Omegle - Lindsey + Vamp!Loki - Part 2

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[Omegle RP: Lindsey's second time with the vampire prince Loki.]



Loki is reclining in his chair, green ring flashing on his finger, dressed in tight black leather pants, heavy boots, and a simple green button up, with a black vest overlay. With his hair styled, sunglasses on, and what appeared to be a glass of wine in his hand, he appeared just like any other queer on the long line of bars he was sitting at. The room was dark but Loki could see fine, despite the tint over his eyes, taking in the crowd of bodies drinking and laughing and writhing together to the simple music. There was no dancefloor but alcohol seemed to have encouraged the crowd to create one in hopes of furthering their chance for pseudo procreation.

Loki had been reluctant to come all the way out to America yet again, and for some ridiculous ritual to appease some ancient goddess or other that vampires had nothing to do with. But Loki had been present at the occasion that was now worshiped as ancient history and his presence was apparently required. But then the rat had spoken, offered Loki his previous little toy, for three days, utter possession and ownership with the same limits as last time and nothing more. And what could Loki but accept the kind offer. He had specified what he wanted the man to be wearing, down to the tight leather shorts and old fashioned slave bracelets and collar, and the time and location of where to meet.

He spotted his pet when the mortal walked in, drawing some looks from the other humans and Loki let Lindsey get settled before cutting his way silently through the crowd. Four months, less than half a year and he craved the little thing again, and Loki was never one to deny himself something he wanted. He stepped up right beside him, sliding smoothly on to the stool next to him and flashing a grin, amused at how the human didn't recognize him instantly behind the glasses and styled hair. "Well don't you look... edible." He purred out, twisting his glass of Oneg in his hand.


Lindsey was a bundle of nervous energy when he discovered that his next assignment was going to go beyond this one night contract bonus into a full out rental of the whole weekend. He protested, or dared to protest as much as his station allowed, which was to still practically throw a tantrum in Holland's office. It availed him of nothing but a mild admonishing, of course, but he had definitely tried. As did he again when he was handed the specific clothes, if clothes could be called, that he was to wear to their meeting.

He was a lawyer, not some two bit whore! Except that didn't really get him anywhere either, not when he knew that in his current state, there was no difference between the two. He didn't relent easily, but he did, and with great annoyance put the clothes on before going to the sleezy club to meet his mysterious client.

He was self conscious when he walked into the club dressed like some rent boy from boy town. A meshed black shirt that hugged the contours of his chest to leave nothing to the imagination, black leather shorts that left his long legs exposed, and collar and shackles... A fucking collar and shackles. Even before he met the client his confidence was getting dragged through the gutter, and although he tried to put confidence into his steps, they were no more than outward displays to mask his inner trepidation towards this assignment.

What kind of sicko... Lindsey glared at the one who approached, not yet recognizing the man until Loki opened his mouth and spoke. And then... "Fuck." Just like that, Lindsey's defenses were stripped away and he was back to his first night, quivering under the vampire as he became tortured by both pain and pleasure. That was one night... now this creature owned him for the whole weekend. "Fuck!" He tried to get up and get out of there, there was no way he could do this.


Loki caught his arm, laughing loudly though the sound was but a drop in the roar of the club, twisting him around so the other was perched in his lap. Lindsey's pert little ass was pressed against his crotch, the tips of the fingers of Loki's left hand dipping into the waist of Lindsey's short as the rest splayed over his stomach, holding him still while still blatantly provocative. Loki's other hand slowly smoothed up Lindsey's arm and up to the curve of his neck where he traced his lips over the curve of his ear.

"Well, hello to you too, so glad to see you could make it." He laughed again, amusement and arousal thick in his voice. He hadn't had his cock inside anything for nearly a week, saving up for his little toy. "Its glad to see the excitement is mutual." His chuckle was back and low and deep this time, more menacing because of its lack of deliberate implications. "We're going to have so... much... fun together." He purred out, nipping at the lobe of his ear, still holding him still.

He looked very nice, all done up and exposed while Loki wore his own fabrics like armor, knowing that the lawyer looked like a whore in his lap, bought and paid forgiven that was exactly what he was and Loki was very much expecting him to keep up to that standard. And if not, well, it was dark, the bathrooms and locks, and there was more than one knife currently on his person.


Stopped before he could flee, halted and dragged back like a fly caught by the frog's tongue, Lindsey suddenly found himself on Loki's lap and his much too tight shorts doing nothing to cushion the feeling of the other's crotch rubbing into the crack of his leather covered ass. Leather covered, and for how long?

Swallowing, Lindsey made himself recognize that he wasn't getting out of here. Alright, fine, he knew that when he walked into the club anyway. Taking a few deep breaths, he quelled whatever mind numbing panic had started to rise from just Loki's voice alone and made himself sit still where he was. They were in public, an no matter how he demeaning Lindsey was dressed, Loki couldn't do anything to him while they remained here.

He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. "The feeling isn't mutual, I can assure you of that." Another deep breath and he was almost calmed down, even while his ass was pressed into Loki's cloth clad length. "Aren't you going to buy me a drink first?"


"Does not change the fact. And yes, I suppose I shall." Loki tapped two fingers on the bar and the bartender slid two more of Loki's drinks to them. "Blood of the old Mohawk tribes, preserved for nearly half a century. Its very good, you don't get a taste like this anymore." He murmured as he sipped the cooled blood like it was fine wine, sampling delicately. When Lindsey didn't touch his drink, Loki arched a brow at him.

He was just as reluctant as last time and Loki could smell the touches of dozens of others, how he had most certainly been broken in and he seemed to think he was better equipped to handle the situation due to his experience. Poor thing, Loki had seen what reaction his mere presence had caused and he knew how to watch the boy fracture like a window pane. He pressed three, slow and soft, kisses to the exposed curve of his shoulder. He was going to enjoy picking him apart piece by piece until he was raw and trembling like an exposed nerve, screaming at every little touch.

"Well, drink up, no alcohol tonight though. I want you perfectly aware and I don't deal with hangovers. What a mortal thing to get. Hangovers." He tsked, like it had been a decision of humanity as a total to get hangovers just to annoy Loki with them. "Its very, very rude not to drink something you're just asked for, Lindsey." He rolled his name off his tongue, considering it after so long, "You wouldn't want to offend me, now would you?"


"When I meant a drink," Lindsey answered as he eyed the glass of red before him with nearly as much skepticism as irritation that he was denied with the idea of alcohol. While he hadn't intended to get drunk, it would be nice to at least blunt the edge this encounter with some sort of alcoholic beverage. He deserved that much if he was going to be spending the whole weekend with a sadistic son of a bitch with a hard on for him. "I meant something that I can drink. I think it's quite clear we don't share the same palette."

And if Loki would even begin suggesting that Lindsey should start drinking blood just for the sake of not 'offending' him, the lawyer might just get annoyed enough by that sort of attitude to stiffen and pull away. It might not work, it might gain him nothing, but he wasn't going to be coerced into drinking blood.

"No, I think I would much rather have something that fits my sense of taste more." He grinned, wide, with just a bit of his own edge mixed in, and while yes, he was still quailing a bit that he was sitting in Loki's lap again, he also took courage from the fact that they were in public and he got a handle on some of these clients. "Since you're such an accommodating host, you're not going to begrudge me of that?"


Loki arched a brow, oh, now the little thing had made it a challenge. Mistake number one of the evening, "Of course." Loki purred out, "I understand completely. How foolish of me to think that you would want to drink other's blood-" And he hooked one hand under Lindsey's thigh, yanking him around quickly so the mortal scrambled for a grip, and Loki balanced him with a hand at the small of his back. Which he promptly turned to fingers resting under his waistband and a firm grasp of his tight little ass. "When you'd obvious enjoy tasting your own much more."

Loki's smile was sickly sweet as he dragged him forward into a kiss, letting his fangs come and he sucked Lindsey's tongue into his mouth so he could slice it open with the razor sharp tip of his tooth. He dragged Lindsey closer by the hair. "You forget yourself, little thing, if you think yourself immune to punishment because of our public setting, I assure you that you are very wrong. I can and will hurt you. You obey my orders and even if I do not carve you up right now, I promise that it will be magnified ten fold when we are in private." Loki nearly purred.

He let go of his hair and dipped his own drink, letting the copped tint his lower lips. "Now." He said as he drained his own slowly and deliberately letting Lindsey see the thick texture. "Drink up, I want to go sit at a table, these stools are rather convenient but not quite comfortable.


There was a second when Lindsey thought he was going to free fall and land on his ass, his arms certainly flailed as his hands scrabbled helplessly for purchase, but then the vampire steadied him and molested him, at the same time bringing him forward in such a way that Lindsey wished he did fall onto the ground.

He flinched when the creature dominated his mouth and sliced open his tongue. Unable to pull away, he was forced to face Loki as he the vampire all but purred into his mouth, threats wrapped in such a silken delivery that if Lindsey hadn't been listening to them he would have been lulled by their softness. Right now though, his heart just pounded and his eyes widened when he realized, Loki was still going to make him drink.

"That's blood," he whispered back harshly, also looking around to see if anyone noticed. They probably thought it was some sort of weird cocktail with tomato juice, and if only Lindsey could be just as blissfully ignorant. The sting on his tongue and the coppery taste of his own blood made him more than a little uncomfortable again, as if he really needed the reminder. "I'm not a vampire!"


Loki's expression showed his obvious amusement. "Astute observation, I can see why you're valued for your intelligence. Yes, it is blood. Very old, very expensive blood. Now, drink." He ordered, eyes cold and unwavering. Loki was going to remind his little pet who exactly he bowed to. Loki wondered just how much he could get away with in here, the plans in his mind building immediately and he considered everything he could do in three days.

Unfortunately, Loki did have responsibilities to attend to during the days, make a few appearances, meet up with a couple acquaintances, and it was slightly offputting he couldn't just spend his time peeling away the layers of Lindsey's mind but he guessed that the excursions could be a game in themselves. The little thing was so obviously proud, eyes daring, back stiff, words so defiant. As if he could convince Loki to show mercy simply by reminding the ancient being that the lawyer was a mere mortal.

But Loki was having a hard time caring when his thought were caught up on how those snug little shorts hid nothing from view and the collar only accentuated the line of his throat, the cuffs adorned with little metal loops that Loki would be making full use of later on. How it was going to be delicious when he tasted the finely preserved blood mixed with Lindsey's own in the mortal's mouth. He was looking forward to see the light blush on his cheeks darken and the confident set of his shoulders curve with his submission.


Lindsey's forced smile disappeared when he realized the vampire was serious. Uncompromisingly and insanely serious. He looked at the the goblet before him then at the creature who had him captured and revulsion colored in his eyes. Knowing there was no way out of this, the lawyer knit his brows together then took up the glass. In one breath he choked the liquid down, the disgust apparent in every bit of him, from how he locked up, how his face scrunched, his whole countenance locking up against Loki's grip on him.

Horrible couldn't even begin to describe it. Even holding his breath he could taste the blood, coppery, salty, with a pungent smell that made him want to gag even as he poured the drink down his throat. When he finally put the cup down, his expression soured and he looked like he was about to hurl the whole thing back out. Only the knowledge that the crazy vampire would probably make him lick it up managed to keep it down although by no means was his stomach settled.

"That's utterly vile," he choked out when he thought he could speak without risking a disaster. With disregard for Loki, he motioned for the bartender to bring him a Gin and Tonic. After that, he needed something to strong to wash the taste out of his mouth.


Loki watched him choke down the drink and then order another with great amusement. He said nothing until Lindsey had the drink in hand before he fisted a hand in his hair and yanked him into a kiss. He licked his way into his mouth and took great pleasure in sensing out what tastes were of Lindsey's own blood and what was the bitter tang of the bought and packaged blood. When he pulled back it was to let his pet gasp for air, one hand dropping to the mortal's wrist to hold his hand still.

"No, little thing, you'll ask me nicely if you'd like a drink and if I allow it it will be something I enjoy the taste of." He said with a smile as he lay a twenty on the counter before casually flicking the glass to the floor, using his newly free hand to cup the side of Lindsey's face and pull him close. A light brush of lips against lips before he lifted Lindsey easily and turned him back around, back to chest now, angling Lindsey's pert little ass to rest over his hips.

He restrained him as he had before, smirking at the couple of interested looks his pet was getting and Loki hooked Lindsey's legs over his own so his pet was spread wide and even more helpless than he had been mere moments ago. "It is polite to thank someone after they've bought you a beverage, you know."


Lindsey struggled at first, pulling away and pushing at Loki's chest until it was apparent that it would be a futile effort, at which point he held still enough to let his mouth be plundered by the vampire. It took a while, after a moment of which he had started pushing at Loki again simply from his own lack of air. By the time he could pull away to breathe, Loki was already moving in to pin him.

"Hey, that was a perfectly good drink...!!" Lindsey yelped when he was spun around again, and suddenly he was on display in a public club. He struggled again for a brief reflex moment before he stopped. His voice dripped holy water as he asked sarcastically, "Which drink? The one that I didn't get to drink or the one forced down my throat?"

At least the kiss cleaned the taste of blood from his mouth, for most part. His own cut still seeped a little blood, but it wasn't so much it made his mouth bloody. "If you're going to keep showing me off like this, why don't you strip me naked and put me on the bar." At least he managed to have his come-backs sound steady.


Loki arched a brow, "Oh, well that's a very good idea, though I was more thinking of having you grind your tight little ass against my cock like the needy pain slut you are." Loki mused, though the moment the words were out he grew a liking to the idea. Oh yes, he could see himself enjoying that scenario very much. He originally intended the comment to be said as a light mockery but he turned it into a serious threat as he leaned down and licked a slow trail from the curve of his shoulder up to his ear.

Oh, he had missed the taste of his little pet. He had grown restless after two months of that city, heading out to the middle east for a short while to sample their latest accommodations. He had taken a brief liking to some redhead with silver eyes, but her mind was dull and nails sharp and Loki got bored quickly. It would be good to have an old favourite to toy with before heading off to Russia for W&H's business.

He dragged one palm slowly up the inside of his thigh before splaying over his stomach again, deliberate and taunting. "I think," He purred, "You should remember who owns you, pet, have your other clients made you soft and forgetful to the consequences of displeasing me?"


Lindsey hissed at the insult and tried to turn around to glare, but Loki was positioned in such a way that the lawyer couldn't see the vampire he was held tight against. "You must be kidding..." He made an indignant noise then looked at the number of eyes that were on them. Some of the perverts out there weren't even disguising their interest in the situation and dared to meet Lindsey's glare head on, or even snicker at his discomfort.

"I'm not signed on to do this. I'm not your public whore for you to work out your public display kinks on," he whispered harshly under his breath. He looked back to the people that surrounded them then tried to wriggle out of Loki's grasp, indirectly ending up wiggling his ass against his client's hardening cock.

"This wasn't what our contract said," he insisted with more than annoyance in his voice. Some of that fear was creeping back. He hadn't forgotten what this creature did to him, he doubt he'd ever be able to forget it even if he desperately wanted to. Not the soft whispered threats, not the pain or the humiliation of what this vampire had done to him.


"Loki Laufeyson of Royal blood shall be presented with one of our top employees who shall service him in any way he should require. From the date 06/05 up until noon on 06/09. Restrictions apply, said employee must be returned to us with a pulse and at least two liters of his own blood in his system." Loki chuckled there, "Note they didn't say that the blood had to be in your veins, simply inside of you." He nipped at his ear and continued reciting,

"No mutilation, decapitation or amputation may be preformed, and said employee must be returned whole." He licked over the shell of Lindsey's ear. "Any services I require, which means if I were to order you to get on your knees and take a strangers cock in your mouth, by contract you'd need to obey. If I chained you in a brothel and allowed any passerby to use your holes, and ordered you to thank every single one of them who filled you with their seed, you would be required by contract to obey. You are my whore, you will indulge me in whatever I request. Or, you will face my punishments before I inform the Senior Partners of your breach of the terms."

His hand blatantly groped Lindsey's cock and Loki spun them now, he had chosen this club for a reason, public displays were far from discouraged as long as it was kept within boundaries. He pinned him again, digging his nails into the exposed skin of his stomach painfully to remind him what struggling would result in. "Now, put your hands on the back of my neck and grind you pretty ass against my cock, put on a show for the patrons."


"You wouldn't," Lindsey breathed, scarcely daring to speak louder than a whisper in his horror. The vampire was possessive, but he was also proud and couldn't stand challenges. Lindsey didn't dare to say more after that, afraid that Loki would interpret it just that and prove him wrong.

Back still stiff from resistance, Lindsey slowly put his hands up to hold to the back of the vampire's neck. It wasn't just to obey though, the slight tremor that passed through Lindsey's fingers suggested a need to hold on or lose his balance. Closing his eyes so he didn't have to see the perverse pleasures of those surrounding him, he slowly began grinding his ass down onto the bulge beneath him.

"Didn't you want to find a table?" He asked quietly, wanting to be away from this place and out of public eye as soon as possible. Lindsey kept moving though, and even from this little act, Loki could see Lindsey wasn't the nervous virgin he used to be. He was still affected by the shame of what he was forced to do, but he was better at it.


His hips moved lithely, smoothly, far from the stuttering, nervous movements that Lindsey had demonstrated when Loki had asked him to finger himself. He'd gained some experience, then, learned how to please. How to roll his waist so he slid the curve of his ass up and down Loki's cock which was growing more and more interested by the second. Adorable thing, Loki leaned over to see his eyes clench shut from the shame of it. Cute. The question only made him hum and press a kiss to the curve of his shoulder.

"You are correct, lets get moving." He murmured as he shifted Lindsey off of him. He didn't bother trying to hold him or even keeping an eye on him as he turned and walked to his table, the crowd parting around him like water around a very frightening rock. He sat in one of the little wooden chairs, spreading his legs in invitation and order, one hand tapping his thigh to make it excruciatingly clear that Lindsey wasn't to make use of the chair across from the vampire.

Loki wondered how Lindsey would look with a collar, or back bending under the hits of a ship, blood welling and dripping until the mortal was screaming out his agony. The image had a smile curving Loki's lips, and he watched Lindsey follow with a kind of cocky anticipation. Had he stretched himself before coming in anticipation of cruelty? Or had that tongue gotten more skilled in other professions besides lying and begging.


Lindsey felt an unexpected relief He totnes when Loki agreed. He had been worried that Loki would refuse, would wish to relish in Lindsey's degredation, parade him where their crowd of voyeurs could savor his humiliation. The vampire could have, he made it very clear that Lindsey was unable to refuse without serious consequences.

When he could get off, he was quick to scramble away amid snickers and lewd comments from his recent fans. He ignored them all, following behind Loki with singlemindedness that allowed him to shield himself from the others.

Pushing his way past the crowd on Loki's heels, there came a moment when he stalled when one of the bolder guys slapped him on the ass. Lindsey rounded on him, eyes flaring with indignant fire and the full force of a lawyer's disassembling gaze landed on the man. The people backed away and laughed nervously as he walked past.

Still feeling that indignity, Lindsey sat down heavily in Loki's lap and turned his glare onto the vampire. "Of all places,a club?"


The glare that had quelled the rowdy crowd only served to deeply amuse Loki, who grinned as those blazing eyes were fixed on him. "I thought about having you flown out to my personal harem, you'd look good, scented and dressed in silks." He taunted as he stroked down Lindsey's thigh boldly. "Don't give up what you were doing, it was rather pleasant. Place your hands wherever you'd like." Loki offered generously.

His hand came back up to tuck into the waist of Lindsey's shorts, just feeling, not holding. He let his fangs slide out as he pressed kisses to Lindsey's neck, letting them scrape the vulnerable flesh there while keeping them concealed from the crowd. This was an open sort of club, but not supernaturally inclined. So he let them down for Lindsey's sake alone, to provoke one of those delicious little shudders that wracked his form as he waited for the bite that Loki was still deciding whether or not to give.

"I must admit, I'm slightly surprised that you didn't determine who you were being given to. Who else would order you specifically. Have you perhaps gained some new fans while I was away? You little talents, nicely developed I might add, attracted some regular clients?"


Lindsey didn't object to the humiliating action this time as they were moderately ensconced to one side of the room and no longer at the bar in full public view. There were still several interested looking people, but unlike the lustful views of those wolves at the bar, most of these were appreciative glances or even looks of envy. Lindsey's heated gaze had sufficiently quelled the rowdier ones, and informed to all that he wasn't some whore out to earn a buck.

So straddling back onto Loki's lap, he showed doubt only but for a moment before he was gyrating on the tent in the vampire's pants. He closed his eyes again, one because he really didn't want to see the face of his tormentor, and the second, he didn't want to see anything about this. A slight blush still colored his pale cheeks in the dim club light, though not extremely noticeable yet.

"I wasn't aware that you had named me specifically," Lindsey admitted as he used his hands on Loki's shoulder to balance himself. He cringed when he felt the scrape of fangs on his neck, and turned his head away although that gave the vampire more room to work with there. "Not that it would have made any difference, would it?" He didn't answer the bit about other people though, or regular clients. After all, he had a legal responsibility towards lawyer-client confidentiality. All that happened was his lips thinned in distaste... and his tight leather shorts felt tighter still. "You want me to do this until you come?"


Loki laughed, low and pointed, "That, my sweet thing, would take far too long and become much too boring. No, I'm much more occupied with the idea of taking you back to the rooms to retrain you." He purred into his ear, tilting his head back to nip and suckle at his throat. "Also, I'm in the mood for a dance." He teased, tone making it impossible to determine whether or not he was still mocking Lindsey's impromptu little lap dance or actually referring to the writhing mass of bodies gyrating against one another just a few feet away.

Loki noticed the sudden extra pressure against his abdomen as Lindsey all but fucked himself on Loki's cock through the fabrics, the little thing was getting aroused. By his own forced movements or perhaps... something much more amusing. Loki's eyes glinted as he abandoned that line of conversation and latched on to a much more fun one. "Hmm, have you discovered more of your own masochism then, little one? Do you like it when they make you take it dry, when you scream against the floor, or wherever they decided to use you? Hate your own leaking cock as they make you ~hurt~."

He hissed the last word, hand inching down to grip his ass over the snug fabric, fingers pressing into the cleft of the little shorts to press against his hole, reminding him of what was to come. Of how easily Loki could just take it. Loki smiled into the mortal's skin as he snatched his jaw and forced his head around to capture his lips in a brutal kiss. "Answer me." He hissed when he pulled away.


Lindsey's eyes had opened sometime during the middle of that. His head was tilted coincidentally facing the mass of people that passed off what they considered dancing in the little clearing they made. That actually wouldn't be too bad, a corner of his mind thought, as being lost in the crowd, no matter what Loki said, would still provide some measure of safety. Not absolute, but still some.

The idea all but sank away when Loki suddenly brought the topic around to something much less desirable. Eyes closing again, he didn't want to watch the people dance. They could have provided him safety, provided a screen of living bodies to hold off the monster, but now they all just looked like they would be witnesses to more humiliation. If this was the direction Loki wanted to take this... Lindsey tried not to think of that, but the prompts, followed by his own motions and what the hardening bit he was rubbing against signified, his own groin grew heavier.

"No, I am not a masochist." When they pulled away, he gave Loki a glare back. It was willful and angry, and though there was doubt and insecurity, it was a glare nonetheless. He tried to shift his ass so he could get away from the probing fingers, but through the thin shorts and lack of underwear, there was nowhere for him to get away to. It was better than saying that, aside from this crazy vampire, no one really tried to hurt him, not like that.


Loki arched a brow at him, giving a little sigh, "Oh, they have made you soft, haven't they? Have they pampered you, little thing? Have you forgotten how needy you get when you're stuck on a blade and begging not to have your insides torn apart by my cock?" He asked, almost nicely, like a gentle reminder to a stupid child. Loki remembered all too well the unsure, involuntary responses of the mortal. How he had arched into Loki, whining high in his throat as Loki fucked into his virgin hole for the first time, how he had tightened and writhed as Loki lapped at the open wounds.

Good memories. "But humans are famous for their denial." Loki sighed, "And you seem reluctant to speak of the others you have serviced. Did they not quite satisfy you? Did your pretty cock stay limp, even in your own grasp at night when you imagined their hands on you?" He laughed into his ear and nibbled at his jaw, dipping down slightly to do so but taking pleasure in the shudder he evoked as he scraped his fangs over the venerable throat. Lindsey was swiftly growing hard in his shorts and Loki considered having the mortal jerk himself off right here before licking his seed back up.

But no, that was for later, and he was going to enjoy Lindsey's squirming as his arousal got harder to ignore even as Loki utterly neglected it. He was looking forward to having the little thing beg soon enough. For what? Loki didn't care, but he had his full range of tools back at his hotel room, which was also much better equipped for this weekend's activities. For example, there was a hook in the ceiling of the living room, perfect for binding someone by their wrists as they struggled to keep their balance lest they fall against the knife being trailed along their skin.


Lindsey bit his lip, his normally strong poker face completely falling apart in the face of this vampire. How could he hold it while he was rubbing his ass onto the creature's cock like some wanton whore asking to be fucked? Tightening his grip on the vampire's shoulders, he shifted uncomfortably, but not from the tightness of his shorts alone. Those words affected him, as did the fangs that were mere scrapes away from opening him up in places that could make him bleed to death.

And alright, his crotch had somehow gotten much tighter than it had any right to be and Lindsey blamed it on his sexual motions.

"Have you never heard of lawyer-client confidentiality?" he snapped, trying to mask his discomfort with irritation. "They are my clients, I'm not going to talk about any one of them." He looked away again with not just shame, but real anger in his eyes. "I'm not some whore... and I do not fantasize about them!"


Loki smirked, "Ah, so they didn't satisfy you then, good to know." Loki said softly, amused at Lindsey's angry tone and blunt nails digging into his shoulder. "Not some whore, no, my whore. I'm glad we've confirmed that." He nibbled at the lobe of his ear, bringing his hand around quickly so he could unzip those little shorts and slip his hand down the back, getting a handful of bare ass. You couldn't exactly wear underwear with these and easier access always made Loki smile. Oh, how he had missed the times of togas. Such pretty boys, and they'd all been too willing to service one of Loki's stature during those times.

"I'm going to bring you home and spread you open. I'm going to fuck you with my fingers until you're screaming for mercy, and I'm going to mark cuts into your flesh, sharp and shallow, until your bleeding in a gorgeous pattern. I think I'll have you ride me, see what those hips can do, let you take your own pleasure on my cock before I dig my fangs into you and drink you dizzy." He slid his fangs along the racing pulse of his throat, "I'm going to put you on your knees and fuck your throat until you black out, and when you awaken I'll have you bound and slipping ginger into your greedy hole. Perhaps I'll spank you then, with my palm or the paddle, just to make you clench around it and watch you writhe."

