Dandruff

Jacob gnawed his bottom lip worriedly throughout the entire ride home. Phoenix was acting as if he wasn’t there. He kept his head straight and he didn’t open his mouth even the slightest bit. This was not good. Not good at all.
So he might have gone a bit too far this time… Phoenix had a right to be angry… Or at least he thought he did, and Jacob wasn’t going to be the one to argue his right. For the millionth time, the boy wondered why Phoenix cared. One would think he’d be thrilled to watch his future go down the drain. But as usual, Phoenix was more unpredictable than the weather.

…And he was also scary as fuck, well, more so than usual. His foot never once touched the brake pedal. The Range Rover was weaving through traffic like a bat on steroids out of hell. Fearing for his life, Jacob clutched the seatbelt and the handle on the door desperately, but kept all protests to himself since he had a feeling that Phoenix was going to break all of his limbs at the slightest provocation.

Never before had the gates to the house looked so menacing. They opened slowly and ominously. Cheesy horror movie music rang in his ears as the SUV pulled to a stop in the driveway. Felicity’s car wasn’t there, which was rather worrying because it meant she wouldn’t be there to pull the older man off of him whenever he snapped.

For the first time since they left the school, Phoenix’s eyes met his. The man’s expression was unreadable. And yet it made Jacob gulp anyway.


“You’re home early, Mr. Scofield,” Juanita commented as they entered the foyer. She was wiping off the marble-top table with one of those swanky chamois things that advertised on infomercials all the time. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine. You have the rest of the day off,” Phoenix said, his tone leaving no room for questions.

The maid looked stunned at the abrasive undertone. She turned to Jacob, who looked like he’d been sentenced to death row. It then occurred to her that it was only 11:15. Why wasn’t Jacob at school? It didn’t take long for her to put two and two together; Jacob was in trouble. He did something stupid enough to get kicked off the school premises and that obviously made the lawyer positively furious if how square his jaw was set was any indication. She sighed. It was only a matter of time before that boy pushed Phoenix too far… But at the same time, she’d prefer not to witness a murder. Hastily, she finished cleaning off the table before she padded out of the room. An awkward silence settled over the two males as they waited. Waited for what, Jacob didn’t know. It was made clear when Juanita appeared with her bags.

“Good luck, mijo,” she patted his arm solemnly as she walked through the door, closing it behind her.

They were all alone now, and fear held him by the throat.

“Follow me; we’re going to have a little chat in the study,” Phoenix said as he started walking. His tone was so icy it sent shivers down the youth’s spine.


Jacob was hot on his heels, figuring it was best to do as he was told for now.
No words were exchanged as they ascended the stairs. All Jacob could hear was his heart creating a frantic racket in his ears. Now that he wasn’t high anymore, he was on the verge of shitting said heart out. This was all Craig and his low-quality weed’s fault! There was a lesson to be learned here; if all pot costs you is fellatio, it probably isn’t that good.

Once inside the study, Phoenix locked the door behind him, his eyes following Jacob’s every move like some sort of predator. If any predator wore Armani suits… The man turned the wingback, leather chair facing the desk around and took a seat, his steely gaze causing Jacob to shift from foot to foot uncomfortably. Jacob was both afraid and a bit ticked off. What the hell did Phoenix think this was; America’s Next Top Model? If he was going to kill him, why draw it out? For crying out loud, there was no TV audience to torture with unnecessary suspense! The standstill was disrupted when the sound of Phoenix’s generic ring tone ricocheted off the stacked bookcases.

“Hello?” the bastard just had to accept the call to waste even more time. “Yeah, I took care of it… You won’t believe this shit. Try not to worry about it; it’s not that important right now. I’ll fill you in later when you get off work… No, you don’t have to waste your lunch hour to come home; we’ll be just fine… Alright, I’ll see you later. I love you, too. Bye.”

“Yes, because it is commonplace to fuck anyone willing to let you tie them up when you love someone,” Jacob couldn’t keep that remark to himself. It immediately showed on his face that he regretted the words. Something told him his big mouth would be the death of him one day. And from the looks of things, it would be no surprise if that day was today.

