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He squirms, wrists tattering against the cold, metal that sizzles into his skin with a frosty kiss. “Harley- Dr. Sawyer, please,” He begs – whimpers even as the Doctor's eyes bore into him. Does he know what hes begging for? No. Does he need it? Yes. The gaze burns holes into the essence of his soul, and his body quivers at the intrusion, pleasure stirring deep in his guts. The Doctor hums, his smile curling into a cruel grin as he watches the younger man's growing arousal throb in his trousers. “Y’know 1058…” Sawyer approaches Ren, watching him draw himself back slightly. “No one would believe me if I told them that you harbored romantic feelings for me.” The older man whispers sensually into Ren's ear. Well, sensual to the raven's sex filled mind. The side of his head burns, the feeling of Sawyers breathing against him, his want – no need – humming thick lobs of arousal into his being by the minute. “Fuck — does that really matter now?” Ren grits. As he spouts this statement, he clenches his fists, pulling once more against his now loose restraints.
The older man seems to notice this, and his face flickers with amusement for a brief moment. It makes Ren, without self-control, groans with yearn. “Oh 1058, you are such a bundle of surprises.” Cruelly, Dr. Sawyer presses a heavy, thick hand onto the ravens shaft. He squirms, overwhelmed, but still; his hips buck towards the sensations. Harley Sawyer is touching him. The Doctor is touching him. The brutal, cold, murderous doctor is touching him. The thought drags off into nonexistence as the doctor rubs his hand along Rens clothed dick, feeling how it twitches and stutters underneath his touch. “You respond well to stimulus.” Dr. Sawyer coos in approval and Ren can feel himself almost come undone at the praise. The raven shudders, looking up at Dr. Sawyer with hooded, glossy eyes; festering with lust.
What else is the man supposed to do? His subject, willingly, is letting him touch him without resistance. Harley pulls the waistband of the boy's underwear down, watching as his tip spits out pre-cum when the Doctor's eyes focus on it. “Your well endowed for your size,” Dr. Sawyer is taken aback by the sheer size of it, the way it leans to the side showing that it isn’t even full mast. It does have height but his thickness doesn't match. Nonetheless, it doesn't falter either, its size widening in a quick, pulsating rhythm. “And you continue to grow..” Curious, he swipes his fingertips along Rens tip, watching how the younger boy's body thrusts up to meet his fingers. Then, Sawyer does it again, instead with his entire palm. Ren mewls. The ravens body curls inro his thighs as Sawyer continues with slow, deep pulls. “How long have you dreamed of this, subject?” The Doctor uses his free hand to shove Ren against the backbone of the chair, smirking as he sees Rens puppy eyes, wet with tears and lips quivering in pleasure. “Tell me, mutt.” Ren gasps sharply as the Doctor harshly grabs the base of his cock, the actions making his body prickle in pleasure. “Since I saw you, ‘n you looked so fuckin’- ah!” The Doctor rewards him with a tug. “To think I was going to get rid of such a beautiful specimen.” Dr. Sawyer tugs at the ravens dick harder and more frantically now. And in response? The younger huffs and moans in satisfaction, bucking his hips in sloppy, uncoordinated movements, signaling his close release. “Are you close mutt?” Ren nods, but the wordless reply punishes him with a smack to his dick. The pain rips through him, his thighs tensing as Ren throws his head back. The defiling intensity of it all sends him over the edge, his cock spurting thick ropes of semen, before relaxing into his lap unceremoniously.
“I think we’ll have a lot of fun.” Dr. Sawyer swipes a drop of cum from his lap coat. “Mutt.”