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[gallowseyes]

He discovers it by accident, tucked down a side street, hidden behind dark windows. When he steps inside, he's taken aback by the sheer variety and, almost immediately, his head is full of possibilities. He texts Lee, suggesting that they meet for drinks later in the evening, giving him a place to meet and a time.

Later finds George leaning against a wall, waiting for Lee, scrolling through his phone. He's dressed in a button down shirts, sleeves rolled up, and he uses the camera on his phone to preen a little, undoing another button before he snaps a photo and sends it to Lee.

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[gallowseyes]

He can't say anything, not with three of Lee's fingers fucking his mouth, nudging the back of his throat, but he doesn't think that he's supposed to be able to, just like he isn't really able to do anything about the way he's being fucked other than take it. He doesn't think he's supposed to come from this, because this isn't about him but, in another way, it's all about him. This version of Lee is all for him, he knows.

Unable to form words, he makes a wet sound, almost a whimper, fingertips clinging to the brick.

[atehimrightup]

He hadn’t quite expected it, but fucking George like this gives him a rush of power and control that usually only comes along with doing something bad. But now he has a different outlet for it all.

George is helpless, completely at his mercy, and Lee loves it. If George told him to stop or actually tried to get away from him, Lee would of course stop immediately. Both of them know that, but they’re pretending otherwise. Lee is predator, and George is prey.

It’s only Lee that knows how dangerous a game that is, but he tells himself that it’s okay. Because he would never hurt George in a way that he didn’t want.

George lets out a choking whimper, ass tipped out obscenely as he claws at the brick, and Lee’s thrusts get erratic as his orgasm closes in over him. He has to bite George’s shoulder to keep from crying out, cock pulsing inside of the devilishly tight grip of his body.

“You’re gonna have to be patient,” Lee pants out, making no move to touch George’s cock. He wants to so badly, but he thinks it might be better for George in the long run if he makes him wait. All he does is pull his wet fingers out of George’s mouth to wrap them around his throat instead. “I’m gonna pull out and you need to keep all my come inside you for a minute. Let a drop spill and you’re not coming at all tonight. Understand?”

[gallowseyes]

Lee comes inside him and George almost sobs, it feels so good. And then Lee is wrapping a hand around his throat and whispering filth and all George can do is nod.

"I won't," he mumbles. "I understand". He's fucked up against a lot of walls in his time, but it's never been quite like this before.

[atehimrightup]

“Good.” Lee pulls out slowly and watches as George’s muscles tense obediently, pulling his pants up and buttoning them. “Face forward.”

Lee crouches down behind George, nipping at the back of one of his thighs as he drags the bag over. George can’t see him, but can hear him rustling and ripping open packages. The overly friendly shopkeeper even put some batteries in the bag, and Lee calmly puts them into the plug and coats it with lube. It’s not exceptionally large, but certainly enough for George to feel it with every step he takes. He leaves it off for now, holding it by the base as he spreads George’s cheeks apart, touching the pointed tip to clenched hole.

“Now relax and take a deep breath,” Lee urges, and as soon as George obeys, Lee slowly presses the length of the toy into George’s body, not stopping until the base is resting neatly between his cheeks. “There,” he says in a tone so soft and fond, dripping with approval. “Now I’ll stay inside you.”

There’s a remote for the toy as well, and Lee slips it into his pocket as he stands up and crowds behind George again, tugging his pants up and carefully tucking his hard cock inside, kissing the side of his neck. “You’re gonna be a good little slut and wear that until I fuck you again.”

He pauses then, mouthing at George’s neck with one hand on his belly, waiting to see if George has any protests. It’s important to Lee that he keep checking in, even silently, to make sure he’s still on board.

[gallowseyes]

He stands there, hands on the brick, eyes closed, trousers still pulled down and cock aching hard, muscles clenched, thinking about nothing much but Lee's come inside him. He understands what's about to happen a beat before it does, and then the toy is inside him, filling him, like nothing he's ever felt before.

"Jesus Christ, alright," he says. "Yes."

[atehimrightup]

“Good,” Lee says brightly, kissing the bolt of his jaw while buttoning up George’s pants. He steps back and takes George’s hand, tugging at him until he’s facing Lee again. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He really is, all flushed and dark-eyed, looking almost dazed, and Lee leans in to give him a kiss.

