Singha: so did you want to try and do the return to the hotel thing?

Jeremy Thomas: So Jer is in the new suite when Malc gets back, Ita's downstairs with the computer & the Doctor.

Jeremy Thomas: Sure...Unless you had something else in mind.

Singha: No, Malc doesn't call Jer until Malc's already in the suite

Singha: ((and this is a caveat, will you get in trouble if this scene gets racy?  I know you're at work))

Jeremy Thomas: Oh, okay.  misread the end of the last scene, then.

Jeremy Thomas: So, then, he's in the first room, waiting for the call.

Singha: ((you get the caveat?))

Jeremy Thomas: Yeah, I did. This is on my phone, so I'm cool. No one's gonna be looking over my shoulder or anything. :-)

Singha: Jer gets the call and goes up to the suite, where he finds Malc naked on his knees, hands behind his head, chest thrust out, 'presenting' himself to Jer.  

Jeremy Thomas: And so you know, I have no dice, but I set up excel with 10 number generators from 1-10 if I need to.

Singha: ((I can always roll for you just tell me your pool. *G*))

Singha: He's got gold rings through his tongue, labrette, both nipples, septum.  His PA is hooked to his belly ring, displaying a hafada in each sack and his legs are splayed so that if you bent down and looked, you'd see the guiche

Singha: ((tongue and labrette are barbells sorry))

Jeremy Thomas: He walks in, chuckling a little as he nods. “Excellent.” He walks around Malcolm, looking him over. “How did it go?”

Jeremy Thomas: ((That, too.  *G*))

Singha: "Good, sir.  They are devising a way to entrap Master Trevor at Stonewall's old house.  I don't think any of them suspected me at all."

Singha: "They wished me to consult with Master Karlos on this and see what his opinon on the trap was."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods, smiling, and places a hand on Malc's shoulder, standing behind him, aroused by the situation.  “You've done very well, Malcolm.  Mistress Ita and I are pleased.”

Singha: He grins at that, and his cock, which was a bit limp, starts to stiffen.  "Thank you, sir.  I wasn't sure exactly what you wished for me to bring and so I brought an assortment."

Jeremy Thomas: That gives him pause.  “Will Karlos be able to tell if anything is up?”

Singha: "I don't know sir.  But if he tries to read my mind he'll be exposed to the Doctor's healing vibrations."

Singha: Jer sees on the coffee table an open suitcase displaying an assortment of whips, canes, and tawses, along with clamps, collars, cuffs, restraints, an electrostim, remote controlled buttplug rig with an assortment of sizes, and another full set of piercing jewelry, but in silver.

Jeremy Thomas: He trails a finger along Malc's shoulder, and up his artery where Ita's teeth had been. “Good.  my concern, though, is this. I know you can't lie to Karlos...I'll accept that, if I must. Can you act normally around him?”

Jeremy Thomas: “Talk about the set-up like it isn't a set-up?”“

Singha: Yes, sir."  He nods seriously.  "I will do whatever you and Ita say in order to bring Master Karlos back to me."

Singha: He hisses, then closes his eyes.  "Sorry, Mistress Ita."  He shudders under Jer's touch, that fearful sort of cringing that just invites people to kick you for being such a pathetic weakling.

Jeremy Thomas: He relaxes at that. “Excellent. I'm impressed with your devotion. You'll have the opportunity to show it again, and often, I promise.”

Jeremy Thomas: He gets a hard look in his eyes at the sound of fear, and his hand clenches, gripping the back of Malc's neck hard. “Are you sorry, Malcolm? I don't hear it.”

Singha: "I'm sorry, sir," he shudders again, starting to weep.  "Please don't punish me." 

Jeremy Thomas: He doesn't remove or lighten the grip. “Then stop sounding so fucking pathetic.”

Singha: ((oh, yeah, I forgot to outline the scars on malc.  There are spiraling decorative scars all down Malc's left arm from shoulder to the back of his hand.  There's claw marks across malc's torso, a big jagged scar on his solar plexus, and a "F" carved to bracket his left nipple))

Singha: ((no tattoos on Malc's chest at all.))

Singha: He draws in a deep breath and makes himself stonefaced, tho he still shudders under Jer's grip.  The reaction to Jer, and the feeling of power it gives Jer is quite a rush.

