To Harm and Abuse

Black Dragon(Nightmare(Wrath)/Ice Dragon)/ Slave/ Top/ 96

[nottheangel-raphael]

Raphael knew that Ransom wouldn't come to him of his own volition while in heat. And no, none of his slaves were allowed the use of suppressants. This time he tried something different. The night before, he cast an enchantment on the suite door to prevent Ransom from leaving for the gym the first morning of heat week. Really his dragon slave wouldn't be allowed to go anywhere and no, Raph wasn't letting up on the spell until he got what he wanted.

What they both wanted. Ransom wasn't ready to admit to himself yet.

He sat in the living room on the couch with a book in hand, casually sipping on whiskey. For a demon he was awfully patient waiting and waiting for his stubborn as shit black dragon slave to exit his bedroom. When he finally did, the ghoul didn't even look up from the pages. "Need something, Morozov?" he asked drily. "Or going somewhere?" He smirked at that knowing the answer.

@officermorozov

[officermorozov]

Even with the low grade power he had access to he could hear Raphael moving through the suite. He'd hoped out since he knew Lucien would require his services and the ghoul had been fully servicing his other slaves. During that time Ransom had tried to leave the suite to find the door wasn't opening and went back to his room to wait out his master. The problem was there was nothing in his room to distract him. Not usually an issue. Now it was. He was moody as is, now he was real fucking moody. Raph knew that.

In his head and stuck in his room the wrath filled dragon finally absconded from it and out into the living room. First he went to the door trying it to no avail. The rumbling growl left him as he angrily hit the unyielding thing, then spun on his master full of a spiteful rage. He closed in on him with purpose flipping the coffee table away from them in a fit of rage.

"I'm not playing your fucking games De Luca! Not fucking today." He enunciated each word." He was well aware of what would happen but the smug look the ghoul was giving him pushed him into the animal part of his brain and he lunged at the ghoul wanting to dig his eyes out. Of course that landed him on the ground getting electrocuted, which only pissed him off more.

[kresnikxkaden]

"I've not made up my mind yet," Kaden grumbled. He pressed his lips together in a tight line, vaguely annoyed by what Ransom didn't say out loud. He understood it though, to a degree. If he were in the younger's shoes he would probably say the same. He polished off his drink. "I miss it too. Maybe one day you'll be back there with me."

[officermorozov]

"Take your time, old man." He said and rolled his eyes. "He won't let that happen. He'll dangle that carrot, but never let me have it. I'm well aware the games he fucking plays by now. Whatever I'd have to do to get it; it's going to be something I can't." He smirked over to Kaden. "Hell, I can't even get clothes without it being an event."

[garethbradbury]

If Ransom had belonged to anyone else, Gareth might have been a little more hesitant about pushing him around like this. But he didn't think Raphael actually minded him toying with his slave and it wasn't as if the ghoul would be shy about stepping in and telling him to knock it off if he changed his mind. He raised an eyebrow as Ransom got to his knees and then just knelt there, the aswang reaching out to curl his fingers in the slave's hair to yank his head back. "Really? You need me to tell you what to do this entire time?"

[officermorozov]

Ransom was forced to look up at the aswang, which is the only reason he did. He didn't say anything to the question he assumed was rhetorical. His lack of action made the answer obvious. He was not, in fact, going to do anything unless explicitly told or forced to. "Take it up with De Luca." He finally said.

[familiar-finn]

“It won’t kill me,” Finn huffed, rubbing under his jaw. He forced himself to unclench it and settle down. “Glad we’re both doin’ fine.” He turned away to thank the bartender who brought his refill. He then shifted back to face Ransom, crossing one leg over the other. “What’re you up to today?”

[officermorozov]

"You're looking at it." He said turning to face the familiar. "What are you up to?"

[familiar-finn]

“Thanks.” Finn smiled ruefully. He wasn’t getting his hopes up. His emancipation from the aswang would end in one way — his death or Gareth’s. Not so dissimilar from Ransom’s situation. He gulped down another mouthful of his drink and pushed the empty to the bartender for a refill. He turned to the younger beside him, the line tumbling out before he could stop himself. “We need new Valentines tonight. Can I have you instead?”

[officermorozov]

Ransom didn't see his situation in the same light or his way out. His reasons for killing Raphael were all personal and growing by the day. There were no thoughts of anything else because that was currently his only purpose anymore. It wasn't about being free. He didn't give a shit about it. He just wanted Raph dead. "That bottom of the barrel?" Ransom asked. "You can do better."

