentally rubbed her leg against his. They both froze mid-conversation for a moment before laughing at each other. His arrogant attitude was very interesting to her, for some reason. She wondered what the arrogance stemmed from.

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Lydia's selfishness undoubtedly rubbed Adam the wrong way; her sarcasm, however, was another story altogether. It wasn't that he didn't like it---it was just not what he expected from a first date. If he were thinking straight, he would realize that perhaps the airs he'd been convinced to put on had also shaped his expectations of what she would be. As it was, though, emotions and frustration clouded his view and he could only think of how much longer it would be before the check arrived.

Then, as if in a zap of electricity, their legs touched---more than that, in fact, as for just a second skin touched skin on ankles. The lust and desire that had started in both of them but tricked out during the date now reignited in Adam as he smiled more warmly, no longer the sorghum smirk of a few minutes earlier as he made a last-ditch effort to extend even more skin contact. "Coffee? Espresso?" The date could have ended right there, but Adam left a window for it to continue---and for her to add a little something to teach him that lesson, if she wanted.

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Lydia felt the intense spark when she touched his leg again, her eyes widening and her mouth nearly dropping open. She reached over and held her hand over his, the same feeling rocked her to the core. "Coffee," she whispered, her eyes looking deeply into his. She leaned in closer and whispered to him.

"Did you feel that?" She inhaled sharply, the closer contact filling her senses with his cologne. She was so freaking picky about cologne; and yet he smelled divine. She'd never felt that before, a deep, spiraling need within her based on a single touch. She wanted to know and feel more.

She asked for coffee when the waitress came back to drop the check off. She looked miffed, as if the two of them had been sending her mixed signals the entire time they'd been there. Lydia smiled as she sulked away. Without thinking, she blurted out her words hushed yet confident. "There's something you should know about me."

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The reset that Adam had wanted from the date seemed to be happening, but not quite in the way he had imagined. Far from things becoming friendly or romantic, as a date might have been, it was sensual, almost dark in its dynamic.

Ensuring that the waitress saw it, Adam stuffed the check with enough cash to cover dinner and the tip, basically signaling the waitress to fuck off for the night. Adam supposed that there was a lot he should know about Lydia, but somehow there was an otherworldly feel to that offer.

Leaning forward, as if to hear a secret that had been lingering all night, Adam whispered breathily, "What's that?" His heart seemed to stop in nervous anticipation of what she might say. Was this the end, or just the beginning? And of what?

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Lydia toyed with the hem of her skirt, and took her hand in his. After a moment, she began. "I'm a bit different in a few ways... when it comes to sex, at least. Forgive my forwardness, but it's quite important and not something I typically bend on."

She offered him a smile and observed the torn look on his face. He actually looked dumbfounded, as if she'd revealed something way off kilter. "I crave power," she blurted out. "I'm very nontraditional and tend to scare people off sometimes." She sighed and looked at him, her fingers lightly tapping on his hand.

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A shiver ran down Adam's spine, but he wasn't sure if it was a shiver of fear, anticipation... or both. It would be interesting, to say the least, for Lydia to see the mixture of emotion running down his formerly set face, eventually settling on a smirk of amused curiosity. He figured that, being a decent bit bigger than Lydia, he'd be able to overpower her if things really went south.

"It takes a lot to scare me," he remarked almost glibly, trying to hide the nervousness he felt. Her voice wasn't kidding, that was for sure---or she was a damned good actor. A few of his other girlfriends had been kinky, so why should this be any different?

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Adam looked nervous enough, perhaps she'd been too abrupt. "The thing is, I'm more of a dominant than anything else. But I have a mean streak and an appetite for pain. Both giving and receiving." Lydia tested the waters and waited for his reaction.

Sometimes it was best to get all that out of the way so neither of them wasted their time. She'd not been as clear in the past and they tended to end the relationship when they didn't get their way. She sighed and tapped her fingers on the table, her voice lowering.

"I enjoy pain quite a bit actually. It's very... consuming."

