#paradave

[malevolentmastermaddox]

Spit on me, I spit on you || Buffet

Tagging: Dave Karofsky and Maddox Fischer

Date: Saturday, May 30th

Desc: Maddox decides to try his luck with Dave and succeeds.

Warnings: Oral, hand job, forced orgasm.

Maddox perused the buffet table, generally passing those he had gotten off already, even though he knew that you could still get points off the same people. But at the moment he was much more interested in sampling than winning, even if he certainly wouldn't mind doing that. He did a double take when he spotted the slave who had threatened him a time or two and chuckled as he drew closer to him. "Well, you don't look half so frightening when you're bent in half like this..."

Dave was bored of being attached to the table and he really hated his life more and more everyday. He sighed as he looked around then looked at Maddox with his eyebrow slowly raised. "Let me free and we'll see how frightening I am when I'm bashing your head into the ground and beating the fuck out of you." He clenched his jaw as the corner of his mouth started to twitch the more he started to sneer at him. Dave was terrified but he did the best he could in hiding it from the Master in front of him.

Maddox chuckled, coming up closer to him to pat his ass. "You're so very lucky that the goal of this is not to see how much we can punish and torture all of you, slave. This is probably the most attention and affection you're going to get, while we're all so eager to see you cum... unless of course they want to use something like that.. electric probe that Master Sebastian was talking about... has he come by you with that?" He smirked and idly started to run his fingertips along the length of Dave's cock, as if it was just the most natural thing to do in the midst of conversation.

Dave glared at him, "Fuck you." He wasn't going to share that Sebastian had already visited him and Sebastian had made him cum and that he hated himself for letting it happen. He wasn't going to acknowledge how bad he wanted attention or affection from someone it just sucked that they wanted to hurt him. The feeling of the Master's fingertips on his cock made his heart stop for a moment before he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Don't."

Maddox shook his head slowly. "Maybe one day, if you're lucky and you behave," He teased, since he knew very well Dave hadn't meant it in that way. It was always interesting to see the different ways the slaves on display reacted when he began to touch them, and he had to admit he enjoyed Dave's reaction so far. "For once, I'm here for ​your​ pleasure, big guy. I don't plan to fuck you up or strap down all your limbs and ride you- that would be fun but it would probably take too long. I didn't prep myself before coming down here." He curled his hand more properly around Dave's flaccid cock and gave it a few strokes. "Plus you're not in the best position for that, unfortunately. It'd be terribly awkward placement for me."

Dave rolled his eyes nothing bothering to respond even though he knew exactly what it mean. He was even certain that the Master knew exactly what he meant by it. Dave just stared at the Master and he wouldn't mind fucking him, be he would want to be free so he could pin the Master down and ruthlessly show him how it felt to be a slave. The thought shook Dave to his core, he didn't even notice his cock responding to the Master's hand until a moan escaped before he could stop it.

Maddox raised an eyebrow as Dave almost seemed to lose himself in thought after Maddox was talking about riding him. But wherever it was, it certainly helped, because he could feel the cock getting harder in his hand. He drew a bottle of lube out of his pocket and opened it, letting it squeeze out onto Dave's cock before his hand started to smear it around his length, able to stroke him quicker with the added slickness. "Where did you go just then, hmm? Did the thought of an ass taking taking all of this cock into it get you excited?"

Dave inhaled as he felt the lube and it caused him to stare at the Master in disgust. It was the only look he could pull off without actually showing how curious he was and how much he liked it. There was hardly a time where Dave was actually touched in his life when he wasn't in prison. He ran his tongue over his lips, "My mind went to a place when I was kicking your ass and loving it." Dave sneered at him hating the feeling of his cock starting to twitch and continuing to harden.

Maddox grinned slowly down at him, stroking him quicker the harder he got, as if a reward to his cock for behaving the way he wanted it to. "Are you sure you didn't mean 'kissing?' Because again, if you're good and lucky, I'd let you do that, as well." He licked his lips, his eyes dropping down to the cock in his hands. "I'm so curious to see how big it gets when it's achingly hard... shall we find out? Ooohh, and we should find out how far you can shoot your cum. I bet you can hit your own cheek, bent like this."

Dave glared at him and rolled his eyes, "You wish. I will never kiss you. Ever." He sneered as he clenched his jaw as his fingers started to twitch as the desire to reach out and choke the man in front of him. The idea of getting his hands around his neck and choking him caused his his heart to beat faster and his chest was heating up. A look of arousal and disgust crossed his features at the idea of cumming on his own face. There was only one thing he could do as his cock betrayed him by growing and he could feel the precum leaking out the tip. It felt so good and he hated every second. There was only so much he could do and that spitting in the Master's face. So, that's what he did.

