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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Night -Chapter 4.
Simon smiled to himself, he knew he�d been right to wait until Holland was awake before touching him, undressing him, after all his reactions had been delicious. It had been difficult waiting for him to come around from the chloroform after he�d been restrained, all that pale flesh just waiting to be touched, stroked, claimed. However, Simon was nothing if not a patient man, he had to be all the time he had to spend in preparation when he�d found his next plaything. Time he spent selecting just the perfect one for his needs, time spent watching them, photographing them, studying them, getting tow thw their lives. He felt that all this would help him to get closer to them, and Simon wanted to be close to them not only for himself, but for them to. They might not realize it, might not want to admit it but Simon knew they wanted him, deep down they all craved his touch, his attention. This one as much as the others and Simon would help Holland recognise what he really wanted, what he really needed.
Simon sat down and relaxed watching the naked, bound and blindfolded man on the monitor. He was trying to get his hands free, twisting his wrists one way and then another, it was hopeless all he�d do was hurt himself, make his wrists bleed. Simon briefly considered going in and commanding him to stop, but then he thought that it would be better for Holland to learn this lesson for himself, and besides he found it rather amusing watching his futile struggles to escape his fate. Simon turned his thoughts to the events of the past hour, savouring every moment in his mind. He had been so patient waiting for Holland to awaken, he�d stood perfectly still watching the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, instantly detecting the subtle changes which alerted him to Holland�s return to consciousness. As he�d watched him gaining his feet, and so relieving the strain his arms and shoulders had been under supporting his body, Simon had thrilled at the little moans of pain that Holland had made. He�d watched as Holland�s mind had cleared of the fog left there by the chloroform and he�d begun to assess his situation. Although he hadn�t been able to see his eyes because of the blindfold the little tightening of his mouth had signaled the growing fear that he�d felt. How Simon had wished he could take the blindfold off of those expressive eyes, eyes that really were the windows of the soul with every nuance of mood always there to be read, but he also knew that depriving Holland of his sight for the moment would make him feel more powerless and engender more fear in him. Simon had moved making a slight noise and had watched with glee as Holland�s head had snapped up immediately trying to identify the source of the sound. He�d watched his face and knew that his brain was going up a gear trying to think his way out of the situation, how typical of him relying on his intelligence. Well all his knowledge of criminalistics and psychology wasn�t going to help him now, because Simon was sure that was the route Holland would take to try to escape; after all Simon had seen all the books in his house, he�d even flicked through a few when he�d spent time in the house while Holland had been at work. Then he�d asked the same two questions they always asked first, it was strange but without fail it was always "who�s there" and of course "what do you want", slightly different wording and sometimes accompanied by profanity, but it always boiled down to those two questions. The tremor in his voice betraying his fear had been delightful, Simon just knew that Holland was going to be the best one yet, and the seven days they would spend together would be so special for them both. Then Holland had introduced himself; of course he�d used that awful nickname instead of his given name. Simon would never call him Dutch, no to him it would always be Holland it would be special between them. Holland had even tried bargaining with him, trying to get Simon to release him behaving as if the police would be here any minute to rescue him so he�d better let him go and run away if he knew what was good for him. Holland certainly had faith in his colleagues, he didn�t realize yet that Simon was infinitely more intelligent than they were. He�d come to see it over time when no rescue was forthcoming, they always did some lasting longer than others, holding onto hope longer than others, but they always acknowledged it in the end, they always broke in the end. Wanting to silence him Simon had quickly moved forward and placed his hand on Holland�s chest. He�d started back crying out softly, Simon had felt Holland�s heart through his contact, it had been beating so hard, so fast under his hand as if it was about to burst out of his chest. Simon could almost taste Holland�s fear, his mouth watering at the mere thought of it.