Jeremy Thomas: He grunts and releases the grip. “That's better. Jesus, please tell me you're not the Spine. The sheer irony might just kill me.”

Jeremy Thomas: He walks back around to face Malc, looking down at his face scornfully.

Singha: "No, sir.  I'm the Left Hand."  He averts his gaze, but retains the pose, chest thrust out, cock hard and throbbing, oozing a bit of clear liquid onto the gold PA ring that's hooked to the piercing through his navel.

Jeremy Thomas: A sudden thought occurs to him. “Firesnake.” He looks at Malc. “What chance that the spirit will warn the rest of the Body?”

Singha: "I don't know," he answers.  "I haven't felt him since you showed me back to my true nature."

Jeremy Thomas: He frowns, considering. It's probably a remote chance, & there's little to do about it now. “We'll have to look out for that possibility.” He reaches out with his foot, running the boot leather lightly Malc's cock, so as to be pleasurable & threatening.

Singha: Malc shudders again, bending back a bit so as to offer himself openly to Jer's attentions, breath hitching in pain as the shoe catches on the piercing.

Jeremy Thomas: He grins a bit at that, & runs the boot lightly over the piercing. “So there's still some things to work out, but all in all, you've done well. When are we setting the trap for?”

Singha: It's clear that tugging on the piercing is painful, but that Malc's fear of Jer keeps him from drawing away.  His voice is quavery.  "That has been left up to the Head and Heart to decide."

Singha: It strikes Jer that the creature before him is a rather powerful shifter, one who supposedly killed a Sabbat Bishop with one blow of his paw.  And it's cowering under his foot.

Singha: ((you there?))

Jeremy Thomas: Somewhere, deep inside his mind, he's disgusted with himself.  This is someone he counted as a close friend. The rest of him, though, turns that disgust outward, toward Malc, and he pushes his foot down to the floor, dragging it along Malc slightly as he

Jeremy Thomas: does, hitting the ground with a stomp.

Jeremy Thomas: ((Sorry, someone came up w/a credit question for me.))

Singha: ((so basically stomping his balls? Or just scaring him?))

Jeremy Thomas: ((Just scaring. Some pain, maybe, but no real damage.))

Singha: He grunts, and shivers, closing his eyes. 

Singha: "I'm sorry, sir, did you want me to have set a time?"

Jeremy Thomas: He bites his lower lip, angry at his own lack of self-control, and nods to cover. “We need to control the date, Malcolm. If Karlos and whoever the Mind is set it too late, they may have time to suspect. Speak with Karlos, and express the opinion that time is not something the Body can spare.”

Singha: He nods.  "Yes sir."  Keeping his gaze averted, his postured totally supplicating. 

Singha: ((and Jer feels whatever repressed fantasies he might have had about dominating or inflicting pain on another human slowly bubbling to the surface as he stands over Malc.  Something about this kid just makes those feelings seem right.  It's as if Malc’s a sink for it, a safe place to put it, and Gaia sent Malc to Jer to help him purge all that stuff from inside him by letting him get it out on someone who's totally tough enough to take it.))

Jeremy Thomas: He closes his eyes and takes a breath, calming himself, and nods, opening his eyes once again. “Good. Don't worry, Malcolm. Karlos will be back with you soon.”

Singha: "Thank you, sir."

 

Jeremy Thomas: He smiles at that response, and nods putting a hand on his hip & running the other along Malc's scalp, looking down. “You've done well, Malcolm. You deserve a reward. What would you like?”

Singha: He feels the ridges along the left side of Malcs scalp where a jagged scar and a smooth scar intersect.  "Whatever pleases you, sir."

Singha: "The Doctor instructed me to service you in any way necessary.  To perform whatever you required or desired."

Singha: "I am utterly at your disposal, sir.  I am a cocksucking, piss drinking cumdump of a cuntboy, sir.  My only worth is in how I can satisfy you."

Jeremy Thomas: He frowns just a little, considering this.  This isn't a role he's totally comfortable with. His frustration & disgust made the abuse and threats easier, but sexually dominating he isn't. He grunts a little, pulling his cigarettes out & lighting one. “Let me just think about that a minute.”