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Adam didn't seem to mind much when she mentioned her dominance. The confidence thing, which had apparently come off as arrogance, was just an act, and he was more than willing to go sexually wherever a relationship took him. When she talked about pain, however, he became a bit more visibly nervous. It wasn't so much a hard limit as something he'd never seriously experimented with. A little spanking here and there was the most he'd done, and anything more than that... he just hadn't given it much thought.

He glanced around; the restaurant was quiet, and he thought he felt a few stares from the other restaurant-goers. Biting his lip, he lowered his voice as he looked to her. "Umm... this is going to sound a bit forward, but maybe we should discuss this somewhere more... private?"

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Lydia laughed at the suggestion, "Perhaps that wouldn't be a bad idea after all." The gesture amused her, at least. She held her fingers over his hand as she glanced around the room. "I suppose I'd enjoy taking you up on that," she looked at him impassively before collecting her bag and gesturing toward the door.

She adjusted her skirt as she stood, smoothing the fabric around her hips, her eyes trailing to Adam. "Tell me, Adam. Where is it we're going?"

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It was a simple question, but came rather unexpectedly. Somehow, Adam had gotten it into his mind that Lydia was dominant enough that she'd lead after their rather frank exchange, and the question took him off guard. Looking to the rainy scene outside as they stood at the door, he looked to her.

"I wasn't really sure," he admitted. "Steph mentioned you live around the City Center, I was hoping I might get a ride. I took the subway myself, but it's a bit of a walk in this storm." Maybe they could talk in the car, he figured... and if things went well enough, they could always go upstairs. The only question was---whose place?

[Assistant] "Your place it is then. Mine is... preoccupied." Lydia looked around the shop briefly. "My car is out back, shall we?" She began packing her bag and looked at Adam again, half expecting him to switch gears and leave without her.

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"Of course, thank you!" Adam sighed in relief as he headed out back with her. He wasn't sure quite how, but the date had turned around, and he wasn't about to look a gift horse (or a ride in the rain, for that matter) in the mouth.

"I'm at Main and Dogwood," he explained after slipping into the passenger seat, assessing her alabaster body with a grin as he hoped to know what she looked like underneath that outfit. As for the whole "pain" thing---he'd figured out how to work that in, wouldn't he?


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Every day was the same disappointment, even in a place such as Velvet. The club was full of course, as it always was and a slow but heavy bass shuddered through the black dance floor at the many bodies writhing and pressing against each other. It wasn't uncommon for people to simply pair off with strangers in the debauched place; for them to slip away into the many booths around the edge and indulge whatever fantasies they so desired. Nothing was off-limits and everything was encouraged.

Set aside on raised platforms within the crowded place were slender cages, within each of which a dancer twisted themselves into sensual positions, bucked and writhe to those who watched to give a show to be remembered, but it was in the back rooms where the true actions took place. Rooms decorated in whatever theme thought possible, with a wide array of toys to meet everyone's needs. He had ventured into every one of them during his time working, but always he was left hollow.

Leon was one of the dangers who applied his trade within the cages. His slender frame was perhaps a little thinner than was strictly healthy, his skin pale to draw focus to elbow-length black hair, and his only item of clothing was a pair of tight leather pants that may as well have been painted for all they hid. Chained bracelets hung upon his wrists and a thick collar was tight around his neck to be completed with a small ring hanging from one oink nipple. He was a good performer who attracted a lot of attention by people who were so sure they could give him the humiliation, the pain he so desired... they were all wrong.

Whoever Leon decided to take into the back rooms always had the time of their lives, but always he was left wanting more when hiatus hopeful clients had reached their limits. It was maddening, but there was little he could do and as the night drew into the early hours his shift ended and he carefully picked his way behind the bar where he retrieved a long leather coat, pulling it over his shoulders and slipping knee-high boots onto his feet. "See you tomorrow." He offered briefly to the tenders behind the bar, all of whom waved back before he headed for the exit.

The cool night air was a relief after the heat of the club and he reached into his pocket to flick open a pack of cigarettes, smoothly lighting up and taking a long drag with a satisfied sigh. "Ahh... good." He mumbled to himself, leaning against the wall as he smoked, heavily lined eyes flicking idly towards the people who passed. "So bored." He continued, finishing his cigarette and stamping it out on the concrete before turning to head towards his apartment with a sight frown. Another frustrating night. Wonderful. People always thought him so delicate, so fragile owing to his feminine physique, and so he was always left wanting, no matter who picked him up...

