Booker's blood iced over as John reached for that little table and retrieved a small bottle. Lubricant of some kind, and instantly he flashed back to Russia and the first time he'd been raped. That might not even count though; he hadn't been alive to give or deny his consent. He'd just jolted back to life with another man pinning him to the frosted soil. The stranger had fled too quickly for Booker to even see his face, so he'd just vomited himself empty, waited for the injuries to heal, then got up and marched on homeward.
That was all this would take, really. Be a soldier again. Let it happen and wait for it to be over. He'd just about mentally detached from his body, when John abruptly shifted to lip at his neck.
"Ever had sex on camera, darling David?"
His shake of the head was more a queasy bobble, shutting his eyes as this horrible man parted him.
They planned this. Isolation wasn't penance enough; they had to see me degraded. I surrender, Joe! Boss, please, make him stop! Nicky...does your God smile upon this? Nile, sweet youngling Nile. I pray you never even know about this.
The pain of it, the fiery stretching, the sense of being filled and scraped open and jabbed into, he rocked with it, his wrists wrenched hard where they were cuffed. At some point John decided his cock was no longer enough, and instead turned to the array of toys at hand.
"What do we think, friends? Shall we start him on the buzzer? Or d'you reckon he could take the fire poker? Ahhhh, good point Masterman! Yes, I think we should bring out the sabres! Been too long since I've gotten to play with those! What? Oh, yes I agree RedRaptor, he's being a very good boy. Okay, so we'll try him on the swords and then maybe some needleplay to finish things out? Oh don't you worry, Big_Finish, your favorite part is coming soon!"
Addressing some unseen audience, apparently---was he livestreaming this? Booker groaned aloud at the idea of some faceless voyeurs watching and jerking off to his torment. Humiliation added fuel to his fervor to escape. If he could manage to dislocate a wrist and slip it free----but no; he couldn't get the right angle and in seconds John had returned.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, love. Had to polish these up juuuuust so. If I get it in there right we'll see the tip poking out right about here," he explained, using the point of the blade to trace little circles around Booker's navel.
Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon 3/?)
Booker's blood iced over as John reached for that little table and retrieved a small bottle. Lubricant of some kind, and instantly he flashed back to Russia and the first time he'd been raped. That might not even count though; he hadn't been alive to give or deny his consent. He'd just jolted back to life with another man pinning him to the frosted soil. The stranger had fled too quickly for Booker to even see his face, so he'd just vomited himself empty, waited for the injuries to heal, then got up and marched on homeward.
That was all this would take, really. Be a soldier again. Let it happen and wait for it to be over. He'd just about mentally detached from his body, when John abruptly shifted to lip at his neck.
"Ever had sex on camera, darling David?"
His shake of the head was more a queasy bobble, shutting his eyes as this horrible man parted him.
They planned this. Isolation wasn't penance enough; they had to see me degraded. I surrender, Joe! Boss, please, make him stop! Nicky...does your God smile upon this? Nile, sweet youngling Nile. I pray you never even know about this.
The pain of it, the fiery stretching, the sense of being filled and scraped open and jabbed into, he rocked with it, his wrists wrenched hard where they were cuffed. At some point John decided his cock was no longer enough, and instead turned to the array of toys at hand.
"What do we think, friends? Shall we start him on the buzzer? Or d'you reckon he could take the fire poker? Ahhhh, good point Masterman! Yes, I think we should bring out the sabres! Been too long since I've gotten to play with those! What? Oh, yes I agree RedRaptor, he's being a very good boy. Okay, so we'll try him on the swords and then maybe some needleplay to finish things out? Oh don't you worry, Big_Finish, your favorite part is coming soon!"
Addressing some unseen audience, apparently---was he livestreaming this? Booker groaned aloud at the idea of some faceless voyeurs watching and jerking off to his torment. Humiliation added fuel to his fervor to escape. If he could manage to dislocate a wrist and slip it free----but no; he couldn't get the right angle and in seconds John had returned.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, love. Had to polish these up juuuuust so. If I get it in there right we'll see the tip poking out right about here," he explained, using the point of the blade to trace little circles around Booker's navel.