When The Wrong Heads Turn

by P0IsAWriter

Summary:

In light of his brother's "disease" , guy strides to create an alternative, better medication. Driven by his mentor's recent passing, he- by a twisted turn of fate- stumbles into a world where crime is absolute.

Creates a large, infamous drug empire.

Notes:

• For vamppr.

Chapter 1: Master's home.

“Why are you so bad at relationships?. You always gotta sabotage them.” I slide books back into the spots on a shelf near the reception desk.

“Maybe because my mum treated her boyfriends like her contact lenses growing up, - and that had some psychological effect on me apparently.”

“Oh…?”

“Mh… you'll find she's the reason for everything I do. Everything eventually leads back to her.”
“I am my mother's daughter, after all.” He blows raspberries.

“Ah… don't say that…”

“Whatever.”

“Whatever. I gotta go.”

He leans on the desk and huffs, “Another one of your boytoys?”

I laugh, I put my jacket on.
“Alright, Ezra…”
“Lock up when it hits 12.”

He slaps the desk as he sits up, “You got it, boss.”

“Get home safe.”

“I'll get home dangerous.”

I wave him off and leave.
I get into my car and drive to my house.

He opens my door and drags me inside. “What took you so long, master?...” His voice is low and desperate.

“Sorry. Another late night. Looks like you couldn't wait…”

There's generously lubed dildos and many sex toys scattered everywhere.

He laughs sheepishly, “I wouldn't have to if you just… come home earlier.”

I grab his face and kiss him again.
“You wait next time.”
“I didn't say you could fuck yourself, did I?.”

He unwraps his arms from around my neck and kneels.

“I didn't say kneel.”

He exhales lightly and stands up. I grab his collar and drag him to my bed.

“Oh?” He's breathless already.

“Mh.”

I kiss him while he enthusiastically strips.

Seeing his body… just kind of… turns me off. Or something… I don't know.

It doesn't turn me off. I don't know why I would ever think that…

He slides his hand under my shirt and gently takes it off me.

I unzip. “Turn around.”

He kisses me once more before bending over the bed.

I fuck him. His hole is nice and wet from his earlier fuck.

“It's not the same when I masturbate, master. I need your cock to cum.”

“Yeah?.”

“Yus!-” He whines. He digs his face into my mattress.

He moans as I thrust more.

I tighten his collar and force his head up. He pants like a dog.

His cock is twitching for attention. They're both raging whores.

“Uh!” He moans. “Ahhmh.”
He chokes slightly. I thrust harder. He moans loudly.

“Huhh…” I exhale, “Yeah.” My voice has a little husk to it.

“More, master! Fuckkk!...”

Chapter 2: Don't deal drugs, kids

Summary:

Use of the F slur

“LUKE!” He screams out for me.

I can't get to him….

“Shit.” I grumble.

“Shut the fuck up!” They force his head down as they drag him out of the room.

The one pinning my shoulder down lets go. I turn around and swing.

He catches my arm and twists it.

I yelp.
“FUCK!”

“Shut up, fag.” He pushes me and shoves me out of the door.

 

“Luke…” I hear his timid voice squeak.

“I'm here…”

“I'm sorry… this is my fault…”

“I told you not to deal no more!.”

“I'm sorry!”
“I didn't think they were a fucking mob!...”

“We're dying today, slave.”

I hear him sniffle.
“I love you, master.” Theres an edge to his voice

Bang. I hear his body thud.

“Ain't that sweet?.”
“A bit disgusted by what he called you, but sweet nonetheless, right?.”

I close my eyes-

Chapter 3: Meeting in a bar... How classy

“Hey,” I put my coffee mug on the desk and lean on it.

“Elis…have you seen Luke?”

“Ah, no. Not yet…”

“Should we be worried?, he's always here at 9…”

“I dunno…”
“Call ‘im.”

He nods and grabs his phone.
He taps on it for a while before standing up from his chair and setting it on the desk, putting it on speaker.

Voicemail.
…
Voicemail.

I exhale, “Right…”
“There's customers coming in… ehm…”
“Ugh shit.”
“Man the reception like normal, right?. Don't stress about it, “ ‘E's a grown man.” Anxious sip.

He hesitantly nods, sitting down again.

“ ‘‘E can take care of ‘imself…” I bite my nails.

“You try him…” He mutters, “He's more likely to answer you.” He slowly stands up.

“Shit.” I call him, putting it on speaker.

Voicemail.
…
Voicemail.
…
VOICEMAIL.
…
VOIC-
…
VOI–

 

“SHIT!.”
“Shit!”
“Shit…”

“What are we supposed to do?...”

I rub my eyes.
“I don't fuckin’ know.”

“Uh… um…”
“Eh…excuse me?...”
“Ah- is this a bad time?...”
Middle aged woman, looks like she's in her late 40’s?
Beautiful hair for 40. I should ask for her hair care routine.

I exhale, “No, ma’am. I'm sorry.” I put my phone back into my pocket.

She awkwardly chuckles.
“Um… this book doesn't have a barcode...” She winces.

I sigh, “That's no good, is it?...”

She gives me the book.

It's a fantasy.

“Print of’ a new barcode.” I give Ezra the book, he quickly turns to the computer.

I know she's dying to know what happened.

“Any reason you're in a library at 9 o’clock, ma’am?.” I lean back onto the desk. I sip my coffee.

“Ohhh, I just thought I should start reading again.”

“Ah” I tilt my head up for a second.
And she’s reading… I look back, A Study In Drowning by Ava Reid…
I inhale, “Well… well done you.”

She nods, pleased with herself.

I hear the printer go off and sellotape being torn.

He slams it down, and I pick it up and read the blurb. I put down my mug and inhale, “Enemies to Lovers… classic trope.”

She nods, matter-of-factly.

“Are you paying for it now or do you want to read a little- see if you do like it, before making any financial burdens?” I scrunch my nose slightly.

She laughs, “My daughter recommended that to me, so I'll trust her judgement.”

I nod and give it back to Ezra to scan.

“How old are you?...”

“Hm?” I look back,
“Are you trying to set me up with your fantasy book loving daughter?” Sip.

She laughs again, “When there's an opportunity…”

I laugh slightly, scrunching my face for a moment. Middle aged women…

She leans on her other foot and rolls her eyes, “She's brought home all these different boys… they're oh so rude.”
“I honestly don't know where she gets it from.”
“She insists he loves her… and she dreams of a wedding, but they never last more than a week.” She huffs.

Ezra’s looking at me, wary.

I smile slightly, and breathe.
I look back at her, “Perhaps...”

Ezra tuts.

“I'm 26”

“Oh!”
“She's 24!”
“I've actually got something to confess…”

“Hm?” I stop leaning, “I'm all ears.”

I hear Ezra sigh.

“I've actually been coming in here for a couple days…”

I laugh, “You've been scoping me out, have you?”

She looks sheepish, “I came in here with her a couple days ago and she said she noticed you… so I may have been stalking you- only in here! I promise.”
“I've seen how you handle customers… you're so much nicer than the boys she brings home…”
“You're perfect for my little girl!”

“I will have to confess, I'm no husband material.” I put my hands up.

“Oh! Nonsense!.”

“Meredith.”

“Ah- you will have to excuse me for a moment. One of my regulars has just arrived.”

“Oh! Go ahead.”

“Ezra here…” I look back at him, “-Will sort you right out!” I slap the desk.

Ezra’s glaring at me, he shakes his head for a second.

I mime a kiss before striding to Meredith.

“Good mornin’, swee’art.”

She grips my arm and leans in, “Did I just hear that woman say she's stalking you, my boy?.”

I breathe, “She wants me to date her daughter…”

“Oh, you charming sod!”
“Get me my coffee already.”

I help her to her usual seat and make her her usual coffee from the coffee maker.

“What we readin’ today, Mere?” I set the coffee cup on the small table in front of her.

You know what I want to read, you useless twat.”

“I'll have you know, old hag, that I am far from useless.”

“Get on it, boy.”

“I certainly am no boy.”

“No. You're a twat.”

I laugh softly
“L.O.L.” I walk to the fiction and pick out her favourite book.

“Your read, madam.” I put it down next to her cup.

“Thank you, m’dear.” She hands me a tenner, “For your troubles, as always.”

“Thank you kindly.”

“Now leave me the hell alone, weirdo.”

“Old hag.”

“Dirty sod.”

I walk back to reception.
“Hello again. See you haven't moved an inch…”

There's a line forming already.

“Oh- sorry, darlin’...” She moves out of the line. I see Ezra breathe a sigh of relief.

“I've written down her number for you.” She hands me a piece of paper.

“Thank you. Did you get your book?”

“Ah!, Yes! Thank you.”

“Hopefully no more stalking me, huh?”

She laughs, “I'm very sorry. No. I won't stalk you anymore.”

I stand aside and she walks off.

Ohmygod.

“Fuck…” Ezra sighs as I stand next to him.

I lean over and grab my mug.

“She would not shut up about her daughter…” He's typing away into his computer for a customer.

“Did she not notice the line?.”

“Apparently not.” He sighs and stands up. He hands over a book and a receipt.

“Thank you,” We both say in unison.

He sits back down, “She was going on… and on about how great and wonderful she is. Complaining about her boyfriends… christ!”
“We need to put up a sign. No fucking talking to the fucking receptionist!.” He grumbles.

I hold my hands out in defense at the paying customers.

“Heard anything from Luke?”

“No.” He scans three books.
“You said he was a grown man. Maybe he's taking a day off.”

“He would've told us, you knob.”

“Stop biting your nails. You know I hate that.” He's not even looking at me…

I tut.
“I'm gonna call him again.”

“Oh!, for fucks sake, Elis. Let the poor man live.”
“He's taken a day off.”

“He would've told us!.”

“Fine!, call him and ruin his morning fuck with a hot bird, you clingy bastard!”

I tut and slap the back of his head.

He exhales.
“Next.” He's irritated.

…
Voicemail.
…
Voicemail.
…
Voicemail.
…
V–

Ezra snatches my phone off me.
“Will you fucking stop fucking trying?!. You're really starting to fucking piss me off.”

“Are you not fucking worried?!.”

“For god's sake.” He slams a bag with a hardcover book down on the desk for a customer to take. It makes the poor woman jump.
“He's a grown man, Elis!.”
“Get rid of your attachment issues, for fucks sake.”

“What’re you boys fighting about now?” Olga, an older russian woman who frequents

“Hi, Olga…” Ezra says, sheepishly.

“One book, one return.”

He inhales, “Yep.”

 

It's now 12PM. Luke still hasn't called me back.

Now I'm fucking shaking.
He never, ever not texts me back after he misses a call.

Something is wrong.

I drive to his house, Ezra’s with me.

We knock on his door. No answer.

“...Maybe he's just really into that hot chick…”

“I'm gonna kick the door down.”

“Don't… do that…”

I kick it and it flings open.

“Jesus Christ!...”

I search every room, and he's not here.

“What the fuck?!.”

“Um… maybe he went on a road trip?….”

“Fuck.”
“I'm getting a fucking drink. Call a car.” I push past him and get into mine and drive off.

I drive to a bar far enough. I passed at least 4 to get here.

I order three shots and a vodka martini.

Some guy sits on a couch to the right of me. I decide to join him.
“What's your name?”

He's clearly as hammered as I am.
“Aspen.” He blurts out

Chapter 4: Throwing away a lifetime of good fucking for your ego?

Summary:

Use of the F slur
ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

I’m in that stranger's bed. And I've got a splitting headache.

“You alright?” I turn my head, he's brought me a glass of water and a mystery pill.

“Yeah, monster cock. Thanks.”
I sit up and take the water and sip it, “What's the pill?.”

“Ibuprofen, for your aches and your hangover.”

I nod and pop it in my mouth, drowning it in water. I slam the glass down on his bedside.

“Sorry. I was suppose to escape in the middle of the night like a good fling…”

He smiles slightly, “I don't mind.”

“We could go again…”

“I think I'd be shooting blanks, you kept begging for it.”

“And you have the nerve to sound annoyed?. You got the chance to sleep with me.”

He inhales, “Mh.”

“Well?”
“Unless you have somewhere to be right now.”

He kneels on top of me, “Don't complain about your headaches gettin’ worse.” He grabs my thighs and slams my head back onto the pillow.

 

“What're these?.” I trace the scars scattered all across his chest.

“They’re healed.”

“No, I see that. I'm asking why you have them.”

“Just jobs gone wrong.”

I laugh, “What’re you, a gangster?.”

He doesn't smile, “Mh…” He grunts getting up.

“What the fuck?. No fucking way!” I sit up.

“I think it's best if you leave.”

“No way! There's no way I'm leaving now. Are you still a gangster?”

He inhales.

“Awh no way, I fucked a gang member.”

“You got fucked.”
“Don't you dare go around tellin’ people this, you hear?.” He towers over me.

“Yes sir.”
“Goodness…”
“You even got that gangster charm, I got goosebumps.”

He scowls.
“Get washed up and out of my house in 5.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. You're throwing away a lifetime of good fucking for your ego?”

“Not for my ego…”
“Just- quick.”

I open his ensuite–

“BOSS!” The door flings open.

“Jesus wept…” I hear him whine.

“That's him!” The guy who just barged in here points at me.

Another guy goes to grab my neck.

“What the fuck?.” I punch him square in his throat, he cowers over himself, clutching his neck. “Ew…”

“What's the meaning of this?!.” Aspen is fucking furious.

“I told you about the guy who ripped us off, right?.”

He sighs.

“We took ‘em hostage and his little faggoty boyfriend too.”

“Watch yourself.” He's irate.

“Sorry…” He avoids his gaze like the damn plague.
“Ricky got a little carried away and…”

“What's he got to do with this?.” He's insinuating me. I think.

“He and someone else was breakin’ into ‘is ‘ouse.”

“Wait-”
“You're talking about Luke?!”
“What the fuck did you do to Luke?!.”
“I'll fucking kill you.”

“Get away from me.” He sounds disgusted.

“Why?. Cus I'm a faggot?.”

“Right. Stop it.” Aspen tries to defuse the situation. It's not fucking working.

I grab his- the guy’s collar. “Tell me what the fuck you did.”
“Why he ain't answerin’ his fuckin’ phone. TELL ME NOW!.” I scream.

Aspen slams the guys head into the wall, “What did you do to Luke.”

“We fucking killed ‘im.” He's staring right at me, smiling.

I feel that pill coming back up. He killed him. He killed Luke.
I vomit.

They both flinch away.

I look up at the guy.

“Oh.” I hear Aspen whisper.

I straighten my back, “I'll fucking kill you.”

Chapter 5: Let's see how strong you are.

“Give me my phone. Where is it?.”

Aspen give me my phone, it was on the nightstand.

I call Ezra, he picks up the first ring

“Where are you?.” I say, before he can get anything out.

“I'm… uh…” He sounds like he's out of breath, but he doesn't sound tense.

“Are you safe?.” I don't want to know.

“Uh- yes?”
“Where are you?- are you?!”

“I'm fine. Are you at the Library?”

“No?... It's- it's 7o’clock?... Where are you? Why did you run off like that?”

“I'm fine. Where are you?. Answer me.”

He sighs, “I woke up… in…–”

“Tell me you're safe.”

“Yes! Elias, what the fuck?”

“Whose bed are you sleeping in?. What's his name?.”

“Uh!- how do you know it's a h–”

“I don't fucking care, Ezra. Just…”

“His name's- Ryan…?”

“Do you know a guy named Ryan?.” I put my phone to my chest.

“...Um…”

I clench my jaw.
“ ‘Was he look like?.”

“Uh…”
“Well-”
He describes this Ryan guy. He sounds smitten...

“D’you hear that?. Sound familiar?.”

He nods slightly

“Get the fuck out. GET OUT!.”

“What?!.”
“What the fuck’s going on?”

“EZRA!.” My voice echoes.