Maddox sighed dramatically. "You haven't even seen my ass yet. It's very kissable. I'd certainly fuck my own ass if it wasn't such a pain to try." He joked. He pumped his hand over Dave's slick cock, enjoying watching it sheen with the lube and how hard it felt in his hand that he didn't notice any possibly signs leading up to Dave spitting. He flinched, trying to hide his own disgust so that the slave wouldn't get to know how much he disliked other people's germs or dirt unless he was controlling when and how much. Now he'd definitely need to go wash his face before continuing on with the buffet. But not until he'd spend the twenty minutes with this one. He wiped it off his face, slowing the stroking down at first. He reached down and wiped the spit off onto Dave's own ass before slapping it sharply. "Keep your saliva, boy. Who knows how much you'll sweat and lose from your body when the machine is fucking you for a whole hour..."

Dave sneered at him not flinching when he was slapped, it made him chuckle. "C'mon big man, I know you can hit harder than that." He raised an eyebrow before letting out a mocking laugh before groaning at the feeling of Maddox jerking him off. Dave almost wanted to raise his hips to work with the Master's hand and create more friction but he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He really hated every second of it but it felt good he just wished that he had a choice. He would probably still say no but just having the option to say it and be heard would mean something.

Maddox arched a brow down at him. "Oh, I know that I can. Does that make you horny? Because I'll slap your ass red in that case. If not, I think I'll stick to the tried and true method." He brought his other hand in on the action, so he could more specifically stroke the head of Dave's cock, rub his palm against it, while the other hand continued to pump over him. "I wonder what kind of noises you make when you're cumming," He scraped his teeth over his lower lip.

Dave was angry mostly because it was probably true because when he felt that slap he felt his cock respond to it and that bugged him to no end. When he felt the palm on the head of his cock and the other hand stroking him he felt as if his body was driving him crazy. He ran his tongue over his lips letting out another moan, fighting it was becoming difficult as he started to moan again. "You won't find out...fuck yourself...goddammit..."

Maddox grinned wickedly. There was nothing so amusing as someone talking like they would be able to resist when they had been moaning moments before. "Come on, doesn't that feel good...? Like a professional masseuse on your cock." He licked his lips slowly and looked back down at what he was doing. He gently rubbed the head of Dave's cock on his wrist before lowering his head down and wrapping his lips around it, sucking hard as his hand pumped over his length.

Dave pulled a look of confusion with his brow furrowed and the corner of his mouth quirking up forgetting about the hand on his cock. "What's a masseuse? I don't want chocolate on my dick, dude. The fuck wrong with you?" He raised an eyebrow before letting his head drop back as he started moaning again. "I really hate you..." Dave glared at him and debated on spitting on him but he didn't want to do something like that with his cock so close to the Master's teeth.

Maddox lifted his head up to blink at Dave, sharing his confusion but from the other side of the fence. "Well, I don't know what ​you're​ referring to, but that's not what a masseuse is. But I don't see why licking chocolate off someone's dick would be that weird either." He snorted, looking at him before he put his lips back on him and sucked as Dave said he hated him on the coattails of a moan, making the words lose any sharp edge they could have had. He rolled his tongue over his cock head and reached his free hand down to squeeze and massage the slave's balls against his palm, humming.

Dave could feel his balls starting to tighten and he hated himself for it because he was getting so close to starting to cum. He tried to catch his breathing and put his mind on something else, anything else. Dave tried to figure out what a masseuse was and why it didn't have anything to do with chocolate when it clearly sounded like something to do with chocolate. It sound like choco...."Oh fuck..." Dave swore as his thoughts were interrupted by his moans when he felt the hand on his balls. It felt amazing and he almost started to buck his hips but he didn't want to add to his humiliation.

Maddox focused on sucking and trying to work his hands at the same time, because it truly was something that had to be focused on for him not to be fumbling and doing this all wrong. He exhaled and lifted his lips off his cock, looking up at him. "Are you getting close there, big guy?" He husked, licking at his slit a moment. From his hands cupping his balls, he let one finger slip away from the bunch to slowly massage against the slave's taint, slowly but surely starting to angle his cock up toward the young man's body as he stroked him.

Dave nodded even though he didn't want to but he couldn't think of what a masseuse was and it was giving him a headache. "Just go away....leave me alone..." He groaned out and he knew that he sounded pathetic and that the tone of his voice was desperate. Dave hated being weak and the closer he got his orgasm the more he hated himself and he could feel the tears starting to well up in his eyes. He was going to lose. He was going to give in and all the fighting he did was pointless.

Maddox shook his head down at Dave. "Why would I go away...? You've almost given me what I need from you. Then. Then I'll go away... so if you want me gone... you'll cum for me." He licked his lips, pushing in against the taint and stroked his balls again to try and encourage him, looking over his body. "You want to...." He swiped his thumb against the head of his cock, watching his face to see for signs.

Dave closed his eyes tightly as tried to stop himself from moaning but it a futile effort that left him wishing he had died in his last fight instead of being where he was. The feelings were overwhelming and it made his chest tighten. He wasn't sure if it was the emotions or if it was the fact that he was so close cumming and shooting his load wherever he was allowed to do so. Dave's next groan came out even though his jaw was set and tightly clenched.

Maddox watched Dave, trying to decide what would help push him over the edge that he was resisting so hard. He slowly took his hand away from his balls and leaned in, replacing it with his mouth as he sucked them into his mouth, his hand stroking him quickly while he kept the slave's cock aimed up toward him. He hummed so that Dave could feel the vibrations against his balls and rolled his tongue over them.