[familiar-finn]

"Aye, bit late for that," Finn snorted. It'd been a string of poor decisions and impulsive actions for... well, not even Finn could recall that far back. Basically his whole life but a lot more recently. "Guess not everyone can be blessed with both brains and good looks. At least I'm funny." He grinned.

[officermorozov]

"I'm sure someone thinks you are." Ransom smiled. "Let me guess. Dempsey. You two do have about the same maturity level."

[nottheangel-raphael]

Raphael's hand shot out in Ransom's path, smacking hard into his chest, stopping him, and shoving him right back onto the ground. He expected his slave to run because Ransom was, if anything, ever predictable and not very bright.

"Then by all means, why don't you try out his mouth," the ghoul said to Gareth grinning. He hoisted Ransom back onto his feet, spun him around, and bent him over. The costume easily torn off and likely ruined for the rest of the night. That's what his slave deserved for being difficult. "He's gotten better at it, I'm sure he's been practicing with someone just for me." Before Ransom could say anything, Raph already had his cock freed and shoved himself right home in that ass he owned while he waited for Gareth to use the opportunity to shove himself in the dragon's mouth.

@garethbradbury

[garethbradbury]

Gareth watched with a somewhat bored expression as Ransom made for the door, as though the ghoul was going to let him out of the room any time soon. The slave getting shoved to the ground drew a bark of laughter from the younger master and a grin spread across his face as Raphael wrangled Ransom toward the bed. "You're so generous, Raph." He moved to kneel on the bed right in front of the slave, his hands falling to his jeans to make quick work of getting them open. The aswang reached down after a second to grasp Ransom's chin, jerking his head up to get his full attention. "No biting me." He warned him, persuasion coiled through the words before he used that grip to force Ransom's mouth open. Gareth's free hand moved to take hold of his cock and then he was thrusting into the younger man's mouth, making Ransom take almost all of him.

@officermorozov

[officermorozov]

Given a chance to do it over he would have made the same choice. Even if it was hopeless he would have still tried to run. Happily accepting this bullshit wasn't in his DNA. Raph wasn't at all gentle, but he didn't expect him to be. He was well aware of how things would go. It didn't matter. Nothing was going to change his opinion on the ghoul and his shitty little sidekick. Raph was at his back and Bradbury at his front. With nothing else to do in the moment he checked out mentally. He only wished he'd drank more. @nottheangel-raphael

[nottheangel-raphael]

"I know," Raphael hummed, beaming all toothy and wide at the reminder he heard on the daily even without this spell. He caught that running mouth with his own again, swallowing Ransom's grunts, groans, and volatile sexual energy. He kept pounding into his wrathful slave, over and over again into the wall that threatened to crack under the force until finally the ghoul couldn't and wouldn't hold back any more. He fucked his hot seed deep into Ransom's guts and his slave only had a few seconds to catch his breath before Raph started thrusting again, his masculinity as virile as ever in the hot piece of ass he owned.

[officermorozov]

Ransom slipped a hand between them to grip his own leaking cock. It didn't take long with that and Raph moving inside of him for him to erupt between them spilling his seed moments after Raph had his hand gripped tight to the ghoul who started moving again. "Fuck." He grit teeth gnashing together as he glared at his master who wasn't one to ever give him a break. Murder danced behind his cold gaze as his body rocked with the hard thrusts.

[nottheangel-raphael]

"You know what I want." Raphael didn't let up with his thrusting fingers. He smirked, stroking Ransom's hair with his free hand in a way that wasn't meant to be comforting. "You know what you want. I'm not going to stop until you beg for my cock fucking you senseless. I have all night, Morozov."

[officermorozov]

"F-uck-" He choked on the curse wanting to kill the ghoul more than he did previously. It was kind of impressive how Raphael found ways to make himself even more hated by Ransom, but he somehow did. "Fuck you...you fucking clown." He finally got out. He wasn't going to beg, not for Raph.

[nottheangel-raphael]

Raphael laughed out loud when Ransom willingly obliged with what he'd been thinking. He didn't even need to tell his rebellious slave and already Ransom was proactive on it. "What a good boy, reading my mind and obeying without any order," he sneered. He finished his drink, pushed off his stool, and grabbed Ransom by the arm. The stage was empty until he teleported them onto it, Ransom's tuxedo left behind leaving the slave in only the collar and cuffs. "You can have this back later," he said just for the younger to hear as he snatched the bottle from the younger's hand. He set it on the stage floor.