“Alright!! Alright! Fuck!...”
“Tell me what the fuck is going on!” I hear his clothes rustling frantically.

“What's going on?” A softer, more deeper voice echoes through the phone.

I feel sick.

“Ah… nothing, I'm just- I’m late for work.”

“Ah. I'll drive you, would you like some breakfast? How late are you?”

I puke a little in my mouth.

“Ez–” He hung up on me.

I clench my jaw harder.
I can't breathe.

I put my phone back onto the nightstand before I break it.

I turn around. Some guy and the guys who tried to punch me stand helplessly in front of me.

“You must have something I can hit them with?.” I breathe.

“Um…”

“Fucks sake.” I grab some guy’s hair and slam his head into the wall, his body goes limp, I hold it up by his hair.

He keeps whimpering, and clawing at my hand.

“You killed ‘im?.” I'm thankful that somehow my voice stays steady.

“I…”

“Shut the fuck up.” I throw his body onto the floor.

The guy who tried to punch me tries to make a run for it. I grab his hair and yank him back in. He yelps.

I grab his face as he stumbles back and slam his head onto the floor. It makes a loud thud. His eyes roll back out of their sockets for a moment.
I wipe my hand on my boxers.

I breathe and stand up straight, Aspen looks starstruck.

“Anything?”

Chapter 6: But I'm not God.

Notes:

Cringe sibling dialogue (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)
There will be more cringe sibling dialogue in the future so be wary

“Get on the floor.”
“GET ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!.”

He keeps saying he's sorry, he hesitantly gets onto his hands and knees on the floor

Aspen keeps trying to interfere…
“I said shut the fuck up and wait your turn.”
“Sit.”

“Come o–”

“I SAID SIT!.” My voice bellows.

He purses his lips but nods and sits on his bed.

I tighten my grip on the whip and raise it.

I whip him as hard as I possibly can.

“I didn't say you could fuckin’ move.” I slam my shoe into the nape of his neck, forcing him to smack his face into the ground, he groans loudly.

He begs for forgiveness, but I can't fucking hear him.
He begs for God's forgiveness, but I'm not God.

“You ‘ave the fucking audac’i’e to beg for my forgiveness?.”
“Motherfucker, I'm going to kill you.” My voice is deep and fucking steady.

He inhales a shaking gasp.

 

The room is dark.

“Uh?... Elias?...” Ezra sounds a little tense.

I grab his hand, and grip it tightly.

“Where the fuck are we?.”
“‘oo’s he?.”

“Ryan…” He sighs.

I stare at him. He's trying everything in his power to avoid me.

I hope he knows full well what I've just done to his friends.

“Um- why are you holding a wh-...”
“Stop staring!” He smacks my arm.

I exhale.
“Where are we?.”

“I told you to leave the whip… they don't take too kindly to being threatened.”

I see Ryan straighten up.

“You think I give a shit?.”

He sighs, “Don't say anything. You hear?.”
“I said don't say anything.”

“I fucking heard you.” I grumble.

Aspen thrusts open the door, “Stay there. Ryan.” He says. Ryan quickly follows behind.

“Put it down.” Ezra grumbles.

“It's not mine.”

“Put. It. Down.” He demands.

I throw it at the door which they left through forcefully. It makes a loud metal clanking sound.

“Jesus…” He mutters.

“Why d’you hang up on me?!.”
“Don't you ever hang up on me again!”

“I hung up on you because you're fucking paranoid!”

“Oh shut up!, I'm fucking worried about you, for god's sake! I'm allowed to be worried about my little s– my fucking brother!.”

“What were you about to call me?!.”

“Ezra.”
“Ezra. Don't be fucking annoying. You know full fucking well–”

“I'M A GROWN MAN! I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING PROTECTION. I'M NOT A HELPLESS LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE.”

“LISTEN TO ME!.” My voice echoes.

“Well–”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” We both say in unison.
Whoever that is, can fucking wait.

“NO!”
“IM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF BEING IN YOUR DAMN SHADOW.”

“YOU WERE NEVER IN MY FUCKING SHADOW, YOU ATTENTION SEEKING B-...”

“BITCH!”
“CALL ME A FUCKING BITCH AGAIN AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.” He grabs my hair and yanks my head back and forth.

“EZ–”

“I FUCKIN’ ‘ATE YOU. YOU PIECE A’ SHIT!” You can tell when Ezra’s genuinely angry when his accent comes on thick.

“FUCK YOU, GET OFF MY FUCKIN’ HAIR!.”

“OH I’LL SHIT IN YOUR FUCKING HAIR!”

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON ABOUT?!” I grab his wrists and yank them off me, his grip tightens and it only tugs on my hair.

I groan, “BITCH! GET OFF ME.” I try kicking him.

“I’LL KILL YOU.”

“DIE! GET OFF YOU FUCKING TWAT!” I yank his head back by his hair.

“FUCK!” He bellows.

I jam my foot into his stomach and he stumbles over, I swear I hear a few strands rip.

“YOU FILTHY BASTARD!” I massage my scalp…

“FUCK OFF!” He starts kicking his legs at me.

“You look like a pussy.”

“KILL YOURSELF.” He stops kicking.

We stay like that for a moment, breathing.

“Sorry, man.” I hold my hand out for him.

He huffs, “Yeah.”
“My bad…” He takes my hand and stands.

“Um…” Aspen and Ryan stand in the doorway.

I subtly shove Ezra and he falls again.
I slap a handful on my lips and look away.

“BITCH!” That came from the gut.

Ryan exhales and rushes to him, he helps him up.

I tut and walk to pick up the whip.
“What're we doing here?.” I say, standing up straight.

“I thought you might want revenge.”

He looks serious, “What?.”

“Those guys that killed your friend… are apart of my gang-”

I clench my jaw, “You do realise I'm holding a whip.”

“I- had no part in it.”
“I promise I had no say in any of this.”
“They did that all on their own.”

“Who the fuck are you?.”
“Are you actually a gang leader?. I was just fucking joking! What the fuck?!.”

“E–” I shout for my brother but Aspen covers my lips.

“I don't lead gangs anymore. My name is Aspen, I'm a former. Former gang leader.”
“Don't.”

I slept with a fucking murderer.
I slept with a fucking murderer.
I slept with a fucking murderer.

“Get your dirty fucking disgusting hands off me.” I'm disgusted.

The door flings open.
I've got some fucking rage to spill.

Chapter 7: You’re going to show me some respect

Summary:

Use of the f slur

“Aspen!” He flings his arms around his neck, making him bend over slightly.

“Get off me.” His voice grumbles.

“What brings you here? I hope you're going to tell me good news.” His grip on his hair tightens, I see him pull it slightly..

Aspen inhales, “I'm not joining back.”
“I’ve told you this, I'm not your leader anymore.”

He exhales forcefully and lets go. He lets go of him entirely.
“Too bad. Your replacement is a fucking nutjob.”

Dead. His body falls limp sideways. And then I hear the bang.

Ezra jumps out of his skin.

Aspen sighs, “You can't keep killing people who don't like you, Nutjob.”

“Big Dog!” A male voice exclaims.
Another man flings his arms around his neck, he stands on Aspen's toes and presses his entire front onto his. This feels like a loop…

Ryan looks uncomfortable.

“Ain't that sweet?, you come to take me out of a job?”

“Killian, you killed an innocent civilian.”

“Um…”
“No. Don't think I did.”

I grip the whip so hard I can't feel my fingers. I can't breathe.
“You fucking!--”

Ryan exhales nervously and grips the back of my shirt.
“No!-...” He whines quietly.
“Shhp-” He angrily whispers.

Aspen grabs the gun he was about to shoot me with.
“Don't. He has nothing to do with this.”

“Big Dog, you've gotten soft.” The gun turns to Aspen.
“You've gotten soft. You left because of him?!.”

“K–”

“You were the fucking best in the biz, and then you got soft because of some- F–”

Aspen slams his body onto the ground, gripping his hair, “Watch who you're talking to. Do you understand?!.”
“I may not be your leader anymore, but I am still your superior.”
“And you’re going to show me some respect.” His voice is deep, stern and gravelly.

I… feel a bit- horny… to be honest.

“It was you, wasn't it?.” Aspen lifts his head.

He starts laughing.
“You two the fags that broke into that fag’s house?.” He's talking to me and my brother.

Aspen slams his head back onto the ground.
“Watch it.” I hear a slight growl in his voice.

“Yeah. I fucking killed that disgusting freak.”
“And his slave.”

My lip quivers and my eye twitches. I want to scream.

Aspen goes to slam his head again, he looks up to me, he's staring. Studying me, seeing if I'll explode. Or… puke again.

“That's what he called him!” He yells.
“The guy who ripped us off called him master.”
“It was sick…” He scowls.

“Luke?-” Ezra grimaces.
“Oh… I didn't want to know that!...” He wipes his eyes and looks away.

“Just like you.” He grips onto Aspen's shirt.
“Does he know that?.”
“I bet he does, doesn't he?. You love to b–”

Aspen slams his head down again.

He has a weak smile. He laughs softly, he's looking at me.
“You have a type, don't ya?.” He's breathing heavily.

“Killian.”

He laughs maniacally.
“No fuckin’ way…”

He looks at me and points.
“I suppose you're here to beat me up, ain't ya?.” He kicks Aspen off him, though he doesn't get far because Aspen doesn't move.

He tuts, “Fuck off me.”

Aspen stands up, and so does he.

I don't see him move but I blink and he's right in my face.

“Killian!.”

He puts his finger up, not looking away from me.

He's smiling like an idiot.
“Hi there.” He whispers.

He kisses me, gripping my hair, I can't move my head away.

Chapter 8: Filler Chapter

Summary:

Have this chapter before the angst

“Stay still.”
He hits the backs of my thighs with more force.

“Ugh!” I groan.
I pant.

The vibration turns up. I flinch and squeal.

He holds my thighs tightly and forces my ass out again.
“Why are you shaking?.”

I am, I'm on my hands and knees balancing on a small stool.

“Hm? Tell me.”

My knees on a padded stool and my hands on another, I'm stretched out.
“Ahm!...”
“I don't know!” I whine. I can't think.

His hand slaps my thigh hard.

I dig my nails into my palms.

He grabs my face and tilts it up, running his thumb across my lips. It hurts due to me picking the skin off them…

“You're drooling. Are you enjoying your punishment, pet?.”

I shake my head slowly. “No!- no sir…” I squeak. I'm out of breath and my heart is beating out of my chest. I can't help but smile slightly.

He spanks me again, “Why are you smiling?.”

“I'm sorry!” I whine.

His hands slide down to my neck, I shiver slightly. He strangles me harshly. His other hand slides to my hole, he thrusts the plug up and down.

I squeal.
“Sir!--”

“Be quiet.” He yanks the plug out, I gasp. He uses his fingers instead.
He's much more forceful.

My moans are strained.
“Please!-”

“My fingers fucking you feels good, doesn't it?.’

“Yes!...”

“Better than a plug, isn't it?.”

“Yes.”

“You can hold it.”

I exhale.
His grip on my neck tightens, he lifts it more.
“Hold it.” He reiterates.

He spanks my ass harshly, “Open your eyes, slut.”

Even with a blindfold on…
“Sorry…” I exhale.

“I know you are, sugar.” He stops touching me entirely. His hand grabs my face, I gasp slightly.
“You're so gorgeous, aren't you?.”
“Say it.”

“Uh…-”

“Hm?”

“I'm…-” I try moving my face, but his grip tightens and it's forced into place.

“Why are you embarrassed?”
“You do know you're beautiful, don't you?.”

I swallow, “Yes.”

If he thinks I am, then I am.

“I am-.”

Spank, “What?”

“Pretty!...” I whine.

He kisses me,.”Now say it all together.” His low voice brushes against my ear.

“I’m-... pretty-” I shutter, his gloved hands tracing my thigh to my ass. He fondles it lightly

“Could have said that with a bit more confidence, but good, baby. You're doing good.” He lets go of my face and brushes my hair out of my face.

I nod.

“You've taken it well,” The low vibrations stop. I exhale.
He caresses my face gently.
“Good…”
“You're so good.” His hand grabs and forces my head sideways, he taps my lips and they part. He kisses me.

“Do you want more?”

I pathetically nod, “Yes, please, mh…!-” He spanks my ass.

I grind my teeth and moan.
“Ffhh…” I exhale.

He unties my wrists and replaces them with toy handcuffs, the metal carves into my skin. I groan lightly.

“Ready?”

This isn't a punishment anymore.

“Yes.” I reposition myself comfortably.
“Yes, master…” I say, breathlessly. The anticipation gets to me and I get impatient.
“Hurry up…” I grumble.

I hear him laugh, “Getting impatient?”
“I might delay it even further if you start giving me an attitude.”

I feel the crop gently pat my ass.
“You know what I want to hear.”

“I'm sorry, master. I- I wo…” The crop leaves my skin.

Spank.

I instinctively yank my hands but the handcuffs carve themselves into my wrists.

He slaps a hand on my mouth just in time to muffle my moan.

I shiver as the pain seeps through me.

“Count for me, Sugar.”
“We’ll start over.”

He strokes my ass.
“Get comfortable, Sugar.”

I do.

I pant heavily as his hands touch my naked body.

“Is the anticipation getting too much, Sugar?”

“Please-”

*What do you want me to do?”

I huff, “Hit me!...”

“Do you want me to hit you or spank you?.”

I clench my jaw, “Um…”

I hear him laugh at me quietly, “I can't do anything unless you tell me what you want, pet.”

I inhale, “Spank me, please…” My voice is staggered. I squeeze my eyes shut and look away.

He kisses my hip, “As you wish.”
He inhales, “Count.” He demands.

My heart is racing.

He spanks me ass.

“Ugh!” I moan, “One!” I groan.

He strokes the place he hit and spanks me again.

“Two!...” I gasp

He moves my hair to one side and kisses my neck. He yanks my head up by the collar. I gasp.

“How bad do you want it?.”

“Bad! So… please.”

“You’re so desperate.”

“I am…” I can't breathe. I'm panting like a dog, “Mhhh… fuck please- mh-more!.”

 

“What number were you on?”

“2…”

“Good.”
Again

3.

Again

4.

Again

5.

He stops at 10.

 

He finally takes off the blindfold, it's nice and dim in this room, so it doesn't take long for my eyes to adjust.

“You did so well, you counted so nicely.” He dries my eyes with his thumb.

He strokes my ass, “Calm down and we’ll start again.”

I nod.

He gently pulls out the rod, I flinch and whine. He slaps his hand over my lips as he slowly takes it out of my urethra.

My eyes roll back as I whine. My moans are muffled.
I keep flinching.

A cold surge waves through my veins as I feel my cum leak out finally.

He licks the rod and sets it on the little coffee table in the middle of the room.

I catch my breath.

“Such a mess.”
“Are you going to clean this up?.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He kisses my cheek. Face.
He frees my wrists, I exhale and massage them. They gave deep indents.

I lean back onto my shins. He unties my ankles. I sit down with both legs dangling down the sides.

He watches me lick my mess clean.

“Mh…”
“You disgust me.” He lifts me off the bench and onto the bed.

“You told me to…” My head hits a pillow, he kneels on top of me

He smiles, “I did, didn't I?.” He kisses me.
“You're so obedient.”

I crack a slight smile, “Shh…” I hold his head and kiss him again.

“Mh.” He moans into the kiss, “I need you now, Sugar.”
“Let me have you.”

“You don't have to ask.” I put my legs onto his waist.
I grip his head, I see him wince.

He breathes a pathetic laugh, “As you wish.” He grips my hair and pulls my head to his shoulder, “Hold on tight, pet.”

I inhale a gasp and grip his back.

He so gently lifts me and guides his cock inside me.
He so gently thrusts me deep.

I hear his ragged breaths on my neck. “Pull my hair, baby…” He breathes heavily.