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Difficulty in life was not a concern for Dante Baxter. There was no difficulty. Instead his life was an intricate cake walk. His family was beyond wealthy. Their fortune knew no bounds and more importantly, they were very intelligent in finding ways to control the city. They bought bars, restaurants and clubs. Even then the eldest son of the Baxter family was not content. He hungered for more and even some of the toughest performers were squeamish by what he wanted from them. His interest did not reside on making money. He had plenty. Instead he liked to have fun. His obsession with inflicting pain started early as a child and evolved into something much more sinister.

Dinner was boring. His whole life felt like he was just coasting along. He had nothing to do, no entertainment. Sure, he went and saw shows, went to clubs, and he dined with the most prestigious people. Even with a table filled with very interesting people, Dante found himself whisked away by a need for something more exciting. His dark green eyes scanned the crowd as he departed the restaurant. Many people looked at him, dressed to the nines in an elegant seven piece suit. Everything he had looked so clean and fresh, everyone assumed it was new.

Once outside, his limousine was already waiting, directed by a short message he went his driver. Wasting no time, he stepped inside and scooted along until he was on the long sided couch. With a sigh, Dante looked over his phone first as he told the driver to go to the club. Maybe there he could find someone to have some fun with. Lighting up a cigar, Dante rolled down both windows just enough to create a draft to get the smoke. Pleasantly he smoked as he watched the traffic go by. Soon enough they arrived at the club.

A young man walking by the club made Dante perk up a bit. He was sure knew about the man, but he had not introduced himself. All Dante had was rumors from the scarred young man. Immediately he was licking his lips and he insisted the driver move closer. Once the back window was in line and Dante could see his lack of outfit, he could see even more scars and that gave him a great idea. Wickedly smiling, he rolled the window down further and he called out, "Hey!"

"Hop in, boy." The command was made serious as he pressed a button and the door hydraulically opened slowly. His smile turned to a hungry look as his eyes bore down at the feminine boy's features.

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Leon yawned widely as the numerous cars zoomed past. Some slowed a little, those inside doubtlessly peering st his scantily-dressed form and debating whether a night of fun would be possible. Most drove right on by however---the people who would consider the boy likely already knew of his seemingly insatiable appetites, and none of them had any desire to be made to feel not-so-good in the bedroom. He paid them no attention. If they weren't man enough to pull up, then they certainly weren't man enough to give him what he needed. What he craved...

"Assholes." He muttered bitterly as a loud honk of a horn was heard, glaring at the car before something much less usual came cruising along the road. It wasn't every day a limousine drove by, and Leon arched a slender eyebrow as the luxurious vehicle seemed to definitely be slowing down as it approached him. Surely not. No way. No guy rich enough to own something like that would be interested in a possibly crazy whore... right?

Wrong, clearly, as the limo pulled up beside him, leaving Leon to pause and tilt his head to one side at the demand that he get in back. A commanding tone was a good start, mad the boy smirked as the door opened for him, flicking some rogue strands of dark hair back over slender shoulders. "Sure thing." He muttered quietly, sliding gracefully to the side to slip into the back of the limo, blinking around at the interior with a low whistle.

"Name's Leon." He stated, turning to the man beside him. "But call me whatever you like..." There was a pause as the boy surveyed Dante carefully, licking his lips before moving onto business. "If you're after something typical, you got the wrong boy... never seen you before so... I'm guessing you don't know me...?I'm the crazy one, people say."

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There was no denying that Dante's pants were lifted, the familiar lump forming. The sight of this young man had him entranced already. His smile gleamed, his eyes roamed over his extraordinary slender figure. After Leon introduced himself, even though there was no need, Dante just flashed a smile and touched another button next to the ones for the windows, signaling the driving to take them to his large manor. The car began to creep slowly at first, merging in with traffic and before long they were off.