Singha: Malc waits nervously, as if afraid he's displeased Jer.  He shifts slightly to take some of the strain off his thighs

Singha: ((And yes, he is that ultra sexualized submissive that brings out all of Jer's superego doubts and repressions about his sexuality and desire to submit, also, sparking the worry that Jer might wind up this pathetic if he allows his desires to over take him.))

Jeremy Thomas: He walks to a chair, sitting down and smoking, watching Malcolm. The kid definitely turns him on, but... He frowns and gets up irritably, walking to the minibar and getting a couple of those tiny scotch bottles out and drinking one of them down.

Singha: Malc's thigh muscles are starting to twitch from the strain of holding that position for so long.

Singha: Malc starts to lose his erection as Jer just looks at him and it's clear he's afraid he doesn't please Jer.

Jeremy Thomas: He looks over at Malcolm and sighs. “You can sit down, Malcolm.” He opens the second bottle, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he does.

Singha: "Where would you like me to sit, sir, and in what position?"

Jeremy Thomas: He shakes his head. “Jesus. On the floor. I don't give a shit how.”

Singha: He sits on the floor, legs spread, and Jer has a good view of his guiche and little gold chain that attaches it to the terminus of the butt plug sticking out of him.  "Would you like me to suck your cock, sir? Or perhaps fuck me?"

Jeremy Thomas: ((Give into his desires as in, now in general? Or as in if he ever gives into his sub tendencies?))

Singha: ((as in if he ever gives in too far.  Same as somebody who drinks who sees a really pathetic drunk and has that thing in the back of their mind going "jeez I'm glad I can handle my booze, so i don't end up like that," but at the same time they know it *could* happen to them.))

Singha: ((But if Jer's a true sub like Malc, the idea would excite him, and if he's a sub-dom mix, the dom part would sort of rise up to 'prove' his dominance over Malc to show that he's not gonna let someone make him into the same kind of pathetic slave malc is))

Jeremy Thomas: He purses his lips, and shakes his head. “Not now. I have...other things to do. Things to get ready for our trap. And you need to go home to Karlos, so he doesn't suspect anything.”

Singha: "He doesn't expect me for another two hours."

Singha: "Did you wish me to help you with your other things, sir?"

Jeremy Thomas: He grits his teeth, feeling his resolve fading. The last of the butt gets smoked, and he grinds it out against the bottom of his shoe, tossing it away as he looks to Malc. “Fine, then, get over here. You've got 2 hours, I'll make good use of 'em.”

Singha: so, Jer finds that Malc is far and away the best cocksucker he has ever ever encountered ( 4 sux diff 8 for that, no pun intended. *G*)

Singha: He seems to intuitively know what Jer wants/needs and keeps the thing going through several ~almost~ climaxes until Jer either aggressively goes after his own climax or starts begging for release.

Jeremy Thomas: Hmmm...his instinct would be beg, but fear of all those anxieties would drive him the other way, into aggressive.

Singha: How agressive does he get?

Jeremy Thomas: Probably more aggressive then he would plan to be.  Not violently so, but definitely rough, take-charge, with appropriate dirty talk.

 

Jeremy Thomas: Can you send me the log of that, BTW, if you have it?  No auto-logging on my phone.

 

Singha: Sure

 

Singha: was gonna append this to it, also

 

Jeremy Thomas: Coolness.

 

Singha: so Jer gets aggressive and is rewarded with Malc trying harder and bringing him to an even more mindblowing climax (5 sux) that also leaves Jer with no guilt whatsoever about treating Malc as a sexual plaything, inasmuch as it's clear that a) Malc was born to be a slave, he is such a virtuoso at this that it's aboslutely clear this is the entire reason Gaia put him on the earth--to satisfy the needs of other men.   and b)  Jer feels without a doubt that Master Trevor would be totally proud of him for taking control of such a pathetic creature

 

Jeremy Thomas: All right.  When they're done, Jeremy tells Malcolm he's done well, and to clean up and go back to Karlos.  And to make damn sure no one's any the wiser about his having seen the light, or else.

 

Singha: Malc remains aroused throughout the whole thing but never ejaculates.  If Jer inquires, Malc will say that he is not allowed to cum or even touch himself without permission.  And while it's clear he'd like to ask, it's also clear he would never dream of asking, once again making Jer feel competent and powerful for having such total control over the guy.

 

Singha: Malc's frustration also feeds into his desire to please Jer, since only if Jer wishes it will Malc get any release.