I grip onto his hair and pull gently, my other hand lands on the nape of his neck.

I hear him whimper slightly.
He pulls on the collar around my neck, I gasp.

He hisses an inhaler and slams me down. I instinctively yank his hair.

He moans, “Ah…” I feel his cock twitch. He exhales,
“Fuck.” He whispers.

“Ohhmm-” My teeth gritted.

He slams me down and grips my thighs and digs his nails in. He thrusts quickly.

“Ugh! Ah ah…”
“Fuuck!--”

His breathing is low and husky, “Take it for me, pet.”

He grips my hips and pulls out suddenly.

“Oh!” I gasp.

“I'm going to flip you over and fuck you until you can't speak.”

I lick my lips, “Please–” he slams my face into the pillow

“Ready?.”

“Yes!.”

He slowly inserts himself again, but wastes no time thrusting.
“Bite the pillow, Sugar.”

I press the soft pillow into my face and it muffles my loud moaning.

He tightens the collar and pulls my head up, my eyes roll back slightly, I'm panting again..

“Fuck…” He exhales, I hear him whine softly.

I'm so fucking wet, our sweat mix and it creates a slapping sound every thrust.

“Ohh shit…” He squeals.
He breathes down my neck.

I grip the pillow, I feel drool spill out from my lips. I feel hot.

I feel cum spill out from my cock, he doesn't stop thrusting that same spot.

I gasp, the collar is pressing down on my throat, I choke slightly as I inhale.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, “Keep!-” I squeal.
“Please…” I exhale.

“Since you asked so nicely.” His voice has a slight growl in it.

He makes me fucking crazy.

He kisses my neck, he yanks me up by the collar so my thighs are sitting on his.

He thrusts me down. His cock reaches further. He grips my hair and tilts my head up, my collar tightens.

I lean back, my back rests on his chest. He jerks me off.

I flinch and gasp.

“Move your ass, Sugar.”

I grip his thighs and thrust myself harshly. I whine and moan.

“Ooh…” He breathes
“Keep!- doing that…” His breaths are shaky.

His grip on my cock tightens as he jerks me

I try to delay my orgasm until he starts hyperventilating. That's when he's just about to cum. And he does.

I plop back onto my stomach, he gently pulls out.

“Good…” He exhales.
“Let's go take a shower, Elias.”

I look back and nod.

He clips a leash onto the collar and I crawl to the bathroom.

We shower together and he washes me thoroughly.

Chapter 9: Decapitate your predestined Snake.

“Do you want kids someday, Elias?.”

“Maybe…” I suck the juice off the lollipop stick.

“What kind of father would you be?.”

I swallow the last of the ice.
“A good one… at least I’d try.”

He stands up, “Would you?”
“Or would you be another copy of your parents?, that's be horrible… you want to inflict the same pain you felt?”
“Are you that sadistic, Elias?”

My lips start to tremble. My calves start to ache.
I shake my head.

“You know better to breed… It'd be selfish, wouldn't it…?”
“Passing down your…” He thinks and then inhales, he leans into my ear, “Psychological…- defects.”
“Hm?”

“It would…” I squeak.

He nods, sympathetically.
“What did I say about crying?.” He lifts my head to meet his.

I sniffle, and wipe my tears.

“Makes me feel guilty, doesn't it?.”

I nod, “I'm sorry.”

He strokes my hair, “It's alright.” He gently kisses my head.
He hugs me tightly so I can't move or breathe

“Luke–”

“You know it hurts to say those things to you. I hope you know that…”
“You know that, don't you?”

I nod.

“I just think you need to hear it. You need to be grounded, don't you.”

I nod.

“Yeah?”
“Harsh love. But you know I love you.”
“Don't you.”

I nod.
“Yes.”

“That’s why you're my favourite. You’re much better than your unruly sister...” He rests his head on mine.

I nod.

He smiles at me. I feel butterflies in my stomach every time he smiles at me like that.

He turns around from me and starts to walk to his desk

“I!-” I blurt out. Why is he walking away from me?.
“Um…”

He looks up at me from behind it.

“Failed my math… test…” I trail off slightly

He stands upright.
“That's no good. Is it?.”

I swallow, I shake my head.

“You didn't study?.” He walks back over to me.

“No.”

“Put your hands on the wall.”

 

I kick him off me, he falls on his ass. He smiles, he fwips his head around to Aspen and points to his own lips, “Soft!”

Like he's a child…

I stomp on his foot.

He whines, “Why'd you do that for?...”

I stomp harder. He whines louder and jerks his foot back, he looks at Aspen.
“Big dog!” He whines.

Aspen grabs him by the necks and lifts him up to his feet.
“You can't kiss people like that.”

“Why not?. He didn't push me away.”

I see Aspen’s hand grip harder, “You can't kiss people like that.” His voice is more stern.

“Ooh!”
“You're jealous. I get i-” He coughs, “T”
He exhales.
“Put me down, big dog… I'd quite like to brEEATH-” His voice squeaks.

Aspen stares at me.
“I'll hold him down for you.”

He laughs slightly, “What's he gonna do?--”

“Let him go.”

He drops him with a thud.

“You're about to beat me bloody and you're smiling?...”
“That hurts, soft lips.”

“I can't help it.” I say, breathlessly.
“Bare it.” I grab his shirt and slam his body down again.

I hear a slight giggle come out from his mouth. He wraps his hand around my neck but pauses.
“I don't suppose I'm allowed to fight back, am I?.”

I see Aspen’s jaw clench.
He looks at me, is that pity I see?.

“This is a bad idea- just…”

I exhale.

“Hey, hang on…”
“I don't have to answer to you anymore. Sorry, soft lips, carry on.”

“What's your deal?.” I grumble.

“What?”

“You obviously gotta be strong to be a gang leader. Why aren't you hitting me?.”

“Well, my apologies, soft lips. I want to see how much strength I'm gonna have to use. And by the looks of things… it's not going to be much.”

“Elias-” Aspen starts.

“Oh shut up! I get he's your boyfriend… but you gotta let the hen fly out the nest sometime.”
He grips my shirt, “Your name’s Elias?”

I swallow the lump in my throat.

Aspen sighs.
“Killian.”

He waves him off, he's staring at me. Into me.

“Elias King, by chance?”

“Wha-” I hear Ryan mumbles.
They both look surprised.

“What is this?!.” Ezra yells.

“Oh shut up, Lily.”

I slam his body down onto the ground again, and kneel on top of him. I punch.

He laughs, “Ohhh, that did it!” He grabs my hair and yanks my body off of him.

He giggles lightly as he gets on top of me.
“Nothing like brother, sister love, huh?”

Ezra stands behind him and grabs his hair. He yanks it upwards.
Must've been harsh because he groans loudly.

“Fuck!” He whines.

Ezra’s jaw is wired shut, he's staring so intensely.
“Who do you think you are?.” His voice is low and steady.

I waste no time sliding out from under him. I stand up quickly.

“I'm not a fan of t–”

Ezra pulls his head up more, and digs his nails into his throat.

Again, he must dig hard because something otherworldly escapes out of Killian’s mouth.
He's tapping Ezra’s arm desperately.

“Not a fan of what?.”

He's whimpering.
“Fuhh…” He whines.

He screams as I hear Ezra’s knuckles crack.

Ezra looks back at Aspen, “Could you find me something to hit him with, please?”

I see his Adams apple bob, he nods. He leaves.

“Ryan.”

Ryan stands up straight, “Yes?.” He looks a little scared?

“fffUUCK YOU- B–” Scream.

“You need to learn when to read a room.”
“Ryan,”

He’s quickly by his side,
“Yes?...”

“Hold him down.”

“Uh…”

Ezra looks up at him, “No?.”

“That's… mh-my bh-boss…”

“He's not going to be much of a boss when I'm done with him.”

He nervously laughs, “Ezra- I don't… I think you're un-un…Um… you might be underestimating…” He trails off.

“Because I'm a tran–”

“No!” He cuts him off quickly.
“Um!-”
“Just… he… he's a gang… l… you know- Um…”
“I'm sure you're strong! I don't d… please- I don't…” He's tripping over himself.

“Ugh!” Killian groans.
He's making it worse for himself.

“You're a supposed gang leader, big and scary… but the first thing about fighting is you don't move when you're being held down.”
“Not much of a leader, are you?.”

“FUCK YOU, BITCH!” He bellows.

“I'll rip out your oesophagus.” His voice does not shake or falter.
I see his nails slide to the center of his throat.

Killian must be panicking because I see his chest expand and deflate quickly.

“What're you waiting for, t–”

Aspen opens the door quickly.
He looks at me, “Bat, okay?” He hands me a metal bat.

I grip it.

“Awwh what the hell.” His voice gets all deep.
Killian grabs Ezra’s wrists and flings him over his shoulder and slams him onto the ground.

I hear Ryan squeal slightly.

Killian stands up, he massages his throat.

Aspen sighs, “Give it…” He exhales.

He grabs the bat from my hands and swings.

He catches Killian off guard and he hits him full swing around the head with one hand.

It must've been a powerful swing because his head and his ear starts bleeding. He stumbles sideways, swaying slightly.

The door swings open.

Aspen groans.

“Boss!” About 20-odd men come barging in.
“Uh…- b…” They stop automatically when they see Aspen.

“Stand down.” He orders.

He gives me the bat back.

“You always think with your dick, don't you, slut?.” He grumbles.

Aspen grumbles and snatches the bat off me again. He starts beating him bloody.

I grab Ezra’s arm and pull him up. I hear him grunt, he grips my shirt to stabilise himself.

“Christ…” Ezra’s grumbles.

“Big dog.” I hear Killian mumble.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” He says, through a broken nose and a bruised eye.
“You seem to forget yourself and where you stand.”
“What you've got to lose.”

“I suggest you be quiet.”

“Does he kn–” Slam.
He coughs a strangled breath, “About your cond–” Slam. He groans.

Ryan holds Ezra’s arm, “We shouldn't be here–”

“Be an obedient puppy, Ryan.” He grabs Ryan’s ankle and tightens his grip around it. “His boyfriend should know.”
“What's wrong with h–” SLAM.

He coughs up little specks of blood.

“I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut.” His voice isn't his. It's much more gravelly and deep.

“What?.” I say.
“What's your condition?.”

Killian laughs… and laughs.
“Oh!” He groans.

Aspen’s breathing is laboured.
“I told you to shut your mouth.”

I look around. The 20-odd something men are standing awkwardly behind them.

I walk to them.

I notice a gun.

I suck my teeth and steal it. They don't move.

There's 6 bullets in this chamber. I'll only need 2.

Chapter 10: Water Drip

Summary:

Ezra's POV

“Elias!.” The older man shouts, his voice loud and stern.

The men standing behind them immediately nope out and run, tripping over each other.

The gun cocks back and the man on the floor falls limp

My brother collapses.

The gun slides to my feet.

“Elis…” His voice whimpering slightly as he rushes to him.

Ryan quickly grabs his phone from his pocket, he seemingly dials for a hospital

The older man takes his shirt off and tightly wraps it around his head.

“Oh, he passes out all the time. You just need to put his legs up to make the blood circulate back to his brain- here, let me do it.”
I push him out of the way and pick up his feet and hold them in the air. I crouch down and move his hair out of his face.

“Um… Ezra?...” I hear Ryan say, nervously.

I didn't realise how sweaty I was. I wipe my hands on my shirt, “It isn't hot in here, is it?...”

“What?...”

“I didn't realise it was. I'm sweating.”

“Ezra.” The older guy crouches down with me, “Do you know where we are?” His voice is calm.

“In the warehouse- or something.” I look around. Looks like an abandoned warehouse to me. I nod.

I hear him inhale, “Did you see your brother shoot Killian?”

“Yes, and I'm sorry, but I don't think I want to help him.”
“My brother's just passed out… I think I have bigger fish to fry.”

“Elias passed out?.” He reiterates

I furrow my eyebrows, “Are you okay?”

“That isn't sweat, Ezra.”

“Yes it is?.” I stand up and hold his legs properly, I bend them slightly.
“He should wake up soon, it doesn't take long.”
“He passes out all the time… he works himself to the bone,”

I exhale, “I keep telling him to take a break and not stress himself, but he keeps doing it. He's a busybody.”

“Ezra. Do you have a history of delusions?”
“Does it run in your family?”

I laugh, “Excuse me?. Are you calling me delusional?.”
“I think I know if my brother's a workaholic, I lived with him my whole life.”

“Your brother just sh–”

“Ezra!” Ryan quickly says. He clears his throat, and laughs awkwardly, “An ambulance is coming to-... uh… to- to… um… uh- pick him- Killian, can you help me move the body… please.”

“I'll keep his legs up.” He stands up immediately.

Ryan grabs my arm and pulls me away.
“You take his arms.”

I don't hear ambulance sirens but the doors burst open. They immediately stop when they see the old guy.

The old guy picks Elias up and carries him.

“Hey!.” I yell.
“He'll wake up soon! What're you doing?!.”

“They’re doing a checkup.”
“It's procedure… Especially if there's a dead body- y’know… Just to be on the safer side. It's not normal for him to pass out.” Ryan reassures me.

I nod, “Okay… yeah… I guess.” I mumble.

The older guy exhales and continues walking.

It's not an ambulance but a van.

“What?-” I look at Ryan, “Where–”

“We’re going to a private hospital. It's much safer, I promise. You'll be by his side the entire time, I won't let them tear you away from him, okay?”

I swallow the lump forming in my throat, “Okay…”

 

“What's happening? Is this all necessary?”
“He’s just passed out, there's no need…”

“Ezra.” Ryan holds my arm gently, “Your brother overworked himself a bit too much this time- the doctors said.”
“He might be out for longer than we hoped.”

“What?”

He sighs, I see he's getting more anxious.

“He's just passed out.”

“He's… severely- uh-” He swallows, “Dehydrated.- That's- That’s the tube in his mouth…”
“See?”
“That's the water bag.”

“That's the IV drip…”

“Yes, that's what an IV does. It's a nutrient, helps the body to recover from dehydration. It hydrates." He nods.

"Okay."
I sit on the chair beside his bed.

“Ezra.” The old man speaks finally.
“Who’s Luke?.”

Chapter 11: Sinking

“He's a childhood friend.”

“Isn't he 40?”
“At least.”

“Yeah.”

“I take it- he was close to Elias?”

“He was Luke’s favourite. I was too annoying for him.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Cuz he told me?. He's never liked me, said I was too stubborn and disobedient… I could see right through his fickle facade.” I huff.

I see him straighten up.
“Ezra…”
“Why was he Luke’s favourite?.”

I turn my head the other way, and glare at him. I inhale, “He was grooming him. We’ve known Luke since we were young. He wanted a perfect toy to play with, one that he could mold.”

He closes his eyes,
“Right.” He mutters.
“But you willingly worked with him. You got your librarians degree.”

I turn back to face Elias.
“I've never been passionate about anything, there's nothing that really piques my interest… so wasting my time being a librarian for a groomer that I'd eventually kill with my two bare hands doesn't bother me.”

“You were planning on killing him?...” Ryan butts in nervously.

“ ‘Course I was gonna kill him… he imprinted on my brother.” I grumble. Looking in their general direction.
“But of course you had to beat me to it…”

“How were you going to kill him?” The old man asks, leaning back in his chair.

I breathe in, “I was gonna blindfold him, tie him to a bolted down chair, cut off his balls, stab non-vital organs, cut off his tongue, slash his skin- neck to ankle, tie him up to the ceiling like a pig on a stake and watch the sickening blood drain out of him slowly.”

They don't speak.

“Or…”
“I was gonna tie his limbs, bound by layers and layers of heavy duty tape, puncture his lungs and let him drown in a sea somewhere.”

I inhale, “Or…”
“I beat him to death with a crowbar.”

I inhale, “Or…”
“I tie him down and gouge out his eyes agonizingly slow and make him eat them.”

