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There's this swimming hole that Lee found on one of his long walks through the woods. It doesn't seem like many people know about it, hidden within a thick copse of trees. The water seems relatively clean, and Lee has spent more nights there as the weather gets warmer.

Nearby is an old cabin that looks as if it's been abandoned and Lee thinks about breaking a window to get inside, but something always stops him. Peering through the dusty window is like looking into a time capsule. Or a tomb. There's something about the place that sets his lizard brain on edge, like there's something bigger and scarier than a predator like him lurking nearby. Mostly, he leaves the place alone.

It's another balmy night and Lee pulls on a pair of cut off denim shorts and a tee, preparing to head out on his own. As he reaches for the doorknob, he pauses and pulls his phone out of his pocket to send a text to George. He feels a bit territorial over the spot and doesn't necessarily want to share, but George is exempt from that. George seems to be exempt from most of Lee's rules.

Do you want to go somewhere with me? I can be in front of your place in ten minutes.

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“You know. All the training. I can see you working it out in your head sometimes, what you want to do and what you think you should do,” Lee muses, and there is no judgment in his tone. It’s just something he’s noticed because he watches George more than anyone else. Everyone does it. It’s part of what makes humans so different from other creatures.

“Away from the burden of expectation,” Lee amends, eyes searching George’s face as his gestures vaguely around him. “Me and the trees, we don’t want anything from you except you.”

He'd misunderstood -- he'd assumed that Lee meant things, clothes and jewels, that sort of thing. The clarification makes sense, though. He doesn't have to think things through with Lee, can just be himself, whoever that is. There's freedom in it. He can't remember the last time he met someone who knew him for himself. His mother, maybe? Kit?

"I'm glad you like it," he says.

“I do seem to enjoy myself when you’re around,” Lee says dryly. “Mystery of mysteries.”

George looks so good in the firelight that Lee finds his phone again, aiming the camera at George to take a photo. He does enjoy the ability to instantly capture a memory and keep it in your pocket.

“You liked when I brought the camera out earlier,” he says casually, still looking at his phone screen as he snaps a few more photos. And then he glances at George over the top of the phone and gives him a knowing smirk. “Do you want to watch the video?”

"Will they never cease?" he says. When Lee picks up his phone, taking pictures, George has no impulse to try and hide or disguise his nakedness. He'd been sketched before, at home, so he's used to it. He makes eye contact with the camera, head tilted slightly to one side, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I did," he says, his own tone casual to match Lee's. He'd never experienced any such thing, and he'd been taken aback by the rush of shame and arousal he'd felt, at the idea of there being a permenant record of his debasement, more tangible than gossip. He bites his lip for a moment. "I don't know the answer to that question." He raises an eyebrow. "Do you want me to watch it?"

“It’s not a trick question. There’s no right answer,” Lee replies, raising an eyebrow in response to George. “You might like getting filmed but don’t necessarily want to watch it.”

George turns the question on him and Lee lets out a soft chuckle.

“More like I want to watch your face while you watch it,” he says with a grin, and then lets his expression relax a bit, rolling up onto one elbow and shrugging. “But mostly I’m just genuinely curious how you feel.”

"I don't know," he says. "I've never watched myself, so I don't know how it'll make me feel." He frowns, thinking about it for a moment. "I...think I like the idea of you watching, though? That definitely appeals."

“I’ve never watched myself either,” Lee replies, smiling to himself at the thoughtful expression on George’s face.

“Oh, I’m gonna watch the fuck out of this,” Lee assures him, swiping idly on his phone and immediately being distracted by the image that fills the screen. He’d almost forgotten that he started with just taking photos, and the one he’s looking at now puts all the dirty magazines he’s ever looked at to shame.

It’s framed perfectly, with Lee’s hips visible and his cock straining upward. George’s cheeks are hollowed around it, lips red and puffy as his dark hair falls into his face. His eyes, though. He has the prettiest fucking eyes and they’re all dark and wet as they look into the camera. It’s not only pornographic. It’s fucking beautiful and Lee would punch anyone else who dared to even glance at it.

Lee spends a long moment just looking at it, then glances over at George speculatively, dropping the phone screen down against his chest.

“Come here,” he says in a tone that’s firm and fond all at once, patting the blanket next to him and then lifting his arm so George can get underneath it. “Now.”

As it turns out, Lee is q uick study, and they both know that he's fucking powerless in the face of that tone of voice. There's a part of him that's always enjoyed being commanded and, here, there's nothing behind it, nothing to be gained or lost -- he can just let himself be led. It feels weirdly freeing. He shifts on the blanket, moving so that he's tucked alongside Lee, head on his shoulder, arm draped across him. "Like this?"