An introduction was not need for him, in fact Dante was well aware of Leon's work both public and private. He was a good boy, by Dante's standards. Or at least that was what he liked to think, knowing deep down that this scarred young man held secrets and lived a very unique life including some kinks that would make many squeamish. But not Dante. He was enthralled, interested, and hungry. For a time he remained silent, inspecting and waiting for Leon to begin asking questions like where they were headed. Instead, all Dante heard was a warning.

The word 'crazy' struck him and immediately Dante raised a hand to silence him. "I know who you are. You do not know me", he said, his right hand drifting down and resting on his growing cock. "I am looking for the perfect pet..." He paused again, his left hand reaching for a glass of strong liquor. There were two actually. After he took a sip, he picked up the other glass and set it down on a small drink table near Leon. "Now there are rules right away", he said suddenly, his dark green eyes searching Leon's eyes to see how he might fare against being controlled from the beginning. "Firstly, if you agree, you will cease your employment at my club. You will live with me. If you agree... come here."

Patting his lap, he signaled for Leon to sit on his lap. While he waited, Dante picked up a small box. He did not open that box just yet. Dante would rather wait for his new prospective pet to agree to his terms before he marked him as his. Inside the box were piercing instruments; needles, a few assortment of earrings including ones that were marked "D" for Dante so that he could properly claim his new pet.

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Leon quieted himself as the hand rose, lifting a slender eyebrow at the stranger's next words. Apparently his reputation preceded him and he chuckled quietly, shaking his head in disbelief that someone would actively seek him out even knowing how difficult he was to pin down. "Go figure..." He muttered to himself, folding his arms at the prospect of becoming one such pet, his gaze flicking to the man's hand that rested above a very obviously hardened, pleasantly large cock. A good start if nothing else, and Leon licked his lips slightly, raising his eyes.

"Huh? Rules?" He blinked slowly and lifted the drink poured for him to down the hard alcohol with only the smallest of finches, clearing his throat once again. "Your club? You own Velvet? Shit..." The boy groaned and pressed a hand to his forehead. How the hell could he say no to this man? You don't refuse your boss's boss. Eve so, it seemed bizarre to him thatched was expected to decide whether a man he'd known all of two minutes should be his effective owner---he didn't know the guy.

"Look... I'm not going to say no to some fun. That's what I do... but I mean... I don't know you. I'm not just going to say I'll be your property like that..." Leon frowned and shook his head. "I don't even know if you're into my sort of play... I like my job too, and I have an apartment..." Granted, it was a shifty shoebox in the worst part of town, but still...

"Don't I get a test run or something?" He tilted his head to one side, shrugging his shoulders. "Would work both ways. We could see if we fit... you know?"

Too many times he'd been disappointed to risk giving himself to the wrong man. While Dante seemed confident, rich and secure in the belief he could claim him, it was something Leon had seen too often.

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Dismissively, Dante raised his hand and waved at him to be silent. Even though Leon had no idea who he was, Dante clearly knew who Leon was. That was all that mattered. As he looked at the slender boy, he couldn't help but raise a brow and offered him a quick smirk. Of course he was skeptical. That was understandable. Dante remained silent for a moment, thinking about Leon's initial concerns.

"Are you worried about your job, really?" Dante rolled his eyes and tipped his glass to his lips. Looking down his thin frame, he sighed in disappointment. He expected better from him. Dante thought Leon would jump at the opportunity. "You know what... get over here. I'll give ya a test run." He said this, but he did not give Leon a chance to give it a second thought. Once the larger man scooted closer, Dante fished out a small knife from his pocket.

Using his other hand, Dante grabbed at Leon and dragged him onto his lap. While he was being forceful, he did not rush. With Leon's back against his chest, his free hand grabbed his throat and the blade of the knife touched his chin. Right away Dante could feel his hard cock lurch as he felt Leon's ass pressed hard against him. Before he could go further, he had to announce his only warning. Whispering hoarsely into his ear, Dante said, "Now you know before we move on, this all has to be done in secret." Moving the blade across his cheek, he continued, "We wouldn't want anyone to know about all of the fun we have..."