I inhale, “Or…”
“Make him choke to death on his own cock.”
“Anything.”

“Why didn't you do it when you had the chance?”

“He was always around Elias or his partners or around customers. He was never alone.”

“I'm sorry they took your closure.”

I exhale. I turn my head back.
“He's dead now. Elias is free.”
I sink my head more into his legs covered by the cheap duvet keeping him warm.

 

I shoot open my eyes and jump up, Elias is smiling weakly. His hand falls from my head.

“He's- you’re awake!”

“Uh?- Ezra?” Ryan’s behind me.

“He touched my head!.”

“I… touched your head…”

“He's sm-” I fwip my head back, he's not smiling anymore. I exhale and slump back down into my seat.
“What the fuck.”

“How about we go for a walk?. You've been sitting in that chair for hours.”

“No.”
“I'm fine.”

“Ezra. I really think we should...”

“I'm a grown man. Please, go away.”
The old man isn't here anymore.
“What time is it?.”

“It's 11 at night.”
“Maybe I can take you home instead?...”

“No!.”
“Go away.”

“I don't think you can be trusted to be alone, Ezra.”

“Tough shit. I'm not moving.”

I hear him inhale a deep breath.
“Okay…” I hear footsteps departing.

I rest my eyes again, sinking.

Chapter 12: Sedative

“Ezra.” Elias

My head shoots up, I stand up immediately.

“Ezra.” It's not his voice. I sit my stupid ass back down.

I exhale.

It's the old man.

I bash my head onto the mattress, “What?...”

“Where does he live?”

“I don't know.”

“Uh?-”
“What?”

I inhale, “I don't know where he lives.”

“Um.”
“Okay?...”

“He should be awake by now.” I grumble.
“Why isn't he awake?.” I stand up.

“Ezra! He's ju–” Ryan starts

“He shot himself.” The old man says quickly but sternly. He glares at Ryan for a moment,
“After shooting Killian, he shot himself in the head.”

Ryan looks like he's about to have an aneurysm.

I look over at my brother. “He wouldn't do that.” I say softly. I sit back down.

I hear him sigh. “Read.” He hands me a clipboard.

“Aspen!...” Ryan whines

“It's his chart. You can see here that it clearly states attempted suicide.”
“Fortunately, the bullet dodged the brain by mere chance.”
“Any closer and he might've died.”

I think I hear my brain explode.
I exhale my last breath.

“He collapsed due to exhaustion. I saw it happen.”

“He shot himself, Ezra.”

“He collapsed.”
“He's always been tired.”

“He needs surgery...”
“We need to clear the room.”

I stand up immediately,
“You said I'd be with him...” Ryan's just standing there?!.
“You said I wouldn't leave him.”
“He's not suicidal!.” I shriek.

“I think the shock of losing Luke got… tuh…” He trails off. I see him swallow, “Got too much to handle…” He looks like he's about to cry.

“HE WOULDN'T DO THAT TO ME!.” I scream

“Ezra…” The old man holds my chest firmly.

A couple doctors rush in.

“Nononononono. Bo bomb.bo n.o .bo .no no no nonokono” I grip the sides of the bed.
“Where are you taking him?!.”
“This isn't necessary!.” I yell.

“Sedative?...” I hear one of them ask.

“FUCK OFF!.” I grip the handlebars, I can't feel my fingers.

“Ezr–”

“YOU TOLD ME I'D STAY WITH HIM!.”
“SURGERY ISN'T NEEDED!.”

“Let go… He’s going to be gone for a minute. They just need to do a checkup.”

“Surgery!. He said surgery!--”

“He got his words mixed up. That's for Killian.”
“I swear.”
“Elias should have woken up by now, yes. But he hasn't… so they're doing an emergency checkup…”
“A checkup.” He reiterates sternly.

I swallow.

“Okay?” He gently holds my aching hands, slowly and gently prying them away from the handlebars.
“Unless you want to be sedated- if it makes it easier for you.”

“No. I can't be sedated! I need to be here when he wakes up.”

“Okay. Okay.” He says quickly.
“That's fine… but we need to let the doctors do their thing, yes?”
“He's going to be fine.” He holds my arm,

“I need to be here!. Stop!”

I hear the old man sigh.

 

I gasp awake. I sit up immediately
“FUCK!”
“Where?!--.” I yell. I stomp my foot onto the floor-

Ryan's hand holds my waist and pushes me back onto the bed.
“He's fine. You woke up just in time… he's just got out of- the checkup.”

“What room is he in?!.”
“Let go!”
“YOU SEDATED ME!.”

“I'm sorry!- we had no other choice!…”

“You lied to me.”

“I'm sorry…I'm so sorry!- I'm sorry... we had to… we…” He cuts himself off. He squeezes my arms. He looks like he's about to cry again,

“It was an important procedure… and you… wouldn't…” He purses his lips,
“You want your brother to wake up?... You have to listen to the doctors–”

“I KNOW!.” I shriek.

He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment,

“I'm painfully aware… so stop talking to me like I'm r–”

The door opens suddenly.
“The…” The old man trails off. He clears his throat,
“The check up was successful.”
“He's alright now.”

“Wh–”

“I'll show you.”

I quickly follow him. Elias is still motionless, stuck laying down in the hospital bed.

There's a few less wires coming out of him at least…

I slump back down into the chair beside him.
“How long was the check up?”

“Only took an hour. There was nothing major to report.” He rubs my back slightly.

The old man clears his throat, “Ryan.”

His hand leaves my back. The coldness of the room replaces the warmth his hand left.

He and the old man leave. Leaving me alone with my very much alive brother.

Chapter 13: Older Sibling Syndrome

Summary:

Links I visited during this chapter.

Please keep in mind I am not an expert in mental health or any disorders! I am not a licensed psychiatrist or psychologist.

This is not meant for self diagnoses material. Please go seek a professional if you have like-symptoms. Thank you.

 

https://www.verywellmind.com/how-oldest-child-syndrome-shapes-childhood-development-7866816#:~:text=Being%20an%20oldest%20child%20can

https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/4568-schizophrenia

https://www.google.com/search?q=antipsychotic+medication&client=ms-android-motorola-rvo3&sca_esv=da8ffb943f19aa7d&sxsrf=AHTn8

https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC10348476/

https://www.google.com/search?q=neuroleptic+malignant+syndrome.&client=ms-android-motorola-rvo3&sourceid=chrome-mobile&ie=UTF-8&ctxs=2&ctxsl_trans=1&tli.

https://www.google.com/search?q=Risperidone&client=ms-android-motorola-rvo3&sca_esv=da8ffb943f19aa7d&cs=0&sxsrf=AHTn8zrVgd-zB

 

All research done by Google - any and all discrepancies will be common within this book. Again, I am not licenced in the field of medicine or mental illness.

I open my eyes, “Aspen?”

He looks up, he smiles gently, “Good morning, Elias.”

He stands up, “I'll get your brother.”

“No!”
“No… I can't see him just yet.”

He seems to understand, he sits back down.
“How are you feeling?”

“Like I want to shoot the trigger again… everything hurts.”

“I'll get a nurse instead.”

I nod.

 

“Everything seems fine… it might just be because you haven't moved your muscles, so they're just a little sore.”
“Take a walk, and you should feel better.”

“Thank you.”

“I'm glad you're awake.” She gives me a warm smile and she leaves.

“How's Ezra doing?”

He inhales, “He thinks–”

“He thinks I passed out.”

He looks up, surprised.

I nod, “Ezra has a history of deluding himself- not to the point of insanity… but he turns reality and bends it to save himself.”
“It's true, I do faint a lot… and I know he wouldn't let himself believe I would actually kill myself.”

“Hm…”
“Who is Luke?”

“What did Ezra tell you?”

“He told us that he's a pedophilic groomer.”

I close my eyes, “He's not entirely wrong...”
“But Luke never touched me like that- ever.”
“In retrospect, he manipulated me, yes… but he never touched me like that.”

“So, Ezra was lying?”

“Ezra doesn't know.”
“All he knows is the things he's seen and the parts he told himself.”

“Is Ezra on any medication?”

“Uh…”
“I just woke up from a coma…”

He nods knowingly, “Alright.”

“Hand me my phone.”

He picks it from his pocket and hands it to me.

“Right.”
“He's on Risperidone.”

He furrows his eyebrows and thinks for a moment, “An antipsychotic?”

“At first- when he first got the prescription, it was to treat anxiety attacks he'd get frequently.”
“As he got older- those anxiety attacks morphed into…”

He exhales, “Okay.”

“Has he been taking them?.”

“I… wouldn't know.”

“He needs to take them.”
“No wonder!- has he been in this hospital this whole time?”
“He needs to go home and take them!”

“Where does he live?”

“Give me a piece of paper.”

 

“Why doesn't Ezra know where you live?”

“What?”
“He does know where I live, why would you say that?”

“Because he told us he didn't.”

“Oh… no?... He definitely does. He's slept over more times than I can count.”

“Right.”
“Should I go get him?”

I sigh, “Yes.”

“Where does he keep his medicine?”

“In the bathroom, mirror cabinet, top shelf.”

“Is there a spare key?”

“There's a little curve under the front door frame- ah… you'll find it.”

He inhales, “I'll take Ryan with me.” He leaves.

 

“ELIAS.”

“Hey…”

He crashes into me and hugs me tightly, “I'm glad you're awake!”
“They kept telling me weird things–”

“I'm glad you're here, Ezra.” I hold his head.

“Yeah!” He sits down on the stool beside the bed.
“How are you?”

“I'm fine. I feel refreshed after that long nap.” I hum a small laugh.

Aspen clears his throat, “We'll be going now.”

“Okay.”

“Where?”

“They're going to pick up a few things for me.” I smile, “Okay?”

He nods and plops his head down onto my lap. I scratch his head lightly.

 

“Want one?” I offer him his pill.
“It's ibuprofen, I figured you could use one too.”

He nods slightly and downs the risperidone with water.

I down my ibuprofen with water too.

“Ah.” I exhale. “Good.”

Ryan exhales a huge sigh. He sits down at the more comfier chairs opposite the bed. Aspen sits beside me on the other side of Ezra.
They both look tired.

“Ezra,” I say, softly. “I'm a bit cold, could you ask one of the lovely nurses to get me a blanket, please?”

He jumps up, “Yes!.” He sounds determined. He leaves.

I wipe my eyes, and inhale. “Right.”
“First of all,”

Ryan and Aspen sit up immediately.

“How has he been sleeping?”

“Uh…”
“Good?...”

“You don't even know.”

“Uh!...” He looks at Aspen.

“Have you not been watching over him?. He's clearly vulnerable and you just left him?!.” I sit up.

“No!- no! I have.”
“I just- how long does he usually sleep?...”

“He usually sleeps around 3-6 hours daily. If he's off his medication, he sleeps longer.”

“He has been asleep longer than 3 hours…”
“He was by your side the entire time!.”
“Nurses came to check on him regularly.”

“He sleeps longer off his medication?”

“Yes.”
“I'd rather him be tired and healthy than tired and hallucinating.”

They don't speak.

I sigh, “Someone go check on him.”

Ryan gets up immediately and walks out.

“Do you feel any better?”

“Would you mind moving my legs?.”

He stands up, “Like?”

“Just… get blood flow.”

He pulls back the thin cover, and gently holds my foot and my calf and moves my foot sideways and bends my knees slowly.

The door opens, “I got a blanket!, sorry it took so long.”

“Thank you.”

“What's going on?.”

“Just getting circulation going again, I've been laying down for so long…”

“Ah. Yeah.” He sits down again, holding the blanket firmly.

 

“Thank you.” He's put the blanket over me carefully, “You can rest now.”

“Okay.” He slumps back down into the stool and smacks his head onto my stomach again, he closes his eyes.

A few minutes later, I feel his body relax deeper into my stomach, his breathing is harsher.

“Okay,” I say, quietly. I lean my head back and close my eyes too.

Chapter 14: Prescription Illicit Drugs

Notes:

Links I visited for this chapter.

 

https://www.google.com/search?q=hydrophilic+drugs&oq=hydrophilic+&gs_lcrp=

https://www.google.com/search?q=hydrocortisone+&client=ms-android-motorola-.

https://www.google.com/search?q=ilicit+drugs&oq=ilicit+drugs&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyBggAEEUYOTIJCAEQABgKGIAEMgkIAhAAGAoYgAQyCQgD

https://www.google.com/search?q=mafioso&oq=mafioso&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyEQgAEEUYORhGGPkBGLEDGIAEMg0IARAAGIMBGLEDGIAEMgcIAhAAGIA

https://www.google.com/search?q=psychotropic+drugs+list&oq=psychotropic+drugs&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUqBwgAEAAYgAQyBwgAEAAYgAQyDgg

“Former… so you aren't anymore?”

“No.”

“Isn't that like… notoriously hard to do?”

“What?”

“Like- get out of gangs… aren't you like- bound for life or something?”

“Not when you're the boss of it.”

“Hmm…” I stretch.
“Walking isn't enough exercise.”

“What do you want to do instead?”

I smile slightly and turn on my heel, facing him, “You know what I want to do instead.”

He closes his eyes, “You just got out of a coma, Elias…”

“Then you'll have to be gentle, won't you?.”

We find an empty storage closet.
“There's a window… you wanna take that risk?”

“Shhh… If you do it well, we won't be here very long.” I grab his face and kiss him.

“Are you sure you're stable enough?”

“What?” I laugh, “Are you going to shatter my bones?”

“I haven't had sex in weeks.”

“Waiting for me?”

“Yes.” He kisses me deeply.

“Go as rough as you want then.”

“No.”
“I can wait.”

 

“Ah!...” I pant, “Oh…”
“You can go harder than that…”

“I don't want to hurt you.”

“Afraid you'll fuck me into another coma?”

“Elias…”

I laugh slightly.

“We need to have a discussion about why you did what you did.”

“Can you make me cum first?...”

He thrusts slowly.

I grumble, “We’re not getting far…”

“I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have.”

“You haven't hurt me.”

“Yes I have.”

“I need you to shatter my bones.”
“I don't care.”
“A good, hard fuck will make me all better.” I twist my body and grab his hair. I kiss him.

He grabs my hips, “Don't complain afterwards, you hear?.”

“I hear.”

He slams his cock in harshly.

“OH!-...” I gasp.
“Ah…!”

He fucks me hard.

“Uh! Uh… oh! Oh…!”
“Fuck!-” I gasp

“There?.”

“Yes!-”
“Fuck!...” I sound desperate.

There are people walking around outside.

“Better be quick… you don't know who's gonna need a clipboard.”

He exhales, “You enjoy this kind of thing?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“What about it?.”

“The anticipation and the adrenaline makes me a horny mess.”

“Why?.”
“What's so appealing about someone seeing you like this?”

“I just like seeing their shocked faces.”

“You've been caught before?”

“A few…”
“Some of the best sex I've had.”

I hear him sigh, “No one's going to catch us.”

“What if I moan louder?”

“Elias…”

“Fuck me.”

He slams his cock in harder.

I moan louder.

“Elias.” His voice is steady.

“Cum inside.”

He grips my hips tighter. I hear his laboured breathing.

“You're praying for someone to walk in, aren't you?.”

“I'm not religious, Aspen.”
“But kinda”
“So you better hurry…”

“Why?.”

“You're fucking someone who just got out of a coma… that won't look good on you, will it?.”

He scoffs a pitiful laugh, “Why am I being punished?.”

“It looked like you still had some influence over decisions made. You could have stopped them from killing Luke.”

“Well you're wrong.”
“I'm not affiliated with them anymore. I have no say.” He thrusts harder.

“That bitch listened to you!...” My voice is strained.

“Doesn't mean I'm still involved.” His voice has grit. He grabs my hair and yanks my head up. He thrusts into my organs.

“Tell me!-” My voice is breathless and strained. I pant.
“Geez… shit…” I inhale.

“What.”