Phoenix calmly placed his Blackberry on the desk. “You’re hopeless, do you know that? You’ve got the opportunity to make something out of yourself, and you choose to behave like the piece of trash you are. Can’t take the trailer out of the boy, I suppose.”

“I’ve never lived in a trailer, you prick.”

“I’m going to warn you once. That is the last time you call me names in my house, or I swear to God you will not like what I do to you.”

Wisely, Jacob chose to keep his opinion on that threat to himself. He was beginning to think Phoenix was nothing but hot air.

“I think it’s time I clarify a few things,” the lawyer continued. “When I said you were mine, I meant it. Do you understand what I meant by that?”

The boy shrugged flippantly. “I figured you hadn’t taken your medication that day. I mean, you haven’t acted any differently—”

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t recall giving you permission to speak.”

“Excuse me?” Jacob took a step back. Who the hell did this son of a bitch think he was?

“That’s two strikes against you. Say something else, I dare you. The cops won’t be able to pull me off you without killing both of us,” the glare he bestowed upon the teenager made the boy gasp.

Okay, shutting up for now seemed like a reasonable bargain.

That arrogant smirk returned in all its frustrating glory. “Good, I’m glad you’re beginning to understand. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I claimed you as mine. I know you’re a bit dense, so I’m going to break down exactly what that entails. Your ass is mine. Your mouth is mine. Your goddamn hands are mine. That scrawny, little body of yours… Guess what, sunshine; it’s mine. The shit you’ve done before, I’m not going to bother about it. But here’s where the problem arises; after you agreed to be mine, you whored yourself out for a fucking joint. Baby, you’ve got no respect for yourself. And quite frankly, I don’t have a shred of respect for you, either. And that’s why I’m going to fuck you like the little animal you are.”

Green eyes were wide open in shock and cheeks flushed with embarrassment at those words. No one had ever talked to him like that, and what was most surprising was that he could feel his cock stirring in arousal. He didn’t know what to think or what to do. He just stood there gaping like a horny fish.

The man continued his speech, “You’ve proven time and time again that you can’t be responsible. In the real world, you’re not going to survive very long behaving like you do. You think you have shit all figured out, but you couldn’t be any more wrong. Hell, this situation is a good example of that. You picked the wrong motherfucker to play games with. I guess you’ll find that out soon enough. However, I’m a compassionate man. You need discipline, and I’m going to give it to you even though you don’t deserve it. What do you think about that? And yes, you can talk now.”

“I… I’m not into that weird, fetish shit you like! This is ridiculous!” Jacob stammered, lacking his usually confident composure.

“Oh, please. I don’t think you’ve come across anything you’re not into. You’re a slut, Jacob. It’s just your nature to enjoy anything as long as there’s a cock in your ass by the end of it. Personally, I think it’s one of your better qualities.”

“This is different!” not the best defence of honour there ever was.

“Too bad. You should have thought about what you were agreeing to before you agreed to it. You’re stuck until I get bored with you. I’m tired of hearing you gripe, so no more talking for now.”

Jacob glowered at him petulantly but kept his mouth shut. He was both anxious and annoyed by this situation.

“Today, we’re going to start working on getting you to follow orders. How are we going to do that, you wonder? Simple: I tell you what to do, and you do it. Don’t question me, don’t stall, and don’t disobey me. Because if you do any of those things, especially the latter, I’m going to get mad and do something you’ll regret. Understood?”

He was given no response as Jacob folded his arms defiantly.

“I asked you a fucking question.”

“I can hear you. Jeez.”

“I didn’t ask you if you heard me, I asked you if you understood. And don’t take that tone with me.”

“Yes, I understand; English is my first language.”

“Fantastic. Now I want you to strip. And don’t even think of protesting because I’m not in the mood to hear you bitch and moan. Well, maybe moan, but not right now. So get to it.”

When the lawyer’s gaze didn’t waver, Jacob sighed dejectedly and quickly pulled his T-shirt over his head before tossing it carelessly to the floor.