He illustrated Lindsey's next few nights with only a few words, the ideas just from the top of Loki's head and it gave all too much insight to exactly how thoroughly Loki was planning on taking advantage of this situation. He slid his finger to press against Lindsey's hole, dry and tight as he remembered it, pressing just the tip inside. "Have you been bitten yet, little one? You don't smell like you have."


"Stop it," Lindsey hissed and shook his head, eyes closed, as if the action could dislodge the vampire's horrible plans for him. He cringed from them, especially the idea of taking -ginger- up his ass. He wouldn't admit it, and the club was hopefully too loud for it to be clear anyway, but he might have whimpered at that idea. Yet, traitorously, his cock continued to swell until it felt like it was at its full length but just trapped under the restricting pressure of his shorts.

He reactively clenched around the tip of the cold digit, his muscles instantly attempting to suck the rounded bit in even as his mind violently rejected the idea. It wasn't comfortable by a long shot, the digit was cold and dry, and although healers hadn't been called for his last session because he wasn't actually hurt, the last time he got a special client that required such services was still over a week ago. Any stretching he had from that was long gone, and he still felt tight against the intrusion.

"You're not my only vampire client," he hissed instead, not directly giving an answer but he did have others. He didn't understand what Loki had meant by the question, but if he was asking if anyone else drank from him, some of Lindsey's clients had done nothing to him except take several quarts of his blood.


"And why would I stop it when you have the most delightful reactions?" He questioned rhetorically as he licked up his throat. "And I know I'm not, but there's a difference between feeding," He inhaled deeply, scenting him, "And biting. Well, not to most, but there is." He laughed lowly, deciding that if Lindsey was going to dance around his questions, then Loki was permitted to speak in riddles. He slid one hand over the bulge in Lindsey's shorts, cock straining to get free against the looser fabric, but Loki just extracted his hand and zipped him back up.

He smirked and tapped his ass lightly, "Off now. We've places to be, and I'm rather hungry. I'm not fond of feeding discretely, we're going back to my hotel." He said, standing abruptly and catching Lindsey before he fell to the ground. He saw no scars, no one of importance had taken his blood yet, then, good. Loki didn't care about petty little leeches who would have drained him to an inch before death, but if someone of stance had laid claim to him, Loki would have had issue. And he knew tonight he would be leavings scars that even the healers at W&H could not get rid of.

He hooked two fingers in the loop of his collar before walking out, dragging Lindsey along, ignoring the murmured comments as they passed or the pointed looks at both of them. "Look at them, they either want you, or want to be you. You should be proud." He hissed as they hit the cool duck air, the sun still just starting to vanish behind the horizon.


"Forgive me if I don't feel particularly proud of being looked at like a piece of meat," he hissed back, low enough to be heard by the vampire but little others. "If they want my position so much they can have it." He dared to say he felt absolutely no guilt when he added, "Wolfram and Hart will gladly help you settle any arising issues." If it would get him out of this, Lindsey had gotten to the point where anyone and everyone could be sacrificed.

But out of the public eye was still a good thing, so although he was snippy and resentful of being lead out like the way he was, he didn't drag his feet. He had little hope that Loki would truly want to replace him anyway. Once outside though, Lindsey was less eager and his steps automatically slowed. The way of Loki's hotel room, if the vampire's own words and experience told him anyway, laid pain, and Lindsey really wasn't much of a masochist. Not mentally, and not for the sort of torture the vampire had concocted. Any idea that Lindsey had of wanting to explore bedroom bondage was permanently squashed by this new aspect of his career life.

"Hey, where do you think you're taking that pretty thing?" Lindsey stalled in his steps when Loki's path became blocked by two large looking men. The lawyer recognized them as faces from the original crowd, who obviously was too stupid to leave after their free show. Although Lindsey could warn them off, probably should if he was any decent human being, but he was hardly decent at the moment and not too pleased with those in the club either. And, if Loki took time in dealing with them, it would buy him a few pain free minutes. He could live with that, so he stayed quiet.


Loki laughed lightly at Lindsey's comments, like he would be interested in any of those imbeciles who didn't know their way around a vampire, nevermind be able to do anything but piss themselves if Loki got his hands on them. The voice mad Loki freezing in motion, fluidly turning to face the men and the smile on his face slowly spreading. Dressed in leather jackets and large grins, they were obviously thinking themselves strong and able to take Loki on, and very cocky because of their horribly wrong assumptions.

The silence of his toy was enough to have him chuckling again, oh, vindictive little thing, wasn't he? He put Lindsey in front of himself, facing the mortal imbeciles, hands on the lawyer's, standing straight to hover behind him like a shadow. "I was planning," Loki drawled, dragging a finger down the side of Lindsey's jaw, "To bring him back to my room to perhaps have a bit of fun. Why, would you like to borrow him? He's very... tight. And you should hear him scream." Loki purred out, cupping Lindsey's jaw and he saw the flares of arousal appear in their eyes, surprised at Loki's angle when they'd so obviously expecting a fight but pleased none the less.

"You a pimp or something?" One asked gruffly and Loki laughed, shaking his head slightly,

"No, simply a generous citizen, he's bought and pain for, I could let you use him for a few hours. Free of charge." Loki wouldn't put that in writing, given he would have quite the time draining them slowly as they begged for their lives and souls. Preferably as Lindsey watched. They both looked taken aback, but once again they advanced slightly, almost hesitant now to accept what Loki was offering. Perhaps a little rental would soften up his pet, just a little, and the two in front of them were so obviously sadistic it was amusing. And he knew Lindsey would be able to spot it.

Loki had a reason for keeping Lindsey in good enough shape for three days, he even had a contract binding him. But if Lindsey went off with these two willingly, whatever they did would not be of Loki's responsibility, though Loki would track them down quickly enough. He bent to murmur in Lindsey's ear, "What do you think, pet, would you like to take your chances with these two? Or am I to have an early dinner?"


Lindsey had thought that surely these two would become dead bloodless body bags, and he was already considering how he could contact Wolfram and Hart to clean up so as not to leave them around for discovery. He was of half a mind to ask Loki if he wanted him to make the call when Lindsey found himself shifted and suddenly standing between the vampire and the two men. He tensed up at the teasing, and stiffened abruptly when he realized what Loki was trying to do.

"What are you—" he started hissing as he tried to look at the vampire over his shoulder, trying to demand an answer for this. Fear shook him but less than his anger and indignity, and when he turned in an attempt to face Loki, there was a deep look of... betrayal in his gaze too. But that could easily have been a reflection of the street lights that put shadows on everything and illuminated nothing brightly enough.

Except Lindsey then realized he was given a choice, and the hatred was replaced by a confusion at his own dilemma. He could willingly go with these two, two ruffians, virtual strangers, who obviously planned on using him hard. But will that be worse than a vampire who he knew had a sadistic streak in him already?

"... Do I really get a choice in this?" he asked warily, honestly considering his options. Loki wouldn't make him go with them, or laugh in his face and keep him still if he chose to go? He didn't care if these two became vampire dinner, that was certain already, but he did want the side that would make this weekend easier.


Loki raised a brow at him, "Surely your memory is not so impaired that you forgot what I said the first time I asked you to chose where I carved you. When I offer something, I don't play games, so when I ask you a question, most likely it is not rhetorical. Surely you remember the first, and last, time you assumed I didn't expect an answer." Loki said lightly, "It will not be permanent, obviously, simply a rental." His lips curled up and they flashed to the two men who were shifting in a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

They still weren't sure what Loki's game was, why they were asking the whore for his opinion on the subject. And though Loki's gaze was mischievous, he was serious in his offer. It would be amusing either way, Lindsey telling him to drain these two pathetic rats with yellowed teeth and rough palms, or a choice to go with them and be used however they wanted. Which, was fairly obvious, at least to Loki.

The vampire was unsure of which the lawyer would chose, seemingly much more adapted to violence and rough penetration than he had been, he might take his chances with the thugs in front of them, to avoid a just a few hours under Loki's care. But then again, he had no way of knowing if they would be better or worse than Loki. Depended on perspective, Loki supposed, and he was eager to know which his pet would choose.

"The offer is sincere, pet." He assured gently, murmuring into his ear now, eyes still fixed on the mortals waiting with increasing impatience.


Lindsey swallowed, suddenly not sure of which one being the better decision of the two. The vampire already gave him a verbal glimpse of what was to be waiting for him if he went with him, and that honestly didn't sound as bad as two unknown guys who wanted to go to town with him. The lawyer wasn't stupid, he knew full well that these two didn't have contracts binding their hands from doing worse to him, but at the same time, they're only humans. But did that really make it better or worse?

He swallowed again and licked his suddenly dry lips. "Let me guess... I choose to go with them, you'll let them play me over for a few hours, then you'll swoop in for a late night snack. It won't change anything except your plans will get pushed back by a few hours."

He looked to the two guys who shuffled impatiently. One of them asked, "Are we doing this or what?"

Ignoring them, he looked back to Loki. "What's in this for you?" And in case Loki wouldn't answer, and Lindsey badly wanted to know the vampire's motive, he added, "I still have a question I haven't asked last time... This is it." He didn't want to walk right into the vampire's plans.

To the two guys who seemed impatient and started to close in, he scowled. "I'm not a whore." And he wanted to gauge their reactions too.


Loki arched a brow and fought the urge to start listing every question Lindsey had asked him that Loki generously answered. One of Loki's favorites being when the lawyer had asked Loki what he wanted in the bathrooms of the courthouse and Loki had answered honestly. Instead he smiled at the lawyer's resourcefulness and he chuckled, stilling the advancing men with a glare. "My pet hadn't yet made his decision, you will wait." He snapped out, cold and imperious, and they paused in their steps.

It seemed that Lindsey's declaration had thrown them for a spin, as well as Loki's phrasing. They seemed to finally realize that this was something beyond a regular back alley exchange and one seemed a little quelled while the other's eyes flashed and he grinned crookedly. "Wait, so, the collar is legit, this one of those black market things?" The one who had just been hesitant seemed to gain his confidence again and his chest puffed up.

Ah, la folie a deux at its finest.

He returned his attentions to the mortal in his hold. "They will rent you, I get a meal either which way, I'm simply giving you an option. I offered nothing else." Loki said in a very political way, lips quirking at the tips. "And I get something out of it, I get to know you a little better, little pet, and I either get to kill on your orders, or I get to see if you respond as beautifully under someone else's rough touch." He murmured, eyes flashing in amusement. Half truths, part lies, Loki's best and favorite way of talking. "Decide quickly, little lamb. Time is ticking."


Lindsey considered the answers provided, watched the two monkey brained idiots, and realized, he knew his answer even before Loki had explained it to him. No way was Lindsey going to hand himself to two unknown humans who just thought he was a black market slave. It was bad enough that they thought he was a paid whore, but to be at their mercy while they thought he was a slave? Unthinkable.

Lindsey tilted his head a bit then and gave the two fellow humans a narrow eyed arrogant look. "No," he corrected them, "I'm a lawyer."

And as the two tried to get over that confusion, he turned to give Loki a seemingly carefree shrug. Perhaps Loki could see through it and see how carefully calculated the motion was, how it was anything but natural, but he doubted the vampire would ruin his moment to two soon to be dead men.

"Bon appetite."


Loki laughed, the confusion of the two men now palpable, and he was out of Lindsey's grip in a moment. He snatched out by the throat as he slipped his fangs into the other's neck, drinking deeply and finishing him off quickly. He dropped the body without care, the second was silently screaming, air cut off by Loki's hand, and Loki considered him for a moment. Well, he didn't want to totally spoil his appetite, so he plunged his hand into the second one's gut and ripped, his intestines exploding on to the pavement. Loki's arm, face and most of his torso was soaked in blood and he grinned, looking mad.

He strolled back to Lindsey, curling his clean arm around his waist whilst the blood soaked hand cupping the mortal's face and dragging him into a blood tinted kiss. He wrinkled his nose as he pulled away, "Surely even you can taste the difference," Lindsey's face was smeared with blood now, it was a good look on him, "Between that and your drink earlier. He's positively putrid." He muttered as he kept walking. Covered in blood and fresh from the feed he was almost glowing in his happiness.

He snapped his fingers, twice in the air deliberately, and after a couple dozen more steps, a black car pulled up beside them. He opened the door, none too gently shoving the man into the backseat and sliding in after him. No instructions were given to the concealed driver, he knew where to go. Loki stretched out in the back of the car before snapping his fingers at the ground.

"Floor, pets stay on the floor." He said easily as he licked the blood off his hand slowly, "So, are you satisfied with your decision?"


Lindsey turned away from the killings, knowing full well that these two men were dead the moment they crossed Loki's path so not feeling too guilty over their earlier demise, but he didn't want to have to witness them. Though when Loki returned, blood soaking nearly half his body, Lindsey made the mistake of looking back and nearly vomited. Guts... there were /guts/ strewn everywhere. Hell, did he just choose to stay a few hours longer with this monster?

Looking a little sick already, he grimaced in the bloody hold and cringed under the bloody kiss. He honestly couldn't tell the difference but he wisely held his tongue, and again when he was into the car. He had no problem about staying on the ground except there was hardly any space for him to squeeze his bulk there.

"You picked a very small car if you knew you are going to fit a 'pet' in here." He tried anyway, simply because he wanted to get away from this vampire and the car floor seemed like a great idea. "You might want to call for a clean up crew before the pair is discovered... or I can, except I don't have a phone." For better or worse, whether it was the good decision or not, Lindsey was stuck with the vampire.


Loki hummed, "No, I don't think I shall, no proof it was me, no witnesses, no evidence, for all intents and purposes it looks like they've been butchered with a knife. I'll clean it up myself later if it even comes close to me." Loki said easily, smirking at the complaint of no room. He waited for a long moment, waiting for an answer to his question, and when none came his eyes narrowed. He snatched Lindsey up by the hair, pulling him over and baring his throat to Loki's extended fangs.

"That." He said against the skin, "Is ten strokes with the paddle, I'm keeping count now, pet, now settle in, its a short drive." He said, dropping him back to his knees, this time boxed into the small space between Loki's calved. He looked adorably vulnerable down there, curled up, blood stained and frightened and trying so hard not to show it. He had seen his utter revulsion at the display of gore and Loki wondered if he shouldn't have remained there for a little while to watch the other fight for his composure.

The drive was short and Loki stepped out, the hotel expensive and discreet. No one looked twice at the blood covered, slave and master looking pair as they walked through the lobby and into the elevator. Loki chose his places of rest well. The elevator opened directly into the penthouse, and Loki moved forward, leaving Lindsey in the elevator, starting to strip free of his civilian, bloody clothing and making his way to the bathroom. "Crawl." He ordered simply.


The problem with choice like this was no matter what he chose, Lindsey will always be left wondering if he had made the right decision. Or the good one, which was still what he was thinking on when he got dragged upwards for no discernible good reason.

"What—" he protested, cut off by the fangs that were brought near his throat. "I can't answer what I wasn't sure of yet!" He hissed afterwards when he was shoved back down to be trapped between the vampire's legs. It was an unfair judgement, and he glared up at Loki the whole way.

At least the drive was short as promised, and it seemed in no time at all they were there, with Lindsey barely noticed by the hotel reception despite what a fine sight he must be. His misgivings grounded deeper with that, even despite knowing it must be a ploy to whittle away at his spirit and his thoughts of getting help.

As if he didn't know that already that no one would help him with this.

Their ride up was silent and uneventful, which Lindsey was also grateful for. The minute the elevator arrived was when his horror started. For this simple command he obeyed, having already learned that some battles weren't worth the fight. He got onto his knees and crawled out of the elevator, though his movements remained stiff as if he was still too proud for the lowly action. But he did get in, and that was how far he got, only into the penthouse, since he was not given instructions as to where to crawl to.


Loki ignored his new pet for now, washing the blood from his face and hands, changing shirts into something more comfortable. Well, by Loki's standards that meant more leather, two extra layers, and a pair of thick boots. He ran a hand through his hair to make sure it kept its place before offering a smile to the petulant man on his knees. "Come." He said simply, pulling out his bag of tricks. First he removed a roll, spreading it out over the large kitchen table, revealing the array of everything sharp, from scalpels to butcher knives and even what looked like small daggers meant for throwing. Loki had very good aim.

Next was the box, almost like a makeup kit except it help vials of liquids, and pills, needles and clamps and many fun little toys that could be used. None was labeled, they didn't need to be. Next Loki removed the restraints, the leather cuffs, the metal spreader bar, the leash which was of a heavy steel, the metal handcuffs, shackles, both in leather and metal. Ring gag, ball gag, cloth gag, even a spider gag which was one of Loki's personal favorites. Finally the blindfolds were set aside. Loki had brought a sample set, if you would call it that.

Next was the fun part, first the riding crop set down, then the hunting crop. Long coils of rope, twine and softer materials as well. The whip was removed, seven tails, each decorated with a sharp blade at the tip. He had left his other favorite at home, he didn't want to damage Lindsey's internal organs or break his bones. Perhaps next time... But for now he retrieved the paddles, leather and wood.

He finally glanced down at his pet and turned, laying his own thick leather gloves beside it all. "I have clothing for the next couple days as well, I've had time to prepare this time around, you see. You caught me at a bad moment before." He said softly, sitting in one of the chairs. "Would you like me to explain the reward system now, little one?"


Taking that the command probably meant for him to crawl, Lindsey decided it wasn't worth the risk to stand in case Loki decided to punish him for that. He had a feeling that he wouldn't be on his feet much this weekend, if at all from how the tone of tonight started with. Coming to kneel before the vampire, the lawyer looked up to Loki and waited, unhappily, for his next instructions

Yet instead he was treated to a horror show of the vampire's collection of torture implements. Blue eyes widened, growing wider still as each item we slowly brought out and revealed before him. Some of them he didn't even recognize, not knowing what heinous purpose their twisted shapes were for nor wishing to know. Like his likelihood of walking, Lindsey got the distinct impression that he would get to know them intimately well.

He felt faint when the whip came out and he became certain that he made the wrong choice in choosing Loki to spend his first few hours. At the very least the blood drained from his face and he went shades paler than before. His swagger, his confidence, all that fled him as he stared face to face with more instruments of pain than he had ever seen even with his career in Wolfram and Hart.

Staring at them like a simpleton, a fearful, horrified man who was robbed of ability to speak, it took Lindsey a full minute before he realized he was addressed and another before he could make himself respond with something more than a whimper. Looking up to the vampire took effort, it was like his eyes were too shocked to tear away from the items, and when he finally spoke it was a soft croak, "Y-yes?"


Loki grinned at the horror on his pet's features, the calm composure being slowly stripped away. "These, obviously, are part of your punishments. Now, I know that you're going to enjoy them as much if not more than I am, but still. Due to the pain involved, we're putting them in the punishment category for now." he mused as he hooked a hand in Lindsey's collar and dragged him forward, before propping his feet up on his shoulder. "If you're good, one of your rewards will be to choose the item used for the next game. For example, if the plan if to string you up to the ceiling and lash you until you beg for mercy, you'll be able to choose if I use the whip, the crop, my belt or the paddle." Loki's smile was soft and gracious.

Loki's fingers reached out to trail over the sharper implements on the table, "These rules will apply until you leave my service. Punishments will become more severe over time and depending on the misbehavior. They can be translated into hits of the paddle with the ginger. Tallys carved into your stomach with my blades, or what I allow you to wear when we go outside." He said lightly, a threat behind the last statement that he knew would let Lindsey's mind run wild.

Loki pulled the duffel bag over to himself and removed the last few items. Cockring, vibrator, dildo, a pear (As in the medieval torture device, Loki wasn't planning on using it but it was always fun to have on display) a strong of anal beads and a cock cage. "These." He gestured, "Will be part of your rewards if you behave yourself. For example, when I tie you to the bed and start slicing you bloody, you might choose to remove some of the pain with one of these. And if you come without permission, that will certainly be considered something worthy of discipline, and if you've been good enough, you may ask for the cock ring to control it." He ran his thumb over Lindsey's lower lip, "Do you understand?"


Lindsey bristled when he was used as a footrest, but knowing that it was part of Loki's ploy to unsettle him, he tried not to show this sort of dismissal irked him even though he couldn't help how his shoulders stiffened under the vampire's leg. That minor offense soon became replaced by other things though once Loki began explaining how things worked. What short of reward system was that, such that Lindsey will be hurt even when he behaved?

Then there was the simple statement that sounded casual but was unmistakably a threat. "We're going outside?" How much less could Lindsey wear without being charged for indecency? All he had were his current clothes and a glance to the displayed items made him cringe to think he would be wearing any of those outside.

Surprisingly, out of all the items, it were the last ones, the ones that were so obviously sex toys, that felt familiar to the lawyer. At least these he understood and after the past several months, he was no longer a virgin to these perversions either. How easily the human adjusted to situations that seemed otherwise impossible if enough exposure was given. He died a little to think that one day, he might be adjusted to these items too.

His bottom lip quivered beneath Loki's cool touch as he looked from the items back to the vampire. His cock, earlier erection completely gone, shriveled up a bit more at the thought of being punished by these things. "No," he whispered, his voice sounded like it was on the verge of cracking. "No I don't.... how are those even rewards?"


"Yes, I have things to do, we will be leaving the hotel room. I hate being cooped up, days are bad enough when I need to sleep." Which was rarely, but still. Lindsey's weak protest had him chuckling, low and dark as he tilted his head back and let Lindsey's chin fall. "Oh, pet, you're going to bleed one way or another. But I can choose to make it good for you, I can choose to make you scream for it while I have my fun. Or I can cross the line between pleasure and pain and place you in a hell you've never been to before." He purred lightly, amusement thick in his voice.

"But if you think my system unfair, feel free to propose another." He offered kindly, making no guarantee he would listen or obey whatever alternatives the mortal suggests. "But let me simplify it for you, bed behavior earns you agony, good behavior earns you less of it. Not a lack of it, simply... less." Loki smirked as he spoke, because one way or another there was no way he was letting his mortal leave here undamaged. "If you chose to misbehave things will be much, much worse." He assured him before picking up the blindfold and running it through his fingers.

"But not... tonight. Tonight you won't be damaged too severely, like I said, we have places to go, people to see, demons to meet with. Now," He took his feet off of him, kicked him lightly to the side, hard enough to knock the air out of him but not much else. "Strip, return to my feet. Tell me what item frightens you the most out of my display, don't lie, I'll know and you'll be disciplined for it."


Anger riled in the pit of Lindsey's stomach at the unfair treatment, except this wasn't about fairness at all but what a crazy vampire wanted. If Loki had been outwardly arrogant, showing a brute's insensitivity like those two back at the club, Lindsey might have told him off regardless of the consequences. However, the old vampire's composed exterior, his masterful demeanor, they quelled Lindsey's rebellious nature to cause him to be fearfully cautious instead.

"If it is all the same to you, I would prefer to be given a choice in what we do instead of simply how to get hurt." Even if the choices were all bad, he might be able to choose something that would scar him less. He learned about survival these past few months and he was determined to survive this. Just one weekend, he could do that.

He warily watched the vampire pick up the blindfold, but that didn't bother him that much. There were a few clients who used them on him before although it was true that he didn't fear any of them like he did this one. The kick caught him off guard, knocking the breath out of him throwing him to one side. He caught himself before he toppled over and gave Loki a hard look before he quickly lowered his gaze. Upset but obedient, he stripped and hesitated at his 'accessories' but made the decision to keep them before he kneeled back before Loki.

At the question, he turned his eyes from te vampire to the displayed items. "Are we talking about tonight or out of everything?" There was a difference if Loki didn't intend to hurt him badly tonight. Hoping that Loki wouldn't use the knowledge against him, he pointed to the whip with the blades. That would open him right up if it was ever used on him and healers or not, he was afraid. "But that's not for tonight."


Loki chuckled at the request, "No, I will present options as to what we do, you will choose between them. The point of this is to watch you writhe under my workings, silly thing." He chastised lightly, hooking his heel around Lindsey's shoulder to shove him back down to hands and knees so he could prop his feet up once again. "And tonight, later on has not yet been decided. I will inform you when I do decide." He purred out, tongue sliding over his own fangs. "I will be drinking from you tonight, I will most likely be fucking you tonight and you will be given the paddle tonight." He confirmed with a smile. The ginger was currently in the fridge.

He stood now, leaving Lindsey alone on the ground as he walked slowly around his table, fingers tracing over his blades and other instruments of amusement. Torture, whatever word you'd use for it. "With good behavior, you can also earn clothing. We will not be entering any areas that will mind if I bring you along with solely a cock leash and a gag. Perhaps a pair of clamps." His fingers twitched over the silver clasps, meant to pluck on to nipples and not let go. "So, I'd suggest you behave yourself, but if not, well, more fun for me and the public eye later on."

He slid his fingers lovingly along the handle of the whip, "No, not for tonight, in that you are correct. Choose a blade, and a toy to open yourself up with. There is oil beside the bed. Spread yourself out on your back and give me a show. I do love stretching you open, but by bit, but currently I'm in a mood to spectate more than participate. Go, don't be shy now."


Lindsey grimaced when he found himself pulled off his balance and had to catch himself on his hands. Before he could get up, Loki kept him in place already with the feet on his back. He sighed inwardly and resigned himself unhappily to his position. This was, compared to all his other options, perhaps the easiest task already. He just cringed a little at the reminder of the paddle and the idea of ginger being used in places it had no right being.

"You're taking me to a sex club?" Lindsey ventured to guess, his stomach already dropping out from under him at that idea. That meant public humiliation, a place designed to humiliate, and the idea that Loki could force him to service anyone and everyone in such a place had the lawyer feeling sick again. Surely, that couldn't be what Loki had in mind. He looked down, trying to compose his thoughts together.

He glanced up again at the command, then followed Loki's hands to the items spread on the table. There was a moment of undisguised hate, then Lindsey pulled himself together and got up so he could get one of the items properly. If Loki wanted him to stay on his knees, he better speak up.

After a bit of looking, Lindsey chose a small simple dildo, smooth sides and shaped almost artistically, so without the lewdness that other items did. It was flared at the base in not quite a plug style, but it would stretch him sufficiently. Then he took up a small knife and sliced his thumb very lightly. It was small, smooth, and very sharp. He barely felt the knife go in at all and it didn't sting even when a very thin line of blood welled up. That was as good as it could get.

Lindsey took a few deep breaths then moved over to the bed to sit on the edge where the oil was. "If.... If I behave," it took a lot for him to say these words, even though there had been so much done to him over the past few months, "can tonight just be the sex? No paddle."