“Why!-”
“Why was… Luke seeing a drug de…” I trail off… “dealer!-...” I blurt out.

“I don't know.”
“But what I do know-...” He breathes.
He breathes down my neck. “When I was in position… the organisation was thinking of making drugs. High end… hydrophilic drugs.”

He hisses an inhale.

I feel sick. He's thrusting so deep…

“When I left…” His voice is husky, “They changed it to illicit psychoactive drugs.”
“Under the supervision of Killian…”

“And he obviously got involved with some manufacturer, and skimped some dealer into the mix… just so happens to be your little mentor’s sex slave.”

I groan.
“How many people have you killed?.”

“I can't answer that.”

“Can't or won't?.”
“Is this all catching up to your psyche, mafioso?. It fucking should!.”

“I've killed more times than your little brain can comprehend.”

“Don't patronise me.”

“I signed an omerta. You better not utter a word. You hear?.”

“Our air stays in this closet. You have my word...”
“What's an omerta–”

He thrusts consistently.
“Put your hands on the wall.”

I shutter.
“Yeah” My voice shivers.

I hiss an inhale. “You think I can cum on these boxes?.”
“You think they'd care?...”

“They know to keep their mouths shut.”

“Is that a yes, master?”

THRUST

I gasp. “Shitt!...”

I feel him cum inside me. I can almost taste it.

I breathe, I came on those boxes… “You like that?.”

“Clean yourself up.”

“You're just gonna leave a poor comatose patient alone like this?”

“You told me not to patronise you.” He wipes his cock with a towel and zips himself up. He leaves.

I feel his cum leak and drip down my legs.

Chapter 15: Cain & Abel 2.0

Notes:

Links I visited during this chapter

 

https://youtu.be/JmiARS9TIj8?si=T0LQerRDboCyKyql

https://youtu.be/pUIiq9Yzltg?si=bv9Gemivm-2XX1qX

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cain_and_Abel

https://www.google.com/search?q=what+chapter+was+cain+and+abel&client=ms-android-motorola-

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/schizophrenia/symptoms-causes/syc-20354443

“You made painkillers?.”

“When I was in power, yes.”

“And then it changed to psychedelic drugs.”

“Correct.”

“Why?”

“Killian wanted something different.”
“And he now had the power to make it.”

“Why did you make painkillers?. You could've made a lot more profit from illicit drugs.”
“That's what your kind of people lean towards isn't it?.”

He leans back, getting comfortable.

“Gang members… I meant-...”

He smiles slightly, closing his eyes for a moment to nod.
He inhales a sharp breath.

Ryan eyes him anxiously.

“Where's Ezra?.”

“Ah!- he's asleep.” He's quick to answer. He sits up immediately.

“Are you afraid of me, Ryan?”

“No…?”

“You're always jumpy when I talk to you.”

He exhales a shaky breath, “I like him, and that means getting your respect.”

I laugh wholeheartedly.
“Awh…” I exhale, “You don't even know his middle name.”

“Well…”

“What's his favourite food?”

“Instant noodles.”

“Colour?”

“Ah…- Orange.”

“What position does he sleep in?”

“Fetal position….- sideways.”
“He has his pillow vertical and hugs it.”

“How many pills does he take?.”

“2.”

“How many steps from the front door to his bathroom cabinet?.”

“19 steps.”

“How long until his pills start to kick in?”

“...2 mi–”

“Wrong.”
“It takes days for the effects to start to kick in.”
“I've been trying to get the doctors to give him a better prescription but they don't fucking budge.”

He looks guilty.

I stare at him, he's doing everything to avoid me

“Do you know what Genesis is?.”

He breathes and looks up

“Sorry… am I boring you?.”

“No!.”
“No…”
“Sorry- I wasn't-...”

“Genesis, chapter four.”
“Cain and Abel.”
“You know that.”

He nods unconvincingly.

“Cain kills his younger brother out of a jealous trance, inditing God to punish Cain for his unruly cruelty.”

I clench my jaw, “Do you know how many years I spent isolating myself because I was terrified that I was going to create another Cain and Abel story?...”
“I was convinced that I wouldn't be able to see through my blinded self control when someday… he would push me too far and I would kill him in a fit of unbridled rage.”

“You have no idea how much Ezra means to me.”

I inhale, “And so help me God- if you ever… and I mean this with my entire being… If he ever comes knocking on my door, sobbing his eyes out because you couldn't stop to think for a second… I will not show mercy on your soul.”
“Are we in an agreement?.”

He nods.

“You're going to do extensive research about his medical history… his medicine… types of medication that would help him better.”

“You're going to know him better than he knows himself. You will not leave him when he loses himself, you will not raise your voice, you will not threaten him in any way, you will leave the room to cool off when he gets too much.”
“You will be a thing of stability. Do I make myself clear?.”

“Yes.” His voice catches.

“Are you stable, Ryan?.”

“I am.”

“In every aspect?. Physically, mentally, sexually, spiritually.”

“Yes.”

“He's stubborn, vindictive and an asshole. Going forward, after what you've seen in these last couple days of his condition… I need to know that you will not leave him.”

“I won't–”

“I don't believe you.”

A moment of annoyance flashes across his face, “I will not.”

“I don't believe you.”
“He's unpredictable, he thinks he can do everything himself, he will push you away, he will deny assistance, he opposes authority, he doesn't take kindly being told no, he appreciates affirmation, he appreciates effort and adaptability.”
“I need to know that you can be adaptable.”

“I am!--”

“How did you convince him to let me go through surgery?”
“You obviously lied.”
“How can I be sure you won't lie to him about other things?.”

He doesn't speak.

I lean back. Aspen's sitting there patiently,
“Tell me about the organisation.”

I hear him inhale a sharp breath, he stands up abruptly.
“I don't appreciate being interrogated–”

“GET OUT.” I shriek.

He flinches. He purses his lips but eventually does. He doesn't say a word.

Aspen looks at me, judging slightly,
“What was that about?”

“I just needed a good scream…”
“He'll go to Ezra’s hospital bed and think hard about what he wants to do…”
“Date an unpredictable time bomb or run for the hills.”

“You think Ezra’s an unpredictable time bomb?”

I inhale, “He's sweet and charming… I saw him curl into this disease way too early and I supported him way too late.”
“It's my fault. I didn't help him sooner… so I'll be fucking damned if I let some guy who's only here for an easy fuck to ruin that sweet and charming.”

I see him smile slightly. He nods, “Well…”
“If it's any consolation… I've been friends with Ryan since we were kids.”
“I promise you… he's not the type to go for an easy fuck- hell, I'm not sure he's even capable of doing anything like that.”

He looks at me, “He lived with his Aunt. His parents died in a car crash when he was 5.”
“Miraculously, he survived- his mother shielded him from the impact.”

He breathes, “His Aunt experienced severe delusions and psychosis.”
“That's why he's so good at lying. He had to so his Aunt wouldn't dive deeper into her delusions and possibly try to harm herself or him.”

He inhales, “Seeing Ezra like that… must have brought back some suppressed memories and reminded him of his Aunt.”
“He would constantly put all the blame on himself when she did anything- that caused him to be severely ridiculed and terrorised by neighbourhood kids and the adults.”

“Ryan is a pure saint, I can assure you.”
“His whole life has been around instability.”
“I can confidently say, he will not abandon Abel.”

He stands up, “And I will not abandon Cain.” He kisses me gently.

“I understand your concerns and worries. They're justified… but maybe lay off him a little.”
“He's only known him for a few days, that isn't enough time spent to know someone.”

I smile slightly.

“You like writing, you sometimes write poetry… you are very perceptive, you prefer white wine over the others, you have a plain sense of style, you grew up with a single father, you were financially well off- you could afford a nice home in a nice, rural area…”

I inhale, “Growing up with a dad caused a rift with how you view the world… if you'd grown up with a mother, you'd be more delicate and agreeable.”

“Considering how men were raised- your father passed… which places him in the 1900’s, perhaps. Give or take- I don't know anything about time periods…”

“Even so- the societal pressures of men to be more macho and assertive were very high driven.”
“Given that, you had a difficult time adapting to everyday culture as you've been raised by a man stuck in the past...”
“You had a hard time making friends considering you adapted your father's whims- who else would you get it from?...”

“You and Ryan both had a difficult time growing up- for different reasons- but growing up ostracized made you friends.”
“You understood each other, you care for him like I care for my brother.”

“You see him as a part of yourself.”

He doesn't speak for a moment,
“How did you know how I grew up?...”

“You keep pictures. I didn't see a woman.”
“Also, your whole general vibe gives you were never loved by a woman growing up.”
“You have complete masculinity- something you wouldn't get if you grew into your formative years with a mother.”

“Did I hit the nail on the head?”

He inhales, “Do you want something to drink?.” He stands up.

“Your habit of changing the subject when the possibility of a conversation of vulnerability suggests–”

He slaps a hand on my lips, he closes his eyes to shake his head, “Quiet now.” He says, softly.

“Water, please…”

He nods and leaves.

Notes:

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Chapter 16: Anatomy of Control (1)

Notes:

Chapter title inspiration from Whispered_weaver.
The Fifth Instinct: Anatomy of Control.

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Links I visited for this chapter

 

https://www.google.com/search?q=drug+pin&oq=drug+pin&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyCQgAEEUYORiABDIKCAEQABjHAxiABDIJCAIQABgKGIAEMgcIAxAA

 

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/anatomy-control-mike-adams#:~:text=The%20primary%20control%20anatomy%20components,provides%20control%20and%20management%20over.

“Teach me how.”

“How to what?” He cracks open the lid and gently spills water into my mouth.

“Make drugs!...”
“What's the process?.”

He stares at me. He twists the cap on the bottle and sits down.
“For your brother?... Or for yourself?”

“Well… that last one is a definite bonus…”
“But who else?!.”

He leans back and looks at the ceiling.

He inhales and reaches for his blazer. He picks out a small notepad and a pen.
“Are you listening?.”

I sit up, “Yes.”

“First of all,”
“You want to know what you're making. Is it pain relief or stress relief?. What.”

“Secondly, for the controlled operation to work, you need to have set roles. Who.”

“Thirdly, Environment. Where.”

Fourthly, Frequency. You need to be monitoring the drugs nonstop, this is why you should have adequate staff.”

“Fifth- this goes in hand with the fourth- Monitoring.”
“Monitor, assess and review.”

“Sixth, Alerting. Anything goes wrong, you need to have someone there to inform you straight away.”

“Seventh, Logging. You need to be aware of inventory and what gets used and what you have left.”

I nod.
“Okay… where do I start?”

“You start by healing and resting.” He stands up and pushes me back down.

I tut.

“You can’t be a kingpin if you're recovering.” He puts his wrist to my forehead, “Go to sleep.” He sits back down.

“...What's a kingpin?...” I whisper.

He closes his eyes and smiles, he inhales, “Someone who acts in a conspiracy to manufacture and sell illicit substances.” He whispers back.

“Ah…”
“Right.”
I breathe and close my eyes.

“Kiss me goodnight, big dog.”

I hear him audibly sigh, “Don't ever call me that again,” He kisses me softly.

“Goodnight, Aspen.” I mumble, as I get comfortable and he in his chair beside me.

“Goodnight.” He whispers back.

Notes:

I genuinely think I've researched a little too much about Schizophrenia that I've subconsciously started to develop like-symptoms, if not actual...

Whether it was pre-existing and now that I've let it come to light, my brain is now shedding it's true nature, or... I've been coerced by the power of persuasion and my mind is playing tricks on me.

 

Either way, I think I'll be taking a short break to go find someone to determine what the fuck is wrong with my cranium.

I will be posting of course... Can't tear a writer from their birthright, but I'm afraid they'll be short

Chapter 17: For my younger brother, Ezra

“Good morning…” I mumble. Ezra's right beside me. He looks better.
“You look better.” My voice is raspy. I hold his face gently.

“How'd you sleep?” He asks.

I keep my hands to myself. I inhale a sharp breath and sit up. “Good.” I clear my throat.

I sip some water. Ryan's in his usual spot.
That confirms it then.

I sigh and set the bottle on the nightstand.

“They said you're allowed to walk now… for your exercise.”

“Did they?.”

He nods and stands up, “I'll help you out of bed.”

He does, he holds my hand as I step out of bed like I'm 80 years old and on life support.

 

He walks me around the building. We don't say anything. I hear Aspen and Ryan follow behind us, they don't say anything either.

I inhale and forcefully exhale.
“This is boring. Someone say something.”

“Do you want chocolate? There's a vending machine there.” Ezra points.

“You got money?”

“Yeah.”

He walks away to the vending machine, I follow behind him.

“That one.” I point to the Skittles.

I get my Skittles, “Thanks…” I give him some Skittles as compensation.

I could give him a couple of plastic toy screws to fix that head of his and he'd be content.

As long as it comes from me, he would unthinkably take it. Without another wisp of thought.

That's why I absolutely cannot fail him. My orders are absolute, and I will get what I want.

For the sake of my blood, my orders will be met. Without doubt. Without complaint.

There is no room for judgment. There is only forward.

 

For my younger brother, Ezra.

Notes:

Go check out vamprr's work! 'Serendipity'

It has yet to get any traction!, if you like this book, you'll most likely like theirs too.

 

Go read theirs whilst I figure out my existential crisis ⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)

Chapter 18: I am my brother's keeper

Summary:

This chapter I inspired by a poem I read on Pinterest!

'Mija, go serve your brother' I believe. If anyone happens to see it, send the link in the comments 🥲

Found it.
https://pin.it/5Ld180hEh

“Go help your sister with her homework.”

“Go wash the dishes.”

“Find the wrench. It's in the garage.”

“Take the dog for a walk.”

“Change the cat's litter.”

“Your sister’s being crazy again. Go sort it.”

“Tuck your sister into bed, I'm too tired.”

 

“Go cook dinner, I'm too tired.”

“Go help your sister with homework.”

“My beautiful girl… you know she cut her hair?... I'm so embarrassed to show my face at church!”

“Your sister's being crazy again. Go sort it.”

“Don't you dare talk back to me!.”

“You’ll have to walk to school, I have an appointment at the salon.”

“Your sister's going around calling herself Ezra… Go talk to her.”

“Go help your father with the car.”

“Your sister is clearly going through something. It's obviously a phase. Leave it alone. She's experimenting or whatever. She'll snap out of it soon.”

“The teachers at school said your sister's been acting out. Go sort it.”

“I could just hit you, Elias! You were supposed to talk to her!”

“Carry those groceries in and put them away, I'm too tired.”

“You'll have to cook dinner for you and your sister tonight, me and your mother are going out.”

“You live under my roof!- you will do as I say.”

“I thought you sorted it! Your sister just got expelled!- Go talk to her!.”

“Your sister is so unruly… I don't know what I'm going to do with her.”

“She's your responsibility, Elias. You're her older brother, you need to set a good example.”

“Go help your sister.”

“Go help your sister.”

“Go help your brother.”

“Go help your brother.”

 

“They said you can be discharged soon!”

“Yeah?”
“That'll be nice. Are you gonna take me to a restaurant as a celebration?”

He nods, confidently.

I wipe his eyes gently.
“Did you just wake up?”

“No.” He leans into my hands slightly. He inhales, “I've been up for a while.” He leans back. I drop my hands.

Ryan nods in confirmation.

“Good.” I whisper.

I wipe my own eyes.
“Take me for a walk, Ezra.”

He's quick to his feet. He helps me out of bed.

Aspen stands up too. He's been quiet.

Ezra talks about his day and about the kitten he saw out of the window earlier.
He starts blabbering about some internet trend he keeps seeing.
He jumps from topic to topic if they have a connection.

“KitKat.” I give him change and he goes and gets me a KitKat from the vending machine.

I give him half and I eat mine.

“I'll talk to the nurses about an early release.” Aspen speaks finally.

I nod.

