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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Chapter 12.
Simon leaned back basking in the early afternoon sunshine, he felt good, he�d just had a very yablyable lunch and before that some very enjoyable sex. The look of shock on Holland�s face when he�d threatened to bring one of those women here had been priceless. Of course it had been an empty threat, Simon couldn�t risk getting caught, not yet, his time with Holland hadn�t been concluded satisfactorily, and besides he didn�t want anyone else here intruding upon their relationship. However, Holland hadn�t known that and the threat had had the desired effect, just as Simon had known it would, it had taken away Holland�s ability to resist him, and so it had taken away his power and given it to Simon. Simon turned his face towards the sun, closing his eyes and pictured Holland�s face when he�d been in front of him, on his knees, looking up at him. He had looked so unhappy, despair in every aspect of his expression, the bruises where Simon had slapped him standing out their colour deepening, the cut in his lip slightly swollen, his eyes full of unshed tears. God, Simon was sure he�d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. When he�d thrust his erection past those parted lips he�d lost control, frantically fucking the warm, wet, unwilling mouth in front of him. That sensation combined with the visual stimulation of gazing directly into those inconsolable eyes had meant Simon�s climax had arrived a little too quickly, but never mind there was this afternoon to look forward to. He stretched lazily and got up, turning he went back indoors. He looked at the monitor to check what Holland was up to, Simon had left him still kneeling with his arms handcuffed behind his back by the bed but now he saw he�d moved. He was sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest in a corner of the room his head resting on his knees, face hidden from Simon�s view. Simon undressed and gathered up the gun and a small bottle from the table, with a last glance to make sure he knew exactly where Holland was before he entered the room; he prepared himself for a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon.
Simon entered the room with the gun ready, Holland raised his face from his knees and regarded him warily.
"Get up and come over here," Simon ordered him.
"No�no�keep away from me�can�t you just leave me alone," Holland sobbed. "Why me�why did you pick me� what have I ever done to you?"
Sighing Simon said, "I didn�t pick you, you picked me you know that. Now enough of this and do as your told, come here."
Holland just stared at him as if he was insane, his eyes wide with fright and incomprehension. Losing his temper Simon jerked the gun upwards and fired. Pieces of brick exploded from the wall several feet above Holland�s head making him duck.
"Don�t make me tell you again boy." Simon told him, pointing the gun back at him.
Reluctantly Holland rose to his feet and moved forward, stopping a couple of feet in front of Simon. Moving back a little Simon waved the gun in the direction of the wooden table,
"Over there," he instructed.
Holland looked over to the table shaking his head,
"No�please don�t I�" he said his voice quavering.
Simon moved quickly behind Holland pressing the gun against the back of his head, his other hand pushing him forward towards the table. However unwilling he was to move Simon�s superior strength left him with no choice, and Simon soon had him pushed up against the table using his body weight to keep him pinned in place. Simon quickly transferred the gun to his left hand and clutched the bottle he�d brought with him in the right. He pushed the gun into the soft skin under Holland�s left ear, and used his right arm to push Holland�s head and shoulders down, bending him over. Simon could feel the body under him trembling uncontrollably, breath coming in panicked pants. He knew Holland was just in the right frame of mind for what he had planned. The first rapes had been necessary to show Holland his new life, to establish Simon�s dominance over him. Then the little experiment with the morphine, he�d never tried drugs before on any of his chosen and he�d been happy with the results, Holland had reacted wonderfully his arousal intoxicating, his self-recrimination afterwards even better. Then this morning when Simon had used a threat to get him to perform sexually, now this, this would be the best yet when Simon showed Holland that he knew his body better that he knew it himself.
Carefully Simon eased the cap from the small bottle, the aroma of cinnamon immediately wafting into the air. It was a little clumsy doing this one handed but Simon didn�t want to release his grip on the gun so it couldn�t be helped. He carefully poured the spicy smelling oil out onto his fingers, coating them thoroughly and then put the bottle down on the table top at arms length away, he didn�t want it to be knocked over, the contents spilled. Then very slowly and very gently Simon trailed his fingers down between Holland�s buttocks, circling the puckered entrance to his body. Holland began to whimper his distress but Simon ignored him, his entire being concentrating on taking his time, restraining his lust, he had to go slow so that he didn�t ruin this. Carefully Simon pushed one finger into Holland�s body, the oil easing his entry despite the clenched muscles that tried to keep him out. Holland squirmed under him, small sounds of anguish escaping him, Simon pushed the gun barrel into Holland�s neck even harder, leaving a bruise in the shape of a perfect circle there, but it had the desired effect and Holland stilled. Simon moved his finger gently in and out of Holland�s body, gradually going deeper, Holland was tiring and the resistance from the clenched muscles began to lessen, Simon recognised it was time to move on,
"There�s a good boy," he whispered to the terrified man. "You see it�s not so hard is it, it�s not so bad if you just relax I can make it so good for you, you�ll see."