 

Jeremy Thomas: Once he's orgasmed, he'll allow Malcolm to finish himself off.  He doesn't respect the kid enough in his current state to return the favor, but if he's a sexual basket case, he might fuck up with Karlos.  At the very least, Karlos will notice.

 

Singha: How would that be different from any other day Malcolm's living and breathing?

 

Singha: the kid is ~always~ boiling over sexually.

 

Jeremy Thomas: Yeah, but this much sexual frustration could really backfire.  If he's released it, he can at least think clearer then he would be able to otherwise.  Better safe then sorry...VERY sorry.

 

Singha: *nods* so Malc asks what items should he leave, what should he take with him, whether Jer wishes to remain in the suite, and whether Jer requires Malc to return to entertain any of Jer's allies?

 

Singha: also, how should he contact Jer when he knows the details of the setup at Stoney's, what should he tell Karlos about his meeting with Jer and Ita (since Karlos knows that Malc came to help Jer and Ita) and if he should still try to smooth things over with Guido?

 

Jeremy Thomas: Take anything Karlos might notice missing, and yes, Jeremy will be remaining in the suite.  Malc is to offer himself to Mistress Ita, in case she is interested, though she is not to know Jer told him to do it.  He can text message Ita with the details of the set-up.  As far as what he should tell Karlos...tell him that we argued over the deatils of the negotiation.  Malc had to go for his meeting with the Body, Jer promised they would stay at the hotel, and they both were gone when he got back.  Are there security cameras in, say, the stariwells of the hotel?  If not, that's probably how Jer and Ita left.

 

Jeremy Thomas: As far as Guido, yes, try to smooth things over, if he thinks he can handle it.  Regardless of what happens, they'll have to work on the Sept, and the Glass Walker not wanting his head is always a good thing.

 

Singha: Malc says yes there are cameras in the stairwells, but if they got via the staff elevator they should get out okay and tells him the code for the elevator.

 

Jeremy Thomas: All right.  Sounds good.  If they have to leave in a hurry, they'll go that way.  He tells Malc to keep his phone on him at all times, near his hands if possible, and if anything goes wrong, to speeddial Jer and leave the phone on.  And to make damn sure the phone is muted.

 

Singha: He agrees and also asks permission to remove the butt plug (since Jer told him to be prepared, he assumed that meant cleaned, lubed and plugged) but if Jer wants him to keep it in, he will.

 

Jeremy Thomas: Yes, he can take it out.

 

Singha: He seems very relieved to have gotten out of there without a major beating.  A reaction, of course, which for some reason just makes Jer want to beat him.  *G*

 

Jeremy Thomas: He's tempted, but doesn't.  He just sends him on his way with a glaring warning of will happen if he fucks this up.

 

Singha: after Malc leaves, if Jer watches the TV or listens to the radio, he starts fantasizing about submitting to someone powerful like Fausto, and impressing Fausto and getting Fausto's approval by how well he can control and dominate Malcolm.

 

Jeremy Thomas: Which he probably would, with the TV.

 

Singha: He sees now you can't be too pathetic and spineless or you wind up like Malcolm (disgusting) and that people like Fausto (Master Trevor) aren't looking for the toads like that, and couldn't stay interesed in something so weak.  You have to show you have the balls to take what you want, but still understand how to submit to someone more...commanding.

 

Jeremy Thomas: *NOD*  Got it.

 

Singha: And he is very grateful to Schondorf for showing him the truth of himself that way by allowing him time with Malcolm.

 

Singha: ((And he thinks that the "F" on Malc's pec is for Fausto, and knowing that he fucked the same mouth Fausto used to own gives him a bit of a thrill.))

 

Jeremy Thomas: *NOD*  God, it's going to be both sad and satisfying if/when Jer goes down.  :-)  I didn't think I could play him well as a bad guy, even a manipulated-into-being one.

 

Singha: It's fun exploring the darker side sometimes.  Especially with goody two shoes like Jer.  Gives 'em more depth

 

Jeremy Thomas: Oh, I know.  A lor of my characters, mostly in my TT's, are built specifically to explore that theme of the duality of people.  I just didn't know if I could do it with him.