 

His hands all over my body, memorising every curve and scar.
He doesn't talk about them, he doesn't look at all phased. He kisses me like he has all the time in the world.

He's so gentle.

“Go harder.”

“No” He says softly and continues kissing me.

His bed is just as comfortable as I remember it. It reeks of his cologne.

He stops kissing me and just stares at me.

I hold his head and try to kiss him again. I smile awkwardly,
“What're you doing?--” He hugs me tightly.

He inhales a deep breath.

“Ay!--”

“Quiet.”

I grip onto the back of his shirt and press myself onto him.

“Do you know what happened to the library?”

“It's being upkept by some friends of mine, don't worry.”

“Meredith…”

“They say she's fond of them.”
“She asks for you alot.”

I press my face into his shoulder and cry. I sob.

“It’s alright…” He says so soothingly. Scratching my scalp gently.

I inhale a sob. I grip the fabric tighter.

He listens to me sob. He doesn't change anything about his position, his nails never stop scratching, he doesn't tell me to stop, he doesn't move a muscle.

I wipe my running nose.

“Use my shirt. It needs washing anyway.”

I wail some more, using his nicely ironed shirt as a tissue.

“Sorry…” My voice whines slightly.

“Cry.”

I can't stop the tears. No matter how much I try not to. I haven't sobbed like this in years… not since I was a kid, when I was still allowed to.

I am not selfish. I deserve to cry.
I keep telling myself, but I still feel guilty.

Chapter 19: It didn't happen

I desperately try to wipe the blood from my boxers, crying hysterically.

I call my brother because I don't know what to do. I didn't bring an extra pair. My period wasn't supposed to come this early. What do I do?... I'm screwed!

I hear the bathroom door slam open a few minutes after the call ends.

“Ez?” I hear his soothing voice.

I'm crying.

I hear the bathroom stall beside me lock shut. A pair of boxers slide from the stall. “Wear those.” I hear the door unlock and the bathroom door close.

I don't ask where he got them from. He wouldn't have answered anyway.

I wrap my blood-soaked underwear with copious amounts of tissue and stuff it into my bag. Ashamed.

I walk out. They're a little baggy, but they stay.

I don't see my brother for the whole day. Not until we get home. The dishes are done, the stove is spotless, the tomato stains on the cabinets are gone finally.

“Where's mum?” I ask.

I don't notice the slight twitch of annoyance in his face. I don’t hear his exasperated sigh.
“I don't know.” I don't hear the tired in his voice.

“What's for dinner?”

I don't see the tightening of his jaw, or how tightly he shuts his eyes. “I don't know.” I don't hear the slight irritation growing in his voice.

"Mum didn't get groceries this week." I don't hear that.

“I want cereal.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because there's only enough for one more bowl and I want it.”

I open the fridge, “But there's only soup!...”

He changed his mind and lets me have cereal for dinner.
I don't notice how annoyed he looks when I take the first bite.
I don't notice how he storms into his room.
I don't notice how he intentionally meant to slam the door.

 

I don't notice how late my parents get home.
I don't smell the alcohol on their breath.

I don't feel Elias guiding me from the stairs to my bed.
I don't hear Elias telling me to sleep tight.
I don't notice how he closes my door fully.

I don't hear Elias shouting at them.
I don't see my mother slap him.
I don't notice how Elias bats his eyes, trying not to cry.
I don't see my parents passing out on the sofa.

I don't see Elias checking up on me.
I don't notice the big red mark on his face.
I don't see Elias picking up my teddy and puts it back into my arms after it rolled off the bed.

 

I didn't see
I didn't hear
I didn't notice
I didn't smell

Because it didn't happen

Notes:

Can you tell I have ideas that aren't the fucking plot (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Chapter 20: Filler Chapter

Summary:

Outdoor sex/forest sex

Notes:

I do not recommend fucking in public. Doesn't matter if everyone's asleep.

“Master…!” I can't breathe

“Does it hurt?”

I nod.
“Please” I’m panting like a dog.

He sits on a bench, I kneel on top of him.
“Turn around.” I sit on his lap. He slides his hand up the coat, and punches the clamps. I gasp.

“Master!...”

“There are people sleeping, pet. You wanna wake them?”
“Hm?”

I gasp little breaths.

I feel his hand slide down and jerk me off suddenly whilst pinching my swollen nipples.

I can't stop myself from moaning.
“Ah!- ah!” I keep flinching.

I flinch and jerk my hips. I feel my master's cock harden against my ass.

“Please!” I whine.

He rubs my nipples. I moan loudly. “OH!... Oh… FUCK!”
He still rubs them. He yanks the beads out of my hole and replaces it with his thick cock.

“Fuck yourself, pet.”

He unbuttons my coat and my naked body is on display. I cum thick loads.

I bounce on my master's cock. The nipple clamps chime with every thrust.

He pinches them again and pulls them. I fuck myself faster.

He grabs my hips and slams me down harder. Our skin slaps loudly.

I love getting fucked by my master. He feels so good.

 

“I didn't say you could cum.” He spanks my ass rough. I gasp. I feel my cock drip.

“I'm sorry!--”

He spanks me harder.

“I'm sorry!- sorry…!” I whine.

Harder.

I gasp and cum.
“Master!--”

Harder…
Harder
So hard…
I'm so fucking horny

“Keep apologising.”

“I'm sorry!--”

Spank!
I yelp. “Mhh!- sorry!--”

SPANK!

“Fuck! Yuss!... Please!- I'm sorry!”

I feel his hot breath on my neck. He bites down hard.

I moan and cum again.

I'm shaking.

He spanks me harder, my knees buckle.
“You came without permission again.”

“I'm so sorry!-”
“Master!--”

SPANK!

I gasp. I'm panting. “I'm sorry!”

He switches his hand. My left ass gets some love.

I hiss an inhale.
“It feels good, master!--”

“Yeah?”

I nod pathetically.

“Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes…!”

He jerks me off, “Don't you dare.” He slams his cock inside my used hole. He flicks my nipples continuously.
“Don't cum, pet.”

“Fuck!...” I sob.

“Do you want to disobey your master?”

I shake my head, “Please!”

“You can't hold it in, can't you, pet?”

I shake my head, “Master!” I whine.

“Don't cum.”

He thrusts his cock and his hand rougher. He pinches and yanks my nipples.

“Please!” I'm so close!... I'm so desperate.
I'm panting. “Master!!” I sob again.

He caresses my slit. I cum instantly. My moans are so lewd and loud.

My knees buckle, he lets me fall to my knees.

“Lay on your stomach.”

I crawl to a tree stump and lay on my stomach, I arch my back. My cock is dripping on the bark.

He spanks my ass so hard it winds me.
“Your master gave you direct orders not to cum.”

My cock is rubbing against the tree. It's so rough…
It's rubbing against my sore nipples too.

“What do you say?.”

“I won't disobey again! I promise!...” It hurts!
“You make me feel so good!” I whine.

Harder.

He doesn't listen to my pleas.

I'm sobbing and drooling. My cock is trembling against the stump. My ass is so sore, it's numb.

“Lift your ass up more.”

I stand on my toes and lift my ass up more. I feel him get behind me and he fucks me rough.

My cock is rubbing against the tree so fast…

I can't control the sounds coming out of my mouth.
I think I might pass out. If I cum again.

“Master!...” I gasp.
“Fuck!- KitKat!” I sob.
“Please!” I'm sobbing.

He stops. He puts his hand on my forehead. He lifts me up slowly.
“What is it?”

“I feel lightheaded…”

“Okay.”
“Relax. I've got you, I promise.” He holds onto me and puts the coat back on me. He lifts me up and carries me home.

 

He carefully, ever so slowly takes the nipple clamps off of my nipples.

He wipes my body with a wet hand towel. He doesn't touch my cock.

“Thank you for using the safeword.” He kisses me gently.

“Sleep with me.”

He slowly puts underwear on me. He nods and gets changed himself. He gets into bed with me.
He kisses me again.

“Did I go too far?”

I shake my head, “I just came too much…”

He nods slightly.
“Are you hungry?”

I shake my head,
“You were perfect.” I grab my hair and kiss him deeper.
I slam him onto his back and I straddle him.

“Elias.” He's stern.

“Can I not suck my master's cock?”

“You're still lightheaded. I can tell. Lay back down.”

“I'll be fine once I have your cum inside me.” I kiss him. He doesn't object.

“If I see you sway, you're stopping.”

“Mh.” My lips are already around his hardened cock. I rub the base with my fist whilst my lips kiss his tip.

“Elias...” His voice isn't as stern.

My mouth is filled with saliva. He's so delicious.

I kiss his tip and suck. I slowly begin to suck more. And more… I still thrust my hand.

I hear him breathe heavier.

I bring my lips up to his tip and back down again, teasingly slow.

My ass is still fucking sore so I ruin his big orgasm.

I crawl to him and kiss him. “Good night, big dog.” I slip under the covers and get comfortable.

I hear him exhale.
“Fine. Then you'll just have to listen.” I hear him jerk off.
I hear his uneven breathing.
“Elias…” He says, teasingly.

“My ass hurts!.” I mumble.

“You came without your master's permission, Pet…”

“I’m very sorry.” I grumble.

“Finish what you started.”
“Come jerk your master's cock.”

“You seem capable.”

He slaps my ass through the sheets, I gasp.

“Finish what you started, Elias.”

I kneel on top of himself and slam his cock inside me.

“Elias.” He's stern again.

“I'll pull out and use my hand if it gets too much.” I pound my hole on his cock.

He pinches my nipples.
I gasp and grab his shirt.

“The faster you fuck yourself, the harder I'll abuse your nipples, pet.” There he is.

I grab his hair and fuck myself rougher.

“Such a freak…” He kisses my neck. He twits them to the pain I can't speak.

I can't only pathetically pant.

I fuck his cock to oblivion.

“Looks like we’re going to sleep in the guest bedroom tonight…” He whispers.

Notes:

I wrote this half asleep, you can tell where I started nodding off LMAO.

 

I've been seeing a lot of AI created works nowadays unwillingly, so I will not be polishing my chapters. You will get them raw 🤨🤨🤨

Chapter 21: Say it back.

“What's the first step?.”

“You need the place and the people.”

“Right…”

“Elias.”

“Hm?”

“I've been offered a place back on the throne.”

“You wanna be a mob boss again?”

“I wanted to ask you first.”

“Why?”

“Because this affects you too.”

“What?”

“You're someone I love and they will use that if I betray the organisation.”

“They'll kill me?”

“If I become the boss again, rivaling organisations might kidnap you for ransom.”

“Oh”
“Okay”

“Okay?” He reiterates, confused.
“You’re okay with getting kidnapped?”

“I know you'll find me.”
“Plus, they wouldn't kill me- they need me to manipulate you.”
“What good am I dead unless you're also dead”

He stares at me.

“This is also a conversation you need to have with Ryan.”
“Also, tell him to fuck out of the organisation if he's dating Ezra.”

“He can't leave, Elias.”
“This is something you're bound to for life.”

“Okay.”

“Elias…” He sighs.
“Organisations care about the boss, they don't care about the underlings. Your brother will be fine.”

“No!. I can't risk that.”
“You know how many years I spent?. I'm not letting my hard work go to waste.”
“If Ezra dies, I'm dead before his body hits the ground.”

“Nothing I say will change your mind?”

“Nothing.”

He inhales.

“If you've been offered a job back, why did those two men who barged in when he met call you their boss?.”

He shrugs, “I guess I'm just a better leader.”

“Do you want to be a boss again?”

“I can protect you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I don't care.”

I Inhale,
“If you're going to be king, you're going to do everything in your power to ensure Ezra is protected. I don't care about me, I want to know he will be unharmed with whatever rivalry you got going on.”

“You have my word. I promise.” He holds my face and I grip his hair, he kisses me.

Our kiss gets cut short, some guy just jumped on Aspen. He flings his arms around his neck.

“You're back?!.” He gawks.

“Yes.” He sighs.

He jumps down and bows at me and sprints off.

“Do they always do that?...”

“Yes.” He rubs his nose bridge.

He stares at me. He smiles so softly. He hugs me tightly.

I tap his biceps, “Alright…” I mutter.

“No one is touching you, Elias.” He sounds serious.

“Teach me how use a gun or something.”

“There's no need. I will do everything for you.”

“What if you aren't there?”

“I'm not leaving your side.”

“I can get pretty annoying…”

“I will not leave you.”

“I have a habit of telling people what to do. It'll get annoying.”

“I'll do whatever you ask me to.”

I tut–

“Why are you finding excuses?” He leans back and stares at me.

“I'm just warning you.”

“Tell me now that you don't want this.”
“You still have time to leave.”

“I'm scared.” I mutter.

“So am I. But I promise- I promise you, you will never get a scratch on you.”
“Ezra, will never get a scratch on him.”
“I need you to trust me. Because I want to start a life with you, and I can't do that if we aren't on the same page.”

“O–”

“Go home, Elias. Go home and think about this.”

“I have!.”

“If we go in that building and you change your mind. You will tell me.”
“Because it all finalizes tomorrow. You have time.”

“Okay.”

He holds my hand gently and we walk inside.

 

“Aren't they supposed to bow, or something?...” I whisper.

“No. This isn't the Yakuza.”

I shut my stupid ass up.

“It's an actual throne. That's crazy…” I mutter.

He sits in it. He inhales, “Stand beside me.”

Yes sir

They all wait patiently.

“First order,” His voice is commanding. They all fall out of line.
“This is Elias, none of you have any need to speak or touch him.”
“Heard?.”

“Heard!” They all repeat back.

“Fall out.” They all collectively let out a sigh and disperse.

He lets out a sigh too.

“Having a nice time on your throne?”

He smiles slightly, “I am.” He leans over and kisses me gently.
“Are you going to be by my side forever?”

“Forever is a bit of a stretch.”

“Are you going to be by my side?”

“Hmmm…”
“I don't know yet.”

He leans back, “Okay” He doesn't sound annoyed or upset.
He uncrosses his legs and stand up, “Follow me.”

I follow him to a door, “This is Marie.” A woman sitting behind a desk looks up and puts her glasses on her head.
“Well hello, charmer. You're back, I see. Killian get himself killed?”

“Have you been living under a rock?”

She shrugs and inhales, “I couldn't give a shit, darling.”
She stands up and kisses him.

“Marie.”

She notices me, coincidentally.
“Sorry, doll.” She then kisses me too.

He sighs a disappointed breath, “This is Elias.”

“Your boyfriend?”

“Have you been given my file?”

“Yes I have. I have one more page to fill out before I have your signature.”
“Having second thoughts?”

“No”

“You're dismissed.”

He walks off.

“She can't tell you when to leave!”

“It's a bit hard to argue with the person who has your identity in their hands.”

I suck my teeth.
“Do you really wanna return?”

“I want to protect you. That's hard to do when I'm a civilian.”

“Why do you wanna protect me so badly?”

“No reason other than I love you.”

“You say that way too easily…”

“Give me a reason I shouldn't.”

“I will never say it back.”

Chapter 22: Oh so gentle

Summary:

depiction and heavy mention of rape , manipulation , coerced sex , non-consensual water sports .

“What's your name?”

“Lily.”

“No… I'm not calling you that. What's your name?.”

“Lily!.”

“Stop it.” He grabbed my face.
“Stop lying to me.”

“Ezra.”

“Ezra.” The way he said it made me feel so…

He kissed me. And I felt seen.

I felt safe in his arms.

 

He touched my body in a way I could melt into. His soft hands glided up my waist to my chest…

He kissed me sweetly.
He pressed his body into mine and groped my chest lightly at first.

“Zach!...” He was stronger than me. I hadn't taken testosterone yet and I wasn't as strong–

He pushed my body down onto the bed.

“Zach…”
“I told you–”

His muscles flexed as he held me down.

“I told you!-” I gasped, “I didn't want to have sex yet!”