“Well, we better get home,” Lee says as he gathers up the black bag and takes George’s hand, leading him jauntily out of the alley and to the main street, glancing over at George as he walks with the toy inside of him. It’s not long before they get to a busy street and Lee looks around, then gives George a mildly evil grin before lifting his hand to hail a cab.

One pulls up almost immediately. There’s a middle aged man behind the wheel, tired and grumpy looking, and Lee lets out a casual whistle as he opens the back door and ushers George inside. “After you, baby doll.”

[gallowseyes]

The toy shifts inside him with every step and his trousers are uncomfortably tight and George barely knows what's happening until Lee is holding open the door for him. He shoots him a dubious look as he shifts over the seat, his eyelashes fluttering at the pressure on the base of the plug.

"It's really not that far to walk," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee feels a little bit evil, but that’s okay. He thinks that must be one of the things George likes about him.

“No, no, I want you to be comfortable,” Lee says sweetly, patting George’s thigh while giving the driver the address for George’s building. The car pulls away and Lee lifts up from the seat a little to pull out his wallet, and also the tiny remote control that George hadn’t caught a glimpse of yet.

“Are you guys having a fun night?” The driver asks blandly, like he’s reading from a script. Lee leans back in the seat, legs falling open as he holds the remote on his thigh, spreading his arm out along the back of the seat behind George’s head.

“Yeah, we just did a little shopping,” Lee says casually, looking ahead as he turns the power onto the lowest vibration setting, smirking when he feels George jolt next to him. Lee pauses, then raises the power by one. “Now we’re gonna have a quiet evening in.”

[gallowseyes]

He's never felt anything like it, and he'd be at a loss to explain exactly how it feels but, once the toy starts to vibrate inside him, there's no way he is going to be able to follow the question, let alone participate. He shifts his hips against the leather seat, his head tipping back as he tries not to come then and there.

[atehimrightup]

Lee can’t help but to look over and watch George, turning his wrist so he can cup the base of his skull when George tips his head back, thumbing soothingly behind his ear.

He’s struck all over again by George’s beauty, awed by this quick-witted, thoughtful little demon with an angel’s face. Lee watches his lashes flutter, watches his throat bob as he swallows. His hips shift, knuckles going white, and Lee can’t even blink. He could watch this forever, and can’t seem to look away.

“I said we’re here,” the driver says, irritable and loud like it isn’t the first time, and Lee suddenly remembers where they are. He clears his throat and turns the toy off so George can have a moment’s reprieve, and then pays the man with a hefty tip.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Lee says as he climbs out of the car and grabs the bag, leaning over to hold out his hand for George to take, smiling all the while.

[gallowseyes]

The toy stops its buzzing but the damage is already done: George takes Lee's hand, but all he can think about is how hard his cock is, how full his arse feels. It shifts inside him with every step and, every time it shuts he feels it in his cock. It's maddening.

They get to the door to his rooms and he has to fumble in his pocket for his keys, letting them in and, once the door is closed, looking at Lee with a slightly glazed expression in his eyes.

He knows that this is when it properly starts and, God, he can't wait.

[atehimrightup]

George is almost frantic with lust and while Lee is also burning with it, he feels strangely calm. Sure, having gotten off helped. But it’s more than that.

He follows George down the hall in a slow, cat-like way, head tilting slightly as he looks him up and down. This stunning creature is not only desperate for him, but is entirely at his mercy.

It’s then that he realizes what it is that he’s feeling. It’s the intense calm right before a kill, but this is the first time that he’s felt it without the thick veil of shame crushing it down. He’s a predator about to get exactly what it wants. He’s going to catch his prey. He’s going to utterly devour this man, one way or another.

Lee is no stranger to the scent of lust but George is like nothing else. The scent of him is so thick in the air that Lee can feel it in his lungs when he takes a breath. His eyes track George as they enter the apartment, so locked on him that the building could come down around them and he wouldn’t blink.

Using his body is how Lee makes most of his kills. He knows how to move it, to make good use of it, and he does so now, dropping the bag and moving in to crowd George back against the door, caging him in his hands on either side of George’s head.

Lee stares at him for a long moment, maintaining eye contact and smiling slowly before turning the toy back on with the remote tucked into his palm. He only leaves it on for a few moments, only long enough to remind George that he can.