Simon knew he couldn�t wait any longer he had to touch and caress the trembling body in front of him, he had to stroke the warm flesh. Holland�s voice had faltered as he�d stuttered over the single word "please". Then at last Simon had run his fingers over Holland�s stomach, enjoying the feeling of the muscles under his fingertips flinching away from his touch. What little colour left in Holland�s face had rapidly drained out at that point. He�d listened to Holland trying to talk his way out, he�d watched as Holland had tried to master his fear, had tried to stay in control of his emotions. Well Simon wasn�t having that, Holland had to learn that there was nothing that he controlled anymore, he had to learn that Simon controlled every aspect of his life now including his emotions. So he had slowly inched his hand up Holland�s chest, gently teasing a nipple to hardness. Yes, Holland might not realize it intellectually but his body obviously recognized that this was right, this was what he�d been destined for. The struggle for control being played out on the face in front of him fascinated Simon. He knew that panic was welling up inside of Holland and with just a little more pushing the dam would break and it would come pouring out, it would be a good first step for him. Achingly slowly Simon had let his hand roam around to Holland�s back and then down towards the waistband of his shorts. The self-control which Simon had had to exert upon himself to just let the tips of his fingers slip under the material had been huge. How he�d wanted to just rip the material away and take what he wanted then and there, but he�d steadied himself and recovered. Hearing the whimpers escaping from those quivering lips had overwhelmed him for a moment, and Simon had slid his hand into the soft, brown hair gripping gently and leaned forward into him. He could smell Holland as he�d leaned in towards his ear; a mixture of mint, lemon, sweat and terror, Simon had been unable to resist breathing in the heady scent. Then his gentle, soothing "sshh" as if he�d been calming a frightened animal.
Again Holland had reacted beautifully, that control he was trying so hard to maintain slipping away even more. He had bitten into that delectable lower lip, just as Simon had fantasized of doing so often, and a drop of blood had welled up where he broke the skin. The sight had mesmerized Simon; unable to resist he had leant forward and tasted the blood with his tongue. Just as Holland was trying to suppress his moans of terror so Simon had had to suppress his moan of pure desire. He savoured the taste of Holland�s blood knowing thats wos would not be the last time he would get to enjoy it�s unique flavour, he intended to ensure that Holland would bled many more times for his pleasure.
Slowly Simon had moved his fingers, still just under the waistband of Holland�s boxer shorts, until they came to rest just under his navel. How he had relished the effect he was having on his prisoner. Holland was quivering, his entire body as taut as a bow string, every muscle straining, his breath coming in tight, panicked little gasps. Holland hadn�t been able to keep silent any longer then, a tremor in his voice as he�d begged Simon to stop, but Simon had had no intention of stopping. Instead he had let his hand drift downwards until he could feel Holland�s penis under his hand, squeezing gently, claiming what was his. Finally the calm façade, which Holland had been trying to maintain, had crumbled totally; he had writhed and bucked trying to escape, his wrists and ankles becoming reddened the skin beginning to break. Then to Simon�s sise ise anger had erupted from the bound man in front of him, red-hot fury emanating from every pore. He had spat his fury swearing at Simon, making demands upon him, now that would not do Simon would not tolerate defiance, Holland would have to learn his place so he�d removed his hand and unsheathed his knife.
As he had pulled back Holland�s neck so he could gain better access to his throat Simon had taken a moment to admire it. A long graceful curve of pale flesh which cried out for the contact of his sharp knife. For a moment Simon remembered another of his playthings, James had been tall and slim just like Holland, with a similar enticing throat. He remembered how his knife had sliced through James� throat and how his hot blood had poured down over his hands; a moment�s struggle before death had claimed him. Simon almost wished he�d saved that particular method of death for Holland, but it was too late for regrets now it had fitted James at the time and so what was done was done, besides he was sure he�d find something equally fitting for Holland when the time came. Simon had smiled as the short-lived defiance had drained out of Holland leaving him afraid to move as Simon had cut his clothes from his body. When he�d finished Simon had let go and stepped back to admire the view. Holland had blushed his skin flushing in an enchanting fashion. Simon had left him alone then knowing that the humiliation Holland was feeling would help to weaken him for what was to come, and the fear of the unknown, imagining what might happen was often worse then the reality when it arrived. Of course that wasn�t always the case in Simon�s experience reality was usually more of a nightmare then anything which could be dreamed of, as Holland would soon discover. In fact Simon thought that there was no time like the present to teach Holland that important lesson, it was time he learnt exactly what he was here for, time he learnt who he belonged to now. With one last check that all of his monitoring equipment was in place and working properly Simon went back to the room which held his prisoner.
As quietly as possible Simon entered the room aloselosed the door behind him, he glanced across at the table on the other side of the room, it was perfect he�d set it up yesterday in anticipation of this moment. He made some noise with his feet, shuffling them waiting to see how Holland would react. As he expected his presence was noted immediately, he could see Holland straining his senses, trying to pin point his position in the room. Smiling Simon decided to play whim him for a moment, and so he merely circled him taking the opportunity to admire the body before him. He enjoyed the slim lines, the perfect skin, the lithely muscled form pleasing him, and he felt his body beginning to respond. He watched as Holland�s head had turned as he moved, using his hearing to track Simon�s movements.