“No, stop.”

“What now?” the boy demanded exasperatedly.

“Do it slower. I’m not telling you to put on a burlesque show, but make me want it.”

“You already seem to want it if that tent in your pants is what I think it is…”

“You just keep on running your mouth. Didn’t I tell you to shut up? I don’t like when my toys don’t listen, Jacob.”

“I AM NOT ONE OF YOUR FUCKING TOYS! You’re so full of shit! And freaky as hell, too! Fuck this bullshit! I’m not going to become one of your rent-a-whores just because you’re looking for a convenient lay!” Jacob exploded, picking his shirt up off the floor and proceeding to stomp towards the exit.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“None of your business! You need help, dude.”

Before Jacob knew what hit him, he found his back pressed up against a bookcase with blue eyes narrowed angrily at him and dull nails digging into his shoulders.

“Why do you like smashing my buttons? I’m trying my best not to just fuck you dry and watch you scream and cry on my dick, and trust me, I’d enjoy that a lot, yet you keep on pushing me over the edge. Why?” the man’s voice sounded so uncharacteristically gentle in spite of his disturbing words.

“Can you hear yourself? Let me go!”

“You seemed to be into it until that little outburst. What’s the matter? You want to be more to me than a toy? Do you want me to be your boyfriend? Buy you flowers and hold your hand while we watch the sunset? Ha.”

“Let me go,” Jacob repeated, his heart sinking in his chest for some reason. “I don’t want you to be my anything!”

“You’re in denial, but unfortunately for you, my patience has run out. I’m done going easy on you. You don’t give me orders; I give you orders. Remember, you chose to learn this the hard way.”

The string of foul language was stopped in its tracks as large hands tightened around the slender neck. He could still breathe, barely, but speaking was out of the question and it hurt like a bitch. He could feel tears brimming in his eyes. All he could do was stare at Phoenix’s disturbing grin. Was he going to kill him?

“You know what asphyxiation is, don’t you?” the lawyer laughed cruelly, applying more weight on his throat. “Some people have a fetish for it. Personally, I only like it if my cock’s inside someone’s body while they’re gasping for air. The spasms feel so good, you wouldn’t believe it...Like if I was inside you right now, it’d probably feel pretty damn good.”

‘I’m going to die. I’m going to die. I’m going to die…’ was the mantra going through Jacob’s head. Phoenix was much more insane than he could’ve ever imagined. He had a fucking asphyxiation fetish?! And he wanted to choke him? Things like that didn’t happen to normal people! WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING TO HIM?! ‘You brought this on yourself. Maybe you wanted it to happen,’ a masochistic voice in his head made itself known, obviously getting off on this abuse.

“If you promise to be a good boy, I’ll let go… What do you say?” the pressure on his throat lessened. Both of them damn well knew he had no choice but to agree to the conditions at this stage; he now knew just how serious Phoenix was about all this.

“Fine,” he rasped, his vocal cords protesting the rough treatment.

Phoenix let him go and walked back to the leather chair, taking a seat. “Get back where you were and continue taking off the rest of your clothes, slowly this time.”

Rubbing at his sore neck caused the boy to wince as he did as told. He already knew that madman left fingerprints on him. He bit his lip as he unbuttoned his jeans, he couldn’t figure out why the hell he had an erection. He felt an inch tall under those calculating eyes. As he was about to remove his boxers, he was interrupted again.

“Turn around and bend over when you’re taking those off. I want a good look at what I’m getting.”

It was so cute how Jacob was blushing like a virgin even though he was the opposite of one. A lazy but pleased grin stretched across the lawyer’s lips and he reclined in his seat, watching Jacob hook his fingers beneath the waist of his boxers and bend over. The undergarment slowly moved, giving him a good view of his scrotum and that firm, little ass, down thin legs, and then pooled around his ankles, where he kicked them off. When Jacob turned around to face him, his cock was dark with arousal and a droplet of pre-come gleamed on the tip. He had to marvel at how much more attractive Jacob was when he was naked, turned on, and quiet.

“You actually followed orders. Congratulations. Now I want you to crawl over to me.”