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Leon may have been eager and looking for someone who could give him what he needed, but if he'd given himself to everyone who told him they were the one, he'd be split into over a dozen pieces. He had never seen this man before---it was one thing to sleep with a stranger and have a night of fun, but quite another to offer himself on a long term basis. The boy wasn't stupid, however-much Dante had expected differently and he arched an eyebrow with a small nod as the test-run was offered.

"That I'll do." He said with a small smirk, blinking quickly as he was given little time to decide even if he did want to retreat from the situation. Now that things had settled somewhat, the boy felt much more comfortable about the whole affair and so slid himself willingly to sit on the man's lap. The pleasantly-sized bulge was met with a small groan and Leon glanced back, rocking his hips wantonly against the sensation when suddenly the hand come around his throat to grip tightly, a gasp passing between his lips.

Dangerous. The knife against his skin was cold and sharp, anyone else would have likely bolted then and there but Leon shivered slightly and ran his tongue over his lips, tilting his head towards the blade as it was ran over his cheek to encourage the splitting of pale skin that flushed ever so slightly. "Mm... I don't kiss and tell, don't worry." He said quietly in response, wriggling stop Dante's lap. "Any fun will be private..."

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Tension was rising rapidly now. Dante looked down at this slender body, hungry to abuse and manipulate him. It was so nice to see how strong he was, the blade touching that fair skin. Like a predator, he could sense the heightened level of fear. Maybe that was what he liked most. Dante groaned, gasping shortly after as he turned his wrist, letting the razor's edge touch and move over Leon's cheek. The simple action, mixed with the fact that the blade was very sharp created a small cut on his skin.

"Oh!" He made it seem like such an accident. "You are bleeding", he stated simply, setting the knife down beside him. Soon his fingers returned to the boy's face, touching his cheek and rubbing over his cut to collect the blood. Next he put that finger in his mouth and sucked all of the blood of it. "MMmmm", he hummed, smirking even though he could not see. By now they were moving through traffic and eventually moving off to a side of town that not many ventured to.

Through a gate and into a community, the limousine continued on it's path to Dante's home. There Leon would come to find out all of the things he was expected of. Dante was sure he had his mind made up. He'd known about Leon for some time. Rumors spread and he made sure to keep tabs on his employees whether they knew or not. So he knew that Leon would satisfy him in the ways he needed, all without making an issue of it and keep it private.

Finally the car stopped. Dante wiped the new blood away once more and this time he smeared it on his lips, tasting it as his tongue snuck out to touch the crimson life source. Sighing as they came to a halt, Dante waited first for the driver to open the door before he made a move. Of course with Leon he really couldn't move so he sighed again. "Let's go inside. We can get better acquainted", Dante ushered smoothly, wanting nothing more than to get Leon inside so they could play.

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Leon's eyelids dropped slightly as the cold metal toyed against his skin, his breath coming in quick gasps at the increasing tension between them. The anticipation was often better than the act itself, but so often the atmosphere had been built to a feverpitch only for his partners to fall short of reaching that pleasured high so few people were able to give him. He hoped he wouldn't be let down again as he head perfectly still to await the eventual cut. It was a small nick when it was eventually delivered, but the boy purred softly at the hot blood he felt rise to the surface. At least the man wasn't afraid of a little crimson...

He smirked slightly as Dante played it as an accident, turning his head back slightly with a raised eyebrow. "If it was an accident... you really don't want to take me home..." Of course he knew it wasn't, but he felt it right to give another careful warning---a common street whore was better in many cases his clients found, and Leon didn't enjoy being told that he was incapable of climaxing before being thrown out. Certainly he was perfectly able, but men seemed defensive when confronted with their inadequacies.

He blinked out towards the window then as there was a pause in the proceedings, noticing the number of houses becoming fewer and fewer as they moved into the more exclusive part of town. It was the one place he'd never been to and his heart shudder excitedly as he glanced back towards the other man. "Shirt... you must be loaded..." He wasn't one to mince his words and he smiled as blood was gathered only to be licked clean.

"Hope it tastes good..." Leon purred softly before he blinked sideways as the driver held the door open before easing out with a loud yawn, stretching his arms high over his head. "Mm... woah..." He blinked at the grand manor before him, lips parting in an awestruck expression.