"P..please I don�t know what you want with me, but you haven�t hurt me so things are still controllable, we can sort things out, if you let me go now�.." He listened as Holland�s voice petered out, Simon knew that Holland was coming to realise that he was not going to be able to escape this situation unscathed.
"God just talk to me� please talk to me�please." Holland�s voice was taking on a desperate cadence.
Simon knew that the time was right, moving forward he pushed his body against Holland�s bacs kns knife to his throat. With his mouth pressed to his captive�s ear he whispered,
"One false move, one more word and I�ll slit your throat, do you understand?"
Holland slowly, carefully nodded.
"Good boy," Simon praised him. "Now I�m going to untie your feet, if you even try and kick me you�ll be dead, after that I�m going to untie your hands and again one false move and I�ll kill you. Now do you understand?"
Again a careful nod.
Simon slowly knelt keeping a watchful eye on the other man he undid the ropes around his ankles. He felt Holland tense and knew that he was fighting the urge to kick out. However, he also knew that Holland wasn�t an idiot that he knew that with his arms still bound escape was impossible. Rising Simon held the knife close to Holland�s throat cutting into the soft flesh there slightly, emphasising the danger to him. Reaching up he untied Holland�s arms; they dropped to his side the change of position in them making Holland groan slightly as his muscles cramped. This was a dangerous moment for Simon, he knew that Holland was weighing up his options, trying to figure out if he could make a successful escape attempt now that he was untied.
"Move forward with me slowly, do as I say and I won�t hurt you." Simon lied, but it had the desired affect. His prisoner had decided that for now the wisest course of action was to cooperate, to wait for a better chance, he knew that Holland was waiting for him to make a mistake. They slowly moved forward towards the table, when they reached it Simon knew he�d have to act quickly that Holland might guess what was about to happen to him and panic, fighting him. After all he didn�t want him to get hurt badly, not yet. So as soon as they were close enough Simon quickly pushed Holland forward, unbalancing him, and struck him twice in the kidneys with his fist. Holland had stumbled forward with the push and the pain of the blows distracted him, next Simon struck him on the back of his head with the knife�s hard bone handle, it was enough to momentarily stun him. This gave Simon the time he needed to secure first one and then the other of Holland�s arms to the table with the rope he�d already tied to two of the heavy wooden table�s legs. Though in pain and still groggy the bound man began fighting his bonds in earnest when he realised that he had been bent over a table and tied down; the vulnerability of his situation adding a desperation to his struggles.
"Let me up now, you untie me and let me up you son of a bitch!" He�d spat out, his struggles increasinP>
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"QUIET!" Simon shouted, "You will be quiet now or I swear I�ll take this knife and gut you." He underlined his command by punching Holland in the lower back again. Simon quickly bent down pulling and tying first one of Holland�s ankles to the remaining two table legs, and then the other. Standing back Simon looked down at the other man who was his now for the taking, perfectly positioned, open to him. He saw Holland�s back quaking as sobs overtook him. This was perfect the moment was here, time for Simon to begin his possession of what was his. He placed the knife on the floor and quickly undressed. Holland had heard the rustle of clothing being removed and Simon knew that any self-deluding thoughts that Holland had had were now completely destroyed.
"Don�t..don�t do this, please, please�let me go�please I don�t want this," Holland sobbed.
"Sshh," Simon murmured as he stepped forward stroking his hand down the naked back before him. "It�s alright I�m here, I�m going to take care of you."
He felt Holland flinch away from his touch and smiled.
"No, no, no�please no don�t..don�t touch me. I just want to go home�please�please just�j..just let me go home." Holland begged as Simon�s hand stroked down over his buttocks.
"Don�t be a silly boy," Simon chided him. "You arme nme now, you�ith ith me where you belong." He lent forward, draping his body over the trembling one below him rubbing his cheek against Holland�s shoulder. He breathed in, fear coming off of Holland in waves,
"I�m going to look after you, love you you�ll see." He soothed. He pushed his erection against Holland�s ass, showing him how much he was wanted. Holland was whimpering, small sounds of distress coming from his mouth, his body tight with tension, every muscle clenched. Simon let his fingers trail down to the cleft between Holland�s buttocks, his finger dipping in, seeking the hidden entrance to the other man�s body. He leaned around so he could see his face, every contour was lined in distress, the blindfold soaked through with tears, Simon didn�t think Holland had ever looked as beautiful as he did then. He slowly pushed his finger into the shivering body beneath him. Holland cried out in pain, not just physical pain but the sound of a soul being destroyed.