"No," Holland replied and Simon felt him trying to wriggle away from the invading finger, but he was trapped between the table and Simon�s body with no escape.
"Sshh," Simon soothed.
Slowly Simon added a second finger to the first, moving them in and out and then scissoring them apart gradually stretching the muscles of Holland�s ass. Simon�s penis was painfully erect now, leaking pre-cum, how he wanted to replace his fingers with his cock and pound into Holland, but he restrained himself, some patience now and he�d be rewarded. As the clenched muscles began to relax again Simon reached deep inside of Holland and found the prize he�d wanted. When he gently stroked the hidden spot inside of him he felt Holland start in surprise. He pressed home his advantage and stroked again and again,
"That�s your prostate gland, it feels so good doesn�t it when I touch it, stroke it with my finger. Wait until I rub my cock against it when I�m inside you, you�re going to be begging me to fuck you." He explained.
"Stop it�Jesus stop it please," Holland begged.
His voice told Simon one thing while his body was busy telling him something else. Ever so slightly Holland had pushed himself back onto Simon�s hand his body craving more of his touch inside him, more of the pleasure that Simon knew was shooting intense feelings of ecstasy straight to Holland�s groin, completely by-passing his brain. It was a purely biological response Simon knew but he also knew that Holland would be horrified at his body�s betrayal. Soon Holland�s sobs were interspersed by moans of pleasure; hunger, exhaustion and fear weakened him just as Simon had known they would and he could no longer fight the involuntary responses from his body. The time was here, Simon removed his fingers and quickly reached for the bottle pouring oil over his hand and liberally coating his erection, he groaned as his hand passed over the sensitive flesh. He reached underneath Holland and found the other man�s erection there just as he�d known he would. He stroked his oiled hand along its length and slowly pushed himself into Holland�s ass. Just as he�d planned the muscles had been well stretched, the stimulus from his fingers on Holland�s prostate further relaxing them, still he paused part way in to allow the other man time to adjust to the invasion of his body. Then, in one smooth motion, he pressed himself forward and was soon encased in that tight, velvety heat he relished. He felt Holland�s muscles clench around him the pressure intensifying his pleasure. However, he also felt Holland�s erection beginning to flag and knew he had to press home his advantage. So he began to move his hand backwards and forwards over Holland�s erection and he began to move gently inside him, taking care that he brushed against Holland�s sweet spot with each thrust. Simon could hear Holland chanting,
"No, no, no, no�" over and over again his voice desolate.
However Holland was lost and he began to thrust back against Simon his body craving more of the friction, both deep inside of him and from Simon�s hand. Simon grinned knowing he�d won, and that Holland had lost everything. He slowly, leisurely fucked Holland crooning to him,
"So good, you�re so good, so hot, so tight. Oh fuck yes I knew you�d be so hot when you let yourself relax and enjoy it�Oh yeah baby you want it don�t you� you like that hmm�you like having my cock up your ass don�t you. You�re a whore I knew it�you love me fucking you."
Simon felt Holland clamp tight around him as he climaxed, his cum spilling out hot on Simon�s hand. Not having to be gentle anymore Simon moved his right hand to Holland�s hip and he pounded into him, crying out as he to reached orgasm. He fell forward, resting against the unmoving man under him for a moment. Then Simon reluctantly moved back, pulling his now flaccid penis from Holland, damn he could bury himself in that sweet ass all day long, he thought with a satisfied smirk. He pulled Holland upright turning him around to face him. The misery, shame and humiliation were coming off oflandland in waves, his face was pale and tear streaked, his expression blank with shock. Simon smiled at him,
"It�s no good crying now," he told Holland. "You just gave into your true nature, you can�t help it if you�re a whore, a dirty slut."
He pulled the unresisting man over to the bed, and using the remnants of the rope that he�d left there this morning he tied him to the by by the handcuffs, his arms still pulled behind him. It would do for now Simon could come back later and tie him up properly, for now he had a tape to edit, whistling Simon left the room.
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