“Take off all your clothes,” Lee commands, sounding authoritative and strong even to his own ears. He turns away and saunters across the living room, picking up the bag and shoving the coffee table out of the way one handed before turning to drop down onto the middle of the sofa. His knees fall open and he grabs a cushion, dropping it on the floor between them before snapping his fingers and pointing down at it. “And then get on your knees. Right now.”

[gallowseyes]

This version of Lee is newly discovered, and George craves it -- the look in Lee's eye, the tone of his voice. It all reduces George to a shivering mess who will do anything and everything that he's told for approval. He's done so much thinking in his life, so much calculation, and he's finding that it feels really good to just let go and let someone else make every decision for him.

Lee tells him to strip and he does. It doesn't take long to umbutton shirt and trousers and peel them off. Once that's done, he lowers himself down onto his knees. His cock is flushed darkly, hard as rock and, when he shifts, he can feel the toy inside him. Almost hesitant, he looks up to meet Lee's eye.

[atehimrightup]

He obeys without the slightest hesitation. He almost looks relived, and Lee mulls it all over in his head as George kneels at his feet. Each time they come together like this, Lee feels like he’s collecting more pieces to the vast puzzle that is George.

Lee studies him for another moment and then sits up and reaches for the bag so he can take out the collar. He pushes the bag aside with his foot and removes the key from the little bag that it came in. It’s on a long silver chain and Lee slowly wraps that chain around his fingers before opening the lock. He opens the collar and then looks at George.

“We are each our own people, George. Most of the time. But when you have this on? You’re mine,” Lee tells him, hoping that he’s going in the right direction with this. He gets the feeling he might be. “When you have this on, you don’t have to do anything but belong to me.”

Lee lifts his collar from his lap, holding each end of the leather tightly in his hands. “Do you want to wear the collar tonight, George?”

[gallowseyes]

It all sinks through George like stone through water. He wants to, badly, he realises -- to just put himself in Lee's hands. To belong to someone, however briefly, without having to do the tally of what its with to him every single time. Lee wants him for his body, yes, but it's more than that. It's so much more than that.

He nods.

"I...understand. And yes, I want it. Please." He tips his head back, baring his throat.

[atehimrightup]

Drunk on power as he is, it’s not lost on Lee that this is about more than sex. George trusts Lee, trusts him enough to give up control of his body and his mind. That just about knocks the air out of his lungs.

“Good,” he breathes out, slipping the cool leather around George’s neck. Lee can see the silvery stretch of the scar tissue around the base of it, and he strokes his thumbs over it gently before bringing the clasps together and hooking the open lock through them. “If, at any point at any time, you want the collar off, say unlock. You say unlock and we will stop what we’re doing and I won’t be mad, okay? We’ll just go back to normal.”

He gives the lock a short, gentle tug. “Promise me.”

[gallowseyes]

"Unlock," repeats George, swallowing so that he can feel the press of the collar around his neck. "Understood. I promise."

Before it really starts, before he's reduced to a thing, he leans in and presses a soft kiss against Lee's mouth.

[atehimrightup]

“Good,” Lee breathes out, smiling to himself and caressing George’s cheek as he’s kissed. It’s soft and sweet and Lee hums as it ends. He pulls back to look at George, thumbing at his jaw for a moment before he lets go to twist the little padlock, snapping it shut with a deafening dick.

He tugs on the lock again to make sure it’s secure, then takes the key and puts the chain over his head. It settles against his chest and Lee lets out a soft, satisfied growl of a sound.

“Mine,” he says as he grabs George’s chin, thumbing roughly at his mouth. He sits back and simply admires George for a moment, stunned by his beauty and deeply, deeply satisfied by the sight of the collar around his throat.

Next, he takes the leash out of the bag and hooks it onto the collar, wrapping the middle of the chain around one fist and giving it a firm tug, pulling him in closer and watching George’s eyes darken in response.

“This is mine,” Lee says as he reaches down to gently fist George’s achingly hard cock. After a few slow strokes, Lee lets go and puts his hand in the center of his chest, pushing hard enough that George topples backwards, shoulders landing on the floor beneath him.

