The Game

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THE GAME

Chapter Two



by lordoberon





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Simon\'s POV

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And with that said, he was practically ripping the twine from me, so eager he was. I cried out as it fell away, for it hurt so badly. I smarted with pain. My body was stiff. He caught me in his arms as the twine around my wrists was untied, and I swore as his body jolted against mine. It hurt so much.



I was in so much pain I could barely move. Leander helped me to stand up, and lead me to sit on a comfortable chair by the fire. He yanked the boots from my feet, and the collar from my throat. The blindfold was pulled away and flung to the floor. I could still feel the indentation of the knot at the back of my head, burning. I looked down at him as he crouched on his knees at my feet. Slowly I spread my legs wide, groaning at the prospect of getting what I wanted. Then, I scooted up so I wasn\'t laying back against the back of the chair. I had my arms back to support me, and I sat on the edge of the chair, my butt barely on it. My cock thrummed in anticipation.



"Fuck!" I swore as his mouth latched onto me over the trousers. It felt so good. Slowly that tongue slid against the tight trousers, over and over and over. I groaned, closing my eyes. My hands reached out to slide over his head and grip strands of blonde hair tightly. He began to suckle my cock through the trousers, and my hips bucked upward into the soft tongue and the wet heat of his mouth. But it was only a few moments before I couldn\'t stand this anymore. "Take...take it off..." I was panting.



His fingers were quickly at the waistline of the trousers, and he unzipped them and slid the sweaty leather from my legs with difficulty. I managed a smirk as he stared at my cock, hard and demanding, dripping. My arms tightened, my elbows pressing at the sides of his head. I was leaning over now, my chest heaving, my hands grabbing chunks of his hair at the back of his head. I yelled as his mouth slid over my cock, taking me in halfway, licking, sucking, and then sliding me out again. Then insistent fingers probed at the hole, and then tickled the balls. I could barely breathe. I stomped my foot against the floor, and he understood this to be a demand. Quickly his mouth was there, sucking, sliding sweetly over my flesh. I was making all sorts of sounds now, and thrusting forward.



Finally that hot wet mouth was over me, all of me, and I settled into his mouth with a low groan. For a moment, he simply let me sit there, gliding over his tongue. Then he was moving, his head bobbing as he sucked in all of me, sliding me in and out, tonguing the head before taking me in again. I thrust in faster and faster, my motions jerky and uneven. We set up a spasmodic pattern of thrusts and moans and groans, and his tongue was always moving, licking and pressing and wiggling all around, sweetly caressing and bathing my aching cock.



I felt the familiar tingle and the heat and the wet and sunk with a low moan towards him, shooting spurt after spurt. He drank it, and I lifted my head to watch him drink it. His Adam\'s apple jumped up and down. His cheeks were hollowed out with sucking. His lips were slick and swollen, oh so good to see. I saw a flash of pink tongue as he licked the last from the head, and I moaned at the sight of it. Then I sunk to the floor, settling back against the chair. My legs opened wide, and the pain returned to my body. I sighed, and tilted my head back, and closed my eyes.



"Was that good enough for you?"



"Mmm. Yes."



I was so tired. What time was it? What time had it been when I left with Leander? How long had we been in this building for? How long until dawn?



I decided to ask, just to show him that I did not belong to him. He was good at controlling me, but I would not stay with him. This was the statement I wanted to make to him. He did not have the ultimate power over me, of making me love him or care for him at all.



"What time is it?"



I cracked an eye open. He was frowning. He glanced up at the clock on the wall, saying, "We still have a few hours left. The sun rises at 6:40. It is now 3:19."



I groaned in frustration. Three hours left! Was he going to do this to me until I died? I was so exhausted. I was in so much pain. We had done so many things, touched each other in so many ways. He had made me do so many strange things - the drinking, the costumes, the twine...now I had agreed for him to take me, to rape me; I was worse than a prostitute, I didn\'t even ask for money. Then again, I was bartering for my mortal soul, to keep myself human.



In the end, it would be worth it. Right? I couldn\'t answer this with a yes. I was too miserable. Would I survive the rest of the night? I wanted to fall asleep. I was beyond sated, I was beyond being aroused again. At least, that was what I kept thinking. But my body kept wanting more, and Leander was original; he knew how to push my buttons and make me aroused and simultaneously hating myself. He knew how to keep my body wanting more.



"Does it hurt?"



I snarled. "Yes. The ropes hurt. Do you see me? I\'m bleeding..."