Raph turned him around, pulled his arms behind his back, and conjured the short chain connecting his wrist cuffs. "First, I want everyone to see how good you've gotten at using your mouth," he said louder for at least most of the club audience to hear. "Go ahead, pet, get on your knees." Persuasion oozed in the command. Raph undid his pants and freed his hardening cock for Ransom's benefit. "Suck my cock until I tell you to stop. No teeth."

[officermorozov]

Ransom ignored the antagonizing from the ghoul; he looked down at his arm as it was taken. There was no pleasure at the touch. He brought the bottle to his lips with his other hand while they closed in on the stage. The jarring motion to suddenly be there made him almost lose the swig in his mouth and his footing as he flinched away from the spotlight that was now on them. He'd not noticed he was naked. When he did it didn't exactly bother him since he was most the time. Nothing no one hadn't seen at the castle. Maybe the alcohol was doing its job as he looked passively at his master not sure what immensely unspectacular idea he had in his mind. How quickly he got his answer where things were going.

The black dragon nodded pursed his lips and nodded his head dropping to his knees because he had no real choice, but to obey the command. There was no contest between the two when it came to one for one in power. Raph had him dead to rights as it was. He glanced at the not yet empty bottle wishing he could shove that down his fucking throat, but his hand released it and dutifully went to pulling the councilman's cock out of his trousers. A look for disgust crossed his features with a frown once the thing was out. Persuasion made him do it, it didn't make him enjoy it. His shoulders slumped before he took the head and length between his lips and did as he was told.

[nottheangel-raphael]

Raphael shrugged. "Consider it training. You can't control yourself and I'd rather preserve my energy for better things than subduing a wild black dragon every hour of every day. Also, it's a good look for you."

[officermorozov]

"Fuck you." Ransom let out another dissatisfied growl turning back to his drink because it was more stimulating than the conversation with Raph was. "Do whatever you're going to do and get it over with."

[familiar-finn]

Finn grinned, pleased with himself he'd gotten Ransom to laugh. He nodded at the confirmation, once again noting that was not a direct rejection. "Or you know where to find me." It'd be here or Cannabites. And Finn wouldn't be hard to find in a crowd with the obnoxiously bright, twinkling lights in his multi-colored ponytail.

He glanced around Euphoria while he finished the last of his drink, passing the empty to the bartender and refusing another. He picked up his phone and stood up, pausing a beat and holding the bar to make sure he didn't fall over in the heels. He wasn't wasted but he'd been sitting a while and drank enough to have a nice buzz going on. Power negating collar lowered his tolerance but he was still Irish and that helped, or at least he claimed it did. He stayed close as he passed behind Ransom, brushing up against his back and shoulder while he leaned in, breath hot at the younger's ear. "I hope I'll see you later tonight," he all but purred. He lingered only a moment and then walked away, waving. "If not, 'ave a Merry fuckin' Christmas, Morozov."

[officermorozov]

Ransom drank over a bottle; he wasn't Irish, but his tolerance was increasing the way he was putting alcohol down on the regular. He didn't move from the spot save to use the restroom when the urge took him. He wasn't bothered much with Kaden working and Raph attached to Lucien. It was about the 25th time he picked up his phone looking at it recalling the feel of the warm body at his back and the equally warm breath against his ear. It wasn't lost on him what the familiar was wearing either. He growled putting it back down for the exact same amount of times, only to pick it up and look at the number he'd had put in the first time he picked it up to send a text to he'd typed out, but had yet to send.

He finished his glass and hit send. With how late, or early depending how you kept time, it was hard to say if Finn was even still out. Even if he was who said he was free. Ransom wasn't in any condition to walk across town. It was a simple text asking Finn to come back to Euphoria without any context because it was Ransom and he didn't know how to communicate when he was sober. He set down the phone filling up his glass figuring he'd wait till he finished it and if he didn't come by the time he was done that was his sign to take his ass the fuck home.

[kresnikxkaden]

Kaden narrowed his eyes some at Ransom. "Never said I wasn't on board," his voice resounded telepathically in the younger's mind. "It'd be suicide tryin' that here where murderin' a councilman would likely be rewarded with death." Kaden wasn't stupid enough to voice that sentiment out loud where anyone could hear them. The next, he said out loud. "Course I'd be happier back home with my family."