Loki's lips curled up, "No." He said simply, "You have ten, and that's all you'll get if you behave yourself." His voice is calm, imperious, giving no room for argument or debate. Lindsey needed to sample what being under the paddle was like, it would serve as a nice threat if Lindsey decided to get out of line. Loki had seen Sub's who could take the knife without flinching or the whip with only moans in response, turn into sobbing, begging messes under the influence of a stalk of ginger pressed into their holes. The burning of it was maddening, and coupled with the constant clench and release that the paddle brought it just made it that much worse.

Lindsey looked sinful, blush on his cheeks, having set the blade aside though he would need it soon enough. Loki was going to have fun seeing just how far Lindsey would go in slicing himself up under Loki's command. He had a small armory of plans for his lawyer at this point, how he would tremble at Loki's feet in the club. How he would look on his knees and sobbing as Loki carved a gorgeous pattern of scars into his back. Or on his knees, gagging on Loki's cock, hands and feet bound, hole dripping with Loki's come and eyes blindfolded so he was utterly helpless.

He was so shy it was almost adorably, struggling to push down his shame. Perhaps Loki should make him beg for his mercy, each and every little leniency should be accompanied with explicit descriptions and pleas for Loki not to do them. Thin lips stretched again, eyes narrowing only slightly as he snatched up the riding crop, twirling and stroking it idly between his fingers. "Go on now, I do have plans."


For precisely that reason was Lindsey wanted to avoid the paddle. It was what Lindsey was afraid of and what the lawyer had been trying to avoid. While his tolerance for pain had increased with his increased exposure to such things, this was something on a whole new level. He wasn't a strong man to begin with, stubborn perhaps but that worked against him here. After treating the vampire to one more heated look, he lowered his head and focused back on the dildo in his hands.

To begin, he poured an ample amount of oil onto his hands, coating the smooth plastic liberally while he experimentally reached one hand back to touch a finger to his hole. He jumped at the cool slick touch, cheeks flaming red and a mask of embarrassed concentration, but he wasn't shying away awkwardly like he used to. His touch was more steady, instantly working to coat himself with as much as he could.

His finger slid in smoothly, working it's way in when he realized that he wasn't giving Loki the best vantage point. Furtively glancing at the vampire, Lindsey's felt his blood rush to his cheeks but he slowly shifted until he laid back on the bed, legs bent at the knees and spread to his sides until his hole, with his finger still prying it open, was there for the vampire's viewing pleasure. Looking st Loki again as if he almost wanted to seek the man's approval, he waited for several seconds then proceeded again with a soft brush of his prostate. That was one of the few pleasures he learned about what he did, and though shame still consumed him, it still made it easier to bear than not at all.

A second finger joined the first with lewd squishes from how much lube he used. Biting his lower lip on embarrassment, he began scissoring himself open regardless. He stopped before he put in the third, and when it looked as if Loki was ready to use the crop on him, he picked up the dildo and worked its head into himself.


Loki hummed his approval as Lindsey corrected his flawed position, cocking his head to the side slightly as he watched Lindsey work himself with his fingers. That became tedious swiftly though and he silently conveyed his message by twitching the crop in his hands, Ah, such an adorable thing, he's learned well. Lindsey shifted down and pressed the toy into himself, tight little hole stretching around the plastic. Loki briefly wondered if he was used to putting on a show, and then decided not given how awkwardly he did it.

The lube was dripping on to the sheets but Loki didn't pay it any mind. The maids would clean it when they left tomorrow. He stood and slowly approached, demeanor casual, as if Lindsey was just perched on the bed and wasn't working himself ready for Loki's cock. He offered an approving smile, "Good boy." He praised gently and trailed the crop down the line of his jaw before drawing his arm back and whipping him hard across the cheek with it. Now as hard as he could but hard enough to make a small cut.

"Bored." Loki said as an explanation, stilling Lindsey with the tip of the crop under his chin in the next moment, tilting his heads back so they could make eye contact and Loki could give a low and deadly smile. "You have learn your way around your own form, though. Accepted the wonders of the prostate as well I see. I think I'll ask you the same thing as last time, do you still consider yourself heterosexual? Can you even maintain an erection when fucking a female. Have you even tried?"


Lindsey's eyes began following the vampire warily when the older creature lifted himself to move towards him, the crop being the center of his attention. For the moment Loki seemed to be holding the item like it was something for him to be hanging onto, to taunt and prod the lawyer with, so Lindsey dismissed it as not too threatening. His mistake.

He yelped when the tip of the crop came crashing down.on his sensitive cheek, cutting a thin line across his cheek that beaded up a tiny droplet of blood. Hatred burned from his smoldering gaze like he wanted it to burn towards the sadistic demon, just barely contained by the tight press of his lips. He stopped as indicated.

"Of course I can!" Though admittedly not recently but that didn't mean anything, he decided. It was just that after he got pushed into this, he lost all interest in casual sex, not that he had any sex life before this.

He pulled the toy out with a soft groan and let it fall to the side on the bed, preferring that even though his hole now felt gaping and empty. Loki was getting bored anyway. He tried to ignore how snug it had felt with his inner walls wrapping around the toy and pushing against his ring, instead bristled up at the vampire.


Loki's lips curved up, "Good boy." He praised gently, trailing his fingers through Lindsey's hair and stepping away casually. "Come now, I'm not quite hungry yet, still full from that man's vile blood." He murmured and almost as an afterthought reached out and hooked two fingers into his collar to drag him forward. He led him to the kitchen before releasing him. "Over the table." Loki snapped his fingers at the indicated bit of furniture. "Hands behind your back."

The instructions were delivered coolly and calmly as he made his way to his table full of toys, selecting the simple metal chain with twist lock on the end. He got impatient with the time it took Lindsey to retrieve himself from the ground and get himself into position so he simply shoved him into place before sliding the chains through the hoops on the leather cuffs. Ha gave a little tug to make sure they were properly fastened before snatching up the gag and pulling it taunt between his teeth.

He gave a little hum, tongue sliding over his teeth, before snatching up the crop from where he'd put it down and trailing it down over the curve of his ass, just disappearing between his cleft. He nudged his legs wide apart and pressed him further into the table, exposing him completely. "Sweet thing, not that yo're all ope, les get your punishment over with now,." He purred gently before setting the crop down beside him and sauntering over to the fridge.


Admittedly, Loki not being hungry because he fed on those two back at the club was part of the reason Lindsey told the vampire to go ahead with his dinner. At least those two hadn't died in vain, it earned Lindsey a moment of respite. But while it saved him from some things, it soon became obvious that it couldn't protect him from everything as being dragged across the room to the kitchen table showed.

Lindsey clumsily tried to comply, still recovering from the half drag, half impromptu crawl across the room. Apparently it still wasn't enough as he soon found himself manhandled, skin crawling from where the vampire touched him and an insane part of him wondered if he would ever get used to the undead's frigid touch.

"Can—" Whatever hew as going to say was countered as the gag went in place, uncomfortably wide, impenetrably solid, and spread his mouth open so it gaped obscenely around the presence of the gag. Then he was pushed into the table and he twitched at the crop ghosting over his skin. He made a noise, that muffled, came out sounding like a moan. Stripped, his bare cock was pressed against the table's edge and he felt it twitch a little in anticipation. This was punishment enough without even the paddle, that the idea of something Lindsey was honestly fearing was causing his cock to twitch. He tried to push his face onto the table's surface to cool its burning instead.


Loki selected the stalk of ginger from the fridge before returning to Lindsey. With the long fingers of one hand he pried open the cheeks of his ass, exposing his slick ad stretched hole. He considered adding more lube to the ginger but discarded the idea with a little smirk as he pressed the blunted tip inside. It was peeled, smooth, and tapered to a dull point, a thin dildo that was inserted into the man over the table, knowing the man’s warmth would aid heat it and multiply the effects.

Loki knew the burning would start almost immediately, within a minute the effects would take hold and the almost pleasant tingle would soon turn into an almost unbearable burning. Then, with the aid of time and the paddle, it would be plain unbearable. Loki had gagged his toy as a way to avoid the unavoidable begging and bargaining that always resulted when h played this particular game with his pets, perhaps Loki would ungag him halfway through the punishment, just to hear him plead a bit, he did it so sweetly as well.

He didn’t move for a couple long minutes, watching as Lindsey twitched, and then wriggled and then started fighting against the bonds and squirming in an effort to try and relieve himself of some of the effects of the ginger in such a very vulnerable place. Loki only smirk when the angry sounds through the gag turned desperate and pleading, knowing that each involuntary clench of the mortal’s body in an attempt to expel the foreign substance from his body would only intensify the burn as he milked the juices from the ginger.


At first it wasn't too bad, just a coldness and fibrous roughness that felt uncomfortable, like someone had stuffed tissue up his hole. But then the burning started and Lindsey began wriggling, squirming, writhing on the table surface like a landed fish or a worm out of the soil. He groaned against his gag, whined and made noises of desperation as he became caught between trying to not do anything at all or pushed his sensitive walls even closer around the offending object while he tried to squeeze the thing out. It became a fire than felt like it was burning him alive, and at the end of a few minutes of exposure and the corners of his eyes became wet with tears.

He didn't quite sob into the gag, but it came close as his whining grew in pitch and intensity, culminating to a muffled loud scream when the first smack of the paddle came down on his unprotected posterior. The flat surface stung hard on his buttocks, but even that sort of pain had been nothing compared to how he was forced to clench around the stick of fire and milked its burning liquid steadily into his vulnerable ass.

His muffled noises became louder with the next swat as the gag effectively blocked his curses and cries, turning them all into wordless noises of pain and suffering all the same. He pressed his cheek harder against the table as he shifted in absolute agony. It hadn't been more than five hits but he already lost count of the number of them when each just worked to bring more pain to him. It wasn't a sharpness like actual pain was, but a slow searing burn that effectively shriveled his manhood of any interest at all. At least in this he was still normal.


Loki took his time, selecting the paddle from his table, waiting until he saw Lindsey start to tremble before bringing it down for the first hit. It wasn't nearly as hard as it could have been, but it was certainly enough to bruise and make a hell of an impact. It rocked the lawyer forward and the stifled scream that came forth was music to his ears. The full body spasm that came along with the next had him laughing lightly. "Eight more, sweetheart." He had no idea if Lindsey actually heard him or not and honestly, he didn't care very much.

He hit again, and again until Lindsey was shaking so hard the table was moving with him and the skin around his wrists was growing red and raw from how hard he was pulling against his restraints. How quaint. But Loki did have a modicum of mercy. Kind of. So he set the paddle aside, just for the moment, as he unhooked the gag, letting it fall to the table and Lindsey's broken and shaking sob rang forth through the room. "Half done now." He murmured, tracing his fingers along the burning reddened flesh of his ass that Loki took in like a painter when he'd finished his masterpiece. Far from finished though, Loki was going to have fun turning him into a perfect canvas.

"It hurts, doesn't it? You see now, this is no pleasure with this, there is no double edge to this sword. Its torment, simply that, there are ways, of course, to dull the burn. To rigger your masochistic tendencies. But I decided to show you that there are many ways to hurt, not just with knives and whips. So, this will be your punishment if you misbehave. Something to avoid, don't you agree? Feel free to scream darling." he sad as he stepped back and took up the paddle again. "Five more. Next time I will make you count for me." And then he brought the paddle down hard, quickly, four times in sequence, pausing for a moment right before the last one, ignoring the litany of pleas and ugly sobs coming from the mortal, just taking the last swing down.

He tossed the paddle back on the table and slid a hand down Lindsey's shaking, sweaty back. he removed the ginger, tossed it into the trash before unlinking his cuffs, setting the chain aside. "On your knees now, pet, and thank me for your lesson."




Loki smiled slowly as Lindsey crumpled to his feet and obeyed so prettily. "Don't mourn the loss of your arousal, pet, it will be back soon enough." he assured, maybe threatened, it was hard to tell at this point. He crouched down ad cupped his chin, trailing his fingers along the line of his jaw before yanking him upwards and offering a comforting little kiss, dry and chaste, over Lindsey's stretched and swollen lips. "You beg so nicely, I think I'd like to hear more of it soon." He murmured before releasing his ace and hooking his finger in the hoop of his collar. He forced the trembling man to his feet, a pointed look telling him to remain that way.

He was't going to let his newest pet just cul up and throw a little pity party for himself. He returned to his table of toys, uncoiling a long metal leash from the bag and using his speed to clip it on to Lindsey's collar before the man could even flinch, smirking down at him and wrapping the hold around his hand, tugging the mortal along after him. He chose a long length of chain before casually tossing Lindsey on to the bed. He was on him in a second, cuffing his ankles and attaching the cuffs to his leather bracelets, forcing Lindsey's back into a pretty little arch, hands pulled down and legs bent up, leaving him barely able to move.

Loki pulled back, admiring his little display. "Gorgeous." He praised, going back once again to his table of tricks. "Now, we're going to play a game, won't that be fun?" A blindfold, the blade Lindsey had chosen before, and a pair of nipples clamps all lay out in front on him on the bed.


Lindsey knew he was an ungainly sight, face reddened, tear streaked, shame and pain and hate all mixing into an inseparable mess in the depths of his blue eyes. He looked up at Loki when guided to, but he wasn't keen on doing it by himself. When released, he looked away again and was caught off guard by the pull that all but yanked him up by his neck to his feet. At least the ring had been in front and he hadn't been choked that way.

But trembling still he remained where he was, tired before they even properly started and self conscious about what a state he was in. Even had Loki not used his vampiric speed to his advantage, Lindsey still wouldn't have struggled much, not when he realized there was nowhere to struggle to. The leashing ended up with him dragged to the bed, where he fell in and seconds late found himself practically hog tied in bed. He wriggled, but that ended up with him no more able to move than a little rocking on his side. In this position his chest jutted out, and although he knew there was little he could do about things in the long run, he tried to push his legs together even though it sharp burns to continue searing his ass.

At least he managed to stop his sobbing and got himself back to some small measure of control. "Do I get to say no?" he shot back with just a tiny note of defiance to his tone caught up in a stream of wariness. Weariness too, but he doubted there would be any respite for him when they had barely started, and he had absolutely no doubt that before long Loki would draw his humiliation from him to leave no room for any such exhaustion.


Loki laughed at the snapped comment, some fire in him yet, despite his helplessness and pain and the vampire's grin only widened. "Yes." He responded, "But it will earn you a far more severe punishment than simply not answering a question." Loki said gently, ignoring the reaction in favour of moving so he could thumb and pinch at Lindsey's pink little nipples until they were stiff and flushed. "So, here are the rules. I'm not one for confidentiality laws, so when I ask you about your previous clients, you will answer. Understand?" He asked rhetorically, snatching up one clamp and snapping it in place.

"Rule two; if you refuse to answer or try to sidestep the question in some way, I will tighten the clamps. Once the clamps are tight enough I will begin using this," He flicked the blade up so it caught and glinted in the light. "To make a more severe impact." He purred out, tucking the handle into his belt as he fastened the blindfold around Lindsey's eyes, blinding the man to Loki's silent actions.

He snapped the second clamp on. "Rule three; if you're a good boy and obey me, if I never have to get to the knife as a form of punishment," He specified for reason known only to him for the time being, "you will earn a reward. This can either be choosing the toys in our next game, or gaining something to wear when we go out tomorrow. Your choice." He purred before shoving Lindsey to his front, making sure his head was turned to the side so the mortal could breathe. "Now, who was the first creature you served after me, expand on what he demanded of you."


Lindsey suppose he should have expected an answer like that, though he did manage to glare back a little at the given response regardless. The glare wavered though when Loki's fingers began pinching and rubbing at his sensitive nubs, the glare was invaded by something far less severe. He tried to maintain the hatred, but it was hard when he was busied by such distraction that sent him wriggling and twitching. Good thing the question was rhetorical too, for just as he started to protest, the clamp came down on his blood engorged nipples and caused Lindsey to do nothing short of yelping from the pain.

He was breathing heavily as Loki continued his explanations, making a soft noise when the blade came out then a louder one of surprise when the blindfold robbed his sight from him. The other clamp caught him completely off guard afterward and he yelped again, flopping a little on the bed until he finally resorted to just staying still to lessen the itchy-pleasure-pain of what was being done to his nipples. He listened as Loki outlined the last of his rules, and when he was pushed forward, it was so completely unexpected that he nearly screamed when he landed on clamped nubs. He dropped off into pained whimpers afterwards, and although he couldn't curl up, he did try to sink into the covers.

After a while, the pain receded enough for him to answer. "She," he corrected sharply, or as sharply as he could despite the slight whine that still dogged his voice. "She was a vampiress, and she was only interested in blood, nothing else."


Loki hummed his understanding as he slid his fingers down Lindsey's back, tracing down over the sensitive skin just over his spine and dipping into his cleft to stroke lightly over his abused and ultra sensitive hole. He teased there for a moment before responding. "So she was the one who sank her fangs into you first, then? Drank from your... let me guess, neck? Probably, traditionalists have no sense of creativity. Sad, really. Drank until you were woozy and relieved once you realized that your blood was all she wanted." He purred out, amusement thick in his voice.

He teased the tip of a single finger inside. "Did you like the burn of the bite? I remember it well, every vampire does, I was very, very young. She was gorgeous, I have to admit, I killed her several centuries later when I was resentful for what she'd turned me into." He noted casually, "There, a fact for a fact, even trade, no? Next question, who else as fucked you?" He pressed the finger in and crooked it down, pressing into his prostate.

He'd had many, many years of playing with humans, cutting them up and studying them, he had a very good idea of where their erogenous zones were and how to detect them. Like the frankly adorable little dimples at the base of Lindsey's back that just begged for attention. Which Loki gladly gave, twisting the single finger inside of him.


Lindsey's face flushed but it had little to do with the actual intrusion into his body. Oh, that burned and he still writhed at it even as he involuntarily clenched down around the vampire's cool digit. It was almost soothing compared to the burn that still echoed within him.

But the reason of his flush was to do with the question itself, and the slight twitch of what hung between his legs showed he did remember the bite, and remember it well. She hadn't been rough on him even though he had trembled like a shaking leaf under her touches. He tried to keep it cool, but after Loki he had automatically thought the worse and exuded fear in quantity, but she remained tender and drank from his neck in such a way that the pleasure had rivaled sex. "Yes," he whispered, trailing off into a moan when Loki pressed into his prostate. His cock began lifting its head in interest.

He shifted uncomfortably when the finger was no longer pressing on his prostate. At least, it was better to think he was shying from that than the question being plied to him. "... your question is too vague," he protested, hoping it was valid to delay answering something by asking for clarification. "I don't know how—!" He cried out though when the finger suddenly twisted and he experienced a different sort of pleasure. Steadily, his erection grew.


Loki's eyes narrowed at the lack of answer, debating for a moment whether or not to see the reluctance as defiance. But he let it go, for the moment, in favor of pressing in a second digits, easily slipping inside as stroking the silky inner walls. "Who," He purred, words slow, "Has shoved their cock into this tight little ass of yours and used it for your pleasure. Who has worked you open, or made you bleed, and made you scream from the mix of pain and pleasure." He clarified, expressing his lack of patience as he hissed the words out.

He could smell the arousal growing in the air, the sweetheart so much more pliable to Loki's touches this time around, the sharp stimulation against his nipples. His teeth grit when the answer hesitated and he fisted his hand in the brown hair and yanked him farther back so he could tighten one of the clamps before dropping him back on to the bed without grace or concern. "There we go." he hasn't missed out Lindsey's breath had hitched at the memory of the bite.

"When I bite you, pet, I will make you scream, I will drain you ever so slowly and the only reason I've spared spilling your blood so far is because the first time I make you bleed, it will be with my teeth. Unless, of course, you misbehave. Have you ever came as you being bit, because you were bit, I've bee assured its quite intense. Answer both Pet, right now." A brutal twist and turn then, right into the little bundle of nerves.


Lindsey shook his head, wincing a little at the fingers that were pushing their way in. Not from pain though, but from the residual burn that was slowly transforming into a pleasurable tingle at the soothing coolness of the vampire's digits. Unable to help himself, he moaned a bit at Loki's dirty answer to the clarified question.

He faltered in answering, not because he didn't want to, but he still didn't get what Loki wanted. Names? Descriptions? What did the vampire want?! But then it was too late and he cried out, nearly screaming, when the clamp tightened and he was dropped back. A spasm ran through him and he whimpered, breath hitching as he struggled to answer the next question quickly.

"... Yes... yes I've came!" Shame flushed him along with his pleasure-pain as he sobbed to the extreme stimulation. He was hard now, completely and straining from how it was trapped and rubbing between his legs and the bed. He tried ignore it as he concentrated on what he was being asked. "But... it wasn't because I was bit." The vampire who made him come had been fucking him then too, surely that had been the main reason he came even though it was the bite that pushed him over the edge. He made another dry sob and tried to shy away from where Loki was. "And I thought you already made me bleed... last time."


Loki smirked, "Not this time though, darling, it will some soon. Blood changes, the flavour moves. Do you know why Slayer blood tastes the sweetest, little one? They go through so much in such a small amount of time. Whether they were in training or not, it scars them, warps them so quickly that it leaves a taint that's just... delicious." He murmured into the skin between his shoulder blades. He dragged his tongue slowly to the back of his neck, fingers tracing the curve of his stomach, just brushing along his cock as his other fingers twisted deep inside of him, giving a cruel little crook every now and then to make sure he had Lindsey's full attention.

"How many then, since you don't seem to be able of processing anything larger than one or two word answers at the moment, how many have you used. Fucked you. Bent you over and stuffed you full of their cock until you writhed under them, desperate and needy." He clarified, nibbling at the skin of his ear before backing off again, perched on his knees, back straight to stare down at the writhing man underneath him.

He had accepted the answer since it seemed so torn from him and the little thing seemed so utterly and honestly confused as to what Loki wanted him to do. So, for now, he accepted the half excuse as the mortal struggled to catch his breath and tamper down his shame from being so utterly wanton under Loki's ministrations. "Rut against the sheets, get some friction on your pretty cock for me, but don't you dare come." His hand that had been teasing the outline of his shaft now curled around the chains and pulled up, bending Loki a little further back so he could wiggle his hips enough to obey.


Lindsey, eyes closed, pressed his burning cheeks into the sheets more. Even the nice sheets underneath him were getting warmed by his shame and he twisted in an attempt to search out for a cooler spot. It was just as well that he was pulled back at the same time, wrenching another of his soft gasps from him that came in more regularity when he started, hesitantly at first, to flex his hips in obedience.

He rutted along the sheets, their silky smoothness providing as much friction as they didn't, and it was an exercise in frustration as well that his cock would slide along its surface rather than get caught up in their folds like it would have for cheap cotton. As the flex of his hips grew more frantic, he groaned. He doubted he would've been able to come from this even if the humiliation was enough to make him drip.

"I lost count..." Six months had seen him be used by a lot of people, less frequently at first but more in number as the months passed. In the past three months he barely made it through a week without at least one client, sometimes twice and last week, even three times. Not everyone used him for this purpose but when it was made apparent that they could, many of them did. And monsters, he learned, had no morals regarding gender. "Over a dozen," he answered, shamed by the words as if it was his personal fault that he was being used this way. "But I'm not... not needy."


Loki laughed, a little incredulously at the claim of it. "Not... needy?" He asked with a smirk before flipping Lindsey to his side and letting him wiggle helplessly for a moment before he calmed himself. "You are the epitome of need, pet, you're desperate for it after just a few fingers in your ass. Why don't you beg me, sweetheart, beg me to let you come. BUt... I won't." He laughed as he slowly licked a stripe up the side of Lindsey's pulsing shaft before moving off of the bed all together, letting his pet lie helpless and wanting.

"I won't, until you tell me what I want to hear. I want the truth, how much you loved being used like a toy, how much you tried to deny how hard you were as they ripped you apart inside and out. I want you to admit that you love this, that the pain of my knife, the very sight of my fangs, can spike your arousal to alarming height." He purred, extending his fangs slowly as he moved to the table to grab a blindfold before fastening it tightly around Lindsey's eyes, blinding him to Loki's movements.

He stepped back then and left Lindsey simply lying there, bound and blindfolded, and as a punishment for the lie he twisted the other clamp tighter before giving them a little tug, just because he could and he enjoyed seeing the lawyer jerk and yelp helplessly. He took his chair just to the side of the bed, legs crossed, eyes intent though Lindsey couldn't see it. With no idea of where his captor was, Loki had no plans to give him any clues, and remained silent.


Lindsey shuddered and wriggled into the air for several thrusts before it was clear that he wouldn't get any friction from the air. Reluctantly he stopped, as if it was hard for him to, especially with the unexpected touch of cool but velvet soft and wetness gliding up his shaft. He whimpered and twisted his hips again to seek for more instinctively.

"I don't!" he protested, then cried out in a cut off scream when Loki twisted the clamps on his nipples further. They were biting cruelly into his sensitized nubs of flesh, and another yelp echoed when both of them got tugged. He whimpered and cried, limbs shaking from exertion from being bound in his current position. All he wanted to was curl up and hide his sensitive points, but instead, his limbs remained bound back so he had to jut out his chest and bare them from more torture.

"I can't help my body's reactions," he tried to reason after Loki dropped to silence. Uneasy by its length, Lindsey turned his head slightly in an attempt to locate where the vampire had disappeared off to. There was no breathing or body warmth to help clue him in, but he got the feeling that the man was still there somewhere, waiting, watching him. He didn't think the vampire left the room, but he couldn't tell if Loki was still where he was before.

When it stretched on even longer, Lindsey was starting to clearly be unsettled. "Loki?" he asked, trying to figure out where he was and failing at it.


"Your cock strains with your need, despite the pain you're leaking with arousal and even in your shame you can't help how badly you want." He murmured before disappearing back to the table and returned with a silver cockring that clipped on just under the head of his cock, attached to a thin leather strip that fastened another ring to its base, keeping him hard and restrained and utterly unable to come.

He vanished again, pacing silently by the bottom of the bed, lips curling in a cruel little smile, eyes mischievous like they never were with someone watching, voice almost playful as it reprimanded him. "Perhaps I can bring the ginger back, if you enjoy lying so much. Or I could put you over my knee and spank you, filthy slut that you are though, you'd enjoy that a little too much. So lets go back to basics." He murmured, stepping forward to hook two fingers into the collar and pulling tightly, cutting off his air and letting him try and gasp for it.

When he was sure the mortal was about to black out, he released him to breath, trying to soothe his burning lungs and the vampire vanished to another spot, taunting. He would not spill his blood again until the first bite, but at this moment, there were plenty of ways to punish him for his lies. Loki snatched an ice cube, twirling it between his cold fingers, it wouldn't melt in his hold as he waited for the next response, or protest, that would either earn Lindsey reprieve in exchange for his pride or a punishment due to his defiance.


