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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 9.
Simon couldn�t resist indulging himself; he settled back and flicked the video on, just one last watch before he dispatched it to Claudette, Holland�s partner. He smiled hoping she would enjoy this one as much as the first tape he�d sent, as much as he�d enjoyed making them. He watched the screen come to life reveling in the events he saw unfolding there, his memories supplying the sensations to accompany the images.
When he�d seen that Holland had cried himself to sleep he had entered the room as stealthily as possible. Although he didn�t mind the thought of a struggle, confident that he was stronger than Holland, he knew that Holland wasn�t weakened enough yet and desperation could add strength that might surprise him. With the syringe ready in his hand he�d not disturbed the sleeping man and had been on him, pressing him down, injecting the morphine into his arm before Holland had even properly woken up. The reaction had been immediate, the fear of the unknown showing in Holland�s eyes when he realised what had just happened, Simon had spoken to reassure him,
"It�s alright its just a little morphine, just a little something to make you relax. We don�t want you acting up like you did yesterday do we hmm, making me lose my temper?"
Looking into Holland�s eyes as he�d lain beneath him he watched as his pupils had dilated and his body had relaxed, the drug taking hold. Simon ran his hand down over Holland�s body, no reaction, no flinching, no trembling just acceptance, perfect. Simon wrinkled his nose Holland had become a little ripe, stale sweat mingled with stale semen and dried blood; he definitely needed a wash. He�d moved Holland to the bed that sat over in the far corner of the room, it was an old iron bedstead covered with a thin mattress, the bedstead perfect for securing reluctant participants, not that Simon anticipated any reluctance on Holland�s part today, he�d see to that. However, Simon enjoyed tying his partners down he found it erotic, the domination and power it represented stimulating, so he�d carefully bound Holland�s arms above his head making sure he was held firmly. Then he�d gone to fetch the washing implements he�d tried to use yesterday. Simon took his time running the wash cloth over Holland�s body, the scent of the citrus soap filling the room, smiling he noticed that Holland had actually closed his eyes and appeared to be asleep. Rolling him carefully onto his side Simon had cleaned the broken welts on Holland�s back from the beating he�d received the day before, remembering that infection was a possibility Simon had carefully rubbed antiseptic cream into the deepest cuts. Once Holland had been lying on his back again Simon had pushed his legs apart, coating a finger thoroughly in cream Simon had inserted it gently inside Holland�s body. He watched his face for a reaction but the drug in his bloodstream had too deep a hold on Holland and he didn�t stir. Simon could feel the tears he�d inflicted, the bruised tissues swollen from the abuse they�d suffered, he licked his lips in anticipation the swelling would mean Holland was even tighter than before, he could hardly wait to experience that velvety heat again. However, this was Holland�s time Simon reminded himself, it was time for Holland to be shown his true self, time he recognised what he was, a whore. Simon had recognised it in him, just as he had with all the others, as soon as he�d seen him. Simon had been searching for a new quarry, deciding to try the West Coast he�d traveled to Los Angeles and studying a street map of the city had decided on Farmington at random. He�d spent two days watching the precinct house, The Barn they called it, when he�d seen him. Walking out with Claudette they had been talking animatedly about something and she�d said something which had made them both laugh, Simon had had his camera in his hand taking photographs knowing that this was the one. It was in the way he held himself, the way he looked, the way he moved, Simon had known he would respond to his love, he would blossom under him and be able to release his inner self, his sensual side just for Simon. Simon enjoyed showing his chosen companions all that they were capable of, all that their bodies could endure. He quickly cleared away the washing things and undressed.