“The way you look today, baby… I'm just dying. Your body looks heavenly.”
“I'll treat you so well. You'll feel so good-”
“Just! Stop fucking moving!.”

“I said!--”

He yanked my trousers off and pulled my boxers to my knees.

“I don't feel good!... We just ate!”

“I know what I'm doing. Who's the most experienced here, huh?.”
“You're the virgin. You don't know anything.”

“Zach!”

He took off his underwear and he stuck his flaccid dick into me.

“You're not even!--”

He came already…

“What've you just done?!”

He sighed.
“I needed to go”

“WHAT?!.”

He sighs a breath of relief.
“It's alright, baby. I'm hard now.” He leans in, “Just enjoy it.”

“NO!- What do you just do?! Get off me!.”

“Stop freaking out. You're having one of your episodes again.”

“No I'm not! Get it out!...”

“Just breathe, baby. You'll snap out of it.”

“I’M NOT HAVING AN EPISODE, GET IT OUT!--”

He started thrusting, “Have you taken your pills today?”
“You didn't, did you?”
“This is why you're acting crazy…”
“I told you to set an alarm on your phone.”

“I'm not crazy!...” My voice whined.

It's squelching already… it sounds so…
“Zach!”
“You weren't hard!- what the fuck did you just–”

“Just relax. I'll do all the work.”
“You don't know what you're talking about. After this, I'll make sure you've taken your pills.”
“Do I need to set an appointment with your psychiatrist again?”

“I'm not having an episode!... Stop!”

“Do you remember taking them?”
“You don't, do you?”
“This is why I'm here… you're so forgetful.”

It's true, I didn't remember taking them- but I know I wasn't having an episode. I was lucid.
But I trusted him.

I must not have taken them…

 

He keeps thrusting so hard… it hurts!

“You didn't put on a condom, did you?.”
“Zach!, what did I say?!” I'm hysterically sobbing

“Ohhhmygod!” He's annoyed. “You're fucking delusional.”
“This is why I was hesitant to date you- you're crazy.”
“I fucking did! Did you not see me roll one on?!.”

“Stop gaslighting me!.”

“You're having an episode, Ezra. Breathe with me, come on…” He held my head and lifted me to his chest.

I followed his breathing pattern, and I stopped crying.

“See?” He kissed me so softly.
“So good.”

“It hurts… you didn't lube it.”

“I did lube it, Ez.”
“Where did you put your pills? On the counter?”

I nodded.

“I'll make you feel good. Who's the expert here, hm?”

“You are- I'm sorry…!”

He nodded and kissed me again.
“It's okay.” He said so softly.
“You're okay… I still love you, Ezra.”

I breathe.

“You're not broken… I'm sorry for snapping at you, yeah?”
“I just… need more time to adjust to your… diagnosis.”

I nodded, like a lovesick fool.
“I'm sorry…!”

He nodded, “You're perfect.” He mumbled into my lips.
“Look at me.”
“I'll make sure you take your pills regularly, okay?”
“It's my fault. It's my fault you didn't take them, isn't it?”
“It's my fault you're like this. I don't want you to be like this.”

“I'm sorry!”
“I didn't mean to- I thought I did… I'm really sorry…–”

“Shh.”
“It's alright…” He coddled me.
“Please don't apologise. You know how guilty that makes me, don't you?.”

I nodded, “I'm sorry!...”

“You'll learn.”

 

-

“Are you okay?”

“Yes”
“I promise I took my pills and I'm okay.”

“I saw you take them. You did.”
“Do you feel okay?”

I nod, “I promise.”

“Okay.” He kisses me gently.
“Do you want to watch me put the condom on?”

I nod.

“Okay…” He mumbles, getting a pack and ripping it open and slowly rolling it on.
“Okay.”

“Lift your legs up, I'll loosen you a bit so it doesn't hurt,” Be holds his hand out, expectantly.

I put my ankles into his hand and with his other hand, he slowly puts his fingers in, “Tell me if it hurts, yeah?”

I nod.
He's so gentle…

“Oh!-”
“What's wrong?” He takes them out. He leans into me, "Are you okay?”

I shake my head and cover my face, “I'm okay!”
“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!... I don't know!-”

“Let's stop–”

“No!”
“I want this!. I promise I do- I'm sorry. I don't know!”
“You're so gentle…” I gasp a sob, “You're gentle…” I whine.
I gasp, “And sweet… and you don't make me feel like I'm crazy! And…” I breathe, “And you're patient… and you're nice…!”

I sniffle, “This is so stupid…!”I mumble.

“It's not stupid.” He grabs my wrists.
“Let me see your face.” His voice is soft.

“I'm embarrassed!...”

“I don't care, let me see your face.”

He looks at me, so sternly.
He holds my face, “Ezra…” He kisses me gently.
“I'll be slow, yes?”

I nod.

“You need to communicate with me, yes?”

I nod, “I promise.”

He nods, “Good.” He kisses my jaw.

He slowly puts his fingers into my hole and gently thrusts. He never takes his eyes off of me for a second.

“Stop looking at me…” I mumble.

“No.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”

I shake my head, he's gentle.
“You're good…” I exhale.

He nods, his eyes are soft, he's staring at me so…

“I'm impatient.”

“Just a bit more. It'll tear if I put it in like this.”

I huff.

“Can I jerk you off?”

I nod.

He kisses me lightly. He wraps his hand around my dick and thrusts slowly.

“Faster.”

“We’re going at my pace, okay?”

I furrow my eyebrows
“Why?.”

“Because it seems like you don't have any idea what love or calm is.”

“What?.”
“Yes I do!”

“No you don't. And I'll show you how to be loved and how to be gentle.”

I cry. “Stop saying shit like that…!”

“That's what I'm talking about.”
“You cry every time I'm gentle. You aren't used to it… but you will be.”

I sniffle, “Stop…”

“It's okay, baby… you're allowed to cry.”
“I won't ever make you cry like this, okay?.”
“I promise.”

I gasp, “How many people have you killed?”

“I can't tell you that”

“You're a gang member… how many people have you killed?.”

“Why?”

“You're gentle and sweet… but you're still dangerous.”

“You think I'm going to hurt you?”

“You're still dangerous...”

“I want you to understand, I will never hurt you.”
“Ezra, look.at me. I need you to look at me.”

He's stern. He’s staring into my eyes.

“I will never.”
“It doesn't matter how many people I've killed- if I ever do, you will punch me. Do you understand?”

“What–”

“If I ever get violent, you punch me until I'm bleeding.”
“Tell me right now. You will beat the shit out of me.” He's dead serious.

“Okay…”

“Tell me you know how to throw a punch.”

I nod.

“Do you?.”

“I think…”

“I'll teach you.”

I nod. “Okay.”

He kisses me, “You'll need to put your feelings aside and beat the shit out of me.”

“Okay!...” I'm overwhelmed.

“Okay.” He kisses me again.
“Are you ready?”

I nod.

“Don't ask me to speed up, okay?. I won't change my pace.”

“Hm.”

“Ready?” He sits up and holds my legs.

I nod.

“Tell me if it hurts, yes?.”

I nod.

“Talk to me.”

“Yes!” My voice cracks slightly.

He gently and slowly penetrates me. He exhales.

He holds my knees and lifts my legs up more, he rests them on his shoulder.
“Comfortable?”

“Wha…?”

He tilts his head sideways slightly, “Are you comfortable?”

I nod, “Yes”

He slides my hands up my shirt and holds my waist.
He looks at my body so softly. He's breathing heavily.

“You look handsome." He sounds like he genuinely means it.

He looks handsome too.

He cups my face, “We'll go take a bath after, yes?”

I nod.

“Speak.”

“Yes…!”

He kisses me gently.

Chapter 23: Jane Austen: Persuasion.

Notes:

Links I visited for this chapter

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Austen

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persuasion_(novel)

“You wanna repeat that?.”

“I said I will never say it back. I can't say it.”

“Because you think you aren't deserving?--”

“BECAUSE I CAN’T FUCKING SAY IT!.”

He stares at me.
He inhales, “Alright.” He says calmly.
“It's okay.”
“I can wait.”

“Don't bother.”
“I won't give you false hope.”

“Elias.”

“What? Are you angry?”

“No.”

“I can see it on your face. You're pissed off I won't say it back.”

“Fix your attitude.”

“I'm sure you have an empty room you can fix me yourself in.”

He laughs slightly. He grabs my arm and pulls me along.

He might be nice and patient, but he's still a gang leader who took his position back almost instantaneously.
He could do serious damage if I seriously pissed him off. His muscles are bulging out of his skin.

He is still dangerous.

 

He shoves me in a small room, “What's your obsession with small closets, big d–”

He cuts me off by kissing me intensely.
“Shut up. I'm fixing you.”

His body is silhouetted, he looks so scary.

A dark, empty small closet. Perfect for a good- fixing.

He kisses me until I'm so horny I can't take any of this teasing.
He puts his hands up my shirt.

“What’re you waiting for?!.”

“You're going to learn what patience is.”

“Let it slide!”

“Stop whining. You can wait.”

I scoff, “Is this my punishment for not saying it back?--”

“I don't care!.”
“I don't care that you can't say it back, Elias.”

Yeah you do
“Sure.”

He scowls. He kisses me more. His hands kiss every inch of my skin.

His fingers glide against my skin like they own it, I'm sure I'd let him if he asked.

My fingers grab his hair, he isn't leaving.
“Just fucking fuck me.”
“Don't torture yourself too.”

He exhales, but it sounds more like growl.

He grabs my knee and holds it up, he switches and grips the back of my knee, yanking it to my chest.

“Ugh!”
“What the fuck is this position?!-”
“You're gonna break my damn leg!”

“You'll get used to it fast, I'm sure.” He holds it up high, I'm standing on my toes.

“Fucking bastard!...” I grumble.

He presses his body onto mine and slightly rubs our cocks together. Still damn clothed.

“Didn't think this through, did you?.”

“Who said I’d fuck you?”

“You will.”

“Just because you can't control yourself?”

“You always give in.”

He doesn't answer, he just keeps kissing me.

He unbuttons my trousers and lifts my shirt over my nipples.

“See?...” I'm breathing heavily.

“See what?.” He squeezes my nipples.

“You can't help yourself!”

“I'm not fucking you, Elias.”

“Yeah. What's this, then?!.”

“I'm going to get you so riled up and then I'm going to strip you naked and walk out.”

“Bullshit. You have no self control.”

He kisses me. He pulls my trousers off.

“Fucking…”

He unzips and slings out his cock.
He slams my wrists above my head and teases my hole on top of my underwear

“Fuckin’ asshole…” I grumble.

“So pent up… and then I'm going to leave you to sort yourself out.” He keeps rubbing himself on mine.

“What about you?.”

“I'm not as horny as you.”

I laugh, “As if!”
“You're just as hard.”

“Then watch me.” He lets go of my leg and rubs himself.
He has a strong grip on my wrists.

“Let go!...”

“No.”
“Learn how to control yourself.”

“Oh! Pisssss oooooff!”

He's heavily amused.

“I'm glad you're having fun.”

“I am.” He kisses me.
A
He cums all over my fucking underwear.

“Bitch! Clean this shit up.”

“You're dripping already.”

“Bastard.”
“Clean it!”

“You clean it.” He dresses himself back up and yanks down my underwear.

He leaves. Just like he said he would. He doesn't close the door either.

I'm gonna fucking kill him.

I slide down on my ass and jerk off.

Someone walks past a moment later.

“Wanna keep watching or are you gonna fuck off?.”

He keeps walking.

I don't have time for this voyeur shit.

“At least close the door.”

“Come do it for me.”

He's pretty. He closes the door.

“You're dating the boss, aren't you?.”

“Then don't tell him.”

He has a sly smile on his face. He crouches down and grabs my cock.

He thrusts it rough.

“Stick your dick in me.” His voice is nice.

I grab his throat and slam him onto his back.

“Take your clothes off.”

I thrust inside him.

He grunts. “Whats sex like with him?”

“He's a mouthful.”

He laughs lightly, “I bet. How big is he?”

“Don't be a slut.” I hold his hips and thrust rough.

“What if he comes back?”

“Then he'll kill you.”

He laughs.
“Better be quick.”

“I'm sure.”

 

He discreetly waddles out, zipping himself up.

 

I find Aspen in a library.

The old man’s got his reading glasses on a chain.

“What’re you reading?.”

“Jane Austen.”

“Boring.”

“Persuasion. It's a good book.”

“I don't read books. I wait for the movie adaptation.”

“Of course.”
“There have been a few adaptations on the book, we could watch one together.”

“Hmmmm…”
“No”
“There are more important things to do than watching movies.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno. Cleaning.”

“Cleaning.” He reiterates.

“Yeah. Or I dunno, have a drink” I laugh. He doesn't find it funny.

“God forbid you spend some time for yourself.” He mumbles, opening his book.

I tut. “I do a lot of things for myself!”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“So nothing you do is a direct reflection of your childhood?.”

“What the fuck are you on about?.”

He sighs and puts his reading glasses on.

“You look stupid with those on, by the way.” I grumble and walk away.

 

Where's that slut?.

Chapter 24: Anatomy of Control (2)

Notes:

Links I used for this chapter:

 

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_psychotropic_medications

https://www.google.com/search?q=list+of+psychotropic+drugs&oq=list+of+psycho&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUqBwgCEAAYgAQyBggAEEUYOTIHCAEQ

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychoactive_drug

 

https://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/types-of-mental-health-problems/schizoaffective-disorder/symptoms/

https://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/drugs-and-treatments/lithium-and-other-mood-stabilisers/about-mood-stabilisers/

“You have to be there when he takes a shower.”

“Okay–”

“No. I mean it. You either have to get in with him or sit beside it. You can't leave him.”

“Why–”

“It's an irrational fear- his brain can't differentiate between open water and a bath or a shower.”
“He thinks he'll drown.”

“What?--”

“I know- he thinks it's stupid too, but he can't switch it off. It's irrational.”

“Okay.” He sighs.
“I got it…”

“You have to be ready to catch him if he drowns.”

“Okay.”

“I'm serious. If he tells you he's drowning-, you catch him. Do I make myself clear?!.”

“You do- I know.”

“Good. I'll break both your kneecaps.”

He nods.

The rest of the henchmen sit in silence.

I pull my chair in more.
“I want to talk about the production. How does this work?”

They all look at Aspen.

“I didn't say you could look at him. Look at me when you're speaking to me.”

One of them clears his throat.

“Look at him.” Aspen reiterates sternly.

“Um… well” One of the more senior henchmen starts,
“It's a tedious process, but it isn't difficult.”
“We have a business- a pharmaceutical clinic that manufacturers make those drugs for and ship them to us.”

“Is it a legitimate business?”

“Yes. We have many connections regarding the legality of the business, it's all legal in the eyes of the law. In their eyes, we are a legitimate clinic.”

“Cool”

He nods approvingly.

“Does the manufacturer know about the legitimacy?"

“Yes, they work directly under us, they are also a… legitimate manufacturer under the eyes of the law.”

“Right.”

“Depending on the type of drugs you want made and distributed, it costs a slight sum- typically in the thousands for those drugs to be made and shipped.”
“We’ll auction it as our front and then we can legally distribute them undisturbed.”

“Are we sure the law won't get involved if we just made one product?”

“We have a few friends on the inside- so usually no. But, just for safety we make three false drugs to even it out.”

“How would they know anyway? Are they monitoring the manufacturers?”

“Drugs are a hot commodity anyway, so there's a big chance police are lingering around regardless if they are doing anything illegal.”

I nod.

Another one sits up, “They’ll manufacture the drugs- then it'll go to the wholesalers- which can then be distributed legally.”

“What's a wholesaler?”

“They buy products in bulk which can be purchased individually or in said bulk to customers.”

“Ah.”

“Shops and businesses buy in bulk for stock.”

I nod.
“Okay”
“How fast can we make the product?”

“Depends… what kind of pills do you want made?”