I realized it even as I said it. I was bleeding. Leander had not immediately attended to the blood. He had resisted those urges in order to give me what I wanted. But he was only giving me what I wanted because he wanted to fuck me until dawn. Right? Or did he think making me happy would make me forgive him? Like him? I stared at the blood pooling in the scrapes of my wrists made by the twine. Even as I stared, Leander moved forward. He took one hand, and spread out the fingers. Gripping my palm gently, he bent down. His mouth wandered over the bloody scrape for a few moments. Nostrils flared. Then his mouth was open and he was sucking hungrily. I grit my teeth against the pain as the pressure against my wound made it hurt more. It pulsed inside me, the pain. It stung sharply when he slid his tongue over the scrape. The scrape was red. I yelled as he sucked harder, but he continued to suck. The blood kept coming. Some of it was dry, and this he left alone. It was the liquid he wanted, and he licked this up.



Then he did the same to the other. By the end of it, I was swearing and grumbling under my breath. He searched for other signs of blood on me, nosing around, licking at a bruise by my hip. I seized up as his tongue licked at my thigh, and then I groaned. The scrapes there were almost as bad as the ones on my wrists. It felt good though, there, to have Leander licking. It soothed me. He licked one line around my thigh, and then the other. Suddenly he had his face leaning down more, and he was sliding his tongue deep in the hole. I moaned, bucking upward, as he licked the tender skin there, too. The ring of muscles tightened hard against his tongue. The rope had scraped me badly there.



He licked me more than necessary. I howled as suddenly his tongue was thrusting madly. I tried to pull away, but he gripped my legs tightly. Then he pulled back, laughing. I glared at him fiercely, my cock a little hard now, my thighs still aching.



Leander smiled. "How easy it is to get you riled up."



I frowned. "Only you make me this angry."



His smile only widened. "Good. I affect you in a way others cannot. That is another power I have over you."



I gave him my hardest glare and a rude gesture with my hands. Then, twisting, I pushed myself to stand with the help of the chair\'s support. I stumbled over towards the bed, bumping against the bloody bedpost where I had been hanging. Then I stumbled over to the opposite bedpost, and then I fell. I crawled over, my legs shaking, to the table with the drinks, and with a wince for every movement, sat myself down.



I looked at the drinks. One was the strong brownish stuff I had mistakenly drunk earlier. Another was wine. Another was stronger stuff - whiskey or something. I hated that stuff. I looked over at the cupboard where he kept the drinks, and stumbled over there. I only managed to stand by leaning my elbows against the counter that jutted out below the cupboard.



Slowly I opened the cupboard, and lifted out a bottle of water. I couldn\'t believe that Leander had water here. I dunked it over my head and let it pour all over me, onto my hair, soaking it, onto my face, splashing on my chest and the rest of my body. Then I opened my mouth and gulped as much water as I could. Spluttering and gargling, I spit the taste of the alocohol into the sink. I put the glass back onto the counter, but it was wobbly, and fell with a crash. I tried to lean down and pick it up, but instead I only succeeded in stumbling to my knees, the glass sliding nicks and cuts into my legs and feet.



Contemplating, I picked up one piece of glass. It slid between my fingers and brought more blood. I stood up again, and walked over to sit down on the bed.



Leander sat down beside me. I could feel the heat of his anger. "Look what you did, you clumsy fool."



"Well, well, you, you\'re the one who gave me the drink. And hurt me."



"You ASKED to be hurt! It worked! You were captivated by me!"



"Yes, but not anymore. That water cleared my head. Ouch."



I looked at a particularly bloody gash on my knee. It hurt too, now. Leander glared at the gash as I fingered around it, watching the blood dribble down my leg. He pinched his nose. I watched as he took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment. Then, coughing a bit, he said, "You\'re making this very hard for me, you know. With all the blood. I\'m very tempted to break the deal and just bite you."



I shrank away from him then, sliding back up to my original position by the headboard, my legs outward. I tossed a blanket over my legs to cover my nudity and to cover my legs. Leander swore. "Now I\'ll have a time with that blanket after you\'re gone. I\'ll probably never wash it, now."



I smirked. It served him right, to be a little miserable, too.



He handed me my clothes, seeing that I wanted them back. Slowly and painstakingly, I put them back on. I felt safe in my big black coat, and warmer, too. My boots continued to lie at the foot of the bed, on the floor. My socks were there, too.



Suddenly Leander leaned towards me, and shoved my pant legs upward. I grumbled as he began to slowly lick the blood from my legs, knowing that it would get him all crazy again. But he licked quite soothingly, and once he had gone from my ankle to my knee, and was just working around to my calves, I fell asleep.