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Made obvious to him, Leon must have been disappointed with the types of men who'd tried taking him. Dante was convinced he was different, because he too was chastised for his lack of discretion to someone's pain tolerance. Now the way Leon said this turned him on. At times he wanted a sarcastic little spitfire. Other times, he wanted a very complacent pet. This seemed perfect.

"I do well", he chuckled. Moving shortly after Leon, Dante stepped out of the car. The weather was nice, but it was late. There were many small lights leading around the driveway, through the bushes and flowers to the front door. His home boasted a total of eight bedrooms and everything like an outdoor pool, billiard room, a lavish study, and everything he could any want including a staff who lived at his house. He even had a few rooms in the basement that none of his staff was allowed in. These were his fun rooms that Leon would come very acquainted with soon.

"Shhh", Dante said softly as he pushed his chest up against the slender boy's back. His hard cock was pressed against his ass and the blade of the knife was now touching the middle of his lips vertically, threatening to slice both lips open right down the middle. "Don't look so awestruck, Leon. You live here now." Quickly he swatted his tight ass and made his way towards the door. "Now hurry up. We've got a lot to cover in just a little bit of time", Dante claimed as he glanced back and smirked, knowing what he said meant more than one thing.

Moving into the house, he did not wait for Leon. Instead he assumed and expected that he would follow shortly behind. First he went to the kitchen and there he poured himself another drink. It was late, but not that late. He wanted to play and explore with his this new boy. Sighing as he sat back in his chair in his study, Dante looked up at Leon and said, "How 'bout you start with suckin' my dick."

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It was difficult not to be awestruck when in the face of such high-class and luxury. Leon's entire apartment was essentially a box with a smaller box where the bathroom was, more than likely small enough to fit inside one of Dante's broom cupboards and the boy allowed himself to ponder the benefits of living in such a place. He'd never need worry about money again, never have to live off one cup of soup for a few days again, and wouldn't have to deal with drugged up neighbors at ever hour of the night. Still, he wouldn't make his mind up until he knew the man better...

"Mm... we'll see..." He murmured quietly to the comment of his living there, careful not to move his lips too much due t the sharp blade resting against them even as he pressed back into the hardness he felt rubbing over his ass. At the least he would have a night of fun in the lavish manor, even if he decided he wouldn't stay longer and he smirked to himself as he moved to follow the man into the door, looking around curiously at the interior as he was lead into the huge kitchen.

"Shit..." Again he exclaimed. "You could fit my apartment in here..." He shook himself and glanced back to Dante. Focus.

Leon smiled widely and moved to his knees, crawling in a slow, exaggerated move towards the other man only to stop when his cheek nuzzles into the large bulge. "Mmm... with pleasure." His hands reached to expertly unfasten the pants and tug them down, gasping quietly at the size of the shaft that greeted him before leaning forwards and parting hiatus lips to shock hungrily on the head, his eyes flicked up towards the man's face.

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"I own many clubs in town. I do well", he said as he chuckled. It was a clear understatement. Dante had the home built and he observed through the entire process. He knew every inch of his home and he spared no expense. This was the same philosophy he used in creating his popular clubs and bars. Plus he found it easy to look over all of the businesses from home in his study. There his computer was linked to all of the security cameras and he did almost all of his paperwork there on that desk.

Sighing as he rested back in his plush chair, he watched with a lustful smirk as Leon crawled across the floor, just teasing him. By now his length was almost painfully hard, occasionally pulsing against his pants. Anticipation was making him antsy and for a time he thought he might have to force the boy. But thankfully he watched Leon unbuttoned his pants and freeing his cock. Right away his throbbing erection sprang up and Dante was pleased to feel his warm tongue on him and his lips wrapped around the tip.

"Oh don't tease me", groaning, Dante reached down and ushered more of himself into Leon's waiting mouth. "This would be so much better if you had a tongue ring", Dante said and he groaned again. "When you decide you want to stay, I am going to mark you as mine. How about havin' your nipples pierced too, hm?" Licking his lips, he watched now as he let Leon do his thing.