 

Singha: I can imagine it's hard cause he's based on you

 

Singha: it's easier if it's one more step removed into a 'real' imaginary character. *G*

 

Jeremy Thomas: In a way, kinda.  But in another way, no.  I made myself as a wrestling persona in an e-fed I was in...started it is a face (good guy), and eventually did a heel (bad guy) turn that took him some scary places.  So I'm just using the process I started there.  It was whether I could amplify it from asshole to truly corrupt.  As in the e-wrestling, I just needed to amplify the negative of myself, but in a bigger way.  It was easier before, because it was just smack-talk and betrayal within a sports-entertainment setting.  This is interesting because it's more ".

 

Jeremy Thomas: "real" in a way, not being in that glits and glamour setting.  And thus, a bit harder.  But more satisfying in a RP experience.

 

Singha: *nods* I can see that.

 

Jeremy Thomas: The key to a good bad guy, I got from a wrestling book, actually.  Mick Foley, aka Mankind/Cactus Jack/Dude Love, wrote an AMAZING autobiography, and in it, he gave his secret.  That the bad guy must always feel justified, like they're right.  If the person believes it, then the bad guy persona will.  Thus, Jer's whole rationale with being fucked over by everybody.  He would need to be able to justify it to himself, and his mind would take all these frustrations and use them as rationales.

 

Singha: *nods* totally

 

Singha: Trev feels totally justified torturing people. *G*

 

Singha: they're either women, so they deserve it, they're blacks, so they deserve it, they're weak, and so they deserve it, or he's been betrayed by everybody and so what the fuck do they expect him to do?!

 

Jeremy Thomas: *NODNODNOD*

 

Singha: so anyway, I just realized how Malc would tell Jer what's up

 

Singha: Schondorf would link them in their dreams

 

Jeremy Thomas: That works, yeah

 

Singha: What would Jer be dreaming?

 

Jeremy Thomas: What night?  Same night, Sunday, or today?

 

Singha: well, that night first, i think.

 

Singha: since I realized Schondorf would have an agenda

 

Jeremy Thomas: So, probably dreaming about his encounter with Malcolm.

 

Singha: What is he dreaming?

 

Jeremy Thomas: A more dominant version of using Malcolm as a sextoy, with Master Trevor watching and looking on in approval.

 

Singha: Dominant as in humliation, as in bondage, as in light whipping or as in some serious Trevor type control stuff?

 

Jeremy Thomas: Humiliation, a little bondage.  He's still not into the pain aspect of sex yet.

 

Singha: Trev watches him, sitting in the chair near the table, sipping scotch and smoking cloves, offering occasional comments on how Jer can improve the experience for himself, and chiding him when he seems to stray toward actually giving a crap what Malc thinks/feels.

 

Jeremy Thomas: He dutifully follows the suggestions, and learns from the rebukes, a bit surprised to find himself enjoying it as much as he is.

 

Singha: As Jer shows he's teachable and Malc's humiliated and tied up in ever more painful positions, Trev's arousal increases.

 

Singha: his expression remains inscrutable, maybe a bit critical, but it's clear he's appreciating Jer's dedication and eagerness to learn

 

Jeremy Thomas: And the silent appreciation and arousal is noted by Jeremy, who acts with increasing vigor on Malcolm, getting more and more into it.  His arousal is increased by Trevor's.

 

Singha: soon Malc can't take it and starts weeping and pleading.

 

Jeremy Thomas: He'll falter a little bit at that for just a moment, until he feels that disgust and rage he felt at Malcolm's patheticness.  Then, after looking at Trevor, he redoubles his efforts.

 

Singha: ((Does he whip him now, hit him or simply tell him to shut up?))

 

Jeremy Thomas: He thinks Trevor would hit him.  So hit him he does, THEN tells him to shut up.

 

Singha: yes, Trev approves of that quite a bit.  he adjusts himself in the chair, splaying his legs slightly to give himself more room, a smile curling his lips as he watches Jer work.

 

Singha: "He's always been a whimpering little sot," Trev says.  "You're doing him good, toughening him up like that."

 

Jeremy Thomas: Encouraged by that, he starts berating Malc, telling him how pathetic he is, and starts to get rougher with him, even going into Glabro to give it extra oomph.  A few more smacks if Malcolm starts sniveling.

 

Singha: Eventually,  Malc gets the idea that noise=even more pain so he shuts up.  Trev's eyes gleam as he sees Jer go into Glabro. 