“Mood stabilising antipsychotics.”

The room goes dead silent.

“Preferably psychoactive medication to treat mild schizophrenia and onset anxiety and depression disorders.”

Dead silence.

“It takes 19 hours for risperidone to flush out of your body-”
“So,”
“How fast can you make a prescription drug?”

“Uhm… it'll- uh- it'll take a few days to get everything together.”

“That's fine.”
“I suppose you could make a psychedelic drug if you really want to.”

They all sit back.
“Boss…?”

“It takes 19 hours… get on it as soon as you can.” He stands up, he taps my shoulder. I follow behind him as he walks out.

 

I huff and plop down on the bed- I miss… horrendously and slam myself onto the ground.

I grumble.

He picks me up and gently lays me on the bed.

I huff again.
“That went well.”

“Mh.”
“You surprised them”

“Yeah”
“Whatever. They're good little lap dogs- they'll make them.”

“I wouldn't call them lap dogs to their face… they might get a little snappy.”

“I'll snitch if one bites me.”

“You wanna be known as the snitch?”

“I don't really care about what underlings think.”

He smiles slightly. “Right… because you're so high and mighty.” He kisses me gently.

I nod, “I am.”

Notes:

https://mentalhealth-uk.org/help-and-information/conditions/schizophrenia/what-is-schizophrenia/

 

https://mentalhealth-uk.org/help-and-information/conditions/schizophrenia/types-of-schizophrenia/

Chapter 25: Big scary man

“Yeah?.”

“Yeah.”
“I'm fucking the boss. Of course I'm high ‘n all mighty.”

“Don't let that power get to your head.”

“You saying you ain't tempted to give some half-assed order and watch them obey like a pack of dogs?”

“No. Because I'm not immature, I take my job seriously.”

“You get paid to boss people around?”

“Technically.”

“You get paid dirty money”
“Certainly didn't get it from your daddy”

“Elias.”

“What did you get from him?”

“Nothing”

“When he died- you didn't get anything?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.”

“That seems a bit unfair, don't you think? His only son…”
“Did he cry when he found out what you do? Did he disown you?”

He sighs, “You think I got here on my own?”

“What!”
“You're a nepo baby?!”
I laugh, “Loser.”

“Not a fan of nepotism?”

“No.”
“Work your way up the food chain like everyone else.”

He's amused.

“What's a rube like you doing as a high-end fancy mob boss anyway?”
“I get it- it's a family business… but why move to the countryside if you’ve got all these dirty riches?”

He shrugs, “My dad liked cleaner air I guess.”

“Did you play with cows and sheep?”

“I did actually.”

“You lived on a farm?!” I gawk. “Lol!”

“Horses too.”

“Ew”
“Spend your childhood cleaning up muck?”

“Yes…”

“You agree you get paid dirty money.”

“Yes.”

“So you know what you’re doing is technically illegal.”

“It's not technically. It is.”

“Big scary man… you think you’re above the law, big scary man?”

He's heavily amused. He inhales and stands up, “I didn't realise I was fucking law enforcement.” He stands in front of me.

His arms are crossed and his facial features is slightly skewed due to the lighting

“So you ag–” He cuts me off by kissing me harshly.

“I agree with whatever that pretty head of yours thinks.”
“Whatever you say, I'm with you.”

Notes:

The fictitious romanticism of mafia and mob bosses ♥️😤🙏

Chapter 26: Like a whore

“How many hits do you deserve?”

“A thousand.”

“Mh… give yourself the benefit of the doubt.”
“Let's say 50?”

“You gonna hit me 50 times? You sure your old man bones can handle it?”

“Old man bones?.”

“Eh… you might get carpal tunnel.”

He's amused. “ha ha.”

I shrug,
“Rattle my bones”

“I plan on it after that little jab.” He grabs my face and kisses me

 

“Do you think master will let his little pet off his leash any time soon?”

“Does master’s pet have somewhere to be?”

“The library. I'd like to see Meredith.”

“Okay”
“I’ll let you off your leash tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes”

 

“Alright. Let's get to work.” I push my sleeves up and they stay above my elbows.

“What do you want us to do?”

“First of all, what have you been doing?.”
“Because from what I can see right now… those books- in that shelf aren't in their order. The return tray is full, there are boxes still packaged on that shelf.”
“What've you been doing this whole time?!.”

“Serving–”

“Serving?!.”
“If you wanna serve so bad- maybe go back to polishing your boss’ shoes.”

They look awkward.

“You’ve completely neglected your duties as a librarian. Maybe the piles of books you've neglected will help you jog your fucking memory as to why you were tasked with being in a fucking library in the first place.”

“If you can't do the damn job your boss gives you, then maybe you should fucking give up.”
“Running a library isn't fucking hard.”

“That was a bit harsh…” I hear Ezra’s annoying grading voice mumble.

I bite my tongue, “Move out the way.” I grumble.

I roll the return cart towards them, “Put them away.”
“You understand how to do that, right?”
“It has the genre and the number labelled on the spine… Can any of you read?”

They awkwardly and solemnly nod

“Perfect. Do it right and I won't hit you, will I?.”

“It's illegal to hit your employees nowadays.” Aspen chimes in.

“They aren't official employees, I can do what I like. Thank you.”

They awkwardly scamper away.

“Go get those boxes from the shelf behind the counter.” Ryan’s just standing there, looking stupid.

“You got it.” He’s quick to disappoint.

“Go check to see if they've fucked up our system.” I point to the computer behind the counter.

Ezra nods slightly.

“What do you want me to do?” He's smiling like an idiot.

“Nothing. Can't risk your fragile bones failing, can we? That'll be a lawsuit won't it?”
“Nope. You can sit down, can't you?.”

“I’d like to help.”

“You've done enough.”

“What?- just standing here?...”

“Exactly. Enough strenuous exercise for you today.”

He gives me the pleasure of a half-assed laugh.

He sits down but he isn't pleased about it.

 

I will admit… the place looks jetlagged, but there are a lot more customers than usual.

Meredith.

“Mere.” I help her to her usual seat, “How you been?”

“I been fine, boy.”
“Been a while, hadn't it?”

I sigh, “It certainly has- I'm sorry for leavin’ you hi’ ‘n dry.”

“You better be.”
“These new folk don't know what they’re doin’.”

I stifle a laugh, “I'm back now. You don't gotta worry about that.”

“Go get me my coffee, boy.” She slips me a 10.

 

I set it down in front of her, “Fiction as always?”

“You’re more useless than a bag o’ hair.”

I laugh, “Alright, old hag… wouldn't wanna upset that pacemaker now, would we?”

She laughs slightly, slapping my arm gently.
“Get on it, boy.”

I get her usual book

“That girl's been here everyday since you left.”

“Ah?”
“One of my marriage prospects?”

“Mh” She nods, “All ditzy and prancing around… I felt bad for her.”
“Her lover… gone in the wind.” She says, sighing dramatics

I laugh.

“You ain't really gonna take her hand, are ya?”

“No.” I laugh slightly, “No… I don't want to get married- tied down like that, ain't my thing.”

She nods, “Well- I'm sure she'll be back. Waiting for prince charming to sweep her off her feet.”

I sigh, “Yeah, I'm sure you'd love to see that.”

She puts on her reading glasses, “Get outta here, charmer. You’re blocking my light.”

I nod and walk away.

He grabs my arm, “Who's this girl?”

“This might be a more suitable conversation in a bathroom stall, don't you?”

 

“Who.”

“Some mother wants me to marry her daughter.”
“And the girl apparently likes me.”

I sigh, “Do I really need a punishment here?”
“No shame, huh?.”

“It'd be better if you didn't speak.”

“Why the hell do you have this shit in your bag?!...”

“Never know when you might misbehave.”

Tight collar around my neck with a small chain connecting to the handcuffs, I can't move.
I'm bent over beside the toilet with my head rested on it. - With the cover down. Obviously…

He's standing beside me, back to the door.

“Got a paddle too?.”

“Very funny.”

“Tsk.”

“A piece of leather doesn't deserve to touch your skin.”

“Ah… and handcuffs have the pleasure do they?.”

“Alright.” He carefully takes off the collar and the handcuffs.
He grabs both of my wrists and his hand spanks my ass raw. The spank echoes.

I squeal, “A bit lighter please… got customers out there.”

“That ever stop you?.”

I laugh, “Sorry. My brother’s out there.”

He inhales, “As you wish.”

He spanks me lightly. Infuriatingly soft.

“Fucking pedantic asshole!- Don't be a dick.”

“You said light.”

“I said light-er.”
“Not fucking feathers.”

“I can't win with you.” He spanks me hard

I tense my throat so as to not make any other loud and embarrassing noises.
“Fuck” My voice quivers.

The blood rushes to my head.

I exhale, “Like that.”

“Like that?.” He's breathing harshly too.

Again

“How classy… in a fucking stall…”

“Be quiet and take it.” Again.

“Let me suck whilst you do it.”

“You'll bite.”

“As if you'd be opposed.”

He unzip and shoves his bulging cock on my face.

I stick out my tongue for it to ravish my mouth.

“Mh…” I lift my head, “Get those cuffs.”

He obeys and now his hands are free. He yanks my head forward, he holds my jaw so I don't have to tense.

He thrusts his hips in and out. It hits the back of my mouth forcefully.

I try very slyly to coerce it down. It's annoying me how forcefully he's being with the back of my mouth.
It’s kinda hard to do so when he's hitting my ass and being beside me instead of in front…

Jesus

I use my tongue the best I can to lube the head, I swallow a few times just to get the ball rolling.

His tip slips down my throat and penetrates my oesophagus.

He audibly exhales.

Spank.

I almost choke on his cock. I squirm and my throat tenses, sliding his cock out of me and back into my mouth. He lets me breathe.

He pushes forward a little, forcing my throat open again.

“I'm going to grab your hair and force you to take it.” He leans back, his cock slings out of my mouth.

“Mh” I lick my lips.

He sits on the cover, “Kneel.”

“No more punishment?...”

“No” He says very softly.

I kneel.
He spreads his legs like a whore and grabs my hair like he said he would. He fucks my throat mercilessly.

Chapter 27: Will there be a cliff?

He kisses me. He's a good kisser

“How many people have you kissed?”

“A lot, but I assure you- none of them compare to you.” He kisses me more.

It's way past closing and the library is dimly lit. Illuminated by the street lights peering through the frosted glass.

Elias thinks I'm staying with him, well- technically I am. But…

He holds my head with his hand gently and he softly kisses the area behind my ear

“I've never kissed in public before…”

“Hardly public, Ez…” His lips graze gently on my ear. He kisses

I purse my lips, “Outside…!- I've never…” I inhale, “Kissed anyone outside.” I exhale.

He shows me his face, he nods knowingly, “You'll get used to it. I'll kiss you everywhere and so often that it becomes second nature.”

“Okay” I'm overwhelmed.

“You won't even think twice.” He kisses me again and again

He steps in slightly and my back is fully pressed against the shelf.

“Should I kneel?” I whisper.

“Are those bookshelves bolted down?”

I nod, “Yes.”

“They won't move?”

I shake my head. “Only- the… books.”

He nods.
“Then let me give you a blowjob on the reception desk.”

Jesus…

I nod. And nod…

“Hold onto me.”

He grabs the back of my thigh and lifts me up like I'm nothing. I gasp and grab the back of his neck and crash my chest into his shoulder.

I exhale softly
“Okay…”

“Hm?” He starts to walk towards the desk.

“Do I weigh anything to you?...”

“You’re like a bag of flour.”

“Clearly”

He carefully sets me down facing the chair he sits in.
He pulls it in and adjusts its height perfectly.

“Okay”
“Are you ready?”

I nod.

“Words.”

“Yes.” I unzip

He grabs my hands, “Let me do it. All you have to do is relax, okay?”

I nod

He purses his lips and looks expectantly.

I clear my throat, “Yes.”

He nods. He pulls my trousers down to my ankles and holds the backs of my thighs and tilts me up slightly.

He rests the backs of my knees on his shoulders and yanks me forward. His lips kiss and suck over the fabric of my boxers.

One hand holds my lower back, holding me up and the other holds my side, it caresses my skin and I feel his finger rub against me

His touch is warm and gentle.

I hear him mutter into the fabric.

“Hm?...”

He looks up, all starry-eyed, “You smell nice.”

“Oh.”

He smiles sweetly, “Can I spend the night at yours?”

I nod, “Want to steal my body wash?”

He nods solemnly.

“Okay” Sweet man… what did i do to deserve your grace

He stands up, I naturally fall onto my back. I sigh pathetically.

He kisses more forcefully.
He digs his face into the fabric like I'm a drug. I feel his teeth graze slightly. I try not to squeal…

My legs are trapped, I can't move them with my trousers binding them. He lifts my hips up, he's strong enough to hold my weight and more some, I don't even have to tense.

He carefully and slowly folds my underwear just ever so slightly that my cockhead perks up from the created seam

His tongue traces down my cock and rubs it against the base. He kisses and sucks gently.

Shut the front door!...

His kisses venture upwards towards the tip. He teasingly licks and kisses again and again.

“Ryan!...” I squeak.

“Mh…” His little satisfied grunt is low, like he's having a full course meal-
Oh
I'm going to explode.

I feel his fingers clamp my cock down to my skin whilst his tongue digs into the slit. I feel it subtly swirl around

He yanks my boxers to my trousers. He gently holds my erection with his fingertips. He slurps and laps his tongue around the head.

No one's paid this much attention to my cock before. I'm going to cry, explode and die at the same time

I feel copious amounts of saliva drip down my cock. He aggressively jerks my cock. His calloused hands are making it so rough

I jerk my head back, I tense my legs, I instinctively yank my legs outward but get rudely interrupted by my trousers restriction.

“Take my off…!” I whine

“I can't have your legs flailing around, can I?...”
“You can handle it.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Okay” My voice quivers.

He slams his fist down every time. And I gasp like a slut every time.

He stops. I groan a little more sensually than I imagined…

He takes his shirt off quickly. “Shirt or the belt?”

“Why'd you stop?...” I whine.

“Tell me what you’d prefer I tie your hands with.”

“Shirt…!”

“I'm going to flip you over and tie your hands behind your back and then I'm going to flip you back and slip my cock inside you until you’re too tired to speak.”

I nod, admittedly a little dazed.

“And then I'll run you a nice bath and tuck you into bed.” He gently kisses my forehead.

“Okay”

He smiles sweetly before turning me over, twisting my torso. He grabs my arms and forces them folded, he ties them tight.

Flipped over and now his cock is on full display. Its bulging veins make a pleasant appearance.

“I'm not slipping in dry. Give me a minute…” He leans in and kisses me, forcing my head into place by the ungodly grip on my hair.

I see his hand jerking quickly. He moans slightly into our messy kiss.

I sigh as he leans back. I feel a small drop of our mixed saliva drip down my lips.

He inhales and exhales steadily. He sits back down and yanks me forward again.

He licks his lips and presses his lips against my back opening.

I gasp as his hot breath reaches my skin. His tongue gently caresses the rim. He laps his tongue around it slowly.

Our hearts beat at the same rhythm, the same rhythm of his tongue- as it glides and kisses my bare skin.

Dusting away the cobwebs, I'll never see another faint string of another web again, not unless he decides he's done with trying to fix the cracks in my porcelain.

Fixing is an exhausting feat, I will not grow resentment if he decides he’s done trying.

Who am I to resent him when I've given up trying years ago? I know resentment and it will not find my beating heart again.

A new wave of frisson crashes through my veins, it jumpstarts my bones and I feel my blood rushing throughout my body.

My life is otherwise boring and unassuming, I'm not used to feeling the sudden rush of heat.

I'm losing breath just with the amount of adrenaline surging through. I'm not used to this, it feels like I'm driving in the dark and I can't see anything, there might be a cliff at the end of this road, who knows?

I fucking hope so.