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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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[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.

[atehimrightup]

Lee starts another video, feeling his own cock give a needy lurch when George starts to play with the barbell in his nipple. He’s honestly just about to open his mouth to tell George that he could come when George beats him to it.

It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and he’s glad to have caught it on video, but suddenly he isn’t sure what to do. He told George not to, but he did it anyway. He’s not mad, really. He knows they’re experimenting here and he was putting George through a lot, but still. He has to do something.

Lee stops the video and turns off the toy, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares down at George with silent disapproval, brows furrowed and expression stern.

If nothing else, letting George stew will give Lee time to decide how to move forward.

[gallowseyes]

It's a beat before he realises when he did wrong. He lies there, splashed in his own come, legs still up, cock still twitching, breathing hard, and he feels his face flush red with shame. He turns his face, eyes squeezed shut.

"Shit. I...I'm sorry. I didn't...Lee, I didn't mean to. I..."

[atehimrightup]

“You didn’t even ask,” Lee says, and he finds it hard to keep his hands to himself when George looks so pathetic, but he forces himself to stay still. “So much for being obedient. I guess you’re just a whore.”

He stands up and steps over George, making his way to the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge. He’d brought them over last time he was here, and it does something funny to his chest to see them there in the fridge, but he’ll have to examine that later.

For now, he leans against the counter and cracks open the beer, taking a long sip while looking anywhere but at George. The only suitable punishment, Lee thinks, would be to not give him the attention he so obviously wants.

[gallowseyes]

There's something about it -- being left there on the floor, that sinks through him. He doesn't dare move, doesn't dare wipe at the come on his skin. He must lies there, his cock still half hard, his breathing still coming in a rush. He tried not to squirm from the humiliation of it.

"I'm sorry," he said, and his, pathetically so. "I didn't mean to. I...I'll make it up to you. However you want. Anything."

[atehimrightup]

Well, how the hell is Lee supposed to resist that? He’s not going to be good at the punishment part of this. He can already tell.

He can’t stand to see George upset, in the game or out of it.

Still, Lee ignores him for a few more minutes, nursing his beer while his cock throbs in his jeans, and then he eventually wanders over and sits down on the floor next to George without touching him, back against the sofa. He looks down at George’s face without talking, then reaches over to swipe his finger through the come on George’s neck, gathering as much of it as he can before shoving his finger roughly into George’s mouth.

[gallowseyes]

Lee shoves come coated fingers into George's mouth and, reflexively, George sucks them clean. His dark eyes eyebrows draw together in confusion. He'd swallow come -- his own or Lee's -- willingly, and they both know it but, somehow, he still feels like he's being punished.

[atehimrightup]

Lee is still thinking on how to proceed when he spots a dish on the coffee table, some sort of empty decorative thing, and he reaches over to grab it so he can set it on the floor in front of him. He pours some of his beer into it before taking a sip from the bottle, looking speculatively at George before gesturing toward the dish with his chin.

“Drink. You must be thirsty after that,” Lee tells him, finding the leash again and giving it a sharp, pointed tug. “No hands.”

[gallowseyes]

George stares at him for a long moment, ignoring the sinking feeling of humiliation in the pit of his stomach because that's the point, isn't it? This is the punishment. He lowers one leg then the other, shifting until he can sit up and then get up onto his knees. .

He glances at Lee, not sure he's hoping for.

[atehimrightup]

Lee can tell by the look on George’s face that he’s hit the mark. His first thought had been spanking, but George would enjoy that too much. Ignoring him hurts Lee as well, but this? This will do the trick.

George sits there on his knees and Lee looks at him expectantly, reeling in the leash until George is forced down onto his hands and knees, his head hovering over the dish.

“You said you’d do anything,” Lee points out calmly, gesturing toward the dish again. His expression hardens a little and he gives the leash a sharp tug, pitching his voice low and commanding. “Drink it, cunt.”

[gallowseyes]

As a punishment, it's effective. George's face burns but he lowers towards the bowl. He remembers, at the last minute, that Lee told him he couldn't use his hands and he shifts, shuffling his knees further apart to make him more stable and clasping his hands behind his back as he bends and, not knowing how else to proceed, laps beer from the bowl in front of him.

[atehimrightup]

George turns beet red and there is obvious hesitation, but he does it. Lee wasn’t sure how it was going to make him feel. He doesn’t enjoy humiliating George, but he does enjoy the power it gives him. It’s a rush.

“Ah, so you can follow instructions,” Lee says, letting a hint of fondness creep into his voice as he watches George lap at the bowl, beer dripping down his chin. Lee lets it go on for a while, enough to really drive the point home.

“Okay, that’s enough.” He reaches out to take the bowl away and sets it on the table, finally reaching out to touch George’s face, cupping his jaw and wiping beer from chin with his thumb as he urges him back up onto his knees. “Did you learn your lesson?”