An outraged expression worked its way onto Jacob’s face, but he didn’t voice it. Grudgingly, he got onto his hands and knees, feeling quite stupid.

“That’s a good boy… now arch your back more and raise your ass a little higher; it looks like you’re shaking it when it’s that high up. Don’t look at me like that. Actually, keep your head bowed.”

So Jacob found himself directly in front of Phoenix on all fours. He kept his eyes on the man’s well-polished, black shoes, sort of seeing his extremely distorted reflection in them. This whole thing felt like a dream; a very bizarre, sexy dream. He didn’t even know why he found this kind of thing sexy. He’d never been interested in it before, hell; he’d even thought it was nothing but weird and disturbing. But here he was, humiliated with his ass up in the air and sporting the most painfully needy erection he’d ever had. One of those shined shoes rose and tipped his chin upwards, his confused, green eyes meeting Phoenix’s smug, blue ones. As if to shield him, his hair decided to fall over his eyes to slightly obscure the intense staring contest.

“You know what I’m going to tell you to do now, don’t you?” Phoenix asked as he spread his legs, leaning over slightly to brush the thick curls out of the boy’s line of vision. His hand drifted down Jacob’s cheek and he caressed the plump bottom lip with his thumb. “Suck me off.”

When he realised the man was making no effort to help him, Jacob crawled between his legs and sat back on his haunches, unbuckling his belt and unzipping and unbuttoning his slacks. Phoenix’s hands gripped the armrests as he watched Jacob manoeuvre his member out of his snug boxer briefs. Once it was free, the astonished expression on Jacob’s face made him grin like a bloody loon.

“What’s the matter? You don’t like it?” he pouted playfully.

“It’s… big…” Jacob smartly commented. And he was right. It was thick, circumcised, and probably about eight inches, give or take; most likely give. Not to mention the fact that it seemed to be glaring menacingly at him. How it did this, he didn’t know, but apparently it was just as aggressive as its owner.

A large hand gripped the impressive girth and gave it a few strokes. “Aw, you don’t like it? You hurt its feelings.”

“That… is not going to fit anywhere in me.”

“Bullshit. You’ve been ridden more times than Greyhound, for all I know you might not even feel it.”

“I haven’t slept with that many guys… And… they’ve never been that big…” once again, his conscience rolled its eyes at his pathetic way of defending himself today.

Pride was dripping off Phoenix’s body in waves. “Then I’m glad I’ll get to see you squirm around in pain. Don’t worry, though, it’ll fit, even if we have to force it in.”

A muffled, disgruntled noise was emitted when Phoenix ruthlessly shoved his cock in Jacob’s mouth. The boy glared up at him as he gripped his hair to keep his head in place. Would a bit of warning have been too much to ask for?

“Start sucking. Let’s see what you can do.”

For some strange reason, Jacob took this was a challenge. His cheeks hollowed as he worked the thick shaft in his mouth. His tongue swirled and rubbed against the heated flesh desperately. He ran the slick muscle along the veined underbelly until it reached the flared head where he then prodded the sensitive glands. If he could’ve smirked, then he would have. He’d finally gotten an involuntary reaction out of the lawyer; his cock throbbed and his thighs twitched. The salty flavour of pre-ejaculate flooded his taste buds. Phoenix pushed his head down, trying to get him to take more of him in his mouth. Feeling bold, he reached up a hand up and untangled Phoenix’s fingers from his hair so he could withdraw it entirely.

He held the base in his hands as he eagerly laved the shaft with his tongue. Phoenix seemed to be giving him free reign for now, because while his hand still loosely gripped his hair, he allowed him free movement. He alternated between sucking and licking for what seemed like an eternity. No one ever took this long with him… Phoenix must’ve had more fucking stamina than a long-distance runner. His jaw grew tired of this whole charade so he just jacked the man off while it recuperated.

“What are you doing?” Phoenix raised an eyebrow.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he shot back. His voice was hoarse from these debauched activities.

“Giving me a handjob. And I asked you for a blowjob. If I wanted to jack off, I would’ve done it myself.”