 

Singha: When the thuds of fists and flesh are interupted only by Malc'stifled oofs and frantic exhalations, Trev asks  "So when exactly did you learn you were a bit swish?"

 

Jeremy Thomas: He continues to work as he talks.  "I kind of always knew, I guess...I kissed my best friend in 3rd grade, even though I didn't mean anything sexual with it.  I didn't consciously come to terms with it until college."

 

Singha: "And how'd that go?"

 

Jeremy Thomas: He delivers a shot to Malcolm, and shrugs.  "I accepted it pretty well.  I never had the shame thing, except with my adopted parents.  Never did tell them.  They were pretty homophobic."

 

Singha: He grunts at that.  "So was I, until I took my first boy on."

 

Jeremy Thomas: He smiles a little at that, shivering a bit at the thought of it.  "My parents were the fuckin' Brady Bunch, with a Rush Limbaugh mindset.  Family values, all that shit.  They never would've accepted it.  So I never told 'em.  Didn't bother me much."

 

Singha: He tips his ash into the tray then takes a deep inhalation as he rises, setting the clove down and exhaling through his nose as he crosses over to Jer and Malc.  It's very satisfying to see the way Malc's entire body reacts with fear when he sees Trev within striking distance.

 

Jeremy Thomas: He closes his eyes as he feels Trevor approach, twitching in anticipation.  He doesn't let up on Malc, though.

 

Singha: ((What exactly is he doing to Malc?))

 

Jeremy Thomas: ((Fucking him pretty hard in Glabro, and backhanding him any time he reacts in a way that disgusts Jer; i.e. fear, weakness, et cetera.))

 

Singha: ((and how is he dreaming Trev is dressed?))

 

Singha: ((and is Malc bound during this or not?))

 

Jeremy Thomas: ((Trevor would probably be dressed...paramilitary-ish?  Not US Army fatigues or anything, but kinda that movie-like style of someone who's "ex-Navy Seal" or something like that.  Yeah, Malcolm is bound at this point.))

 

Singha: Trev sets a hand on Jer's furry back, his own homid height almost equal to the Glabro.  He reaches past him, grabbing a very light, whippy cane.  "You know, if you cane them before you fuck them, the heat's incredible.  I mean, it works for the women, so why not the  pussy boys?"

 

Jeremy Thomas: He looks at Trevor, nodding with a smile.  "Good idea."

 

Singha: Trev gives him a knowing look.  As if he knows Jer's little secret.  As if he knows Jer wants to be right where Malcolm is right now, with Trev in Jer's position.  He reaches around Jer, his fly rubbing up against Jer's furry cleft as the places the cane in Jer's hand, then shows him exactly how to hold it to deliver the proper stroke, not seeming to mind one bit that Jer's still going at the boy.

 

Jeremy Thomas: And, like a good student, he does as directed, bringing it down.

 

Singha: He finds that as the stroke connects, Malc clamps down on him with delicious pressure.  The kid's a great fuck normally, with great control of his muscles--I mean it almost feels like a mouth down there--but that sharp, involuntary contraction is just...heaven.

 

Jeremy Thomas: The sensation nearly makes Jeremy double over with ecstacy.

 

Singha: For a moment it's not clear who's making that sharp cry, Malc in his anguish or Jer in his ecstasy.  Trev chuckles, nodding approvingly to Jer, patting him on the back.  "You've got to be ruthless, sometimes, to make sure they're giving you everything you're due."

 

Jeremy Thomas: He straightens himself back up a little bit and nods to Trevor.  "I see that, sir."

 

Singha: Malc's whimpering again.  That blow in Glabro makes a sharp, noticeable welt, and Trev nods approvingly to him.  "That's the great thing about shifters.  You can beat them raw and then just tell them to shift and they're ready for a whole new round."

 

Jeremy Thomas: He smirks at that.  "Very true...good point."

 

Singha: He tips Jer's caning elbow up,  "Well, carry on.  Make him please you, he's your bloody slave, he lives to give you every little bit of him."

 

Jeremy Thomas: He nods to Trevor, smiling, and looks back to Malcolm.  The cane rises and falls, several times.

 

Singha: The shrieks are satisfying in a number of ways, since each one signals that little bit of Heaven for Jer, along with the satisfying pattern of control, the marks of ownership and dominance on  Malc's back, the knowledge of Trev's approval in Jer's craftsmanship.