The none too gentle manhandling of his cock and balls had Lindsey writhing and gasping, his shaft leaking in shameless need to verify everything that Loki was saying. Even robbed of his sight, the lawyer knew that his manhood had been bound and, in a way, he was grateful for it. One thing he hadn't quite... learned yet was how to control himself. Not to mention he didn't have this problem with others and no one was interested in making him 'behave' this way.

"No, don't! Please, don't!" Lindsey cried out at the threat of the ginger, just the memory of it bringing sympathetic burns to his ass. "I can't help— urgh!" Choked, he gasped and struggled for breath, mouth open and lips moving even as his chest heaved to to draw in air that wouldn't get past his constricted throat. He struggled, started to feel light headed, then suddenly he was released so he may gasp in his much needed air.

He spent several moments just gasping on the bed, cheek pressed to the sheets and trying to use that coolness to calm himself. His head turned warily when he heard the clink of something, but then there was nothing again. It was as if after being robbed of his sense of sight everything else became that much more acute. His strain to hear things around him, the pain in his chest, the need that hung heavy in his groin, the heat that was concentrated both in his cock and his burning ass. Since Lindsey wasn't asked a question this time, he tried not to say anything so as not to mess himself up worse.


"Tell me." Loki purred when the silence was thick enough to slice with a blade, "Confess as you would to a preacher. The first time under my blade you came harder than you ever had because you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the pain of it. And now, with a burn in your tight hole, that has been abused and used more times than you can count, with the humiliation of being bound and splayed for me, you're still hard. You like it, love it, it makes you writhe, being put in your place and cut apart. When I force you to your knees and have you choke on my cock, you will fight against it before you give in."

Loki was at his side in a moment, hissing into his ear like a viper, "And you will give in, little whore, because I demand it of you, because no matter how much you protest, nothing will get you off harder than being hurt, humiliated, than me slicing my knife into your skin and making you beg for more. Nothing at all. So if you'd prefer some mercy." He trailed his fingers over the tip of Lindsey's bound and leaking cock. "I suggest you start confessing. Tell me what you liked most about your other encounters, your favorite moments. And not with this," He tapped Lindsey's temple, "But with this." A loose first to glide over his shaft.

"What made you ache, what made you clench your hole with a need to be filled and cock fill and leak, what brought you to the edge of begging. Tell me, don't be stingy with the details, or we will move on to something much less... pleasant."


Lindsey sobbed against the words as much as what was demanded of him. The thought of baring himself like that, breaking to Loki's command and cutting his own soul open like that was too much. Words were always what he was good at, it was the weapon of his chosen profession, and now the vampire wished him to turn it against himself. He shook his head, it was too much.

Yet... what were the alternatives? He had no desire to be broken open, slashed and bleeding. Loki got it wrong though, he didn't like pain, he wanted to avoid it, but he wasn't sure he could at all cost.

"It's not pain," he started, breathing irregular due to the the fingers that kept playing over his cock. He bit his lower lip to stop it from quivering. "I don't get turned on from being beaten up, or hit, or bruised." The night he spent with the boxer came to mind, where the man had battered him until he could barely stand and he hadn't been turned on by that. "I don't know why I'm hard right now, I don't know why I'm such a sick fuck!"

He turned his face away and dragged in a shaky breath. "Yes I will fight against it! And yes I'll give in because you own me and I can't anything about it, I know that! That doesn't mean I want it!" He shook his head into the sheets then eventually turned back to face where he presumed Loki was. "None of this is what I want... but I'm hard anyway... I don't know why."


Loki waited patiently for the rant to be over before chuckling to himself "Oh, sweet lamb, there is a difference between pain and pain for the sake of pleasure. You have to find the balance between punishment," A pull at the chains that was just a bit too rough, "And reward," He slid his thumb around the tip of Lindsey's cock. He purred before leaving Lindsey to writhe. "And you get aroused from being put in your place, and you very much like my fangs." Loki's eyes glinted in the dulled light, just on this side of cruel.

"Your body craves it, loves it, your preference in your conscious mind had no impact once your subconscious takes over." He murmured into his ear, just a soft breath before nipping at the lobe and vanishing again with a touch of fingers down the skin of his back. "And I have all night, Lindsey." He took the cube now, tracing it over the sensitive peak of a nipple, the heated flesh making the ice melt much quicker than it ever would have in between Loki's fingers.

The sudden freeze on the abused flesh gave such an adorable reaction that Loki grinned, "Good boy." He purred, sounding sincere as he took a fresh cube after the other had melted and slid it around the other clamped nub, waiting until it melted and Lindsey was writhing and shivering madly, to pull away. "Now, answer me, which parts of your interactions with your other clients did you enjoy? Any more writhing around the question and I'll have to revert to a more efficient way of getting you to confess."


Lindsey couldn't deny that he did like Loki's fangs, not even while he writhed and gasped and whimpered between the expert touches of the vampire's chilling hands that both punished and rewarded. He had the first time Loki showed him how they slid out, was absolutely fascinated by them, and that hadn't changed despite how many others had bit him. It was just as well that Lindsey couldn't see the cruelty that lit the vampire's eyes or saw how the other man truly wished to see him harm.

Too bad though, that also meant he was completely unaware of what was to come until the frigid burn landed on his sensitive bud. He cried out from the mind numbing shock of it, flopping and twisting on the bed in futile attempts to, if not get away, then at least twist himself to a new position. It got him nowhere but to pant heavily as his body tried to process the freezing abuse that was done to his two bundles of nerve endings. He shook where he laid, thinking that, at least, his nipples were now too frozen to feel anything.

It only lasted until they regained their senses, then it was as if they were burned by the air around them, he whimpered again from the extreme heat of frozen nerves thawing out. "I liked the gentle ones," Lindsey whimpered while his nipples, even completely untouched by the vampire, continued to torture him. "And I hated them... They never last." His hands clenched and unclenched behind his back. "I liked the ones who used me for my skills, my real skills... not as their whore or toy!" There had been a few like that, who used Lindsey's abilities with running magical rituals to act as adviser or even the head sorcerer, instead of using him as a living, breathing, blow up doll.


"But that's what you are... my whore... my toy." Loki purred as he curled his fingers around Lindsey's cock, stroking ever so lightly in reward. Poor thing was trying. Loki couldn't blame him for that. Well, he could, very easily, but he wasn't going to since the moral was already so desperate. "What would you like now, darling, do you want me to fuck you? Claim you one again, or perhaps you want the bite. I'm pretty sure you could come, despite the ring, if I would sink my fangs into you right now." Loki purred, obviously amused as he chuckled and bent to nibble at the lobe of Lindsey's ear.

But then he was pulling back and idly flipping Lindsey’s chosen knife in his hand, catching it by the handle effortlessly each time as he circled. “I considered drugging you, you know. A paralytic, keep you utterly pliant, but you’d still be able to feel everything, sense everything, as I fucked you and used you and tore you apart, but you would be unable to do a thing. You wouldn’t be able to scream despite the pain or squirm when I played with your pretty hole, or even beg when I teased you for hours, aroused without an erection.” He laughed lowly, just working up the pet with his words now. “But then I remembered how wonderfully you writhed, how you twitched and begged with your body as you spat out curses. How you fell to your knees so beautifully under the pain of my hands. And I couldn’t or myself of that pleasure.”

Loki stepped up behind him to unclip hands from ankles, though his hands were still bound snugly behind his back. He sat in his chair and parted his legs in obvious silent command, “Come here, I want to use your mouth for something other than amusement, before you get too hysterical.” He ordered, hands resting casually on the arms of the chair, blade hanging tauntingly from his fingers.


Lindsey arched into the touch, the slight nip, the purr that had him turning towards instead of away. At this point desiring something gentle that wasn't the burning of recovery or the cold that was inflicted on his body. He started to protest at his choices, but it turned out the questions were rhetorical anyway and Loki moved on divulging his other plans.

The lawyer could only whimper to the words as the vampire told them, the soft whine of horror and gratefulness in avoiding it emitted from his throat placed him even further into the vampire's power, but he couldn't stop it. Even as the idea of being at the mercy to the will of a sadistic monster, the thought of being so completely and totally helpless filled him with a gut wrenching terror, Lindsey was still reminded of how painfully hard his ringed erection was bobbing between his legs. Somehow, some part of those carefully painted words appealed to his body even as it frightened his mind. He was so completely messed up.

He gasped when he felt his limbs unlocked from each other and another soft helpless noise escaped him when that increased the circulation to awaken the pain in his stretched joints. He moaned but stretched out his aching knees, and still blindfolded, turned his head in the direction of Loki's voice. He couldn't see what Loki was doing, but he knew that tone by now, recognized it enough to be wary.

Blindfolded, his nipples still burning with pain, his cock killing him and his hands tied behind his back, not to mention he wasn't sure his newly released legs could support his weight, he wasn't sure he could get over to where he surmised Loki to be. "I can't get off the bed like this..." He tried to edge closer to it, but he went slowly, having no wish to roll off the edge due to any sudden moves.


"You will, move slowly, or it will be much less pleasant if I must guide you with anything other than my voice, now come. If you're quick about it I'll let you off with unbuttoning my pants with your teeth." He hissed out softly and the whisper he got was enough to draw a laugh from him. "There's a good boy, now come here, I'm still undecided whether or not to let you come tonight, it would be best not to provoke me at the moment." He said and smirking as Lindsey slowly started inching off of the bed towards him.

"There's my good slut, follow the sound of my voice. What shall I speak about, hm? How about my plans for you tomorrow. I've to meet some people I haven't seen in a long time, not people precisely but they appear so for the most part. Eliga, for example, is greatly looking forward to meeting you, he's an old friend of mine, one of the few, I'm thinking of giving you to him. Let him use you, not bite you, that is for my pleasure alone. He likes to play with toys differently than I do, a little to your left, pretty thing." He crooned as Lindsey got to his knees on the floor and slowly continued shuffling towards him.

"He likes to hold them on the edge, not tossing them into either pleasure or pain, he enjoys making them squeal and twitch and watch their arousal ebb and flow. I, as you know, enjoy taking my pets from one extreme to the next, while he enjoys the subtly of it. He'd fuck you dry, if I allowed it, while stroking your cock and pounding your prostate until your blood was all you had for lubricant and you were not longer sure if you were in agony or ecstasy. He's rather amusing, to be honest." He purred out, extending his leg to catch under LIndsey chin when he was close enough, guiding him in to between his legs.


With truly little choice left to him, Lindsey cautiously moved forward. Without the aid of his hands to help him balance made getting off the bed a trying task, but neither was the subsequent crawling over any easier. "I hate you..." He whispered fiercely under his breath even as he obeyed the vampire's command and went slowly to him. Lindsey bit his lip at the laughter that followed but it was more to keep himself from begging to be allowed release.

Half a year ago the thought of being shared like a toy would have bothered him, but now while he cringed still at the idea, it wasn't the thought of another monster's hands on him that bothered him anymore. Rather, what Loki described frightened him. "I won't get a healer until Monday," Lindsey protested, jaws clenching at the thought.

He flinched slightly at the brush of something against his chin, but relaxed a tiny fraction when all it did was guide him in to box between the vampire's legs. He didn't like the position, but it wasn't a bad one and, as much as he hated to admit it, a familiar one by now. It hurt though, the trek across the ground worked up the various sensitive areas around him and had him leaning against Loki's leg to catch himself.

"Don't... Don't give me to him," Lindsey said softly, not completely aware how close he laid to the vampire's crotch, that his breath was practically enough to brush against it.


Loki spread his legs and slowly, deliberately slow to make sure he didn't touch Lindsey's face, unzipped himself and drew his cock out, which was nearly painfully hard from the sight of his pet, so desperate and needy and so very close. "I'll do what I'd like, pet, and if I would like to continue using you even after your hole is torn and bloody I will do so." He said is casually, not threatening like a gentle reminder.

"I can bleed you to an inch of your life and simply fuck your holes whenever it takes my fancy for the last day. Or perhaps I'll finger you open slowly, make you scream for it, before tying your pretty ass in the air in the middle of one of my favorite clubs, fit you with a nice ring gag and let anyone who wishes to fuck your mouth or ass. I could tie you up and auction you off, the higher the bid the less rules they have restricting them for the time they had you. I could rent you by the hour for a night, until you were begging and pleading with me to bring you back here and clean you up. Until you were ready to beg yourself hoarse asking me to fuck you,, instead of them."

He slid his fingers through Lindsey's hair ad guided his lips to the tip of his cock, "Now suck, sweetheart, please me as best you can, and perhaps you'll earn yourself a reward. I'm sure you'd much prefer to choose which of my toys go where when I bind you to the bed." He said, letting go of his head completely to relax back into the chair, legs spread wide to give Lindsey plenty of room to work Loki's cock.


Lindsey began to shake from the onslaught of Loki's words. They were just words, but who better knew than a lawyer what the power of words and a binding contract behind them were? They painted such scenes of horror that Lindsey, even as jaded and steeled in his resolve to endure as he was, shook his head. His lips quivered like he was holding back from crying, although with the blindfold on, he truly could be overwhelmed to tears and it would have been the same.

"Why would you want to that?" he whispered in a hushed angry tone. Fearful. "What point is there to hurting and degrading me like that?"

But then he was guided forward and Lindsey bolstered himself to do as he was commanded. Slowly, he took Loki's cock completely into his mouth, without teasing licks or lathing with his tongue. Loki commanded him to suck so he gave him just that, taking the mushroom head and a little of the large length in, but not so far that it hit the back of his throat. As he had learned in the past several months, he tried not to think of the taste or what he was doing. The blindfold helped in that, although it made the taste of the vampire more prominent within his mouth. Again, he tried not to think about that as he tried to apply suction.

He had actually done this far less than one would expect in the span of a few months. His clients didn't all seek this sort of service, so though he became familiar enough to no longer struggle, he was far from being actually good at it. He didn't have either enthusiasm or real technique, but he was trying. The action became doubly awkward when he had no hands to rely on for balance and behind his back, his fingers clenched and unclenched in the air as he did his best to suck wetly on Loki's cock.


It was amusing and more than a little arousing, to watch Lindsey struggle to take his cock down, bound and movements severely restricted. Loki mused over the question as he let his pet work him over. "Why do I want that, you ask? What's the point to me actions? Those are stupid questions from such an intelligent slut. Because I want to, sweet thing, because it gives me pleasure to watch you writhe, because the smell of your fear is sweet. Because I like power and is there anything more indicative of my influence than being able to whore out my little pet, the same pet who has brought CEOs to their knees, who deals with devils and demons and hellfire and have him sit by my feet and beg for mercy. That, little one, is the point, that is exactly why I would want that."

His voice was silky smooth as he dropped one hand into his hair and shoved him downwards, almost choking him on his shaft, holding him there until he felt the panic start to boil inside of the mortal before releasing him and letting him gasp in air through his mouth, panting and pulse spiking. "You will focus, I said to please me, not to humour me, try your best with your disadvantages, little one, or we will move on to something much, much more fun." Those words might have been the most threatening thing Loki had said all night.

He pet a couple times through Lindsey's hair, affectionate and gentle and almost encouraging it it weren't for the taunting way he trailed his fingers down the side of his face, "Such a pliable thing, go on now." He urged, removing his hands and settling back, knees spreading slightly.


Lindsey was so ashamed. As Loki had pointed out, as a lawyer Lindsey was the best, the rising star, saved and broke CEO's and faced down demons, yet he was reduced to this, a set of holes for a sadistic monster to play with and a messed up slut who couldn't even sort out pain from pleasure. Behind his blindfold, the first of his tears were soaked up by the dark material as the full hell of his situation hit him. There was nothing he could say, do, bargain with if all Loki wanted was to see him suffer and be miserable.

Some of his fight left him after he choked and was nearly suffocated by the vampire's hard cock. He shivered from the thinly veiled threat and tilted his head up imploring to a soul that didn't exist. It was might as will that he wasn't able to see that light of sadism that must be shining in the vampire prince's eyes.

"I'm already whored out to you and brought to my knees at your feet..." Why must Loki degrade him further? Lindsey didn't know if he could pull together again after suffering being pimped out by a client indiscriminately. At least Wolfram and Hart picked their clients carefully... But this. Lindsey had no such faith.

So he tried to rally now while he could. "You are still responsible for me. If any of them break me as according to terms of our contract... It will be on your head Wolfram and Hart collect. You think they won't dare? They are only waiting for the opportunity."

Despite his words though, Lindsey still feared enough of what Loki may do to him now that he carefully groped for the vampire's cock again and took it back into his mouth. He was still awkward at it, but he dutifully added his tongue to stroke the tender underside along the vein as he sucked.


Loki just laughed, "I will not break the terms of the contract, little one, I am aware of how to control my peers well enough they keep you in one piece." He said and way of punishment to Lindsey's thinly disguised threat he leaned down and flicked at the nipple clamp, loving the way it may the lawyer jerk and whine in a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain that Loki had caught him in so well. He could almost feel the humiliation radiating off if him at the truth of Loki's words, the danger of his threats, Lindsey's last threats like the snarls of a wild dog who knew it was cornered, a last ditch effort to try and get out.

But then the mortal was behaving himself and sucking Loki in as best as he could, using his clever tongue to stroke Loki's length and suck hard, straining towards his goal. He let Lindsey work him for a few long minutes, until the lawyer's breath was becoming more ragged as he tried to minimize his gasps for air. The vampire indulged his pet for a moment and yanked him off. "The next time you seek to attempt to intimidate me by reminding me of your contract, I will choke you on my cock until your voice is too hoarse to use."

He hissed out, hand still tight in his hair as he bodily lifted him and threw him on to the bed again, the mortal ending up on his stomach, ass partly in the air, "Present yourself for me, show me what a little whore you are and you'll get your reward. I rather like you in the idea of panties, its a tempting image, the only question would be if I allow you to wear anything else." He said, walking towards to bed silently.


Lindsey struggled to please the vampire as his mouth and tongue worked furiously to get the Loki off so he could end this humiliation. It would merely lead into a humiliation of another sort as the vampire used new ways to break him but he wanted this over. He never got to complete his goal since he was dragged off before it got to that point.

With no hands to use, Lindsey balanced precariously in Loki's grip, dangling painfully by his hair and wet lips open to gasp frantically in pain and for breath. "I wasn't- Ah!" His protest was cut abruptly when that unforgiving hold clenched tight enough to hurt. Before he could react more, he was suddenly sent sailing through the air.

For a heart stopping moment Lindsey thought he had gone too far, that this was the last straw and the vampire was going to dash his brains out against a wall. Even though he logically knew it couldn't be, that Loki wouldn't break their contract like this, but he couldn't see and he only knew he was flying at a speed where landing would hurt.

Except it was the bed he fell heavily onto, on his front and without either hands or even visual warning for the landing. As soft as the bed was, he still let off a terrible wail when his tortured nipples impacted on the sheets. It was like someone had poured honey on them before feeding them to ants and the itching pain sensation flared with an intensity that left the lawyer wrenched with wrecking sobs. He couldn't obey Loki's command even if he wanted to, and at the very most, as he struggled to recover through pained hitches of breath, was to spread his legs behind him in a feeble half sprawl.


Loki watched with a tilt of his head as Lindsey writhed in a way that would have been pathetic if it hadn't been Loki's goal. He'd worked him to a point of near hysteria and with a chuckle he noted the mortal's cock had started dripping on to the sheets. "Oh, how sweet, barely able to breathe and you're still such a slut. And you smell... sweet." He murmured, the pupils of his eyes suddenly flaring and his fangs slowly slid out as he approached.

To bite or not to bite, that is the question, to paraphrase an old friend of his. Lindsey would be wonderfully pliable if he was even weaker than he was now, but Humans were so fickle when it came to losing blood and Loki didn't want his pet losing his arousal because of it. So Loki shoved his pants down slightly more to draw his cock out entirely, languidly stroking himself as he pulled Lindsey back to the edge of the bed. He yanked his hips up and spread his knees out into position, taking the time to thumb at his slick hole teasingly. He reached down to snap off the cockring with two precise movements, Lindsey's cock bobbing free as Loki set the restraints aside.

"Hips up, little one, no rutting against the bed." Loki's cock was throbbing in constant demand and the vampire wasn't in the mood to wait any longer. So he took a steel grip of Lindsey's hips and plunged himself to the hilt in one harsh movement, filling up his willing captive and watching him jerk and mewl deliciously.


Lindsey nearly came when the ring came off so soon after the teasing, crying out in the moment when pressure was released. That too was a sort of pleasure and pain, and only the threat of further punishment kept Lindsey from losing his control there before the vampire. Instead, he struggled to obey, concentrating on getting into position like Loki told him although if not for the vampire's bruising grip around his hips, he doubtless would have fallen back into the bed.

Helpless to the vampire's maneuvering, he moaned as he struggled to hold posture, hands waving locked behind his back while knees spread and dug into the bed for purchase. There was no helping the way his shoulders sank into the covers but he found the position easier to maintain without suffocating when he concentrated on little things, like spreading legs, his balance, trying to be centered. Still, he nearly collapsed into the bed again when Loki entered him in one swift push.

His cry came out as some form of strangled, gutteral noise between a scream and a whimper but he only thrashed a bit in the bed, thankfully still held up so his nipples remained just above the sheets. Suddenly, Lindsey was very glad of how he was slicked and prepared for this.

"Please... Loki..." He begged through gritted teeth, "The... The clamps." He was still held up but he wouldn't stay that way for long. "R-remove them."


Loki groaned as the hot heat enveloped him, barely allowing for a moment to adjust as he fucked in hard and fast, not quite as brutal as he could be but certainly giving Lindsey's delicate hole more than a bit of a beating. He laughed, low in his throat, at the desperate request. "Hmm, perhaps in a bit," His voice was honey and full of taunts, one hand sliding up his stomach to thumb at the little clamp, coaxing another scream from his pet.

Lindsey writhed so beautifully under the touch, hands going a bit white from how hard he was pulling on the restraints. It was cute, how he bucked and gasped for breath while trying so hard to keep any pressure off of the little clamps, it was fruitless as his form struggled to take it, nevertheless hold itself up. And with the torment he had gone through his body was more than ready to simply collapse, damn the pain, and perhaps if the little thing was good enough Loki would let him come without begging himself hoarse.

Loki let his had slide back down to pump his cock, letting go abruptly whenever he could feel Lindsey getting close to the edge. He fucked him hard and fast, holding himself back just slightly until the lawyer started shaking, hard and almost violently, and Loki finally gave mercy and decided to prove a point at the last minute. He yanked Lindsey back from where he was weakly sobbing and panting to sink his fangs into the curve of his neck, nearly laughing around the gush of blood as he felt the mortal tense up and come hard, triggering Loki's own release as the walls spasmed around him.


The maddening pace that Loki kept pounding him with worked to drive him towards the brink of insanity. The hand pumping his cock was too much, and as each squelching pull around his leaking, brimming shaft dragged him further off that cliff that he hung onto only by the skin of his teeth, Lindsey let off a pitiful mewling cry. He tried to hold on, some conditioned part of his mind fearful enough to not want to come without given permission, by he was beyond himself. Each hard thrust that pounded into his ass at the same time slammed into his prostate. The pleasure and pain has blended together so much he couldn't differentiate the two extremes anymore.

Lindsey heard screams, especially when the extreme simulations were made even more intense when his abused nipples were eventually pushed repeatedly into the bed in beat to the ramming force that pistoned his ass. He didn't even realize the noise came from himself.

So far gone was he that no reserve was left at all when the sweet bite came. It hurt like the sting of a thousand poisonous wasps, but was so intense that he came with a hoarse gurgled cry. He couldn't control it, he didn't even think to try. Like a floodgate released, Lindsey came harder than he ever had before, harder than what all the depravity that he was subjected to was able to force out of him. He didn't need to beg himself hoarse, he lost his voice from the cry that was wrenched from him a surely a his cum was. Fucked and cummed out, he became cum dripping, sagging excuse of a mortal supported up only by the vampire's grip on his severely bruised hips.


Loki dropped the limp and twitching form once he was done, licking the wound slowly so it stopped bleeding. He pulled away, tucking his cock back into his trousers and arching his back, hands stretching high above his head in a languid stretch. He nearly purred as he advanced on the bed, sliding his fingers over Lindsey's form and smiled at the resulting shudder that was barely there it was so weak. He dragged his hand down the expanse of his back to hook in the clasp of the cuffs and unclip them.

He tossed them back on the table before turning Lindsey over to his back in a way that was almost gentle. He removed the little clamps and relished the hoarse mewls he got in return as the sensation rushed back into them and Lindsey seemed to be trying hard just to focus. But Loki wasn't done just yet, snatching a buttplug from his array of toys and slipping it in, holding his own come inside the mortal, looking forward to playing with him later.

Finally he removed the blindfold, having dimmer the lights slightly to accommodate the human's delicate senses. He ran a hand through his own hair before picking up his pet and depositing him on the pillows, drawing the blanket up over the shaking form. He settled himself against the headboard, legs out in front of himself as he pulled Lindsey's head into his lap so he could pet gently through his hair, soothing him back down from the high. "Relax now, little one, you have a moment of respite, I'll allow you a shower once you've collected yourself."


Several times Lindsey flinched, weakly, the spasm of muscle barely noticeable with how little strength was left to him. He expected more pain still, not knowing how the vampire took the fact that Lindsey came without permission to, bad enough that by doing so he proved himself what a slut he really was. Yet no further hurt was visited upon him besides the natural order of his body regaining its cut off circulation. He whimpered at that too although his hoarse voice muted even those soft noises.

After the vampire's brutal fucking, Lindsey barely felt the plug slip in. It was no worse than all the rest of what happened to him, and at that point it just felt like it made him feel a little full. With the numerous other things that he felt, that was the least of his concern.

Admittedly, the rest of the vampire's actions surprised him although he was too exhausted to express much of that besides a strained nasal intonation. But the way Loki carried his limp form was almost gentle, and though his eyes still watered at having his sight returned to him, it was much less harsh than expected. The petting on his hair almost felt... nice. After the pain and deprivation, his own fight cut and fucked out from him, Lindsey couldn't help but turn towards any sign of tenderness.

It took a very long time before he collected himself enough to speak, and even then it was a mere hoarse whisper. But the message was clear, "....I don't think I can stand to shower."