“But I want to watch you play with it,” he says in a low voice, lifting each of George’s legs until they’re hooked over the sofa, one calf on either side of Lee’s knees. It makes a vulgar display, George spread open like that with the chain held taut between them, and Lee settles back against the sofa to watch. “Touch yourself for me, baby. Let me see, but don’t you fucking dare come.”

[gallowseyes]

He might as well have been on a leash his whole life, pulled this way and that. The reality of it is better than he'd thought it would be; Lee pulls him in by the leash and it goes right to his cock. He whimpers. He's not sure that he'd let anyone else do it to him, anywhere else under heaven. He's not sure whether, if it was something that had occurred to James, whether it was something he could have stood.

But here he is.

Lee pushes him backwards and he sprawls, undignified, submits to having his limbs rearranged until he's sufficiently splayed out. He imagines how he must look, lying on his back with his legs lifted and spread, the base of the plug dark and obscene between his cheeks. Lee tells him to touch himself and he curls his fingers around his cock, squeezing, tentatively stroking. He feels on the verge of exploding.

[atehimrightup]

Lee wants to remember this moment, and he wants to make George’s cheeks get ruddy and pink, so he takes out his phone and takes a few pictures, lining up the shot so his knees are visible, and George spread out beyond, hand around his cock and a toy in his ass, mouth open as he gasps. He’s so, so beautiful.

“Keep going,” he says as he switches to video. He glances up from the screen as he switches on the toy with the remote still tucked into his hand, the same one with the leash wrapped around it. Lee pulls the chain taut and then ends the video so he can drop his phone and put his hand on George’s shin instead.

“What a pretty slut you are,” he murmurs, tugging on the chain again. “Is this what you wanted when you invited me out tonight?” He turns the intensity on the toy up, and some sick part of him is immensely satisfied when George yelps and squirms. Helpless. “Or is it even better than you could have dreamed?”

[gallowseyes]

He can't even imagine how obscene the image on Lee's phone screen is, even before he turns the toy back on and George feels his hips start to buck and squirm completely out of his control. He keeps his hand moving, stroking his cock and, somehow, forces himself to open his eyes and look Lee in the face.

"You can't...surely...be expecting me to make conversation," he says, losing the words in a helpless moan. "It's...better."

[atehimrightup]

Lee can’t help but to laugh at that, warm and fond, and he smiles when George looks at him. And then his gaze goes predatory again, hungry, at the sounds he makes, and the way his body moves.

George is normally so controlled. He holds himself in a certain way, a proper way, and it’s beautiful to watch all that training fall away and turn him into an animal twitching on the floor.

The leather handle of the leash dangles from the end of the chain and Lee grips it in his fist, brushing it against the inside of George’s thigh before slapping him with it, hard enough to feel the sting. And then a little harder on his other thigh.

“No, you’re right,” Lee muses, hitting his thigh with the leather strap again before turning up the toy another notch. He has no idea how far up it goes. He supposes they’ll find out. “You’re still far too composed.”

[gallowseyes]

The thing inside him vibrates harder, faster and George feels his eyes all but roll back in his head, the hand on his cock stuttering. His heels dig into the sofa as his hips rock and squirm. It's too much -- the sting of the leather, how turned on he is.

He doesn't want it stop.

[atehimrightup]

Seeing how perceptive George is to it, Lee drops the leash and slaps George’s inner thigh with his palm. He has such nice thighs, and the look even nicer with Lee’s red handprint etched into the pale flesh.

“Such an obedient little whore.” Lee turns the toy up even more, watching as George’s hips jerk wildly. Lee stares at him, fascinated, again feeling like a cat toying with a mouse. It’s shameful how much he enjoys it, but he gets the feeling that George really enjoys being the mouse.

“Touch your nipples with your other hand,” Lee demands, reaching for his phone again. He can tell that George isn’t going to last much longer, even though he’s trying so hard. Lee can’t expect miracles, after all. “Not hard. Just enough to feel it. I wanna see.”

[gallowseyes]

George yelps when Lee slaps his thigh -- an undignified, unguarded sound. When Lee tells him to touch his nipples, he moves the hand not on his cock almost immediately, skimming it over his chest and brushing his fingertips against one of the bars piercing his nipples, then the other. He tentatively squeezes one between forefinger and thumb and it's the sharp sting of that that pushes him over the edge, coming so hard that it actually stripes under his chin and his jaw.