I woke up and the clock was making noise. I looked at it, blearily. 4:30. An hour and a half were left. Leander had let me sleep?



I sat up, and found myself with clean blankets on top of me. It was cosy. Sitting on a chair in front of the fire was Leander. He had a robe on, and ribbons in his hair again. He was staring at me.



"Why are you always looking at me?"



"I find your movements engaging, your words amusing, and your overall self entertaining."



"So I\'m just entertainment, am I?"



"What else is life about? Enjoyment. I have forever to live - so why not enjoy myself? No need to feel bad with guilt and pain. Anger, yes. Anger fuels me. Desire, too. And entertainment. The rest - nothing." He waved a dismissive hand.



"You\'re sick," I spat out at him. I was disgusted. I hated him so much.



He smirked, self-righteous superior bastard. "And what are you? You\'re not sick in your own ways, hmm?"



I frowned, grumbling to myself. I huddled in the blankets, bending my knees to pull them up to my chest. I rested my chin on my knees and yanked my coat up to cover my ears. Leander could not see me; I was a mass of black cloth and curly black hair.



He laughed that big booming laugh. "You cannot hide like a child anymore, Simon. You are an adult now. A man. You must face the world. I am here. Nothing will change that. You cannot wish me away. Come," he was on the bed now, I could feel his weight on it, "Look at me."



I reluctantly let the coat fall from my head back to my shoulders, and looked up. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was crouched on the bed, knees down, his hands invading my space and crawling over my knees, brushing over my thighs. Past the dark cloth of robe I could see the drifty shadows of nudity, my helplessness stirring him already to insistent hunger.



He growled low in his throat at the promise of fulfillment. I growled back in anger. Leander made a small moan sound in his throat. Then, taking my hand, he said, "Follow me."



Of course, since he had my hand in his, I had to follow him. He led me around the table, and moving aside a bookshelf, he pulled at a hidden lever in the wall. Suddenly a part of the wall swung back straight in front of me. Leander pushed me inside the room, following after and swinging the door shut. It was a dark, cold room, with bluish stone walls and floor. Four torches sat at either corner, shedding dim light around the room. It smelled like wet stone, old, unused. Rusty metal, too.



I looked down at the center of the room as I slowly managed to stand. Lying in the floor were scraps of metal glued together. What kind of contraption was this? I eyed it nervously, goosebumps sliding up my arms and neck. It looked like some sort of torture device!



"Leander, what is this?"



He chuckled at my fear. "So the wild stallion finally finds something he is afraid of. Take off your clothes."



Slowly, my hands shaking, I followed his orders. He told me to stand in the middle of the room, over the contraption, and I did. Suddenly he bent down behind me, and I tried my best to stay stock still as he pushed the metal pieces upward, and they began to click together. First around one leg, and then the other. I winced as the metal pressed down upon my feet and around my ankles. He adjusted it to fit my legs exactly, so that the metal hugged my legs coldly, reaching up and stopping just above the knee. My legs were now locked up in metal boots, squares of skin showing through, the tight fit pinching at my calves, the locks at the knees making me unable to bend my legs.



Leander pressed one lock free and then slid a hand between my legs. I grunted as his hand slid up behind my cock, and he ordered, "Spread your legs wider. As wide as they can go." Since he had unlocked one foot hold from the floor I found myself able to shift my left unbent leg. Slowly and steadily I moved it to the left, regaining my sense of balance and readjusting my center. Now my legs were a little wider apart than shoulder length. I didn\'t want to make them too wide apart. I heard the click of the thing again, and now when I tried to move my legs I couldn\'t. I was trapped!



"Leander, is this some sort of terrible joke?"



He laughed. "No. I keep my promises, Simon. Bend over."



I bent at the waist, shaking my hair out of my face to hang in waves around me.



"Lift your arms up so your head hangs between."



I did so. Suddenly I found my wrists pulled together by a strong hand, and my arms firmly pulled up by another strong hand. Then a leather strap, thick and tough, was tied to keep my wrists together, and glovelike things slipped over to keep my fingers in fists. Then the strap was connected to a chain that hung from the ceiling. I was positioned like a helpless creature. My arms were raised upward, my head hung between unless I decided to raise it. My legs were locked up by fierce metal, and my ass was bare to any treatment Leander decided to give me. I felt a shock of cold fear shoot through me, but at the same time a burning thrill began in my stomach. This was exciting.



I couldn\'t turn my head around because of the positions of my arms, locked also into rigid unbending positions as they were. So when I heard a clank and a clatter from behind me, I couldn\'t see what it was. But I could guess it was Leander taking something down from the wall. But what?



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