“My jaw’s tired!”

“Maybe it wouldn’t be tired if you were better at this. You need to learn how to deep throat.”

“I’ve tried. I’m lucky I haven’t thrown up yet.”

“Practice makes perfect. Now put that big mouth of yours to better use,” Phoenix pushed his head closer to his cock.

With a sigh Jacob resumed the blowjob. The man was not-so-subtly forcing his head lower and lower. The tip brushed the back of his throat and he gagged. He could hear a pleasured sigh escape the man’s lips at the sensation of his throat contracting around his penis. He tried to pull his head back but Phoenix kept pushing it down lower. Tears were running down his cheeks. He couldn’t fucking breathe! He looked heavenward and was sickened by the extremely delighted and perverse sneer he was met with. That bastard seriously got off on this? Panic took over and before he realised what he was doing, he bit down.

In a whirlwind of movement, he found himself lying on his back on the floor. Phoenix had risen to his feet and was looming above him with a murderous scowl, fully dressed except for the fact that his dick was sticking out like an oversized, sore, aroused thumb.

“Have you lost your fucking mind, Jacob? You don’t bite people’s cocks! What the fuck is wrong with you?! What if you damaged it just now?”

“It seems fine to me! It’s still hard! And you were choking me with it, you sick fuck!”

“This isn’t about you. This is about me. If I want to fuck your throat, I’m going to fuck it. You don’t take it upon yourself to have limits with me.”

“So I’m supposed to let you kill me because you’re a selfish prick?!”

“I’m offended that you think I would kill you. I’m not a monster. If I was a monster, I would’ve acted on my impulses to snap your neck and throw you in a ditch somewhere by now.”

Well, that was comforting. Not.

“You disobeyed my orders,” the barrister continued authoritatively, looking way too imposing in his suit even if his genitals were on display. “That’s the third strike. Get up and bend over the desk.”

The study really was very nice. Masculine yet refined with a simple and sophisticated décor. For the first time, Jacob got to admire the room. He had nothing else to look at. He’d followed Phoenix’s instructions and so his ass was up in the air for what felt like the millionth time today with his head rested on his folded arms. Shuffling sounds went on behind him, but he’d been ordered not to look back and he was in so much trouble already he chose not to get into any more.

Smack!

The sound of leather against skin rang out.

“SHIT!” Jacob cried out in shock. His ass was on fire. Phoenix belted him! He tried to get up, but a hand on his lower back pushed him back down.

“I warned you. The least you can do now is take your punishment like a man,” Phoenix snidely said.

The belt was brought down again, this time across his back, leaving a red welt in its wake. He hissed and arched his back involuntarily, pain shooting through his whole body.

Smack!

Jacob howled out swearing that would make a nun faint.

Another lash across his ass. There were angry, purplish marks crisscrossing each other and the surrounding areas reddened on the pale globes. Jacob was panting loudly, his face flushed and drenched in sweat. He couldn’t tell if he was crying from the pain or the humiliation.

“I’m done hitting you now. I don’t want you in extremely bad shape,” the man cooed as he stroked the heated welts on the boy’s buttocks. “Three strikes. That’s all. God, you’re so hot when you cry. That suits you a lot better than your usual shtick.”

The belt was carelessly discarded on the desk. Phoenix dug through the drawers until he found what he was looking for; lube. He poured a copious amount onto his hand. He rubbed some on his cock, moaning softly as he did so. He spread Jacob’s ass and forced two slick fingers into the quivering entrance, which turned out to be a lot tighter than he’d expected. He almost felt bad for being so forceful. Almost. He worked the digits in and out, twisting and scissoring, fully enjoying Jacob’s poorly stifled mewls. He reached around Jacob’s hips with his free hand and grasped the boy’s cock, smirking when he discovered he was hard as a rock.

“Brace yourself. I’m not going to go easy on you,” he husked out.

“Aren’t you going to use a condom?” Jacob asked softly.