“Perfect,” Lee assures him, curling his arm around George’s shoulders and letting out a content sigh once they’re close. He lifts his hand to sweep George’s hair from his face, twisting his head to press a kiss to his forehead.

Once they’re settled, Lee lifts his phone again so that George can see the picture. He glances at it again and then lowers his head to keep his gaze on George’s face. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful.”

George's dark eyes flick over the screen, taking in the image of him with Lee's cock in his mouth. It's filthy, obscene, but there is definitely beauty in it, too, and he feels his cock twitch in response. He swallows, nodding, his cheek rubbing against Lee's chest.

“These are just for us,” Lee murmurs as he slowly swipes through the photos. It probably goes without saying, but he wants George to know that Lee wouldn’t ever share these with anyone else.

“We’ll watch it together,” he says as he swipes to the video. Lee’s surprised by the sound of his own voice, but mostly he focuses on George. Him on the screen, him in Lee’s arms, the scent of him all over Lee’s things. It’s overwhelming but he never wants it to stop.

Soon enough, he only listens to the video and stares down at George’s face as best he can from this angle. Once it ends, Lee sets the phone aside and slides his hand down George’s back, gripping his ass and squeezing. “Tell me how that made you feel.”

In the moment, he'd imagined how he might look, but the reality is...overwhelming. George watches the video, the way that the camera focuses in on his face, his dark eyes and swollen lips. The way he sticks out his tongue, despite faint protestations. His flushed, hard cock.

Its humiliating. It's beautiful.

"Hot," he says, shifting slightly see he can look Lee in the face. "It's...degrading but..." He swallows. "I felt it in my cock."

“Okay,” Lee says simply, nodding to himself. He’s new to all of this, all the extra layers to it. He’s used to sex being one thing. With George, it’s a whole new world.

“I can use that. I can degrade you during,” Lee says thoughtfully, swallowing hard and reaching out to touch George’s face. “But it’s just in the moment, right? You— I mean. You have to know that I think the world of you.”

"I'm starting to realise that," says George, turning his head to press a kiss to the heel of Lee's hand. "And I wouldn't need or want it every time but..." He frowns, searching for the words he wants. "Everything in my life has been so calculated for so long. It feels good to be entirely helpless in your hand. To just.... relent and take what I'm given."

“Good, because sometimes I’m gonna want to just fuck you,” Lee says with a smile, watching George closely as he speaks.

“I get it,” Lee says sincerely. He’s had control over so little in his life, despite his best efforts. Having complete control over such a stunning creature makes him feel good in a way that he’s never really experienced. It works for both of them.

Lee is pretty high, which is perhaps what makes talking like this seem easy. They lay there for a moment and then Lee shifts away so he can pull himself into a sitting position, crossing his legs loosely and then gesturing for George with a crook of his finger.

“Come here,” he commands calmly. “Lay on your belly across my lap.”

Still lying on the blanket, George looks at him for a long moment before he moves. He gets up onto his knees first and then, with as much grace and poise as he can muster, drapes himself across Lee'sal as instructed.

“Good boy,” he says with a smirk in his voice. That one probably works better on him, but George still might appreciate it. “Relax.”

For a few moments, he simply sweeps his hands up and down George’s back, outlining lean muscles. He can feel George’s cock against his thigh, already getting hard again. Lee feels a little out of his depth, but eager.

“You like it when it hurts,” Lee says rhetorically, because that much is obvious. “I— there’s a part of me that likes hurting people. I’m not proud of it.”

It’s the closest he’s ever come to admitting what he is. He gets a rush from causing pain, thanks to the monster inside of him. This seems like it could be something of an outlet, a way to channel that need into something beautiful.

“But you like it,” he says again, slow and drawled from the drugs. He sounds like he’s in awe.

Lee slides his hand down to George’s ass, squeezing before suddenly drawing his hand back and slapping George’s ass harder than he’s ever dared before. The sound of it is shocking in the quiet of the night, and Lee blinks as some birds flee from an overhead tree.

Generally not keen on being called boy in any context, he feels warmth sink through him when Lee does it. He can imagine what's going to happen, but he still lets our an undignified, startled yelp when Lee slaps his arse that hard with the flat of his hand. He's never been spanked like this before, not in this position, and he feels his face start to heat.

"Yes," he says. "I like it. Especially when it's you."

Lee’s nostrils flare at the reaction, eyes going dark. George flails like a pinned creature but makes no effort to get away. Lee feels a little like a cat toying with a mouse, but the mouse is into it.

“But you know that I’d never actually hurt you, right?” Lee asks, sounding almost desperate. “I couldn’t ever actually hurt you. Not you.”

He gives George’s ass another slap, looking down at his skin. He’s illuminated by firelight and the moon, silver and gold, and Lee is suddenly so aroused that he feels a little dizzy.

