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FILL: Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon)
(Anonymous) 2020-08-13 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)Andy--Boss--whom he knew in his bones that he would never see again. Joe, Nicky, the closest thing to brothers that he had had in centuries. Nile. A younger sister, perhaps even the daughter he had never had?
Well, not as if he'd know now. They were good people, and deeply, infinitely kind, but they did not forgive readily, if at all. He had at least a hundred years to shift for himself now, more if they wisely decided not to welcome him back to the fold. So. Appealing though it was to simply sleep rough until he starved to death (however many times he could manage in the span of a century), eventually that would be noticed and attract unwanted attention. He needed a steady profession which would permit him to remain more or less in shadows, and required none of the documentation he lacked. Even a simple retail job would want a social security number. A real hassle, those. They made immortal life so much more difficult.
The idea of sex work came quickly; as it turned out, prostitution was legal in London, so long as it wasn't in public. He quickly found the kinds of websites that would lead potential johns to him. This Craig fellow and his wondrous list! Before long he had a system of sorts in place: every three days he would book a handful of clients, never the same twice, always for cash. Booker had always had very few sexual limits, but he flatly refused things like knifeplay or asphyxiation, as his secret could potentially be revealed if something went wrong. He never had much worry where safety was concerned; he couldn't get any STDs, and even if a client proved to be a serial killer, it's not as if he wouldn't just come back to life again later. Not that he'd have particularly minded had the chopping stuck. One less worry on the Guards' minds.
Some cold, lonely part of him, frozen over since Russia, whispered that it was nice to be able to feel wanted even if it was all based on a lie. To have someone greet him warmly, with a kiss, laugh at his jokes, hold him close at night---he hadn't had that since he'd buried his wife. To see desire for him reflected in a partner's eyes as they led him to bed, gentle hands on his body, his pseudonym gasped in ecstacy---all these things, he hadn't even known he was missing.
He could pretend, just for a few short hours, that he was loved.
Oh, in the harsh light of morning as his client snuck out of the flat to get back to their life all such illusions would vanish. He was left a lonely, shame-ridden whore, semen cooling on the sheets. He wasn't a lover, was barely even a 'partner'. He was an experiment. A fling. A mistake. An itch to be scratched. Nothing worth staying for.
Damn it all, he wanted more for himself, whether he deserved it or not. To that end, when he saw the post he immediately responded to it.
Discreet gentleman seeks lovely younger companion to show him a good time in London for the weekend. Let me treat you; all I ask is you be good to me in return.
The price offered was more than Booker could have charged a month's worth of clients. All it took was a few flirty messages exchanged, a tasteful nude sent, and an agreement was made. They would meet for dinner in a little pub along the Thames---a different one from where he'd been exiled---and from there he and John would spend the weekend together. He'd send half the payment in advance as a show of good faith, and give him the rest when their time together was up.
He was already at the table when Booker walked in---a genial fiftysomething with a wide smile and smoke-colored eyes.
"Hello, David. So pleased you could make it. Come, try the wine. I've taken the liberty of ordering for us."
FILL: Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon 2/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-08-13 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)It wasn't until he stood up to pay the bill that he realized something was wrong. That sweet wine had gone sticky in his mouth, and light-hearted tipsiness had given way to heavy limbs and slurred speech. The room was slowly spinning as John pulled him close, walking him out to an old nondescript dark-colored sedan. He heard at a distance as his captor laughed to the waitress that, 'poor lad had too much wine on an empty stomach' and 'can't for the life of him hold his liquor, poor love', and other such blithe reassurances that this was not in fact a kidnapping. Booker's heart sped up as John wrangled his floppy, useless limbs into the back seat and shoved him down, tossing a blanket over him. In the dark, breathing damp flannel and at the mercy of what felt like a horribly winding road, Booker tried mightily to vomit up whatever he'd been drugged with. To no avail though; carsickness rolled inside him but the nausea never quite peaked. By the time the car stopped he was a sweating bundle of panic, even as he tried to remember that no matter what, he could come back to life afterwards. John came around to the back and scooped Booker up, blanket and all, his feet and one hand dangling free. He tried to headbutt John, hoping that he'd drop him and enable Booker to escape, but he was too dizzy and weak to manage more than smacking his cheek into the man's collarbone as he was carried.
John chuckled and stroked Booker's head.
"Now now, lovey, don't start fighting just yet. Plenty of time that, soon enough."