Loki only let his lips curve in response, the gentle petting not pausing, praising a good dog for doing a trick as he was told. "Then I shall carry you, I would offer a bath but I despise them. Bathing in your own still filth." He said but his tone remained gentle. His pet had done well, he hadn't fought, he had complied, he had struggled to force his own form into subservience as Loki demanded far more than it could comfortably give. He pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and barely contained the laugh at the obvious enjoyment of his pet. One of his old business partners had once said, 'You can get much further with a kind word and a gun, than you can with a kind word alone.'

Loki preferred it paraphrase, especially in his training. Condition them to expect nothing but pain and torment and a soft kiss or moment of kindness can do wonders for their obedience. "Do not fret, take the time you require to recover, I pushed you hard, you've earned your rest. Your services will not be required for a few hours yet, you'll shower after you awaken." He purred gently.

"Surely you're exhausted, such fragile things you mortals are. So easily bruised and broken, get some rest." He offered soothingly, pressing a kiss to his temple as he allowed the lawyer to try and pull himself back together.

It had been gorgeous, watching him writhe and scream and silently beg for more, though quite loud in expressing his enjoyment of the accused rape. Loki didn't think himself a saint, but he was also aware that humans enjoyed creating demons when they required an excuse for their own sins.


Lindsey didn't get it. Why was Loki treating him like this now? The vampire's sadism was not of question, he had experienced enough to know that the immortal reveled in his pain, yet this gentleness fit into none of that. He nearly flinched again when Loki leaned in, but it was only to kiss him softly, not even sexually, and bit by bit, against his will, he relaxed into the soft lull of Loki's words.

He was exhausted. The activities of the night had left him so worn that Lindsey couldn't imagine this being just the first day of their three day contract. Yet, even though supposedly given permission to rest, Lindsey continued to watch Loki dubious of the vampire's intent. Behind his weariness, the soft voice and tender brushing continued to lull his already weary mind until his eyelids started to droop heavy with exhaustion. The kisses were more gentleness than Loki had ever shown him, and Lindsey couldn't help feeling that it was a trap of some sort.

"Y-you're letting me rest?" Whispered as no more than a strained croak. Now that he wasn't pushed and dragged to the brink of the edge, Lindsey wasn't sure what to make of this uncharacteristic behavior. Though whatever he wanted to make of it, it still eventually succumbed to his body's basics needs and he passed out pillowed comfortably in Loki's lap. Who knew what the next few hours would bring, what did it matter to him at this point. For as long as the vampire would let him, Lindsey remained caught in the restorative powers of sleep.


Loki chuckled softly at the question, "Yes, little one, rest now. I will awaken you when I require you again." He murmured and it was more than a little amusing how his pet succumbed to his urging, giving into Loki and making himself utterly helpless in front of his captor. He watched him sleep for a while, considering taking advantage, stringing him up while he slept and allowing him to wake up in a panic. But no, Loki had promised him a shower and rest, and he was going to give it to him, it was important to care for a pet after using it. They were always so pathetically grateful as Loki gave them a hint here and there of kindness.

Loki pet through his hair until his pet seemed to be utterly unconscious, eyes shut, breathing even and his mind closed to the pain radiating through his boy as well as his mind. He removed himself from the bed after just over an hour, stripping off his shirt and pants to slip on something more casual, a soft black pair of loose pants before sitting down at the desk in the other room to get some work done. Just as the sun was high above the horizon, his pet having slept for over six hours, Loki returned to the bed. He tugged him once again into his lap, running gentle fingers over the bruises on his hips and around his wrists, proud and almost tender if it weren't for the caution making his movements soft.

He decided to wake his pet up gently, saying his name once or twice, until Lindsey groaned groggily, eyes forcing themselves open. Loki arched an eyebrow at him when the lawyer seemed to register the situation, eyes fixing on Loki's face with something like shock, then fear, then something Loki could only define as lost hope. How sweet, had his dear pet thought this all a nightmare he could wake from? "It's time to awaken, I have plans before we venture out. Do you think yourself collected enough to walk?" He asked, voice concealing any indication of of he was mocking or not. "Are you perhaps hungry?" He had forgotten how often humans required food.


Lindsey's sleep was plagued with nightmares, but they were no better or worse than the ones he experienced as a frequent occurrence nowadays. He barely twitched from them anymore, and although there were one or two soft gasps and groans that interrupted his slumber, his rest was otherwise undisturbed.

Tired as he was, he barely noticed that any time passed at all. When he was eventually pulled back from his deep sleep, moaning at the intrusion that roused him from that restful slumber, it seemed as if he had closed his eyes but minutes before. Yet there was sunlight streaming through the windows and shadows dragged out by the natural light that were stark contrasts unlike the soft glow cast by electric light. Without doubt, Lindsey had slept hours away.

He didn't know what to be more surprised at, that Loki allowed him to sleep this long, or that he was still on the bed exactly as he slept last night. Or that Loki was still tender and gentle, though the cynic part of him figured that it was just to soften him up for more of his brand of 'fun' later.

"I... I don't know," Lindsey answered hesitantly, voice still hoarse like it was put through the grinder. He took a moment to catalog his pains, but gave up with a moan when he tried to sit up. His bruises and injuries had stiffened over the night and everything hurt more. His body felt like one huge bruise, and it was doubly worse that this was the first time he actually woke up in the same state as previous night's abuse. Usually by this hour of the next day he would have been healed up already. He also felt disgusting and gross, covered still in all the bodily fluids that had covered him when he passed out. But yes, he was hungry, he knew that much. Rather than speaking again though, he just nodded warily in answer to that.


"Then we'll shower and I will order you some food. You will have some time to collect yourself, I wouldn't dare break you so early on." He teased lightly, noting the fear in his eyes, the caution that the question might have him swallowing something he would rather not. But Loki only chuckled lightly and stood, carefully shifting the pet off of him and up into a convenient sitting position. "I will not feed from you again until you've recovered a bit more, it wouldn't due to have you passing out. Come now, its just a few bruises, you can stand." He urged as he himself arched his back with a soft sound of pleasure.

"I can't stand the stand the taste of meats, so you'll be having eggs and toast for breakfast." The vampire stated casually as he strolled into the bathroom to flick the taps on, glancing in the mirror and slicking a hand through his hair to make sure it remained styled the way he preferred it.When he returned to the bedroom he smirked at the mortal lay out on the bed. He removed the wrist cuffs from Lindsey's arms as well as the collar, it was leather and not suitable for his plans tonight, so the lawyer was left without a stitch of clothing.

He pulled him up off of the bed carefully, movements gentle as he got him to stand up and tucked an arm around his waist to aid him to the shower. He put him under the warm spray of water, Loki assumed it was a good temperature, and he stripped himself down before stepping in after him. "You can adjust the temperature if you'd like, it doesn't affect me." He offered as he slid up behind him, arms snug around his waist as he pressed kisses into the curve of his shoulder.


Sitting up, even with the aid of the vampire gently propping him up hurt enough that a startled gasp wrenched past the lawyer's lips. It wasn't just the bruises although that hurt enough, but the pressure his own body put onto his abused hole. Loki hadn't been gentle when he pounded him with his vampire strength and stamina last night, and while it didn't feel as if anything tore, it was certainly left red and tender. Lindsey hadn't felt much for the plug inserted in him when he was still too dazed to care about such things the night before, but he felt it now in how it distended his inner walls and caused the trapped vampire seed inside him to squish uncomfortably.

As he was struggled to his feet, easily done when Loki practically carried him, Lindsey honestly thought he was amazed to be fed at all, it made little difference that there would be no meat to it. For some reason he hadn't expected the vampire to think of such thing, or would do it even if he did remember, believing Loki's casual cruelty put him above that. But he hadn't eaten yet, Lindsey reminded himself, and tried not to get any hopes up that this would be a simple meal without any form of humiliation to break him.

It was in the shower, supported with Loki's arm around his waist that he tried to speak again in his hoarse voice. "'...can't wash thoroughly... with the plug." He doubted the vampire would let him, Lindsey wanted to try anyway. Yet even with it in, the near scalding hot sprays, adjusted with slight hesitation after he was given permission to do so, helped loosen the stiffness of his bruises to a point where he could almost stand on his own.


Loki laughed into his ear, "Yes, I am planning on removing it, you know. But I believe I'll clean you with my tongue, delicate little thing, can barely stand. I remember you being able to take more of this, though of course I didn't tease you nearly as much last time. If that is the key to undoing, I will be more than happy to give you just that. Bind you out, spread all four ways, fasten clamps to your arms, nipples, balls, thighs, everywhere, an unending landscape of sensation. Tease you with hot, with cold, with pain and pleasure with knives and feathers and leave you gasping and shaking and utterly helpless. How destroyed will you be then?" He asked playfully and pressed a soft kiss to his earlobe.

But then he reached out a hand to grab the soap and lather it, starting off at Lindsey's shoulders and soaping his way down his form, carefully getting every inch of skin to his waist, soft touches but deliberate and sure. "But that is not for now, I've said I'll allow you to recover." He murmured gently, tone switching back from smooth and predatory to calm and nearly sweet in seconds. He pet down his thighs now, before stepping back.

He gently led the lawyer to place his palms of the glass wall of the shower to support himself so Loki could step back and wash his back, soap dripping down the cleft of his ass. Loki didn't know if it was the fear of punishment, or simply the kind treatment, that was making the mortal compliant, but the vampire didn't care either way. He simply washed him down and rinsed him off until Lindsey was clean as he could be, except for the little black cylinder keeping Loki's mess inside of him. Loki took the shampoo, tugging Lindsey back into his arms so he could start massaging the gel through his, longer than Loki recalled, hair. "What would you prefer, pet, to keep yourself plugged or for me to clean you out in my way?"


Tired as he was, it made absolutely no sense for Lindsey to react in any way towards Loki's words or hands, yet he thought he felt his cock jump just a tiny bit at the obscene thought of being eaten out and rimmed by the vampire. Fuck, what the hell was wrong with him?

Despite having less than half a voice left to him, Lindsey still couldn't help retort to the vampire's ridiculous assumptions. This kinder treatment emboldened him somewhat, and as he blew fogged breaths and left hand prints on the glass wall, he rasped softly in response to Loki's comments about his stamina. "Last time I get healed the day after." And he was scared out of his mind, and it was the first time he did anything of the like. He couldn't explain how distraught he had been that night, and Loki had been a lot more intent on causing him pain.

"But letting me recover... how kind of you." Yet despite how he was trying to call for witty sarcasm, the way his half whispered words came out were almost reverent and thankful. He scowled inwardly at himself for that, but made no second attempt to correct it. He suppose if he was to be truthful, he was glad of the respite. It had been an unexpected surprise, and although it wasn't a full healing, it was perhaps the best to be had under the circumstances.

Several minutes later and Lindsey was actually clean. He still felt sore, true, but he also felt washed and warm and he wasn't in half as much pain as before the shower. It relaxed and rejuvenated him, and when presented with the question, he had enough wits around him to give it real thought. "Your way... you said... with your tongue?" That really didn't sound too bad. Being on the receiving end of such an act sounded a whole lot better than being the one to initiate it. "I want to be clean." Lindsey murmured quietly.


The thanks had Loki arching a brow, and then laughing at the soft question. "Yes, Lindsey," He purred the name out like honey, he used it so rarely he wielded it like a weapon when he did. "With my tongue, a vampire older than your bible on his knees for you, licking you clean until you're squirming." He murmured, low and sultry into his ear. His hands slowly skimmed down his sides before teasing up his thighs, the sensitive skin wet under his palms and he relished in the shudder he got as he brushed up past Lindsey's cock.

"So sweet, needy for it, but you were such a good boy last night, I shall continue my kindness." He teased as he slowly dropped to his knees. One hand splayed over the small of his back to pin the lawyer firmly to the glass wall of the shower as the other clasped the base of the plug and slowly pulled out the tapered end from the mortal's hole. He licked up the first trail of come that leaked out from his abused hole. "I believe I'll have you in red tonight, it is a gorgeous color on you." He teased, thumb skimming over the swollen edges of his entrance before sipping back in to lap at the opening.

He kept his movements slow and almost teasing, long slow swipes of tongue and little kitten licks into his centre to steal the breath from the lawyer as he casually fucked him on his tongue. He only pulled away when the sounds Lindsey were making were bordering on desperate and hysterical, long minutes of play before he pulled away, standing up again and molding Lindsey to the glass door. "Are you hard for me, little one? Hands on the back of my neck, no touching now."


Lindsey didn't protest being pinned, recognizing in a sense that it was part of what kept him on his feet. He pressed his forehead to the glass, no longer cool after the long exposure to the heated streams but its temperature still cooled his burning flesh. He sagged forward with a soft gasp when the black item began to wiggle within him.

He felt empty when it was finally pulled free with a wet noise that drowned away under the falling sprays. Reflexively he tried to close his gaping hole, his abused and stretched ring twitched but only managed to expel more of the vampire's cum from his ass. His already reddened face went scarlet at the feeling of it leaking down, and he didn't know to feel grateful or disgusted when Loki licked it away. Soon he thought nothing much at all and just allowed himself to feel that cool, slick tongue reaching into the depths of his bowel in the depraved act.

"Blue..." He gasped between probes of that sinuous tongue, "That matches my eyes more." He liked that idea a lot more than being dressed in bright red.

By the time Loki asked, he was aroused and shamefully hard. He groaned and, without even thinking, put his hands down to blindly grope where Loki was to position his hands where he was instructed. It also took a great amount of effort to not hump against the shower wall either.


Loki only laughed, "No, perhaps blue will be for my eyes on the final night, and I can confirm the theory or deny it. But I have something absolutely delicious chosen for you tonight, depending on your behaviour, its your choice how much of it you get to put on." He laughed lowly into his ear, amusement tingeing his voice. He dragged his hands slowly from Lindsey's shoulders, down his chest, coming to a rest at his hips, hands hovering just next to his cock.

"You're so... sweet when you're desperate. When you can only imagine what I'm going to do to you. I can smell your fear, your arousal, the pain making it more potent. What are you frightened of, that I'm going to hurt you? Or that you're going to like it?" He taunted but the next moment the grip relaxed and one palm closed around his cock. "One can't say I don't pamper my pets when they behave themselves. Be a good boy, and you will be rewarded."

He stroked slowly up his shaft, thumb teasing the tip before sliding back down slowly. He jerked Lindsey off steadily, a smooth and firm grip that was just light enough to be maddening, the slide of his palm almost painfully slow, stimulating and tormenting at the same time. The other hand slid up and tilted Lindsey back so he could stroke over a bruised nipple and coax it into a stiff little peak, adding a tinge of pain to the slow build of pleasure.


Was Lindsey afraid of pain? Any sane man would be, but not only that, not just pain. He accepted that it would hurt regardless of what he did or didn't do, yet this went beyond that, even beyond the fear of him enjoying it. With what Loki was doing to him right now, being gentle and working to bring him pleasure, Lindsey wasn't ashamed to say he enjoyed this, but he was afraid of it being gone. He was afraid Loki would humiliate him with it worse than he already had, he was afraid of being broken to a point he wouldn't be able to recover from.

Right now, he was afraid to answer because he knew it would be turned against him. Even while he was being steadily brought to the edge, he was afraid that the vampire would stop at a crucial moment to enjoy him begging instead. He was afraid of that more than the sudden arching of his position and the renewed pain his pinch brought his bruised nipple. He still cried out in his hoarse voice, still grew harder under the abuse to his shame and embarrassment, but those were only part of his main fear.

As he crested higher towards that oncoming climax, his fear of what Loki could do to him grew like how the weight of his balls grew. He writhed against the glass wall, the fog on the glass becoming smeared tracks as his slipping hands moved to claw against them every so often. Every so often he would try to snap his hips as if that could demand of Loki what he was growing desperate for. As he moaned, the soft words slipped from his lips, "Don't stop..." He was getting very near.


Loki smiled into his neck, tongue darting out the taste the slick skin. "I should make you beg for it, make you fuck my hand until you're mindless with need." He teased as he licked over the fluttering pulse that was all too tempting for Lindsey's health. But he was feeling kind and his pet had been so pretty for him last night, had come so beautifully when Loki sunk his fangs in, had tried so hard to suck him down even when bounded and blindfolded. So Loki gave him mercy and didn't stop the mortal from thrusting weakly into his palm.

"You're mine, little pet, and by the time you leave me once again you shall understand that." He gave one last twist of his wrist and a murmured instruction, giving Lindsey permission to release and he let his lawyer lock up with a hoarse cry and cover the shower wall with white strands, before slumping back bonelessly against the vampire, head lolling back and eyes lightly shut. Cute.

He let Lindsey stay for a moment before pushing him off of the vampire and pressing the soap into his hand. "Finish cleaning yourself up, I ordered breakfast before I joined you, it will be waiting by now." And with that he stepped out of the spray, using his speed to shake himself dry before walking into the bedroom. He dressed in black pants and green tunic before settling down at the kitchen table, where a large tray of food was covered to keep it warm.


Lindsey could hardly believe it, but he came as he was permitted without any extra cruelty, and after it was over, he slumped back into the vampire's arms, Loki already held him that way to play with his nipples anyway, and panted softly. He didn't expect to get away with it for long, he didn't expect to get this far at all, so when Loki moved him back upright and placed the soap in his hands, it was already more than he expected he was allowed.

Caught between gratefulness and trepidation, Lindsey hesitantly took up the soap and did as he was told. His mind raced, wondering what he would have to pay for this morning's pleasure, but figured that it was too late to worry and just put himself to completing his task. Washing himself, that seemed easy enough. As lethargic as he was after his recent release, he still recovered enough to do that much.

Still, he allowed himself to enjoy his moment of privacy and resisted the urge to scrub his skin raw, like how he normally did after one of these nights, like how he had done so numerous times since he had first met with Loki, but decided that it would be pointless. His time with the vampire was hardly over yet. Thus superficially cleaned, he dried himself in the large, soft towel and, since there was nothing left out for him to wear, he ended up wrapping the beige piece around himself. Knowing the vampire, he would probably have to remove it soon, but he tried to defy that anyway by wrapping it as tightly as he could around his waist. Strangely he realized, like a man coming out of a dream, he had lost weight since the last time he saw the vampire.

With a great wariness, Lindsey emerged from the bathroom as if expecting to be ambushed at any time.


Loki arched a brow at him when Lindsey emerged, "Good, I was going to have you fetch a cushion, but the towel will be sufficient for you to kneel on. Come." He snapped at the section of cool linoleum tile beside his chair, indicating where Lindsey would be sitting. The mortal seemed to pause, obviously not liking the idea of kneeling by Loki's side but with another harsh snap of his fingers and the arch of an eyebrow, it had the mortal obeying the order. Once Lindsey was in reach Loki reached out to yank the cloth from his waist, snapping it out before folding it into a neat little square and dropping it to the floor for Lindsey to kneel on.

No sense in scraping up his knees, though Loki did take a few long moments just to stare at the various bruises, cuts and obviously still raw bitemarks dotting the canvas of skin he knew every inch of, intimately. Another pause had Loki's eyes narrowing and he reached up to grasp Lindsey's jaw and forcibly yank him down to his knees in a way that couldn't have been comfortable. He let go once Lindsey was knelt though, and Loki relaxed back into his chair.

"If you attempt to cover yourself from me I will have you wearing nothing but your collar and chains tonight, and perhaps a plug if I'm feeling gracious." He said casually, "And if you continue to provoke me after I've chosen to allow you respite, I will take great pleasure in reducing you to a shaking shell of your current self, seeing how long I can hold you there before you shatter under my touch." His voice never lost its soft air, the way the words were almost murmured gently.

One hand dropping down to stroke once through Lindsey's hair, before reaching over the table to lift the tray. Four kinds of eggs and a pile of toast sat there, Loki hadn't specified what kind, so it seemed they'd taken their chances. "What would you like first then?" He asked, sure Lindsey could see the tray from his spot on the floor, those green eyes glancing down to fixate on his kneeling pet.


Alright, Lindsey suppose he should have expected the command to kneel. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for these egoistical monsters, and although it did sit a little uncomfortably with him, irked him a whole lot actually, it wasn't something he couldn't deal with. He did bristle a bit when the towel was yanked from him and he became threatened in no uncertain terms of what would happen if he tried to hide, but even those weren't the worst that could happen to him. He could let it pass and just kneel on the towel that Loki folded up for him; at least there was a towel to kneel on. It did take a bit more effort to hold his tongue though, he knew better than to assume the ancient prince made idle threats.

Rather than concentrate on his anger and things that he could do little about that wouldn't make the situation worse, Lindsey tried to focus on the slightly more positive aspects. Like how there was food, and just the smell of it awoken his hunger to the point that his stomach physically hurt. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until this moment.

"Eggs," Lindsey said, then thinking it was probably safer to be specific in this case, he added, "The scrambled eggs." And belatedly, after a wary glance back up to the ancient vampire, "Please." It was basic manners, he reasoned with himself. A polite request didn't count as willingly giving in to Loki or being broken by the vampire.


Loki didn't move at the request, didn't look up from the pet either, but at the soft plea he smiled with something like taunting surety and picked up a fork, scooping a little bit of eggs to it and holding it down to Lindsey, letting the mortal take the food off of the fork. "You've earned your food, however, you have not earned the right to feed yourself." Loki explained and waited for Lindsey to chew and swallow before taking up another bite of the fluffy eggs and handing it down. His hand didn't shake even minutely as human's did so the eggs didn't spill on their way down, and Lindsey should be careful to not make the mistake of spilling any of his own lest he have to lick it up.

"The last pet I took broke within a week." Loki mused, "Such a weak thing, he went under my whip for the first time and never quite recovered. Wouldn't speak, barely even pleaded, and he used to be so sweet at it too. I thought some care would help him, but he didn't quite agree with me. Dead man's blood is never fun to smell, putrid as it is." He said with a wrinkle of his nose, scooping some eggs on to his fork again and handing them down to Lindsey's lips, "Though I suppose I could have turned him, but he wouldn't have been worth it. Why would I sire a human who pledged themselves to me, and yet couldn't handle it. Idiots." He sighed before flipping open his laptop.

The movements of his hand never faltered as he checked his mail, but a few bites later he earned the egg lose balance as Lindsey scooped it on to his tongue and fall tot he floor. He turned his head to raise a brow at his pet, fork returning to sit on the plate. "Go on, you'll need to clean that up, I won't have your mortal food dirtying the floor." He said smoothly and turned to his laptop, making it clear Lindsey was to get no more food until he cleaned up his mess.


One more indignity visited upon him. Lindsey clenched his teeth but decided he was too hungry to care as long as Loki kept feeding him. Surprisingly the vampire did with neither exceptional attention nor complete disinterest, and after several fragrant mouthfuls, of rich and soft eggs cooked to perfection, Lindsey relaxed and just went with it. Aside being fed he could think of several other complaints, Loki's choice of monologue was severely unappetizing, made his stomach clench with dread in fact, and he actually stalled briefly to get his stomach under control. Dead pets, humans he turned into pets who he tortured to death. While having dealt with some hairy deals as a lawyer, he never quite handle cases as such. Therefore not answering, he decided, would be the fastest way to make him stop, or so he hoped.

Loki eventually moved on and Lindsey continued to eat until a careless swipe of his tongue and he felt the egg fall before his lips were fully curved under the fork. He tried to tilt his head to compensate, to catch it quickly, but his angle was wrong and it brushed his lip but fell off to the side and tumbled to the ground. All became silent as Lindsey looked up with trepidation at the vampire, himself scarcely dared to breathe.

The quiet words made Lindsey breathe again slowly, just clean it up, alright. "Where..." Before finishing the thought, Lindsey clamped his mouth shut and simply reached for the towel to wipe it up. He didn't want to give Loki a chance to rebuke him or change his mind.


The egg had landed on the floor, Lindsey's bare form almost dry now, nipples pebbled in the cold, cock resting contentedly against his leg where it was folded under him. He dipped down to snatch Lindsey's wrist before he could lower it to grasp the towel. "No pet, clean it up, I won't have you wasting food." He chided him, "Not a bit wasted, if you do not take the food I give you, you will get no more. I'm sure you can survive on nothing but my seed and your own sweat for the next two days, but I didn't think it would be ideal for you." He taunted with a smirk, watching the realization dawn in Lindsey's eyes, followed by the anger and righteous indignation.

Before the mortal could say anything, Loki released his wrist to fist a hand in his hair and yank it back harshly, noting the spark of fear that appeared with pleasure. "Do you think it beneath you, to lick the floor? That my pet doesn't have to obey if the task is degrading? I will have you bound, mouth pried open for creatures of every sort to use, until every inch of you is sticky with their come. I will lock you in a box and leave you to starve, until you've begged yourself hoarse for the privilege of proving yourself worthy of earning rewards. Until you suck my cock with the reverence of a sinner at prayer." His grin was nothing less than vicious.

Then he released him with a push towards the ground, looking back to his computer screen. "I will not force you, it is your choice." he said calmly, returning to continuing his response to his latest email, some issue about the oil extractions in the west. Loki refrained from rolling his eyes and ignored his pet for the moment. Perhaps Loki could be cruel, even petty, but his pet wouldn't be getting another bite until he asked for more.


Lindsey's eyes widened then narrowed as he tried to protest. The words died in his throat when Loki interrupted him with a hold hard enough that Lindsey half expected to crush something in his arm. Nothing felt broken, but he thought the blood was already looking around the finger marks. He scowled though, angry and indignant at what was being asked of him. He wasn't some dog.

As he drew breath to argue but was stopped by a harsh yank on his hair that jerked him up off the towel to half dangle helplessly before the vampire. "No... I..." he cried out in half anger, half fear before once again he was cut off by the vampire's chillingly even voice. Not even a raised inflection of words, yet the threat was so prominent that when Loki pushed him down, he shivered and fell to his hands and knees. Those hands slowly balled into fists and Lindsey made himself swallow his pride. He wouldn't apologze, but he did grit his teeth before moving to pick the pieces off the floor to put them back in his mouth.

Seeing that the fallen scraps were all gone and that he picked the last up with the pad of his fingers, he licked them clean with distaste. "I've cleaned up," he said through clenched teeth. He had pressed them together so hard that his jaw ached. Regardless of his pride or his loss of appetite, his stomach continued to rumble shamefully at the most inopportune timing, a few mouthful of eggs wasn't nearly enough for a whole night and morning without eating.


Loki didn't look away from his screen, dropped one hand to pat Lindsey twice on the head, brisk and pointed before bringing his hand back up to continue typing. "I can see that, good boy." His tone was idle and dismissive, a dog begging for a treat after he didn't tear up the carpet. Loki leaned back in his chair and focused on the screen, he could feel his pets eyes on him, the rage, the fear, the confusion, and it made Loki smile, slowly and faintly, but the smile was certainly there.