“But I can treat you like a whore,” he adds in a harsher voice, spanking him again. “Tell me that’s what you want.”

"I know that," says George, twisting so that he can look up at Lee. "Of course I know that." He makes a soft dive, almost grunt, at the impact of every slap. His arse is starting to sting already. His cock is almost fully hard.

"I want you to treat me like a whore."

Lee relaxes at the reassurance and takes a steadying breath, telling himself to focus only on the task at hand. George looking at him helps with this. He’s flushed and beautiful, mouth puffy and eyes wide and trusting. That sight along is more intoxicating than anything he could smoke.

“Good,” he breathes out, lifting his other hand to roughly grab George’s chin before he can turn away, holding him firmly. His head tilts slightly as he searches George’s face, then holds eye contact with him while spanking him again, twice in rapid succession. “Because that’s all you are.”

As Lee says it, he knows it’s so far from the truth. But for this purpose, in this moment, the truth doesn’t seem to matter. He moves his hand from George’s chin to his neck, curling his hand around it and squeezing gently. Still looking him in the eye, Lee smacks him again, this time a little lower, just at the crease of his thigh. “I can feel you getting hard just from this, you slut.”

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The eye contact, combined with the slaps, is devastating. All that George can do is squirm, his eyes widening each time Lee's palm comes into contact with his skin. He can feel his cock getting hard, too. His fingers fist in the n blanket.

"You're right. It's all I am."

Lee has to grit his teeth to keep himself from arguing when George says that, even though he said it first. He has to remind himself that this is a part of the game. He gives George a meaningful look, almost frustrated to have been put into this position because George has to know how hard this particular part of it would be for him.

But hey, he has an outlet for that now.

His grip tightens around George’s throat and he stiffens his arm, not cutting off his air too much but rendering him effectively immobile if he tries to squirm away. Lee tries not to use his unusual strength with George too often, but this seems like the right occasion.

“Whores get paid, at least,” Lee says as he lands another few blows to the roundest part of George’s ass. Even in the low light, Lee can see how red it’s getting, all that blood just under the surface. Lee runs his hand over it and finds his skin warm to the touch. “You give yourself away for free.”

A part of him still feels a little sick to say these things to George, but it’s also thrilling to find a way to get all this nasty anger out of his system. It was only minutes ago that Lee told him how he really feels, so George has to know. I think the world of you. Jesus, what’s wrong with him?

Lee spanks him again, this time because he’s embarrassed. George is a menace.

“You’re just a hole, aren’t you?” Lee says then, feeling like he’s coming to a realization of sorts. “A hole for me to use as I please. “

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Absurdly, even though he knows that Lee doesn't mean a word of it, George wants to protest, wants to tell Lee that he always got paid, one way or another... Or, at least we t, he did, before he came to Darrow. Instead, he just swallows to feel the press of Lee's hand around his neck, and let's out a sound that's a lot like a moan. What Lee says next makes his cock throb.

"Two holes," he says, unable to help himself. "If you want to be precise."

He's asking for trouble, goading Lee a little, and he knows it.

“Oh my God,” Lee says with a helpless laugh, rolling his eyes so expansively that his head tips back. Still, it’s enough to help Lee settle into this. Whether it was his intention or not, George just confirmed that he isn’t going to take what Lee says in these moments to heart.

He presses his tongue into the corner of his mouth as he lifts his hand from George’s ass to slap his cheek instead, as if reprimanding him. It still sends a jolt of wrongness through him, hitting George in such a way, but the look on George’s face after he does it quickly chases it away.

“Don’t even get me started on this pretty hole,” Lee groans out, pressing his thumb in at George’s jaw in a way that forces his mouth open. He slaps George’s face again, not as hard as his ass but certainly enough to sting, makes sure his fingers connect with the corner of George’s mouth.

His other hand squeezes George’s neck more tightly now, enough that he won’t be able to breathe at all. George knows that this is a game and that Lee would stop at the first sign of something being wrong, but there’s still a flash of instinctive primal fear in his eyes once he realizes that he can’t get oxygen. It’s sick, but it turns Lee on so much that his cock throbs where it’s pressed into George’s stomach.

They stare into each other’s eyes as the seconds drag on. The thing is, Lee knows exactly how long it takes to end someone’s life like this. They have a ways to go yet.

George makes the softest choking sound and Lee likes it so much that he lets go of him immediately, scared of what he might do if it goes on any longer. He blinks as if he’d been in a stupor and lets out a shaky breath, palming George’s cheek and thumbing roughly at his swollen mouth.

“You make me feel fucking insane,” Lee tells him, half in the game and half out of it, smiling wryly and shaking his head a little. “I can’t believe you’re real.”

Edited 2025-07-07 05:38 (UTC)

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