[officermorozov]

'Maybe some of us would happily take death as a reward.' Ransom thought back knowing Kaden could hear him. "Well you know the only way that's ever going to happen." He said filling up his glass again. "Unless you've made your peace." His eyes took in the dark liquor in his glass. "Miss sitting in the station with you."

[familiar-finn]

Finn snorted out a laugh at that. "Same problem as you," he said, glancing over to where he found Bradbury harassing another slave. He grimaced. He'd feel sorrier for the guy if he didn't appreciate the break from being the center of his master's attention more. Absently he rubbed at the bruising bite marks on his neck from earlier. He turned away from the scene, gulped down the last of his scotch, and requested a refill. "Don't give up hope yet. Yours is a councilman, I reckon that invites a lot more assassination attempts."

[officermorozov]

The laugh that left Ransom was harsh and joyless. "Yeah, I'll keep hoping." If anyone was trying to kill Raph they'd not gotten close in a long time. He was sure the only one that stood any chance was Lucien which was why he was trying to convince Kaden to turn the French councilman against the Italian. It was hard to say if anything would come of it. Kaden had his reservations. "Good luck to you too." He was sure Gareth had his own set of enemies.

[familiar-finn]

"I'm doin' grand," Finn said, not looking at Ransom. He stared straight ahead while he nursed his Guinness, the corner of his jaw ticking. He was mad about it but couldn't say why or which part –– the fact that it'd happened more than once or the fact that Gareth had every bit of it recorded to rub in his face and toss onto the internet for the world to see it too. He swallowed another large mouthful of his drink and flagged down the bartender for a refill. "Thanks for askin'. You're comin' up on a year now." He glanced at Ransom. "How're you doin'?"

[officermorozov]

"I'm fine." Ransom was always fine, even when he wasn't. It was hard to say if he was or wasn't after being Raph's slave for year, but the fact he was still alive and not in worse shape made him guess that had to hold true. "Should get that tick checked." He mentioned having noticed it.

[garethbradbury]

"Good to know. Guess we can have some fun until Raphael needs it." Gareth patted Ransom on the back and pushed himself off the bar stool, considering the other man before he gave him a grin. The next time he spoke, there was persuasion threaded heavily through his voice. "Stand up and then get on your knees, sweetheart."

[officermorozov]

Ransom finished his drink and begrudgingly pushed away from it before doing what he was told because he had no choice. One knee hit the ground and then the other. He didn't look up at Gareth choosing to keep his eyes where his knees were, on the floor. It wasn't going to be any grand reveal what was coming next, but he wasn't going to do anything he wasn't explicitly told either.

[nottheangel-raphael]

"I'm sure you will," Raphael drawled, sounding amused by Ransom's daily threat. It wasn't new, but the genuine desire behind it was. He thrust his pointed tail in and out of his slave to work him open while he sealed their mouths together and fed off that hot sexual energy. The hardness of the appendage likely wouldn't be comfortable but that didn't matter. It wasn't staying in Ransom for long. He dragged his claws down his slave's side, drawing up long, thick lines of red along the way. Blood coated his fingers that he used to wet his throbbing dick that soon replaced his tail, Raph groaning into Ransom's mouth as he bottomed out in the dragon. He didn't dare give the younger a chance to adjust, already fucking him hard and relentless against the wall.

[officermorozov]

Ransom knew he was being patronized by the ghoul. He would have said more but the other's mouth game against his own. For once he eagerly kissed back, fighting against Raphael for dominance. His tongue brushing the sharp fangs filling the kiss with his warm blood. His own cock grew hard between them as his rage and desire grew as one. The claws digging into his skin made him break away to hiss in a mix of pain and clouded desire. "Fuck." He growled out. His eyes met the inhuman ones a moment his own filled with a cold fire before he tilted his head and their mouths were meeting once more. Raph's groans were met against Ransom's low growls as the ghoul pushed into him. Ransom once again had to break away when the other started moving his talons digging into the half demon's broad shoulders as the rough pace started. His legs held onto the other, his head falling back against the wall and his eyes pinching closed as his teeth grit together. "Fuckin hate you." He got out between the ghoul's thrusts, just to be sure he didn't forget.