He could hear his pet's hunger but had no plans on giving him anything until he asked nicely, since he'd determinedly used his fingers and not his tongue like a good dog should. Loki ignored the obvious ire, the words spit between a clenched jaw only served to amuse him more, but didn't dissuade him from his work. He needed to get this done anyway, they were like chickens with their head cut off if they didn't get a clear instruction at least once a week. And if it just so happened to provoke his rebellious pet, well, that was just convenient.


Loki's reaction had Lindsey stiffening, brows drawing together in annoyance and not a little insulted. Not that it made a single bit of difference to the vampire who carried on without changing anything. Lindsey waited for a reaction, for the feeding to continue, but after several minutes Lindsey realized that it wasn't a matter of Loki finishing his email. While he was watching, one email had been finished and the next one opened, but still nothing. Finally, Lindsey had enough of waiting.

"Aren't you going to feed me?" Lindsey's stomach rumbled loudly again as if to draw attention to itself after perceiving it had been neglected. A few bites was enough to awaken the full extent of his hunger, and now that he stored, it felt as if a monster was within trying to claw its way through his skin and muscles to break free. He bit the insides of his mouth to stop himself from saying more, determined to not beg for this.


Loki hummed at the question and didn't look up from his work. "That, pet, is entirely up to you." He quipped with a bit of a smirk and finally let his eyes shift down to fix on his pet. "Dogs beg for their treats, or else they go hungry. If you'd prefer the diet I suggested, feel free to continue pouting." He cupped Lindsey's chin, ran a thumb over his lower lip before releasing him and looking back to his screen, smirk still firmly in place as he read through the document about the nuclear cargo, could feel his pets eyes on him. He wasn't sure if there was fear, or anger, or hesitation, but he knew it was most likely a delicious mix of all three Loki would have fun fucking into pure pleasure and shame.

The closet masochist act was cute, but Loki would need to break him out of it soon enough, but he found he rather liked the fight in him, and how it so quickly broke under Loki's hard stare. He couldn't help but think that the lawyer and Pavel would work wonderfully together, the eager little whore the Russian was, he could teach Lindsey more than a few things about pleasing his master. But then, Loki was getting carried away with this, he had a plan to tear Lindsey apart bit by bit until he was down to his core by the end of it all. He flexed his fingers, purely for show, before returning to his typing.


Lindsey went rigid when Loki outright called him, in not so many words, a dog. Pet could be considered a pet name, not that Lindsey had such a delusion, but this was something else altogether. Had he been truly what Loki named him to be, he would no doubt be growling with his hackles standing on end. Even now he was close to doing the same thing, but his stubborn thought of not giving Loki that satisfaction and his stomach having done enough of it for him stopped him from doing so,

"I'm not a dog," he said instead evenly, denying that part at least even though the gnawing beast in his gut drove him towards betraying himself. He closed his eyes, trying to pull up strength and courage for this, but no matter how he attempted to compose himself, he still came up short. Anger at his position bubbled just beneath the surface, but its amount was no more than fear. That Loki would carry out what he threatened shook him, and he wouldn't be able to survive such a diet sanely. It was for his sanity that he added the subsequent words quietly, "But may I have some more breakfast?"


Loki dropped his hand to the plate, picking up a slice of bacon and holding it down to his lips, but just as Lindsey leaned forward to take it, he pulled it away, taunting. "I own you, and if my dog is what I wish you to be, my dog is what you are. Beg." He ordered and dropped the piece of pig back to the porcelain serving dish, wiping his hand off on the table cloth. He regarded Lindsey for a second, and cut him off when his mouth opened, if only slightly, as if to begin speaking. His hand dropped to cup his chin, holding his mouth shut firmly in an almost affectionate gesture, or it would have been if his grip wasn't just a little too tight, fingers digging into the delicate skin.

"Perhaps I could have you eat each bit from the floor, or let you starve, bleed you and work you until your hunger is all consuming. Have you crawl, naked, on the floor of the club, begging for a bite of food or a drink of their cum, bargaining for something or anything to sate your mortal needs. And if my dog," He emphasized the word with a malicious spark in his eyes, "Refuses to obey, thinks his pride is worth more than his obedience, then I shall lay you under the whip until you can no longer scream, your throat is so raw. Until you beg with nothing in your mind except for the pain to stop, for me to allow you some modicum of mercy." He purred out and dropped his chin to turn back to his screen.


Each option was worse than the last and if Loki's intention was to show Lindsey it could be much worse, that he was capable of atrocities that went beyond pain and suffering or the simple degradation of his spirit. He was intent on stripping away not only Lindsey's pride or humanity, but to reduce him completely to a shameless thing not worthy of even the simple dignity of living things.

He closed his eyes after his chin was released wondering only vaguely if that left new bruises on him. "Please don't," he whispered, voice already more than half gone from the night before. If he was stronger, not softened by good treatment the whole morning or not fighting his own starving body, he may have held out and force Loki to give him his mortal needs, although he doubted three days would reach such a point. Yet it was far too easy to imagine all that Loki said he would do, and the anger that Lindsey held tightly since he knelt fled him to leave him only full of gut twisting fear. Shivering where he knelt from both bodily weakness and roiling fear, Lindsey bowed his head slightly in a sign of submission.

"Please," Lindsey said again, "I'm sorry." The words cost him more than the vampire could imagine. "Don't do that... Any of that." He swallowed and continued in his raspy voice, "I'm really hungry... Can I please get more food? I... Wish to eat from your hand. May I please eat from your hand?"


Loki's smirk grew into something more amused as opposed to simply vicious. "Behave yourself and I shall not." He said almost tenderly as he traced his fingers down the side of his face in a way almost tender. He did beg so sweetly, the way he rasped the words like each was sandpaper being drawn up from his lungs in the most painful way, how his shame was almost palpable, like Loki could lick it off of his skin and watch him twitch and struggle not to cry out from the humiliation. "Most likely." He tacked on with a grin before his expression fell back into one of casual disinterest. He removed his hand from Lindsey's face, but retrieved the fried piece of meat and held it down, allowing his pet to take it this time.

Lindsey's lips brushed his fingers when he took the second bit of it and Loki fed him piece by piece, sometimes deliberately choosing small pieces to feed by hand so Lindsey would have no choice but to wrap his lips around the tips of Loki's digits to not risk spilling any and repeating having to clean it off of the floor. But the majority of the bites were fed from the work, bits of eggs, scrambled and fried, just the bacon and toast fed to him by Loki's fingers. The side of bacon had been ordered on impulse, Loki not usually tolerating meat, but he would get rid of the taste from his pet's mouth quickly and it was important to keep Lindsey's energy up.

The meal was soon almost finished, only the fruit remaining, and Loki considered for a moment before standing. He wiped his hands on the napkin, slowly and carefully until they were spotless, before picking up the small bowl of mixed fruits and walking over to one of the large chairs in the living room. "Come." He said once he took a seat, legs spread in silent demand, "Face me." He tapped two fingers on his lap to accentuate the order.


For the rest of his breakfast Lindsey ate silently and unhappily, although he didn't.dare to express any of that. He hesitated several times, especially with those tiny pieces where at first he had to kiss Loki's fingers to grab the morsel, later on having to suck on the fingers to lick the scrap from them. He had no doubt that Loki did it on purpose, but there was little he could do about it. It was hard enough to keep the despair from his impossible situation from overwhelming him.

He suppose he should be grateful for the bacon, it was more than what Loki said he would give him, but Lindsey couldn't find it in himself to be thankful for simply bacon.Eventually breakfast wound down and Lindsey was looking up towards the fruits when Loki stopped. He wasn't sure of the reason, but he had eaten enough that at least he didn't feel like he was ravenous anymore.

Loki's new command confused him though. He moved as instructed but as he approached the vampire's new spot, he wasn't sure if he should remain kneeling or seat himself on the lap where Loki tapped. His glance went there briefly before he settled down kneeling between the god's open legs. He looked up at him with dread, but there was resignation as well.


Loki only arched a brow at his pet's chosen spot, thinking he would have preferred him in his lap, firm little ass pressed snugly around his crotch, but he rather liked the look of him this way as well. He snatched the first piece of fruit, a little chunk of pineapple, and brought it to Lindsey's lips, letting the pet lick it from his fingers. "You look so scared." Loki murmured as he fed him a little plump cherry, letting Lindsey chew on it slowly, eyes intent on his face. "So very frightened, it overrides anything else. Your anger, your indignation, your pride. A little fear can break humans, no matter which one." A strawberry this time, waiting until Lindsey got the hint to open his mouth so Loki could place it directly on to his tongue.

"I've been gentle with you, gratuitously kind this morning, but yet that only seems to have heightened your terror, I find it interesting. You do not know when its going to end, constantly bracing yourself for when I lash out. Its amusing to watch." He fed him another cherry, blindly picking from the bowl and changing his tactics. Occasionally he would let it drop into Lindsey's mouth so the pet had to tilt his head back. Or place it on his mouth, letting Lindsey take it from his fingers normally. And once or twice smearing the juices over his bottom lip and letting Lindsey lick it off before feeding it to him. Little, tiny, pointless things to keep him off balance.

"Is it a fear of me taking away my care? Or simply a knowledge it will be amplified once it resumes. Perhaps the thought that this is all a sort of trap for you to fall into." He said softly as he stroked a thumb over his lip before handing down the last blueberry. "Answer me, little one, why are you so afraid even now when I do not threaten."


As he knelt there licking fruit juices off Loki's fingers, Lindsey settled into a sort of semi relaxed state. He was still wary for any changes or something he would need to be alert about, but as piece after piece of succulent fruit was teased and given over to his mouth, Lindsey tried to just focus on the food again. Loki's words became a short of soliloquy that kmart listened to but didn't comment on, always with the exist of having food in his mouth. The last bit came and went though and Lindsey was left with a new awareness that likely whatever came next wouldn't be a pleasant experience for him.

Somewhat resigned with that certainty, when questioned, he looked up to meet the vampire's eyes with something of a tiny spark of challenge in them. "Don't you threaten? It's half of what you've been saying all morning, ways you would put me in my place until I'm no more than a whimpering mess." He caught himself before he could lash out with the anger that returned with his words. "I have no desire for that, so forgive me if I'm afraid of that fate."

That barely scratched the surface of the multitude if things that Lindsey feared, everything from what Loki mentioned to more intrinsic fears that despite all he was doing, the worse would still happen anyway. That he kept rediscovering what the 'worse' could be was also just as disconcerting. It seemed that Loki kept awakening images that were more horrible than the previous ones before.


Loki hummed softly, "So your frightened of circumstances you know couldn't possibly affect you now." He murmured, as if a question had been answered with Lindsey's vague description. "Afraid of that fate, that's an interesting turn of phrase, but I think its rather something a bit deeper. Just a bit more primal, something like... ear of adapting. Do you fear that you have grown used to this, Lindsey? Or that you will?" He purred out, petting a thumb over his lower lip and watching Lindsey's lips part obediently under the movement with a small smile. He liked the fire in Lindsey's eyes, it was going to be fun to tear it out and let it burn itself into cinder.

"You're such a delightful thing, so fun to play with, to watch you shatter and scramble to pull yourself back together. Watch the shame overwhelm you as you get can't aid your own arousal. When you realize you came from the feel of my fags sinking into your neck. Its interesting." Loki purrs out before grasping Lindsey's collar and yanking him up abruptly into his lap. "I'm going to have you dance for me in the club. Not a threat, a fact. But I'd like a sample now, of what you can do. Go on, perhaps if you're good enough you can persuade me to be gentle." He said with a twist of his lips.

And in the next second his eyes sparked with something playful, "Oh, and Lindsey?" He always loved the slightly off balance reaction he got when Loki decided to actually use his name and not some degrading term or sweet endearment. "This marks the end of your recovery time, any disobedience will once again be met with swift and severe punishment." He swatted him lightly on the ass and settled back, hands splaying out on the arm rest. "Go on."


As Loki's mocking observations carried on, Lindsey's indignant anger bubbled up from how he kept it suppressed for the sake of wisdom. His brows drew together and he looked like he was barely holding himself at bay with how his face and skin reddened from the building rage. "I am not growing used to this!" He snapped, "I am here to fulfill my company's contract to you, and if it includes me getting played with like a sex toy..." He couldn't finish the words as he turned his head away to seethe. He was jerked back by the hold on his collar and his sudden relocation to Loki's lap.

He tried to keep his gaze away, sulking like a wronged child as Loki merely laughed at his anger and ignored it as if it was no more consequent than a child's tantrum. The vampire carried on informing him what was expected of him coming up tonight, and as his instructions came along with the little indirect warning for him to stop his attitude, Lindsey turned in his seat in Loki's lap to glare sullenly at the immortal creature.

The swat made him jump a little, but he didn't get off. "What, you want me to grind me ass against your crotch like some cheap whore again like that bar you picked me up at?" For his own sake he tried to tone his sudden anger back down, but even when doused by the reminder of severe punishment, the embers still burned and refused to be smoldered.


Loki's lips curled into a smirk at Lindsey's fire, before tilting his head back slightly and giving a low laugh that promised very bad things, a deep rumbled that was almost a growl. But before Lindsey had time to react to it, Loki's hand lashed out and he backhanded Lindsey to the floor, watching his pet skitter across it with a casual interest as he stood to follow him. He walked over to his sprawled plaything, stopping all attempts of scrambling away with a foot placed to his crotch, promising pain if Lindsey squirmed and only made more prominent but his lack of clothes.

"We're going to have to teach you a bit of a lesson, aren't we?" He asked with a curl of his lips as he bent down, one impossibly strong hand curling around Lindsey's through, his thumb pressed just under the skin of his Adam's Apple to cut off his air. It was no efforts to hold him there, writhing under Loki's hold as the lawyer gasped for breath, scrambling at his arm in a desperate attempt to find it. Loki merely watched as his energy sapped away and he went weak, then limp, then unconscious. He pulled away then, and even passed out, Lindsey's body gasped for air, a harsh breath as Lindsey slept on.

Loki glanced around the room, before deciding on the crop, and lifting Lindsey to up bind his arms once again, from just above the elbow to wrist, and hook his hands to the ceiling, toes brushing the ground just enough to give him a teasing amount of support. Loki considered for a moment before forcing his compliant jaw open with a ring gag, just because he looked sweet when he tried to scream around the. The pain in his arms would wake him up shortly, and he would open his eyes to the sight of Loki, Laptop open, three scalpels lay out beside him and the crop in his hand.


Lindsey's bitter anger had gotten the better of him again. The morning rose his resentment to its peaks and the words were out of his mouth before he gave them true thought. The moment he was thrown off Loki's lap he knew he went too far, but there was no recalling them back. He suffered a humiliating moment of being pinned by a foot on his naked manhood but even that became washed away by the fear of being choked. He was aware that Loki was speaking to him, but his need for breath drowned out the content of the vampire's words. He struggled against that, or tried to, but in the end he passed out just the same.

He awoke blearily with a pain to his shoulders and a numbness all along his arms. In fact, he couldn't feel his hands at all and for a heart stopping moment thought his limbs were removed from him entirely. It wasn't logical but he feared it nonetheless until a slight shift awoke a weak feeling beyond his shoulders. He had other problems vying for his attention too, like how his feet barely touched the ground and his jaw ached nearly as badly as his shoulders.

Then he noticed Loki was sitting across from him with instruments that reflected the light viciously on their sharp blades. He didn't even pay attention to the crop the man held, but his eyes became fixed on the scalpels. His mouth was dry, independent of how, now that he realized it, his mouth was pried open. "Ungooo!" He tried to cry out, fear warbling the noise he made as much as the gag did.


Loki only chuckled before smoothly standing. "No, I'll take the gag off soon enough, but for now you need to remain quiet while I explain the rules." The vampire slowly approached and relished the fear in Lindsey's eyes as he lifted the blade of one scalpel. He made a quick slash down across his chest, nearly clipping a nipple and watching Lindsey writhe away from it. "I would suggest you remain as still as possible, lest I slip and end up slitting your throat. Or something more sensitive." He pressed the blade very very lightly against the budded nipple in silent threat and it was amusing to watch his breath stutter and then stop in an effort to keep the blade from slicing in.

Loki pulled the knife away and continued circling. "Now that you're quiet," He paused for comment and smiled when there was none, "I'll elaborate. I'm going to ungag you, and I'm going to whip your pretty back bloody with my crop. And every time that I hit you, you are going to thank me, and then you're going to tell me this." Loki was back at front now and he brought the blade down to slash three more times in a quick W. "That you are my whore."

He considers for a moment before flicking the blade out again and drawing three lines, all touching to make a sharp edged H right next to the other letter. "You will tell me, that you will obey me." The O takes longer, a slow drag of the blade right in the center of his chest. Lindsey is sweaty now, screaming around the gag and writhing when he can't help himself. Loki's hand doesn't so much as stutter and the lines are flawless. "You will tell me that you will gladly take everything I give you." R was a bit tricky, but it went well with the rest and the blood was dripping from the wounds consistently then.

Loki's grin was horrific, hands stained with blood, eyes dancing with sadistic delight. "Understand pet? You are my whore, you will obey me and you will gladly take anything I give you." He hissed out with four more deep lines and the E was completed, a dripping red WHORE spelt out across his chest.


Lindsey was panting heavily through his open mouth by the time Loki was done, his whole body shook with exertion and the struggle to take the pressure off his arms by remaining on his tiptoes. Several times during the cutting he had lost his balance and cried out when the weight of his whole body fell to his tied arms, and it was unfathomable how the vampire hadn't missed a single knife stroke despite the times Lindsey slipped. Not that he wanted anything vital cut, but it would at least be satisfying to know he ruined Loki's masterpiece.

Yet he was robbed of even that small victory as the degradation was carved out on his chest to drip blood all along his front. Perspiration dotted his forehead and dripped down the side of his face too, and Lindsey was unsurprised when he opened his eyes —he had squeezed them shut sometime between the O and the R— to discover his vision was blurred by tears.

Anger, hatred, fear, it washed over him in a potent mixture that made him shake his head in denial. He was a lawyer! And although it felt like a lot of his resistance had been weened out of him over the past few months, the way Loki treated him made it come back with a force he didn't know he was still capable of. It was his rebellious nature against this ill treatment, and expressing as a defiance at the bottom dregs of his pride, he shook his head again, more firmly.


Loki's eyebrow arched as he finished his work and dropped the scalpel next to the two others, the dripping red of Lindsey's blood standing out in stark contrast with the shiny, sterile metal table. "No?" He asked with amusement as he stepped forward and slowly dragged his fingers through the dripping scarlet, licking them clean as he watched Lindsey carefully, determining how to go in. "I will not out you under my whip, no, that is for later, but I do have an idea of how to push this resistance out of you." The smile that spread across his face was absolutely deadly. He trailed his fingers down the length of Lindsey's half hard cock, which twitched and grew under the touch.

"Since you are so resistant to me methods, the crop will come later." He said as he leaned forward and licked a trail up Lindsey's chest. "I'll just have you prepared, and distracted, while I set up." Loki said and then moved away, returning with three objects. The first was a leather blindfold he fastened tightly over Lindsey's eyes, cutting off his sight, as droll began to drip from his chin as his mouth was forced wide. He slicked up two fingers with the lube and pressed them inside, quickly and nearly brutally opening Lindsey up so he could press the long, curved toy inside. "This." He murmured as it was seated, "Is designed to keep you needy for me." He twisted slightly so the rounded tip pressed against his sweet spot, before flicking the vibrator into action.

The lawyer's cock filled up in seconds, the pain mixed with the sudden intense pleasure, and Loki was very sure it had something to do with how he leaned in to get one last lick of blood before walking away to set everything up. He listened to Lindsey's desperate sounds with something like amusement as he put up the three cameras, the fourth a handheld which settled in his palm, but he set that aside for now. He returned to Lindsey and dragged a finger through the precum gathered at the tip of his cock. "Aren't you sweet?" He crooned, "Feeling all right?"


Lindsey felt a chill go up his spine at Loki's cryptic words and malicious grin. He had managed to catch a glimpse of the objects just before his sight was robbed from him, and although he made a wordless noise of protest, the vampire paid it no heed. The blindfold came over his eyes where the unforgiving thickness of the leather completely shielded everything, not even giving him the slight comfort of filtered light.

Although expected since his glimpse of the obscene toy, the sudden intrusion of cold digits still took his blindfolded form by surprise. He jerked and gasped when he felt cold fingers inside him, and if not for the gag he might have attempted to curse Loki. He flinched at the roughness, made more noises of protest, but they were as ineffectual as his other cries. Yet when the thing was pushed in and thrummed to life within him, his cries turned to gasps and soft howls of humiliated pleasure.

He writhed where he hung, jerking like a marionette with his strings tangled far above him. Even without seeing he knew he leaked like a shameless whore, his cock stiff and hard from being simulated by the hard vibrating shaft in his ass. It was getting increasingly hard to keep his precarious footing too when all he wanted to do was curl up and succumb to the pleasure that was edged hard with his pain.

He made desperate noises, not knowing if they would be heeded but hoping the vampire would at least pay him attention. When the cool touch suddenly came as a taunting caress on his cock, he nearly came then and there, and would have if Loki hadn't tightened his fingers at the base of his shaft to stop him. The wail Lindsey gave was loud enough to echo on the walls.


The wounds weren't bleeding anymore, they weren't deep enough to do that, Loki having stripped down to nothing so his presence on screen wouldn't be detectable. It would appear to be only Lindsey, who Loki had plans for. He unhooked the mortal's hands and picked him up, depositing him on the bed, hands still bound in front of him. "Now, pet." He crooned, pacing around and bed slowly as he watched the mortal try and orient himself. "We're going to put on a little show, perhaps it'll stay just for us, but it would be a shame to keep such a gorgeous sight contained." Loki purred as he circled around to snatch the edge of the toy and twist it in just to hear him squeal.

"I'd bet you'd like to come, wouldn't you, poor thing." He purred, nothing but a silky sweet, disembodied voice as he picked up the camera and got a good angle as he flipped the human to his elbows and knees to get a wonderful shot of the toy buzzing away in his needy hole. "Sweet little slut." Loki crooned before pulling Lindsey's hips higher off the bed so the camera could get a nice view of his pert ass and greedy hole clenching around the toy, as well as the other two capturing the hardness of his cock and the way he was whining into the gag.

After a moment of consideration, Loki snapped off the gag and then picked up the crop, knowing it wouldn't show on screen, the object in his hand taking on his own abilities. "Why don't you let us hear those pretty noises." Loki said as he turned the crop in his hand and then brought it down hard against Lindsey's ass.


Lindsey didn't know how much of a blessing the blindfold was to block his sight of what went on around him, all he knew was he couldn't see to anticipate what awaited him. At least he was taken off the hanging hook. He was distressed enough by then to not protest his handling. He didn't understand the meaning behind Loki's words and felt he missed something. A show, contained? He wanted to ask but the gag and the distracting vibrator effectively stalled him before the first word could be stuttered past his forced wide lips.

He was half crawled, half knelt with his ass suspended above the bed in the air so no further pressure was put on the buzzing toy up his stretched ass, bound arms stretched down in front of him in an attempt to balance himself that way. He collapsed forward to throw his ass into the air when an unexpected twist of the thing in him sent sparks of electric, sensitive pleasure throughout his body. He gasped from its intensity, his bared bottom with the toy sticking out lewdly between his cheeks to clearly show the stretched ring of red rimmed muscle grasping at the plastic in him.

The moment the gag came out, Lindsey wasted no time I'm speaking out. "Turn it off--!" His plea came out as a shrill cry that ended in a shout when the first hit shocked him and raised a reddened welt on his upraised ass. His hole twitched like it was trying to clutch more greedily at its treasure.


"Hmm, no, that's not what you're supposed to say, little one." Loki chided and brought the crop down again over the curve of his ass, making him gasp and writhe under the harsh lash. Loki reached forward to twist the vibrator just to hear Lindsey scream out his pleasure, before another hit had it mixing with a hoarse kind of pain. Lindsey's chest was rising and falling spastically, not getting enough air on his inhales and his exhales stuttering and barely there, like they were pushed out of him. And they quite literally were when Loki used the crop to make him scream.

He kept this going until Lindsey seemed unintelligible and barely coherent, letting off the beating, and noting with a deep breath that the wounds had started bleeding again from where he had been writhing on the bed. Loki clucked his tongue before hauling him up to his knees and turning him around, forcing his back straight and arms up so he could wrap the length of chain around the hook above the bed, forcing his arms up but leaving enough slack so he could sit comfortably on his knees, thighs quivering. Loki hummed happily at the sight, the dripping red word in stark contrast to the rest of his skin and his hard cock presented beautifully for the camera.

Loki trailed fingers down his chest, the smear of blood the only thing visible to the camera, and then the sudden swipe of blood over Lindsey's cock as Loki wrapped his fist around it, the other hand darting forward to fasten the silver ring just under the swollen head to keep him from orgasm. "There, aren't you gorgeous? Why don't you beg for the camera a little, putting on such a nice show already."


Lindsey was beside himself trying to seek out an end to this torture, writhing to try to get away and even though blind, tried to crawl off the bed. He didn't get far before he was dragged back in place and got his ass whipped more thoroughly, but there were a few blows that fell to his calves instead of his fiery ass. The screams alternated between that and ragged gasps when he ran out of breath to do even that.

He sobbed openly when he felt himself lifted up and hefted, shrinking away from the vampire's cool touch even though it felt good across his heated flesh. He moaned, the vibrator still shaking unrelentingly within him despite how he teetered between its oversensitive pleasure and the heated pain blossoming across his ass. The cock ring only got a soft sob out of him, but he already knew that he wouldn't get release until Loki wanted him to.

Distracted as he was, Lindsey nearly missed what the vampire was telling him about what was going on. Even tied up and exhausted, he stiffened, pulled weakly against the chains and tried to turn his head around when he heard the word 'camera'. "You can't!" he said quickly, the stricken tone showing well the panic that was spreading through the lawyer. Fear rode on his voice, along with misery and shame, but most prominently fear. "I... I'm a lawyer!" He groaned when that got the vibrator inside him twisted and adjusted. He whimpered but shook his head, not defiant, but trying to make the vampire understand. "No... I... I work for Wolfram and Hart... this... this can't get out." He was afraid for his respectability.


"Oh, but I can, and I am. There is nothing in your papers about this, little one, I've read them over quite thoroughly." Lindsey chuckled deeply as he cured his fingers around the straining cock, loving how Lindsey jerked and arched into the hold. He was shaking with a delightful fear that sweetened the air and made Loki's fangs ache with the need to drink. "But don't fear, little one, as long as you behave yourself, this will stay private. Think of it as... incentive." Loki chuckled as he leaned over to tweak at a nipple already hardened from arousal, tweaking the bruised nub until it was flushed and needy, doing the same to its twin.

