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Getting Centred
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M through R › Pretender
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,988
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Getting Centred
Pairing: Lyle/Jarod
Rating: NC-17 (Rape, Stockholm syndrome, etc...)
Disclaimer: These guys don't belong to me, and I'm not making a profit,
please don't sue me. Also, if you don't like slash, DON'T read this.
Summary: In the hope of escaping, Jarod submits to Lyle's demands.
Warning: very graphic
Part 1/?
GETTING CENTRED
I lay shivering on my cot, huddled beneath the flimsy piece of cloth I'd been allowed. Considering the fact that I was naked, the blanket wasn't good for much.
I was dozing lightly, when I heard clanging against the cell bars. I opened my eyes, and recognized Mr. Lyle standing there with a crowbar in hand. He was just looking in at me; I couldn't read his expression. He wasn't smiling, or frowning and he didn't say anything. I stood up with a groan, letting the blanket fall at my feet. Modesty was forbidden to me, and I had learned the hard way that it wasn't a rule to be broken. I stepped forward, shivering as I walked on the damp, cement floor and wondering what he wanted tonight. My back still ached from the belt the guard had used on it yesterday.
He smirked at me as I approached; reminding me of why I hated and feared him.
"Would you like a better room than this cell, Jarod?" he asked, eyes glittering in the dim light of the room.
I wanted to shrug, and give him an off-hand answer, but I knew it would only cause more pain, and I'd decided to escape soon. To escape, I would have to be in decent physical form. I was determined to keep my mouth shut, obey Lyle and escape as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
"Yes, I'd like a better room" I nodded, gritting my teeth as I spoke.
Mr. Lyle's smirk increased. "What are you willing to do, to convince me of your sincerity?"
I clenched and unclenched my fists, consciously reminding myself to let him think I was broken. "What do you want me to do?"
Lyle grinned, and whispered, "The things I could do to you," before he became serious. "I want you to offer yourself to me."
At my panicked glance towards the cameras, Lyle continued, "The cameras have been shut off for this. The guards are outside the door, and if you're a good boy, we'll be the only ones to know what you've done," he assured me.
It didn't take me long to figure out what he meant. Have I mentioned yet how much I hate this man? I was allowed no visitors for the last week, and my guards took advantage of that fact. They knew I would never want to tell anyone about what they'd done. Somehow I just couldn't see myself confessing to Sydney that I'd been forced to suck one man's dick, while the other guard shoved his cock up my ass.
But, I had plans for those guards, once I got out of here. I wonder how many of the others they've raped.
Lyle still stood there, waiting for my response, and his expression was becoming dangerous. I'd seen it too many times before this horrible week of isolation, to not recognize it.
"How do you want me?" I finally asked him, hoping I'd said the right thing.
His expression became genial again. "Good boy," he praised me, and showed me the key to my prison.
I wanted to snap at him, tell him I wasn't a dog; but wisely kept my mouth shut.
"I want you in every way possible, Jaro. Come along, and we'll begin." He unlocked the doors to my cell and I followed him. I was grateful when he threw the crowbar into a corner. It meant he wasn't taking me away for more torture... at least I hoped it meant that.
He led me to the elevator outside the dark room I'd been kept in, and I blinked at the glare of the fluorescent lights.
He didn't bother putting me in chains- there was nowhere to go in this hellhole, especially without any clothes. I just prayed we wouldn't run into anyone.
Rating: NC-17 (Rape, Stockholm syndrome, etc...)
Disclaimer: These guys don't belong to me, and I'm not making a profit,
please don't sue me. Also, if you don't like slash, DON'T read this.
Summary: In the hope of escaping, Jarod submits to Lyle's demands.
Warning: very graphic
Part 1/?
GETTING CENTRED
I lay shivering on my cot, huddled beneath the flimsy piece of cloth I'd been allowed. Considering the fact that I was naked, the blanket wasn't good for much.
I was dozing lightly, when I heard clanging against the cell bars. I opened my eyes, and recognized Mr. Lyle standing there with a crowbar in hand. He was just looking in at me; I couldn't read his expression. He wasn't smiling, or frowning and he didn't say anything. I stood up with a groan, letting the blanket fall at my feet. Modesty was forbidden to me, and I had learned the hard way that it wasn't a rule to be broken. I stepped forward, shivering as I walked on the damp, cement floor and wondering what he wanted tonight. My back still ached from the belt the guard had used on it yesterday.
He smirked at me as I approached; reminding me of why I hated and feared him.
"Would you like a better room than this cell, Jarod?" he asked, eyes glittering in the dim light of the room.
I wanted to shrug, and give him an off-hand answer, but I knew it would only cause more pain, and I'd decided to escape soon. To escape, I would have to be in decent physical form. I was determined to keep my mouth shut, obey Lyle and escape as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
"Yes, I'd like a better room" I nodded, gritting my teeth as I spoke.
Mr. Lyle's smirk increased. "What are you willing to do, to convince me of your sincerity?"
I clenched and unclenched my fists, consciously reminding myself to let him think I was broken. "What do you want me to do?"
Lyle grinned, and whispered, "The things I could do to you," before he became serious. "I want you to offer yourself to me."
At my panicked glance towards the cameras, Lyle continued, "The cameras have been shut off for this. The guards are outside the door, and if you're a good boy, we'll be the only ones to know what you've done," he assured me.
It didn't take me long to figure out what he meant. Have I mentioned yet how much I hate this man? I was allowed no visitors for the last week, and my guards took advantage of that fact. They knew I would never want to tell anyone about what they'd done. Somehow I just couldn't see myself confessing to Sydney that I'd been forced to suck one man's dick, while the other guard shoved his cock up my ass.
But, I had plans for those guards, once I got out of here. I wonder how many of the others they've raped.
Lyle still stood there, waiting for my response, and his expression was becoming dangerous. I'd seen it too many times before this horrible week of isolation, to not recognize it.
"How do you want me?" I finally asked him, hoping I'd said the right thing.
His expression became genial again. "Good boy," he praised me, and showed me the key to my prison.
I wanted to snap at him, tell him I wasn't a dog; but wisely kept my mouth shut.
"I want you in every way possible, Jaro. Come along, and we'll begin." He unlocked the doors to my cell and I followed him. I was grateful when he threw the crowbar into a corner. It meant he wasn't taking me away for more torture... at least I hoped it meant that.
He led me to the elevator outside the dark room I'd been kept in, and I blinked at the glare of the fluorescent lights.
He didn't bother putting me in chains- there was nowhere to go in this hellhole, especially without any clothes. I just prayed we wouldn't run into anyone.