Booker had a vague impression of a rural cottage, and for some reason the blooming pink roses on the tablecloth as John brought him through the kitchen. He realized sinkingly that they must be headed to the bedroom, though until the door opened, Booker had no idea the truth. John deposited him on a bed with no covers apart from a sheet and what seemed like a sort of waterproof mat. A camera was aimed towards it, and a set of old-fashioned metal handcuffs were chained to the wrought-metal headboard. Hard by was a little rolling table spread with various implements that recalled Kozac's lab. This time he really did gag, head hanging as John shackled him in place and began methodically undressing him. Shoes and socks first, button down shirt, then his jeans, undershirt. At last he was only in his boxers, and suddenly his tormentor withdrew.
"Hello again friends," he addressed the camera, which was apparently now recording, "I'm very excited to introduce to you a new guest performer today. This is David, and we've gained the honor of his company for the next several days! As always, you, the viewer, decide his fate. Last time it was decided that you wanted our next guest to perform for us on camera, so once friend David has got his bearings a bit we'll get on with the show!"
Re: FILL: Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon 2/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-08-14 06:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon 2/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-08-14 07:35 am (UTC)(link)Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon 3/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-08-31 02:40 am (UTC)(link)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.
Re: Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon 3/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-08-31 06:28 am (UTC)(link)Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon, gore, pain 4/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-09-21 04:25 am (UTC)(link)He could almost imagine How watching, a cruel little grin on his face. He'd nod, pointing it out to Nicky, critiquing John's grip on the blade or his form. Nicky watching, closely, glass-green eyes bright as the firey agony peaked. Booker moaned and closed his eyes as the blade breached his skin---sure enough, the tip poked out right above his navel. John seemed to be experimenting, twisting the handle back and forth. Steadily destroying Booker's entrails. He could feel the blood leaving him in a rush, all his warmth leeching out with it. Exsanguinaton. Interesting. He hadn't died that way yet.
The thing about bleeding out, he soon realized, was that it isn't fast. It takes minutes to go into shock, and from there slip away into the comforting blackness. He wondered vaguely what the audience thought of it all. It had been their idea. They must have paid fair money to watch a man die to their exact specifications.
Boss....I pray to everything you never see this tape...
By the time he resurfaced, a new burning replacing the pain as his injuries healed, Booker found himself wrapped in a bloody bedsheet , lying on something too hard and unyielding to be the mattress. John must have finished and cleaned up, then. He was no longer bound, nor drugged. A bit of frustrated wriggling and he freed himself from the erstwhile shroud. John was nowhere to be seen, but he could be heard in a room nearby clacking away at a keyboard. Uploading tonight's recording, no doubt. This was his chance. There was no time to search for his clothes; he just wrapped himself in that sheet and kicked the screen out of the window. As he lept out he glanced back over his shoulder and saw John staring at him like he'd just seen a ghost.
It proved to be a long walk in the dark back into town, and he was freezing and shaking like a leaf by the time he got back to his flat and broke in. But somehow it wasn't until he got into the shower, letting the water beat down as hot as he could stand, that the full horror of the night crashed over him. Just looking down at his own naked body brought John's hands creeping all over him, and with it a wave of revulsion so strong he retched dryly. He scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, but those hands kept touching him, that foul voice whispering to him, calling him baby boy and slut and David. Drying off, he dressed in his softest sleep pants and an ancient t-shirt and made a nest on the floor with several bottles of whiskey and every blanket he could find. He would remain there all week.
On the other side of the world, James Copley was trawling the internet for scum in need of wiping out, when a video caught his eye. REAL RED ROOM, screamed the title, DEAD DAVID FUCKED WITH DAGGER. Mousing over the video displayed a few seconds of a preview. Copley froze. Then he reached for his phone.
"Andy, it's me. I know it's late and I'm sorry, but there's something you need to see."
Re: Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon, gore, pain 4
(Anonymous) 2020-09-21 06:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon, gore, pain 4
(Anonymous) 2020-09-24 03:11 am (UTC)(link)Re: Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon, gore, pain 4
(Anonymous) 2020-10-27 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)Like the story very much so far and check for updates every day. Can't wait for the next part. Thank you for filling the prompt!
Re: Wrong Side of Heaven (Booker/OMC , Booker/Joe/Nicky, sex work, drugged sex, noncon, gore, pain 4
(Anonymous) 2021-01-14 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)