 

Singha: it is a very satisfyign climax, as well, and Trev pat's Jer's shoulder.  "Make sure he cleans you properly."

 

Jeremy Thomas: He nods, and looks down at Malcolm, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head up to face him.  "Turn around and get to work.  Now."

 

Singha: The restraints magically melt away and Malc turns round, immediately licking and sucking Jer, cleaning him assiduously.  Meanwhile, Trev reaches around Jer again, pressing up behind him, taking Jer's hand and running it along Malc's welted back.  "Feel the heat there?  Imagine that on his ass..."

 

Singha: Malc moans as the tender flesh is toyed with, giving Jer another great sensation as he hums around the shaft.

 

Jeremy Thomas: The feel of the warmth, the thought of the feeling extending to Malc's ass, the feel of Trevor against him, and Malcolm's mouth all combined to draw out a low moan, make his eyelids flutter and get him hard again.

 

Singha: He can feel Trev's breath tickling his ear, those steely fingers grabbing the meaty part of Jer's shoulder, just beside his neck.  "You want me to claim you, don't you boy?" Trev whispers.  "You want to be the ass that I fuck?"

 

Jeremy Thomas: He shudders at the simple thought of it, tiwtching inside Malcolm's mouth.  "Yes, sir, I do..."

 

Singha: "Beg me," he says simply

 

Jeremy Thomas: He closes his eyes.  "Please, sir...please claim me as yours.  I want...need...to serve you..."

 

Singha: Meanwhile that magic mouth is doing total wonders down there, hoovering Jer expertly.   "If you cum, boy," Trev says viciously to Jer, as he reaches around and claws his fingernails along Malc's welts, eliciting another mindblowing, humming moan.  "I'm going to punish you.  Do you agree to that?"

 

Jeremy Thomas: He nods, focusing, trying to keep his cool.  "Yes, sir.  Whatever you want."

 

Singha: "If he doesn't come, Malcolm," he says ominously.  "I'm going to punish you."

 

Jeremy Thomas: He swallows hard.  This won't be easy.  But he's stronger then that piece of shit bitch.  He'll prevail.

 

Singha: Malc turns up his attention, using every trick in the book to try to get Jer to come, while Trev slaps a collar around Jer's neck, making it almost too tight, cutting off just a bit of air.  Making Jer's breathing raspy.

 

Jeremy Thomas: He gasps a bit between the two, squirming at Malcolm's mouthwork.

 

Singha: Then Trev grabs the back of the collar and pushes Jer forward, bending him over at the waist.   He holds him there and shoves a vibrating plug up Jer's ass.

 

Jeremy Thomas: He leans over Malcolm, digging his fingers deeply into the welts as he gets filled, forcing him to thrust further into Malcolm's mouth.  He grits his teeth, fighting back a sound of pain.

 

Singha: Malc moans around Jer at that, losing a bit of his own rhythm at the pain.  Trev chuckles.

 

Jeremy Thomas: He looks down at Malcolm, smiling a little, and nods, dragging his fingernails over the welts to throw him further off.  He WILL win this.  Trevor's the alpha, but he ain't no fuckin' omega.

 

Singha: Malc cries out at that, tears streaming down his face as he does his best to work on Jer, who's finding that plug resting on that magic button called a prostate, and feeling trev's clothing, the heat from his well muscled body againt Jer's buttocks as that steely hand holds him bent over Malc.

 

Jeremy Thomas: He grits his teeth, trying to center himself.  Out of desperation, he delivers a shot to the ribs.

 

Singha: From all the other blows, it's too much for Malc and his breath catches in his lungs, his eyes rolling upin his head.

 

Singha: ((roll wits+enigs))

 

Jeremy Thomas: Michelle Morgan -> Michelle Morgan: 6,9,6,9,

 

Singha: ((he realizes he's got the ultimate secret weapon against Malc:  He just has to order him to cum. *G*))

 

Jeremy Thomas: His eyes light up, and he grins truimphantly down at Malcolm.  "Time to blow your load, bitch.  Do it.  Now."

 

Singha: Malc makes a whining, pitiful moan and simply creams all over Jer's feet and legs.