“I’m clean; I use condoms all the time. The last check-up you had says you’re clean… Although, it is you we’re talking about…”

And with that he shoved inside to the hilt, panting loudly as the velvety muscles clamped around him, trying to force the intrusion out. He gripped the narrow hips roughly, giving Jacob a few moments to adjust. He rotated his hips languidly in an attempt to open the boy up a bit.

“Stop tensing. Aren’t you used to this?”

“I… told you it’s… big!”

“Hn.”

He pulled out completely and spun Jacob around. The boy wore a bewildered expression as he pushed him onto the desk. It was replaced by a look of understanding soon after when a leg was thrown over a broad shoulder and the other sprawled as far as comfortably possible.

“Want to watch your face,” the lawyer explained.

Phoenix slowly guided himself inside the tight entrance again. Jacob was more relaxed around him this time. It didn’t seem likely that he would tear now, and so Phoenix withdrew until only the head was inside before he slammed back in and mercilessly pounded into him with quick, but deep thrusts.

“Oh… fuck! Right there!” Jacob whimpered, bucking his hips, his head thrown back indulgently.

Phoenix was fully enjoying the deliriously pleasured look on Jacob’s face. His eyes were half-closed, his kissable mouth slightly open, those pink, little nipples hard and standing out on the smooth boyish chest, and his skin deliciously flushed. His messy hair was in even more disarray than usual, splayed out on the desk. Every time Phoenix thrust into him, his suit brushed his erection and added to the sensations that threatened to overwhelm him.
His eyes snapped open when Phoenix pressed their lips together, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. He opened his mouth and let the man’s tongue in to ravage his mouth the same way he was ravaging his ass. God, he’d never experienced anything like this. The torture and embarrassment was worth it. Or was it so good because of the pain…?

Suddenly, the man’s blunt cock head nudged his prostate almost painfully hard. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he found himself staring at the ceiling. “Oh god…”

A hand moved from its position on his hips and into his hair, yanking it. “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

With great effort, Jacob focused his eyes on Phoenix’s face. He had no idea it was possible to look so arrogant, aroused, and hot at the same time.

“Who’s fucking you?” Phoenix purred.

“Uh… You are…”

“Mm… that’s right… And you like that don’t you?”

“Yeah…”

Another violent thrust hit the sensitive gland and his eyes flickered up to the ceiling again.

“I told you to fucking look at me!” Phoenix roared, backhanding him across the face. And at that moment, an orgasm rocked Jacob’s body, his cum shooting onto the man’s expensive suit. Phoenix quickly followed due to the muscles constricting around his dick, his own semen splashing inside the smaller, trembling body. He sank his teeth into Jacob’s shoulder to suppress his groans. For a few moments he leaned over Jacob, his hands on either side of Jacob’s head, catching his breath.

“Fuck. You ruined my suit. I’m going to have to change before I go back to work,” he pulled out.

“You’re going back to work…?” Jacob enquired quietly. He was puzzled at how the fuck he could’ve had an orgasm like that after getting smacked around…

“I don’t have all day to babysit you,” the man sent him a pointed glare as stood straight up and sauntered over to the door, unlocking it and then disappearing into the hallway.

Jacob sat up and felt sorry instantaneously. He was in so much pain he didn’t know what to think. He slumped to the floor and lied there for God knows how long, his mind gone blank.

==

It was 6PM when Jacob awoke. He’d forced himself to take a shower and put on a fresh change of clothes before he went to bed. He was still sore when he got up, but he couldn’t sleep anymore. He was hungry. He observed himself in the mirror before he headed downstairs, wincing at the bruises on his neck thanks to Phoenix trying to strangle him. He sighed and threw on a flannel shirt over his Nirvana T-shirt.

He limped down the stairs, disappointment flooding his system when he heard voices in the kitchen. Phoenix and Felicity were discussing him. He distinctly heard something about private school and tuition fees. He didn’t want to go to a private school. He wouldn’t fit in. And he felt sort of bad about being a bigger financial burden…
He turned back around and hobbled to the bathroom. He’d drink water from the damn tap and go back to sleep; he’d gone longer without food. He simply couldn’t deal with reality right now.

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