"The cameras can't see me, pet, just you. Only you and hear my voice, see how very hard you are, see how your skin turns red and you writhe under the touch." Loki hissed the words into his ear, nipping before stepping away. "And when I fuck you, it'll be you they see, you're whorish hole opening up for my cock and taking me so perfectly." He ran his hand down Lindsey's back before cupping his burning ass and giving a squeeze to earn him a squeak.

"Now, why don't you give us a little show?" He asked with a grin, twisting the vibrator out in one smooth movement, letting Lindsey's hole gape open for the camera, twitching and clenching, Loki releasing Lindsey's hands and separating the bonds, "Bend over and spread your cheeks, show off that pretty hole."


Lindsey gasped, teetering on the edge if hysteria from the overload of... everything. The shame, the arousal, the pain and pleasure so intermixed that he couldn't tell where one separated from another, the fear and hope and an intense combination of a anger, hate, and wanting to cry. It was so complicated that he couldn't begin to unravel it all. And now, not only was he suffering this during the few nights a week when his own company whored him out, but there was the chance that this may bleed into his normal life too.

Behind his blindfold, a dampness began to wet against his eyes. "I'll behave," he whispered, defeat and hopelessness bringing new despair in his raspy voice. "Please... destroy the copies afterwards. Please..." He couldn't let this get out beyond just them, it would be the end of his career, and not only that, possibly the end of his life. If he couldn't prove himself to be a lawyer for Wolfram and Hart anymore, which would happen if this... film, whatever it was, got out. No one would take him for a lawyer after that, the scandal would be too great.

The little resistance he held onto melted with each passing nip, twist, caress, as his ability to reason lessened even while his need grew stronger. His cock was a painful ache between his legs, and the vibrator became a constant pressure that overloaded him with waves of pleasure. He gasped and arched up when the vampire twisted and removed it, leaving him helplessly clutching at the emptiness that it suddenly left within him. He sobbed at that, from as much relief as feeling bereft at its lack,

"...I don't know where the camera is," Lindsey protested quietly even as he painfully maneuvered himself onto his elbows and knees. His hands were already being gingerly placed on the burning skin of his whipped ass and ready to pull the globes apart at the the next instruction. He just didn't know where he should be showing.


"Don't worry about that, little one, I'll keep an eye make sure you're presented perfectly." His words were a purr as he circled and trailed the crop down Lindsey's side, "Such a wonderful little slut, you are, all spread out for me.” He lashed out again, striking across his ass and hands, making him whimper and spread his cheeks, which, sure enough, were in perfect position to be held by the camera, open and vulnerable, red hole twitching and slick, greedy and silently begging for more.

Loki trialed the tip of the crop over his pucker and watched it clench with more than a little amusement. Loki was hard and straining, cock cured up blatantly against his stomach, but despite his lack of clothes, he still radiated intimidation, control, power. The tip of the crop traveled up the crack of his ass, over the lines of his back, before reaching his neck and circling around to tap over Lindsey’s mouth. “I’d have you blow me, beg for more, but I think it would be utterly useless since you wouldn’t be able to see anything except your filthy tongue working away.” Loki hummed for a moment before snatching up a dildo, average size, black, and pressing it to Lindsey’s lips. “Gag, yourself with this.” He noted with a smirk before continuing his walking.

He pressed a finger against the puffy rim and chuckled as Lindsey’s cock twitched and leaked a few more drops, “You’re so needy for it, for something to fill you up. Or is it for something to make you bleed?” He grabbed the crop and struck it down across his back, hard enough to split the skin on the first try, before whipping down on his ass again. “Now, pet, be careful not to lose your gag when you answer, and do try to answer clearly enough for the cameras to hear you, what are you?”


Lindsey wanted to die. He truly did want Hell to open up and swallow him into its depths, and the only thing that kept him from attempting to make his own way there was knowing that he would still be working for the same bastards who landed him in this to begin with. Possibly doing the same thing... or worse.

When Loki had taken to hitting him again, Lindsey lost hold of his butt cheeks and pulled his hands back to curl them safely away. He didn't bother holding back his sobs as he choked on cries of pain. He reacted to everything, crying out, flinching, even made small attempts to hide himself away although without knowing where the next hit would land or which direction it came from made it all but impossible to protect himself properly. The way the crop traced along his skin made him twitch and whimper pathetically.

He was sobbing and half writhing, half rutting against the bed when his head was tilted up and he felt something smooth, cool and rubbery pressed against his lips. He cringed back from the item and instructions alike, but the item only pressed more insistently against his mouth and he reluctantly took the item in. It muffled his cries when the crop came down again, and the pain from it this time was so sharp that he screamed and bit into the plastic hard enough to leave marks.

He was a wreck when he started sobbing out his answer, muffled by the item that stretched his lips and pressed on his tongue. "Ooooah," he said, the word muffled by both the dildo and his sobs. He tried again, saying the words slowly even though by doing so cut his pride far deeper than Loki's crop could. "I'm... ah... hoaah."


Loki slid his hand down Lindsey's back in silent praise for his obedience, how the lawyer went lax under his command and whimpered at the next hit of the crop. He looked delicious, the occasional drip of red on to the sheets from the wounds, his pretty bow lips stretched wide around the fake cock as he struggled to breath around it, not to mention the way his hole was wet and twitching for the camera, begging silently. Loki slipped two fingers inside without warning just to see him jerk in surprise and oversensitiveness.

Loki wondered what sort of sounds Lindsey would make when Loki fucked him in front of the camera, he wouldn't let the tapes be seen raw, he'd send them to an editor to put them together nicely, who'd turn the gorgeous specimen into a piece of art for the eyes and ears. Loki withdrew his hand, but not after toying with his prostate for a moment, loving the way the mortal writhed because of it, pulling away to circle around and slowly withdraw the makeshift gag, holding it close to his swollen lips, but letting him gasp in lungfuls of air, unimpeded.

"I don't think they heard you, darling, what are you?" His voice was gentle, almost considerate if it weren't for the taunting smirk he wore, or the crop clasped in his other hand, taking advantage of the human's fear of it to trail it down the line of his jaw. "Loud and clear now. Don't disappoint."


Lindsey's breaths went harsh and panting around the fake cock when Loki's fingers played inside him. He was so hard and his mind buzzed from how all his blood was rushing down to his lower regions. He needed to come, to stop hurting, he wanted no more of this. Please let this be over soon, he wasn't sure he could stand it for much longer. His whole body ached, his cock, his balls, his ass, his back... he even hurt inside from where Loki had been playing with his oversensitive prostate. The vibrator had done more than a good enough job on him.

When the vile item pulled free from his lips, Lindsey took several ragged breaths and sobbed openly. He could sense that the dildo wasn't removed completely, but just beyond his lips and connected to him by a string of saliva until he broke it by trying to cringe back. "Your whore," he choked out between sobs, soft and unable to put his voice to it. When it was clear that he was disappointing, that the softly spoken answer was not at all what Loki wanted, Lindsey drew in a deeper breath and cried out, "Your whore!"

He seemed to collapse in himself after that, like the word took everything out of him. His body shook with more than the strength of his desires as he sobbed, finally crying out openly enough that a few droplets of tears trailed along the edge of the blindfold to drip down the sides of his cheeks to his chin. He was nothing but a whore... rented out by his own company to the most sadistic man to have ever lived. With all his fight broken out of him with that word, he tried to curl up in a miserable ball on the bed.


Loki laughed, low and pleased as Lindsey screamed out what Loki told him to, how he shuddered under the impact of his own words. "That's correct." Loki praised, pressing the impromptu gag back in for Lindsey to gag himself on, before yanking him up by his hair to expose his throat and the carved word. "And look how eager you are for it." He said as he trailed two fingers up the length of his cock, twisting the silver cock ring slightly to make Lindsey gasp and shiver in need and oversensitivity.

"You just can't help yourself, its almost cute. I'm sure this greedy little slut is just dying to be fucked. To have a cock fill you up, make you scream, make you writhe." Loki hissed out as Lindsey choked out another weak sob, held up by his thick hair, his shaking so pronounced Loki knew the high definition cameras would be able to pick it up. "But you've been good, so I think we can take this off now. Let you see as you beg to be taken, as you beg to be bitten, to be let come." Loki purred and yanked off the gag, tossing it aside without a glance and holding Lindsey up tightly.

Lindsey did look like the proper slut, open and borderline screaming for relief as he obeyed thoughtlessly. The lighting was set for the stage, so it took him a moment to properly open his eyes and look around, and it was more than a little funny to watch him realize there were a few cameras, one of them rather close, and one perched in Loki's hand, the vampire smirking. "Now, beg for it."


Lindsey was beside himself at how desperate he was becoming for relief, but more importantly, for this humiliating torture to be over. A reasonable part of his mind thought it was funny how with every game Loki thought up, Lindsey always thought it was the worse to happen and the next one would be better. Except it never was. One game was just as bad as the next, and all of it worked to break him a little more.

It took him a while to open his eyes, the salt of his own tears stung them, and congealed shut by the tears and blindfold mixture, this sudden exposure to light made him cringe nearly as bad as the crop had. But eventually they ventured open, letting them stay shut wasn't an option to begin with, and he whimpered when he discovered how he was surrounded by cameras. He eventually turned to look back up at Loki and his hand held camera and shrank back under its lens.

"I..." His hair hurt where Loki clutched it, and when he squinted towards Loki for help, all he saw was the vampire's sadistic grin at the predicament that the vampire placed him in. Turning his face away in shame even though it pulled on his hair more, he saw no point in giving the camera more close up views of his already too exposed expression, the lawyer whispered in his raspy voice, "Please... fuck me."


Loki watched with a smirk, only twisting further as the hoarse voice sounded, the flush on his cheeks deepening from the shame of it and oh, he would look gorgeous kneeling by Loki's feet. Bound and aching, back arched out as he tried to get some relief from the plastic cock fucking into him, writhing and begging through the until Loki quieted him. Get him worked up until he was sobbing with pleasure that mixed with pain so finely they were almost one and the same, before pulling him into his lap and fucking him roughly to relax after a day's work. The lawyer certainly would make a gorgeous pet, just a little training with no irritating contract in the way of Loki's authority.

He pet a hand down Lindsey's cheek almost affectionately and let the little one lean into it, like he was searching for any tenderness as he could get, Loki's hand releasing his hair. And then Loki shoved him down to his hands and knees and slipped up beside him on the bed, positioning his cock to tease at the edge of his twitching hole which gaped and clenched, greedy and wanting to be filled. "No," Loki said after a moment, hands almost soft on his hips, thumbs petting over the curve of his waist, "I don't think that will do. Go on, beg me nicely, be specific." He purred out, leaning forward to lick between his shoulder blades, moaning softly at the taste of sweat. He knew the camera could see Lindsey's ass being spread without seeing Loki, Loki's own camera having been put aside for the moment.

"Be specific, let us hear you beg for what you want, I know you're my whore Lindsey, I've seen you fuck yourself back on my cock and leak as I press my knife into you. I've seen you come at the bite of my fangs, but they haven't. You're on camera, sweetheart, give a good show."


Lindsey shook his head in a token expression of denial even as his mouth betrayed him by uttering out the words that Loki wanted to hear. "Please fuck me... spread me open on your cock..." He closed his eyes, almost wishing for the return of the blindfold. No, there was no almost about it, he wished Loki never took it off in the first place. Being told there was cameras wasn't the same as seeing several of them focused on him as the center of attention.

Spread out on all fours and with Loki holding him by the waist, he could no longer brush himself down against the bed for friction, but he was at least now free to bury his head and face down into the sheets. He let those soak up his tears, uncaring that this held his ass up higher to brush up against Loki's probing cock. At least the vampire was there to block the view of the cameras that way. He had seen the strange way Loki did reflect in mirrors and believe that meant the vampire would be caught on film too.

"Fuck me," he repeated, his gravelly tone slightly muffled by his position but still raised enough to be heard, "I want you to pound me into the bed and fill me with your cock..." He choked back a sob and twitched a little in Loki's grasp as if he wanted to reject himself for the shameful words that flowed past his lips. "I need you to shove into me deep and use me hard." Then quieter, as if begging for Loki to end this, he lifted his head and tried to look over his shoulders with a truly pleading look, "Please just fuck me."


"There we go, you cry so prettily pet." Loki praised before hooking a hand around Lindsey's throat and hauling him up. The vampire spread Lindsey's legs wide open and out, ass propping up, leaning back heavily against Loki, so they faced the camera. And the lens could see everything, the carved words and Lindsey's tormented expression, his aching hole and flushed nipples, every little whorish bit of him. "There we go, that's much better." It was a difficult position to keep, if Loki were mortal, but given his muscles wouldn't strain as he held him up on display like this, he saw no problem.

He shifted his hips forward and sunk into him, pulling Lindsey's legs up and out to hook over Loki's forearms, ass still tilted up and his back forced to arch out and just take it. Loki couldn't be seen by the cameras, so it was simply Lindsey writhing, being held by something unseen, hole stretched around an cock that apparently wasn't there, and loving every second of the agony. "You look lovely, little one, why don't you stroke yourself off, I'll tell you when you've earned the right to remove the ring." Loki purred out, nipping at his ear.

He easily lifted Lindsey up before driving him back down on his cock, loving the scream he got in return as he slammed past his prostate. "Don't keep quiet, sweetheart, or I'll gag you again. Your lips are so pretty when they're stretched out with fake cock."


There was a dizzying moment when Lindsey was lifted completely off the bed to balance over Loki as the vampire positioned him vertically above his cock. He made a gasp of surprise and just small edge of fear that would lend the air some flavor when the vampire hauled him back by his neck. But then he had more things to worry about as the thick cool length speared him in place and he was spread as an erotic tableau to be caught on several cameras.

He couldn't help himself and closed his eyes once more as a shameless cry was pushed past his lips at being slammed into. It was painful, but he would be lying if he didn't admit, even to a very small part of himself, that it also felt unscrupulously good. And when he squirmed while he was stretched out like an eager wanton whore, his cock leaked lewdly all the more for the increased pleasure that gave him.

"Loki..." he gasped out as another sob wrecked him even while he obeyed to put his hands on his feverish left. It burnt against his fingers as the exact opposite of the shaft of ice that repeatedly speared him, and between that and his bouncing body, he soon established a rhythm with both hands jerking on his shaft in sync to the vampire pounding repeatedly into him. With eyes still squeezed shut, he tossed his head back onto Loki and gave into what the vampire was doing to him. Little mewls and soft lewd moans escaped him whenever his prostate was stimulated in a cacophony of pleasure. He was every bit the whore that was etched out on his chest, from the thin sheen of sweat that made him seem to glisten for the cameras to his hands soaked with his own precum, waiting for the one word that would allow him to release.


"Yes, sweetheart," Loki's voice was low now, almost taunting into his ear as he fucked into him. He took his own pleasure, knowing with full confidence that Lindsey was getting his own, if the sounds the mortal were making was anything to go by. Lindsey was hot and tight, clenching and fairly spasming around him, the silky smooth chute was greedy, trying to pull Loki back in every time he withdrew, giving the vampire the friction he was searching for. He licked over Lindsey's ear, the grip on the backs of his thighs never slipping despite the slickness of his skin, knowing full well Lindsey had no leverage whatsoever and yet he seemed to still be trying to squirm down to get more.

It was only when he heard Lindsey sob, a soft, broken needy sound, torn from him now and it shot Loki precariously close to the edge. "Now." He hissed, "You can remove the ring and come for me, little pet, my pretty whore, clench around me tightly so I can spill myself inside your fuckhole." He almost snarled the words as he emptied himself out, giving a soft moan and tilting his head back slightly.

He felt Lindsey scramble and fumble to get the ring off, and then lock up, every bit of him going tense before he screamed like a banshee and all but melted against the vampire, hole spasming and milking Loki of the last bits of Loki's seed. He released his thighs and straightened his legs out, letting Lindsey collapse and catch his breath, cock soft and messy, stomach splattered with his own come, Loki's release inside his hole, sweat and blood coating him like a second skin, not to mention the mess his hair was in. Gorgeous.


Nothing of the proud lawyer remained in the debauched human, limbs spread awry and covered with tears, cum, blood, sweat and saliva in a heady mixture smeared across his torso. Lindsey had drooled from how his mouth had hung open near the end, a mindless expression of debased pleasure as he became no more than a fucktoy that brimmed with his own pleasure-pain. He twitched when he felt Loki's substantial amount of seed leaked out of the puffy, gaping hole that Loki had left behind. He feebly tried to close it to keep it from leaking for the camera, but he had no strength left. The light heave of his stomach muscles only made it gush out all the more.

"Kill me," he sobbed softly, unable to bear what was happening to him. It wasn't just being fucked, he had been used on and off for sex by strangers, monsters, for half a year now, that wasn't it. It was the humiliation, the purposeful destruction of his pride and confidence, all slowly broken away and ground down until he was no more than this whimpering figure of a man shaped sex toy.

There was no way he could recover from this, stand proud again in the court of law to tear into other people, not when he couldn't even find the strength to defend himself. A whore... how could a shameless, debauched whore who put on porn shows for the camera ever be that again? Camera... tapes... Remembering that, Lindsey seemed to pull a little back to himself as he weakly shifted to try to look at Loki. "I obeyed.... you said you would destroy the tapes."


Loki arched a brow at him as he slipped off of the bed. Before he moved too far away though, he put Lindsey on his beck, knees bent up and feet on the mattress to expose his dripping hole, wanting to get a little bit of an after shot for Marcus to work in to the end. He redressed himself slowly, not bothering to answer until he looked as untouchable as ever, "You are incorrect, you asked me to destroy them, I simply said if you behaved they'd remain private. Destroying the tapes would a sin." He teased lightly, in a much better mood now as he carefully collected the memory cards and tucked them carefully away into his bag. He would give them to his editor in the morning.

"Do not misconstrue my words, little one, you are the legal practitioner, you should know the dangers of that. I feel like I should give you time to rest." He returned to the bed to cup the side of Lindsy's face and run his thumb gently over his bottom lip. "But considering just this morning when I attempted that, it did nothing but encourage your rebellion, I don't think I shall." His eyes glinted before curling his fingers tighter and pulling Lindsey from the bed and tossed him to the floor, hearing the 'Oof' as he hit harshly.

Loki slowly cracked his neck as he walked forward and pressed Lindsey to his back, placing a boot on his stomach and grinning down at him, "Now, no more cameras, one more time. What," He bent to twist a hand in his hair and yank his head, forcing the lawyer to stare at him, "Are you? Who do you obey?"


The defiance to destroy these evidences against him broke Lindsey a little more as he felt another small piece of his soul seemed to shatter from the weight of that revelation. He barely responded when Loki positioned him for the camera and took close ups of his shame. What did it matter that a few more shots get filmed? Somewhere the evidence of his debauchery will exist, it was more than a career ender even though it was his career that put him in this position in the first place. If anyone saw these, it would destroy him completely, not just discredit him and make him never admissible in court again, and all he had was a sadistic vampire's word that they would remain private.

He hit the floor with a surprised cry and left a smearing trail of sweat and cum from the sheets to the ground. The foot holding him down wrenched another of those cries from him, as did the hand that was tugging at the roots of his hair. Still, he was unable to meet those sadistic green eyes and he cowardly slid his gaze away.

"It's written in blood on my chest already..." he said in a broken tone, "How many times do you want me to say I'm your whore and Wolfram and Hart are my pimps?" Lindsey didn't think he could cry anymore, but from somewhere a new fount of tears welled up until they rolled down his wet cheeks to drip away from his chin. He just wanted to curl away, boneless, tired, find a hole to let him lick his wounds. Unless he could, there was no fight left in him.


Loki arched a brow at that, crouching next to him, "Perhaps you're semi correct, but that can change." Loki murmured, brushing a hand through his hair. Once he got the idea in his mind, he couldn't get it out, the look of Lindsey under his boot, perhaps with a real collar, black with Loki's name engraved over his throat, he would look absolutely perfect. Bound and waiting for Loki to return each morning or night, pleading through whatever gag Loki had fastened him with for Loki to hold him, or fuck him, or allow him to eat from his fingers. Or perhaps Lindsey would be a good boy and Loki could visit American every now and again, more often, just to check in on his pet and remind him who he belongs to.

It was an addicting image, and he realized he had been staring at the lawyer far too intensely for a minute or two too long. He pet down the side of his face before yanking him up again, "You see, if you'd behaved yourself and simply admitted that before, this would never have happened. I would have had you ride me like the little slut we both know you are and at worst you would have had these pretty scars and the marks from my crop." Loki murmured, tracing his fingers over the bloody carvings before all but dragging Lindsey into the bathroom.

"We'll wash you up now before we get you dressed. I have a luncheon and I'm already late." He stated, taking a damp cloth and tossing it to Lindsey. "Oh, don't wash out your pretty hole, you're going to be wanting it slick." He promised in a vague taunt as he pulled out his phone. "And stalling will only make it worse on yourself."


Lindsey wanted to be dead. When dragged he scrambled helplessly but ended up pulled more than walked most of the way nonetheless. Had he brought this on himself? His mind was too weary to contemplate that too deeply as he found himself shoved to the shower. Something about Loki's instructions managed to awake the shame in him again and he cringed. "I'm leaking," he said wearily as if he knew it didn't matter to the vampire. Already he was somewhat resigned that Loki would be taking him out with him, presumably clothed, at least for now. He could only hope.

How could anyone survive through this for three days and remain sane? How could Wolfram and Hart do this to him, he was loyal and doing so well. Holland told him to smile and serve proudly for his firm, that servicing their clients was an important part of his duties, but not as a whore! As he turned the streams of the shower on, he looked back furtively at Loki. If Lindsey killed himself now, would Loki be left responsible? He was surrounded by glass, he could cut himself quickly.

Sullenly he began to wash the other caked fluids off him. He suddenly couldn't abide the stains on himself, the signs of his whoring, the very word that was etched in his skin. He didn't care if Loki was watching, he scrubbed at the new cuts so hard they began to bleed anew. Then folding his forearms against the wall, he leaned on them and cried. Three days, he couldn't last three days.


Loki walked out when Lindsey began to wash, humming idly to himself as he flipped on his phone and sent out the next message, as well as plugging in the memory chips to upload the video files to his laptop. He heard the first broken sob in just a couple of minutes and he strode back in, eyes sweeping the situation quickly. He placed a palm on the skin between Lindsey's shoulder blades, startling the human as he hadn't heard the vampire enter once again. "Calm pet, relax now. You're punishment is over, behave yourself and it'll be easier." Loki murmured gently, cupping Lindsey's side to pull him back. Loki's cloths were instantly dampened but he didn't let Lindsey move away.

A fracture, a small one, right down the centre and kept cracking like a spider's web outwards. Couldn't let him shatter, that wouldn't do, but it appeared his pet was more broken than he thought. He pet down the back of his head, clicking the water off and he could feel Lindsey shaking, whether it was from cold or fear or his tears or a mix of all three, before he fisted a hand in Lindsey hair to tilt his head back.

"You're sweet, but I won't tolerate simpering. Like I have said, we're late, no stalling. Your outfit is lay out." He nudged Lindsey back into the bedroom, a small pair of black leather shorts that were more brief than boxer, little black sandals, a black choker with a buckle to fasten around his throat, and a simple black shirt, ripped up the back in long strips. Simple, yet provocative, it would be adjusted when the night came.


Easier, Lindsey could laugh at the lie of that. He only saw things being harder, especially with how his situation had gotten progressively worse ever since this contract bonus started after meeting Loki. Yet the seeming gentle touch had Lindsey sobbing in an agreement as if the vampire truly had right to be punish him, and that now the hurt was over, he trusted him to not cause excessive amount of it. Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to survive this.

He cringed at the commanding words, but he seemed to accept them as sullenly as his command to wash. He was scrubbed red and raw, but it seemed that the cuts he reopened stopped bleeding again. At the clothes, he paused only long enough to take them in before he put them on. But he stopped before Loki could start leading him out the door. "I can't go out in public like this..." He finally raised his head to look at Loki, his eyes slightly puffy from having cried half that morning. "If anyone recognizes me..."

He lowered his head again and he put his arms around himself to stop the tremors before it began. Not only did he feel exposed in shorts and a shirt that left his back, and his whip marks, showing, but he would be dressed like street whore in boytown. It was a small blessing that the word scratched on his chest wouldn't be visible.... for now. "Please..." He bit his lip. He knew Loki wouldn't give him more clothes, and there was no way he could beg out of this trip. Then the next best thing would have to do. "Let me hide my face... please."


Loki turned to him, expecting Lindsey to demand more clothing, or ask to stay in the hotel or at least somewhere private. But the demand just made him smirk, tilting his head back and laughing, low in his chest. "Oh, little naive thing. Where I'm taking you, people will be terrified to touch you once they see I've marked you." Loki said with obvious amusement, "Now, come." He hooked two fingers int he collar and yanked him out into the early afternoon sun.

The limo was already waiting for them, and Loki led them down and shoved Lindsey inside before the man could protest, stifling any potential complaints with a sharp look and daring smile. He rolled his shoulders slowly and entered the car after Lindsey had been pushed inside, knees spread, pulling the mortal back to lay across his lap, once again stopping protests with a hand across his throat. The ride was short and spent in utter silence.

He could almost hear the whimper as he tanked him out the door and hooked an arm around his waist, the hold appearing almost affectionate as his fingers curved in, pressing just hard enough to pose a threat. Lindsey wasn't the sole pretty thing to be on display, even though it was barely past lunch, there seemed to be several boys and men dressed in leathers, fishnets and collars. But Lindsey still drew eyes, with the red marks so obvious striped down his back, Loki's grip on him firm and possessive and the occupants of this area weren't so unfamiliar with vampires that they couldn't recognize one, even in the sun.


It wasn't a matter of being touched by others, Lindsey tried to explain that, but Loki would have none of it as the vampire all but manhandled him along until he was seated in the limo, if spread across the man's lap could be called seated. He spent an uncomfortable ride that way, his weak protests stalled by the steady hand accosting his throat. His eyes went a little empty at this further suppression of his will and the lawyer didn't struggle.

Only when he was yanked out of the car did he start to look more aware again, extremely self conscious as he was dragged into the high end place. It wasn't a club he was familiar with, which he soon saw the reason when he recognized the type of patrons the place catered to. It was pretty much a high end S&M place with monster patrons, and he actually shrank closer towards Loki when he took in the details. He could only fervently hope that no one would recognize a lawyer from Wolfram and Hart.