 

Jeremy Thomas: He gets a disgusted look on his face, though the triumph still shines in his eyes.  "I didn't say ON ME."  He delivers another shot to the ribs.

 

Singha: He hears a satisfying crack and Malc falls grunting onto the floor, still cumming on himself even as he turns purple from the effort to breathe.

 

Jeremy Thomas: The kid's attention on him relieved, he relaxes a little, putting his hands on his knees to stablize himself, panting raspily.

 

Singha: He feels Trev stroke his flank, feels that buzzing pressure inside him still hammering away at his own impending climax.  Malcolm is still writhing away, and still spurting, tho progressively less far. There is something about having ~that~ complete a power over someone, to absolutely control when, where, and how long they cum by simply saying the words that just brings Jer himself so close to the edge.

 

Jeremy Thomas: He bites into his lower lip, hard, using the pain to focus himself, and distract from the orgasm building inside himself.

 

Singha: It keeps coming, and he realizes it's too much, he's not gonna save it when BAM! he feels a sharp pain that completely distracts him as Trev grabs his balls and yanks on them hard.  "Not quite yet, boy."

 

Jeremy Thomas: That draws a sharp yelp from him, and he very nearly loses his balance, falling on Malcolm.  He has to step forward to avoid doing it.

 

Singha: Well, Trev holds him with the collar, to help steady him too.  but while Jer's adjusting to that, he feels Trev yank the plug out roughly, adding even more to the pain.

 

Jeremy Thomas: A grunt/growl of pain escapes his lips, and his knees weaken, bending slightly and forcing his throat to chafe against the collar.

 

Singha: At least, Jer notes with triumphant perspective as Malc moans, Malc is in as much pain as he is.  Maybe more, since the kid's  shooting dry now, every spasm another napalm strike to the balls.

 

Singha: "You did well," Trev says, impressed.  "Now shift into a wolf and show him how much of a bitch he really is."

 

Jeremy Thomas: He nods...anything the Master says...going into wolf form and grinning at Malcolm with those lupine eyes.  He prowls behind Malcolm, menacingly growling a little.

 

Singha: "Get up," Trev orders Malc.   "On your hands and knees."  Malc slowly climbs to his hands and knees, not even trying to hide the unabashed anguish he's in as he keeps spurting, the area over his purpled ribs swelling

 

Jeremy Thomas: With a sudden action, he pounces on Malcolm's back, mounting him.  He clamps down lightly on the back of his neck in a dominant gesture as he enters him and starts hammering away.

 

Singha: ((Hispo or Lupus?))

 

Jeremy Thomas: ((Hispo.  Bigger.))

 

Singha: Oh yeah.  That feels great!  Nice and tight and he can smell the kid's cum and his fear and his submission, he can smell Trev's dominant scent and he ~knows~ he'll never wind up like this broken bitch beneath him because he has conquered it.

 

Jeremy Thomas: He's exultant, snarling in glee, as he slams into Malcolm.  He releases his neck long enough for a triumphant howl before clamping back down, going to work.

 

Singha: Every animal instinct on fire, and it's better than killing a deer, better than the feeling of a pack, knowing his place here.  He feels Trev's hands on his haunches, feels him brush his tail aside and then feels the righteous pain of being claimed by his alpha

 

Jeremy Thomas: It's the perfect spot for him, claiming and being claimed at the same time.  He gives into it fully, any inhibitions long since lost.

 

Singha: And thru it all he can still feel Malc's spasms, and how deliciously they massage his own cock, which can go much deeper than his Glabro form.

 

Singha: And of course he wakes in the the middle of his wet dream. *G*

 

Jeremy Thomas: To which he sighs happily, cleans up, and goes to watch some more TV.  :-)

 

Singha: ((he does find cum on his feet and legs, strangely enough. *G*))

 

Singha: ((and a bruise around his neck where the collar was))

 

Jeremy Thomas: Hmmm.  He'll have to remember that, to make Malc pay for it later.

 

Singha: He''ll have a bruise around his neck for the rest of that day

 

Jeremy Thomas: Okie.  Shifting won't let it heal?

 

Singha: it's not really a bruise bruise (no lost HL) but the discoloration lasts

 

Jeremy Thomas: OKay.

 

Singha: it's like a stigmata. *G* a mark reminding him of his being claimed

 

Jeremy Thomas: Gotcha.