Lying next to Holland he had gently taken his flaccid penis into his hand and had begun to tease it to hardness. Slowly it began to swell under his touch; Holland began to make small sounds of excitement, pushing himself into Simon�s hand, craving more contact. Simon had gazed at Holland�s face his eyes were slightly glazed, staring into the distance, his skin flushed pink with arousal, lips parted while he made little breathy pants and moans. The sight enchanted Simon and he�d leaned down and taken Holland�s erection into his mouth, using all his skills timutimulate him even furtheHollHolland�s hips began to arch up from the bed, thrusting himself as deeply into Simon�s mouth as he could, his moans and pants becoming more frantic, more urgent. When he�d tasted the salty bitterness of Holland�s pre-cum Simon had known that Holland would climax without much more stimulation, and it was too early for that so he�d decided to slow things down a little. Releasing Holland�s penis from his mouth he�d licked his way up the lean body laid out before him, laughing at Holland�s moan of protest at the loss of his mouth on his erection. Simon rubbed his body against Holland�s enjoying the stimulating friction of warm flesh on warm flesh. Simon�s own erection leaked pre-cum onto Holland�s stomach as he thrust himself against it, leaving glittering trails to mark the skin there. Simon had licked his way across Holland�s chest, from one nipple to the other, teasing first one hardened nub of flesh and then the other. Holland had been writhing under him, driven higher and higher by Simon�s touch, by his tongue. Simon had licked that gloriously pale graceful throat, pausing to suck and bite, marking what he possessed. His tongue had flicked out over Holland�s ear eliciting groans of desire from the lost man beneath him. Simon had whispered soft words of encouragement to him,
"I knew you�d enjoy it when you let yourself go, that�s it just relax. Mmnn you like that don�t you, oh yeah you want it, you want me don�t you hmm, you want me inside you. Mmnn oh good boy that�s it, that feels so good."
Simon paused slightly when he felt a subtle change in Holland, he was beginning to stiffen up under him, tension beginning to permeate his body, the morphine was beginning to wear off, damn Simon knew he should of given him a higher dose. Holland was trying to pull his hands free, trying weakly to pull himself away from Simon�s touch,
"No..n..no..stop." Simon heard him pleading.
Simon wasn�t going to lose him now, he stroked his hand down Holland�s body encircling his erection, it was flagging a little as Holland�s distress began to slowly escalate. However, several firm, expert stokes from Simon�s hand and he felt Holland�s resistance waning, the pleasurable sensations Simon was supplying to his overloaded nervous system were proving too strong to resist. Two strong thrusts into Simon�s hand and Holland arched off the mattress crying out as he came hard into Simon�s hand.
Simon had waited for the panting man on the bed to come down from his post-orgasmic high. Holland had slowly opened his eyes, confused he�d frowned into Simon�s face. Leaning close Simon had whispered the truth into Holland�s ear,
"I knew you wanted it, wanted me, you came like the slut you are."
As Holland�s eyes had opened wide in horror, as he realised what he�d done, Simon had delivered the final blow as he�d wiped the now cool cum which coated his hand over Holland�s shocked face. Looking into Holland�s eyes as he had Simon had been able to watch as the light in them dimmed,

and he�d retreated into himself in a confusion of shame, humiliation and self-recrimination.
Simon felt the thrill of power as he knew his manipulation of the man beside him had been successful, the knowledge that he was slowly chipping away at the person Holland thought he was, replacing him with the person Simon wanted him to be, intoxicated Simon. Quickly he�d knelt between Holland legs, spreading them, positioning them as he�d swiftly entered the unresisting body. As he�d fucked him Simon had been able to stare into Holland�s desolate face, knowing that he had put that expression into those vulnerable eyes. He�d quickened his thrusts as he felt his orgasm approaching, he�d pressed his face against Holland�s shoulder grunting out his pleasure as he�d cum.
When he�d pulled his penis from Holland�s body he�d looked down at his face. Holland�s eyes were squeezed shut, his face wet with silent tears. Reaching into his trouser pocket as he picked them up Simon felt the extra syringe he�d placed in there, he wanted Holland well rested for tomorrow so he�d pressed it into his arm and released a further dose of morphine into his system. He watched Holland�s face and body relax as the drug took hold and then he�d left the room to prepare the tape.
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