"So tight, I knew you�d be so tight, so perfect," Simon praised Holland. He felt his penis throbbing in anticipation, eager to enter the silky heat before it. He moved his finger in and out as much as the clenched muscles would allow.
"Relax baby it�s alright I�m going to make you feel so good, if you just relax�hhmm..can you do that for me?" He asked.
"I can�t, I can�t, your hurting me�please stop�I don�t want this� your hurting me," Holland wailed. Struggling frantically to pull his wrists free he didn�t notice the blood beginning to run down his arms from the torn flesh where the ropes were cutting into him. "Let me go�God anything just don�t do this�please."
Simon was ecstatic this was perfect the moment he�d been waiting for here at last, for him inflicting pain and fear was the ultimate aphrodisiac, the power iicaticating.
"Oh this is going to be so good for us baby, you don�t know how many times I�ve dreamed of this moment, the two of us alone together. The fantasies I�ve had that can all come true now you�re here with me, now that you�re here with me forever. You�ll see we belong together, no one else just us." Simon crooned in Holland�s ear. He removed his finger and prepared himself, spitting on his hand and rubbing it over his erection. He didn�t want to smooth the way too much, make things too easy on Holland. He always took them hard the first time; it helped to strip away their own persona, so that it was easier for him to mold them to his needs. Annoyed that Holland wasn�t keeping still Simon smacked him hard across the ass, the sudden stinging pain momentarily freezing him in place. Seizing the opportunity Simon gripped Holland�s hips firmly, holding him in place, he centered himself for a moment and then thrust forward with all his strength. The scream which his brutal intrusion elicited made the blood in his veins flare with the fire of lust. For Simon rape was the ultimate torture, the ultimate power, where you could force someone to lose their identity and soul. He could feel Holland�s muscles clamping around his penis, trying to expel the intruder from his body. He was so tight he couldn�t help letting his moans of passion join Holland�s screams. Having paused for a moment he steeled himself and forced himself all the way into the hot body beneath him. Simon stopped again trying to take in everything, soak up the whole sensory experience. The feel of Holland�s ass clamped tight around him, hearing his screams, his fingers scrabbling on woodwooden surface of the table in a vain attempt at escape. Looking down at the man under him Simon could see the bruises his fingers were leaving on his hips, he watched as beads of cold sweat ran down Holland�s back, unable to resist he leaned forward and licked a trail up his spine. The screaming had ceased for a moment and Simon cohearhear Holland�s panting breath, panicked on the verge of hyperventilating. He sniffed the room heavy with the delicious aroma of fear and sex. He lost himself unable to control his needs anymore and began thrusting into the unwilling body beneath him. As the horror filled, pain filled screaming began again Simon increased the speed and force of his lunges. He knew he wouldn�t last long, not this first time. He bent forward tightening his grip, feeling his finger nails cutting into the skin under them, between his frantic moves he murmured soothing words of praise,
"Oh yeah baby so good�you�re so hot, so tight. Such a good boy for me. I�m going to take such care of you."
The screams were fading to be replaced with pain filled groans, and as he listened carefully Simon heard the whispered litany,
"This isn�t happening, this isn�t real, this isn�t happening, this isn�t real, thisisn�thappeningthisisn�trealthisisn�thappeningthisisn�treal�" Repeated over and over like a prayer, the words running together, merging, blurring.
Simon felt his movements in Holland�s body becoming smoother, easier, he knew his way was being lubricated well now by Holland�s blood. The thought of this was enough to tip him over the edge, and with an inarticulate cry he felt himself cumming deep inside the other man. He was his now completely, Simon owned him now body and soul, the need to mark what was his overwhelming he leant forward and bit down deeply on Holland�s shoulder, blood welling into his mouth, a familiar taste. Holland cried out at the sharp pain this caused, sobbing as Simon withdrew from his broken body. Glancing down Simon smiled at the blood and semen running down the insides of Holland�s thighs. Pleased he leant down and kissed his back,
"There you did so well, you were so good for me, such a good boy." He said.
"L�let me go home�p�please� let me go h�home," Holland sobbed.
Simon laughed softly, "Don�t be silly I�ve already told you you are home now."
He walked over to his clothes, picking them and the discarded knife up from the floor. Seeing the blood on his penis he decided he could do with a hot shower. He began to move away from the softly crying man, turning he told him,
"Don�t worry baby I�ll be back soon and we can play some more games."
Then he was gone.
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