"Please," he whispered again when they were inside, his voice pitched low so hopefully only the vampire's sensitive hearing and close proximity made him audible. He had no desire to be heard by the rest of the club. "I... I have a job. Another job... I.. I can't be..." He trailed off, eyes caught on some of the patrons and he swallowed harshly. He lowered his eyes quickly, face turning red when he realized how despite there were others similarly dressed, or dressed in much less, more than a few pairs of eyes were solely trained on him.


Loki caught attention in these sort of places, and because of that so did Lindsey and perhaps to a greater extent that the vampire due to the fact no one dared to make eyecontact. For a few long centuries Loki had been interested in the practice of psychology and made it his interest to see how many creatures he could get to kill themselves through words alone. For another era he was simply know as 'L'ensanglantée', which translated into The Bloodied. He had always found it amusing, one little spree that you forget to wash up for and the name sticks with you forever. In short, Loki was well known in every demon community and even those who regarded vampires as lesser demons, wouldn't dare insult him.

He glanced down to Lindsey and slowly his lips curved into a smile, "Oh no, pet, think of it as advertising. Now quiet, if you misbehave I'll have to enforce your punishment, you are representing me. Behave yourself." He led Lindsey up the stairs to the upper floor, a small set of tables set up, much more calm and atmospheric and obviously meant for VIPs. He sat in one of the simple leather chairs and pulled Lindsey to kneel by his side. "I will gag you if you speak out of turn, get my attention quietly if you require something." Loki ordered as he raised two fingers to order a glass of blood, eyes scanning for the blue skinned demon he was meeting here.

Loki enjoyed being the first one to arrive, never fashionably late, he liked to be the one ready and waiting for the other to sit themselves, taking in the information he wanted while the other oriented themselves. He took a small sip, hand dropping to pet through Lindsey's hair, glancing down to offer him a smirk. "Are you dizzy?"


Lindsey's head was reeling, but he wasn't incredibly dizzy. A little lightheaded too, but more from being overwhelmed than having lost any substantial amount of blood. At least, he thought he hadn't lost much and that was the reason why he felt disoriented after kneeling down. "Will it help me if I answered yes?" His voice was a complicated mix of wariness, misery, and incredulity.

He did visibly relax a bit once they were settled at the table though. While it wasn't completely private, there were less people milling about on this upper floor area. It meant the chance of discovery was less and he felt a sense of relief that it wasn't likely that he would be recognized. It also meant there were less people staring at him, which also made him breathe out a cautious sigh of relief too. Breathing easier, Lindsey found he began to be a little curious about this place. Furtive glances showed him there were also... others like himself here, not all humans either. For a few of them, it was hard to tell if the pet was really a pet or if it was some sentient being put into that position.

One couple drew his eyes and he saw that the slave, he could think of no other word for the man wearing nothing but a black spiked collar, was being openly used on both ends. His eyes widened when he saw that he was acting merely as a piece of furniture while speared by the two demons conversing above him, with a table on his back and they seemed to be playing some sort of game on its surface. He shuddered and quickly looked away from the image, and a tremor of fear trembled his muscles.


Loki followed the horrified gaze of his pet and laughed, cupping his chin to turn his head towards another display just out of his vision. A mortal pet, obvious in his first time in a place like this as well, except his legs were spread whorishly wide, the fresh wounds on his back indicating punishment, as did the rather livid looking demon with human characteristics except for the curled black claws and the red and yellow eyes, no pupils, no iris, no white, just a bright yellow globe lined with blood red circles. The Master seemed to be hissing something to his pet in a language Loki hadn't heard in a long time, and the pet was shaking and shivering, hands bound to the back of his its neck, bent over a leather bench designed for this sort of thing as his hips were fastened in place. His ass was out, hole slick, stretched and glinting in the dull light as the demon sat down beside him, two fingers hooked in the loop of his collar, and almost instantly one stood to have a go on him, having just had a welcome sign hung above his hole.

Loki stole Lindsey attention back with a press of his nails, "That is what I was alluding to before pet, though I think you'd look prettier on the main floor." There were several of these benches scattered around the upper floor but the main floor had a single one set on a platform, almost like a stage to display certain pets that were voted up depending on how interesting they were. To be put on the bench was one of the most brutal acts, that didn't involve whips or chains, gagged and bound to utter immobility, most slaves having cock cages or some kind of enchantment to keep them limp and unable to achieve pleasure. It was torture and used to the full extent as your ass, mouth, every bit of you was used, abused and regarded as nothing more than a bit of warm skin to get off on.

Loki had been in one a long, long time ago when he'd agitated someone he shouldn't, and it was much worse back then, any notion of civility thrown to the dogs and every courtesy that was custom nowadays, mocked, but he had also been immortal and had a general idea of the experience that being chained up on it entailed. "What do you think? Lets say that shall be your consequence if you choose to lash out."


Lindsey turned his head following Loki's guidance and stared in abstract horror at the sight he was presented. A soft squeak of a whimper escaped him followed by a terrified, "No..." When Loki drew his attention back, Lindsey was still dumbstruck with the horror that image left him with. There was a soft wailing noise coming from that direction, soon muffled with gagging wet noises when someone thought to take the poor slave by his mouth too.

That this was only a punishment was not much reassurance to the quivering lawyer who had started shivering again. The place was relatively warm yet his body shook like he was in a drafty room. "I'd die," he whispered. When he recalled the ominous way Loki had said he would want to stay slicked, Lindsey realized with near startling certainty that the vampire mean to put him there. He sagged and silently, tears started brimming his eyes.

When he spoke, it was soft with desolation, but with a hollow note of heat like he wanted to be angry but he couldn't muster that strength. "You're going to put me up there regardless."


Loki only arched a brow, lips curving into a smirk. "Potentially, but it would be a private one and I would dictate which of your volunteers get to sample you. I haven't yet made up my mind about it though, we still have quite a few longs hours to play and I wouldn't want to waste them on you being catatonic. Feel free to aid make up my mind by acting out." Loki said, voice almost teasing as his gaze flicked to the stairway.

D'Hoffryn was a very old demon, used to dealing with wishes, curses and manipulation of reality in general. Loki has a fondness for him and it is returned, the two smiling at each other. The blue skinned leech (For he survived on others making wishes off of him) was in a younger form now to fit into the general scene of the club, his usual beard and mustache gone, skin a few shades darker, looking not but twenty five though he dated back to Babylonian times. Loki greeted him with a smile, petting through Lindsey's hair to draw D'Hoffryn's attention to his pet, knowing he succeeded when a dark look came into his eyes, hungry.

Loki sat back and sipped his refilled glass of O-neg, knowing his guest wouldn't eat anything but he gestured to order a small fruit platter so he could feed it to his pet, little pieces of this and that every now and then throughout the conversation that was about to follow. A reminder of power and he had an affection for Lindsey lapping at his fingers.

"Old friend, its good to see you." Loki greeted and the other took his seat, sitting stiffly but his smile was honest.

"You as well, I see he's as pretty as you said." He noted and Loki let out a light laugh. Is it even necessary to say that they would both kill each other without hesitation if given a fraction of a chance?


Lindsey found he was undecided towards how he felt about Loki's casual admittance of his plans. Relief? Fear? He found he was starting to become numbed to that fear, but instead tried to reach for the anger that he felt the weakest spark of. It didn't quite ignite, but he found it was enough to make him grit his teeth and resolutely not give Loki the excuse to put him up.

The strangest thing happened after the other demon arrived. Up until then, Lindsey had existed in a disorganized daze, his state flitting between fearful to anxious to angry to desolate, but he hadn't been steady, not since he landed in Loki's hands for the weekend. Yet after the pleasantries were exchanged between the two demons, Lindsey's mind sharpened at the sense of business about to be settled. It was like the lawyer in him awakened and although it was disconcerting to hear Loki spoke of him to others, Lindsey wouldn't be shaken from paying attention. Discretely he tried to observe this other demon to figure out what sort he was. He couldn't, but he managed to deduce that the creature didn't trust Loki much despite the wide smiles and polite manners.

The arrival of the fruit platter suddenly made Lindsey realize how hungry he was. The breakfast he had seemed like so long ago and it was getting close to late afternoon. The activities before this had sorely drained him, leaving him starving for energy to replenish himself. He couldn't help his eyes from following the plate from server to table, then a quick furtive glance to Loki to see if there was any chance he'd get some. He leaned closer to lean slightly against the vampire as a silent question. Already disliking how the creature had first marked Lindsey with a lustful gaze, he knew he would get no help there. Now came the question of if he wanted to help Loki brow this demon or remain neutral but obey only enough to get away with it. He knew for sure that he wouldn't want to piss the vampire off here where he would end up losing face in public, that made Loki a very dangerous person to be tied to right now.


Loki crossed his legs and cocked his head to the side, in an almost feminine pose as he clasped his hands to his knees and relaxed his shoulders. He preferred to appear non threatening and just as he did in the court room he put on a mask. A much more scary mask full of not so veiled comments about interfering in Loki's affairs in the middle east. Some idiot had wandered into one of D'Hoffryn's girls and wished to strike oil, so he did, he died in the process but his brother took claim of it and Loki lost a rather tidy sum of profit.

Of course, it didn't so much dent as it did take a few drops from the very deep well, but it was a matter of principal. The blue skinned demon claimed no responsibility, the man died like he was supposed to, he had no control over the circumstances and Loki returned that nonetheless, his employee had meddled in an affair in Loki's area, violating an unspoken agreement.

Demon as high up as themselves didn't push into each other's territories, Loki would never hurt one of his girls or one of the Seven Witches wouldn't try and counteract their magic if it was due to a wish. D'Hoffryn was on the defensive as Loki picked his arguments apart, but he was digging his heels in and refusing to give Loki any slack. To keep himself calm Loki was plucking bits of fruit from the plate and offering them down, one by one for Lindsey to take. He made a game of holding them in the air and dropping them between Lindsey's lips.


Lindsey stopped looking at the blue skinned demon after a while, especially when Loki began feeding him the fruit. As it turned out, the whole plate was for him and he was ravenous enough to not care that he was being hand fed. In a way he was grateful that he didn't have to make a show of licking Loki's fingers for the pieces, not yet at least, and just ate each nimbly as it was dropped down into his mouth.

However, his true attention was on the conversation that was being carried on over his head. From it he surmised that the demon was a wish granter, similar to a djinn except D'Hoffryn didn't appear to be one of any species he was familiar with. It didn't mean he wasn't a djinn though, and Lindsey spent a few spare thoughts to think of what he knew of their weaknesses. Not much as he didn't actually deal with them much, they were more of Lee's area of expertise, not that the dead lawyer could offer him much help at current.

After a while, Lindsey decided he probably wanted Loki to get his way out of this meeting given that if he didn't the vampire's foul mood would probably find him as an outlet. Yet, at the same time, he hoped their discussion lasted for a long while. As long as they were occupied this way, he was safe and left alone. So quietly, he ate his fruits and waited.


Loki's agitation was quickly growing though he fought to control it. He switched from feeding his pet fruit to petting through his hair in brief intervals, once or twice fisting his fingers, twisting in the locks almost painfully before letting go and twisting apologetically. He cracked his neck and shifted his hips to face the other directly, hands returning to feed his pet bits of fruit, slow and deliberate. The fool was using backwards logic, twisting around the situation and saying that if he reversed the magic there would be no guarantee that the brother wouldn't still discover it.

"We must account for all possibilities if I'm going to do something this drastic." He purred and Loki barely resisted snarling at him, fangs out, his hand pausing in his motion. His eyes flicked down to Lindsey in a moment of silence, imagining him screaming around some demon's cock as another took his hole, cock hard and straining as Loki watched from just a foot or two away. His mood improved slightly and it at the very least gave him a promise of amusement even if this went sour. Indirectly, the worse this meeting got, the more likely Lindsey's chances of being bound, fucked and tortured hiked. He turned his eyes back to the demon.

"I will set up proper parameters, reverse it, this was not your territory to intrude on. If you refuse I will demand compensation or Quid Pro Quo." He didn't let the other respond before clarifying, "I want a wish of my own." And that was a dangerous off if there ever was one. And D'Hoffreyn grit his teeth but played it cool.

"I cannot guarantee a return in profit if I were to give that as compensation, there is no assurance."


Even had Lindsey not been listening, he could have easily told that this was not going well for Loki just from the painful tugs that felt like had pulled several strands of his hair out. He winced at those, but didn't do more open a reaction than to stiffen from the sharp pain and grit his teeth. The apologetic pats did little to soothe away the residual echoes of pain that still existed, but it was something at least.

He didn't decide to interfere until he saw how one particularly roundabout argument got Loki snarling and turning his gaze onto him, and for that few seconds Lindsey felt like a butterfly pinned beneath a cat's claws about to get its wings slowly shredded before completely torn off. The look of absolute sadistic glee was probably the same on Loki as would be on a cat's, and the lawyer really didn't like how the vampire looked pleased after it. Whatever Loki was imagining during that look, Lindsey knew he wanted no part in it.

Hoping that he wouldn't be getting himself into deeper waters, he was barely treading as it was, Lindsey pulled slightly on the edge of Loki's shirt at the next brief pause. It wasn't that the vampire wasn't making wonderful arguments for himself already, he was and Lindsey knew he couldn't do better, not without proper preparation involving background information, but he did know that some of the issues of the magical interference might be solved by some of the mystics that Wolfram and Hart kept on hand.


Loki eyes flashed down to his pet, a challenge in them before they softened slightly when he saw no challenge or protest. "Hold a moment." Loki said, deciding to use his pet's desire to speak into an insult, since he cut the demon off in the middle of a sentence. He cupped Lindsey's chin and tugged him up, adjusting the grip to lead him by the collar to settle into Loki's lap. Chest to chest, Loki settled one hand on the small of his back, the other cupping his chin as he drew him in close to speak against his lips.

"If you interrupted me," He murmured too low for the other to hear, but making it a clear point that a rented whore was more important to him than this conversation, "For something trivial or something that is going to waste my time, I will put you on the lower stage and I will pick you up once my time with you is done." He warned, tone gentle and nearly affectionate before he turned Lindsey around.

He bodily lifted him, hooking Lindsey's thighs around his own to make sure they were spread wide and the lawyer was now facing D'Hoffryn. One of Loki's hands went to his inner thigh, the other cupping his side as he nibbled on his ear, eyes intent on the other demon. "So pet," he spoke as if these were the first words he'd said to acknowledge the interruption, "What is so important? Do you require more food?" He posed it with a curious lilt, as if he was actually curious, tongue darting out to lick over the lobe.


Well hell, how was Lindsey supposed to do anything professional while he was spread out in Loki's lap and once again being reduced to nothing but a pretty whore for the vampire's pleasure? He swallowed and shivered at the threat, but figured he committed himself already, might as well dive headfirst into the rest of it. As if reaching that decision helped him focus his mind, Lindsey's tense form relaxed into a half sprawl where he sat against Loki and he dared to lean back a bit, like he was comfortable in being put on display like this.

"Something more substantial than fruits would be nice," he answered, but before Loki could get angry at his daring response, he followed quickly with further words. "But I was thinking... perhaps I may be able to offer a solution to this. The issue is a simple dispute of trespassing resulting in the unintended loss of profit, which should fall on the trespasser to compensate." Lindsey tried to not notice the glare the other demon shot his way. "However, while unfortunate, it is a simple, reversible situation. What... my master," perhaps only Loki would note how Lindsey tensed slightly at the word, "proposed is a viable resolution. The only real dilemma here is there is not enough trust for either party to take action without a conflict of interest..." He licked his lips and went on, "Perhaps a neutral third party hired to resolve it may be an acceptable solution for both?"

Despite how angry Lindsey was at his vampire client, he was still trying to get on Loki's good side for the sake of self preservation if nothing else. Being involved, however indirectly, with a business negotiation also settled him a bit, letting him use his skills instead of his delegated position of the sex pet. He hoped if this went well that Loki may be more lenient, maybe even stop hurting him altogether, although fat chance that was.


Loki arched a brow at him, hand stroking his leg softly in a sort of gentle praise, also to put on the show for his company. "Hm, drag someone else into this little tiff?" He asked, pressing the tip of his tongue between his fangs and watching D'Hoffryn eye Lindsey again, like he was reassessing him, Loki was infamous for having slaves that were more than broken shells, most didn't agree with his tastes, but he didn't see the fun in having someone under thumb if there was no fire left in their eyes.

Obedience, yes, but not broken. His tongue slid out further to lick up the side of Lindsey's neck, "What a good boy, clever thing. Perhaps your idea would be practical." he agreed and he cupped Lindsey through his shorts in rewards, thumb stroking over the little zipper, feeling him twitch into the hold as Loki scraped his fangs down the sensitive skin of his neck. "What do you think, old friend?" He asked with amusement clear in his voice, and the blue skinned demon visibly forced himself to relax before giving a small nod. He didn't like the idea that a pet was dictating their decision making.

With a snap of the demon's fingers, a small man in a black suit appeared beside their table, looking momentarily surprised before switching into exasperation. "All right, what's the problem?" He asked, voice far too low and gravelly to be mortal, pinning him as a demon, well, that and his bright green and forked tongue that was on display as he spoke. "I know the meat suit is horrid, my other one rotted."


Lindsey didn't believe much of the praise bit, but he did think that Loki was trying to impress his friend with the display of his slave. Breathing out, Lindsey consciously made an effort to stay relaxed against Loki, willing himself to appear as if he truly enjoyed being made into a shameless whore and that he was completely obedient to the vampire. It grated against everything he was fighting for, but he reminded himself that he had an appearance to put up, that he was still a lawyer, and it made things a bit easier.

The newly summoned demon got a slightly raised brow from Lindsey, but he figured that this was no more his concern. Loki would take care of the rest, and while Lindsey had thought that the third party could be Wolfram and Hart, it didn't mean it had to be and it was just as possible that the ancient vampire has his own sources. Very likely in fact, so he once again returned to paying attention only through hearing and took to looking elsewhere.

Yet there was absolutely nothing to look at. He wanted nothing to do with what was going on in the rest of the club, and to stare plainly at the blue skinned demon was likely to be construed as rude. So he fixed his eyes to the plate of fruits, mostly empty now, and found himself drifting as the rubbing in his crotch made him hard under Loki's hand. If he was to be a whore, he might as well enjoy it, so closing his eyes, he tried to do that. Soon, it got mightily uncomfortable within his shorts and he couldn't help but release a little moan.


Loki turned his attention to the new discussion, keeping on taking care of his pet as they went over the details with Jebediah, who would be getting paid either way so he didn't care who won this case. And it didn't matter if you were Demon or Angel or god himself, you didn't fuck with the men of scrolls, born in hell and bred specifically for this purpose. Loki kept his movements slow and gentle and when Lindsey started squirming in a need to come, he stopped and gave a squeeze to his crotch just on this side of painful. He waited for the pet to settle down and go still again before he continued his reward.

It was easily resolved with no spitting tension in the way, Jebediah able to regard the circumstance quickly as he wrote out the new contract, needing no pen as he pressed his palm to the binding paper and let the words flow out as he spoke, simply appearing as if they were always there, no way to change or break them. "There," He finally said, placing the scroll out and Loki was grinning like the cat that got the cream and D'Hoffryn was visibly annoyed. "He is owed compensation, he'll get his wish, but his wish is predetermined to be to gain control of the oil company in a legal way with no bindings." Jebediah says with an air of finality, tipping his hat and shooting a quick wink at Lindsey before vanishing.

"Could you stop playing at the table and focus." D-Hoffryn snapped out, a loss of control he immediately recognized and regretted. Loki hadn't stopped playing with Lindsey, stroking him to the edge and holding him back, over and over, and if Lindsey interest ever began to flag, Loki would simply set to sucking a bruise on to his lawyer's neck, but Lindsey never wavered. His cock seemed to enjoy being on display as such, even if he didn't, and Lindsey was panting now and obviously trying to quiet it, aching for the release Loki held from him. In an effort to make his pet that much more desperate, as well as annoy the demon he'd just beat, he only popped Lindsey's button in response and gripped his shaft properly.

"My pet was an aid, I am simply rewarding him."


Lindsey wasn't exactly please with his reward, made to look like a slut in front of this stranger. It was might as well that he didn't see the knowing look the new demon had given him, so out of it by then that he caught only stray thoughts or pieces of the complicated legal negotiation that took place before him. And when Loki took him in hand, he was completely gone. He dissolved into a whimpering whining mess, openly dripping onto Loki's hand and shaming himself before this stranger.

Writhing in desperation, Lindsey couldn't string two sentences together much less figure out the intricacies of the politics between two demons. He turned his face towards Loki, burying it against the vampire's cool neck as a sort of short reprieve. He panted as he continued balancing on that precipice that he kept trying to teeter over before cruelly held back.

It wasn't any fear of interrupting the proceedings that prevented the lawyer from begging though, butt his own pride, salvaged by his recent display of knowledge that kept him back from asking for release. That was all, a sense of pride that had no ulterior motives, not even good behavior to prevent himself from being put on stage, just an innate sense of pride. So whimpering, he held on and dripped and squirmed in Loki's lap.


The contract was revised once more and signed, Loki accomplishing all this one handed as be kept alternating between stroking Lindsey off and grasping the base of his cock snugly, hindering his release over and over until Lindsey was burying his face into the crook of Loki's neck, sobbing dryly. "Good boy." The vampire praised him, petting a hand through his hair. His pet was all but hysterical and Loki just derived amusement from how he writhed like a wanton slut, how D'Hoffyrn's eyes would slip and start to follow the movements of his hips. The demon wanted his pet and Loki reveled in the power of that. But this was not the demon Loki had spoke of giving Lindsey to.

The contract was signed and sealed, the moment the pen came off the page the paper vanished and D'Hoffryn nodded, "We'll meet at the assigned date to make the wish." He said with a nod before standing as if to leave.

"Oh, you wouldn't leave so quickly, we've barely had time to catch up. Its been at least a couple centuries." Loki murmured and twisted his hand around Lindsey shaft to have him shudder and fight to catch his breath. D'Hoffryn slowly sat again, and the conversation between the two was easy and casual and by the time the blue skinned demon did leave, almost half an hour later, Lindsey was frantic. Hips grinding back against the bulge in Loki's jeans, the vampire couldn't tell if that was deliberate or not, sweating, clawing weakly at Loki, biting into the skin of his neck.

When he felt his pet approach the edge again, he felt him tense as well, expecting to be denied for the umpteenth time, but Loki didn't stop, let his pet lock up and cry out, spilling all over his own shirt and Loki's fingers, the quantity rather large due to the denial.


During that last hour when Loki conversed genially with his friend, Lindsey was driven completely insane by the hand around him. He whimpered and whined, made soft keening noises like a hurt desperate animal. He couldn't pay attention to anything that was said over his shoulder between the two demons, all he knew was the hand on his cock and the fingers that gave him such pleasure and at the same time drove him mad with need.

He cried tearlessly, sobbing dryly and stifling the noise against Loki's neck, and when he couldn't, dared to bite it softly to hope he could stop himself. His hips ground down on the vampire's own bulge in a wanton gyrating motion, doing for free without asking what he had refused to do earlier. He wanted to come, he needed to, and he hoped that by making Loki as desperate as he was, erhaps then the vampire would take his own pleasure then finally allow him release.

Just when he thought he was going beg after all, the demon got up to leave him alone with the vampire. It was at that moment that he rose to the peak again, the moment marked by an anguished cry that expected Loki to stop him again. Yet the cry turned to one of surprise, then pure pleasure when hot cum splashed hotly against his shirt and stomach.

Lindsey collapsed into an exhausted heap immediately after, panting heavily from exertion even though he had done nothing but squirm in Loki's lap. His eyes were closed, hair matted down with sweat, and he laid in a boneless sprawl where he was spread on Loki. If not for the vampire holding to him tightly, he might have lost his balance and slid right off the vampire's lap.


Loki chuckled as Lindsey collapsed, so obviously drained and limp it was adorable. He pressed a mocking kiss to his cheek, dry and quick and infinitely amused. "This isn't out final stop and you've already made a mess of yourself." He teased with a little grin. "Better clean up." He lifted his cum drenched hand to Lindsey's lips and the moment of resistance he felt from the mortal was enough to ignite his quelled agitation as he fisted a hand in his hair and pressed two fingers between his lips. "No, no, no, you got your present like a good whore, don't try and pretend you aren't now." He crooned out and pressed a rewarding kiss when Lindsey obediently began to lick him clean.

Little by little Lindsey sucked away his own mess, Loki still blatantly hard in his trousers but he ignored it for the moment, shoving Lindsey off of him and standing, not looking or caring if his pet was oriented before curling his hand around the leash and yanking him after the vampire, walking back down the steps. The couple still drew eyes, and more so than ever with the smell of sex around them, heavy and fresh as it was. The sun was setting now, and he knew his pet was hungry, and the thought curled his mouth into a little smile with the idea.

"Don't fret pet." he said once they were seated in the car once again and on their way to a personal favorite of Loki's clubs, one a little more high end than this one, but still made use of one of his favorite toys, namely, the benches. "You'll be getting your sustenance soon enough, we're going to meet a friend, one a little less useful but a lot more fun. They might want a taste of you, so a meal first would probably be best. What would you like?"


Lindsey was honestly was too worn out by nearly an hour of being constantly dangled over the edge and pulled back to give much resistance to cleaning up how Loki wanted him to. His nose scrunched a bit and he wanted to pull back, sure, but as soon as the hand tightened in his hair, he whimpered and obediently licked up despite hating the taste. His eyes remained dully on the ground as he took each of Loki's fingers between his lips and sucked them clean, repeating the motion until the vampire was satisfied with him. Turned out, most of what he shot onto his stomach was wiped off to go into his stomach... he tried not to cringe at the thought of how much cum he licked off.

He hadn't managed to get rid of the taste in his mouth before he was turned out of Loki's lap with a suddenness that left him reeling. Strangely, he felt hurt by it, but had no time to think on it further before he was dragged forward and he quickly tried to follow. The offer to give him food, real food, woke him out of his sex induced stupor. It made his mouth water, but at the same time he was instantly wary as well.

"...what do you mean a taste of me?" Lindsey didn't know if he wanted to eat if he was going to be whored out to some strangers. If he ended up vomiting, he wouldn't put it back Loki to make him eat it back up again. Just the thought made his stomach feel unsettled. And then there was the issue of being dressed as he was, with signs of his release staining his front. At least the clothes were black and not too obvious, but they didn't have to be when Lindsey was dressed like a whore. A kinky, slutty whore with a collar around his neck. Even though his stomach started growling at the thought of food, Lindsey was suddenly unsure if he wouldn't rather starve.