Dave closed his eyes and let his head fall back when the feeling hit him. He groaned trying to fight it but he couldn't fight it any longer. Dave let out a load moan, a string of swear words coming out one after the other as he blew his load and thick ropes of cum come out and landed on his chest with a few drops hitting his face. The humiliation quickly followed as he tried to catch his breath. As the tears came back he closed his eyes to keep them from coming out and rolling down his cheeks.

Maddox could feel it when it happened and slowly pulled back, moving up while his hand milked Dave until nothing else was coming out. He slowly released his cock and looked appreciatively over the sight of the wrecked slave in front of him. "Now... does that not feel better?" He murmured and patted Dave's thigh. "Maybe we'll get you something nice when this is all over, hmm?"

Dave sneered at him, his jaw clenched and the look of disgust very clear on his face. "Fuck. You." He looked back at the ceiling and then put his focus back on Maddox as he licked his lips then spit at him, "There. That's somethin nice for you take with ya." Dave made sure to keep his eyes on him, he knew he wasn't in a position to look intimidating but that didn't stop him from trying.

Maddox slowly wiped off the spit and shook his head at him. "As long as that's your only weapon, I think I'm fine. Is it really all that bad?" He hollowed out his cheeks before slowly letting his own spit fall from his mouth and onto Dave's stomach. He shrugged, but he wasn't letting himself touch his own clothes. Too gross. "Nice doing business with you." He stepped backwards and away.

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Oceans || Jove Solo Para (Joe's Last Solo)

The dark brunette headed man bent down and  untied his shoes -black Adidas tennis shoes that he had for several years now- and then began to peel his mismatched socks off. Today one had giraffes on them, the other was blue and green stripes. Leaning back up, he shoved the socks in his pocket and held onto his shoes in one hand. He closed his eyes and inhaled the salty air that only a LA beach could bring. It was 11pm meaning it was about 7am currently in London. His body should be waking up right now, getting ready to start the day with his cup of coffee and eggs probably. Sunnyside up with a piece of wheat toast…he might have to stop at his favorite diner after this and grab some. He had been craving that lately.

The thirty-four year old opened his eyes and began to skim his surroundings looking for the reason he had packed up and moved across the world…Dave. Spotting him down by the tide, Joe couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat. The smile graced his face made him look like he was confident, that he knew that this wasn’t a mistake, yet his insides were telling him a different story. He was sure this wasn’t a mistake but had Dave been serious when he asked Joe to move out here with him?...Maybe this was all a façade but right now, as he inhaled the oh so familiar scent of his favorite ocean -the Atlantic had nothing on his Pacific- he knew that even if Dave turned him away or laughed in his face, that this was the right decision. He hadn’t felt this…free in months…years even and it was all because of Dave.

There was something about the younger man that made Joe question everything he knew. He made him feel younger, like the worries of the world were carried away from him. Whether that be Ellen and their unborn child, Ksenia and her mind tricks, Rachel and their broken promises, all of it was gone when he was with the younger Franco and it was addicting. It was more addicting than his precious nicotine or the very white powder he had relieved on only months before. That very white powder that still had a small hold on him, still crept into his mind late at night and made his hands shake from the need of the high it had brought him. That high from that very white powder had nothing on the way Dave Franco made him feel. 

Inhaling not only a breath of oxygen but a breath of confidence, Joe moved his feet and began to walk to the silhouette by the water. Every step he took his body shook from a mixture of nerves and excitement about seeing his boyfriend? Can he still call him that even though Dave flew half way across the world without him? Well there was only way to find out right? With one last breath he walked up so he was now standing beside Dave, his shoes in one hand, his eyes glued to the water waiting for the younger man to notice. It took him a second but then it came. A gasp followed by a famous cough laugh, Joe turned his head to see one of the biggest smiles on he had ever seen on Dave Franco’s face. Turning his body so he was now facing the younger man, he could feel himself relax, all the stress and worried about seeing his boyfriend again was gone.

His breath caught in his throat and his eyes closed as Dave reached up and put his hand on his cheek, feeling Joe’s cheek and jaw, almost as he was trying to decide if Joe was really there in front of him. “Hey, Mr. Kitty.” They younger man said causing Joe to open his eyes and stare into the brown ones in front of him.

“I told you I would come, didn’t I?” Joe softly said back, his own hands finding Dave’s face. He stood there holding his head in his hands, brown eyes meeting brown eyes both filled with wonder and surprise that the other was in front of him. Joe did tell Dave that he would come, and even though Dave left without him, something that made Joe worry that what the younger Franco had asked of him was nothing more than a hoax, he still needed to come out to LA and find out for himself. To start over with or without the man he had grown to love.

“You did. Will Keira be far behind ready to kick my ass?” Dave asked as Joe began to stroke his thumb across the cheekbone.  He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the image of the pregnant woman tottering off the plane hunting them both down. The more he thought about it the more Joe almost could see it and it frightened him…just a little though. “She’s pregnant, I think we can take her,” Joe said focusing him his mind once more at the man he had flown across the world for.

Dave let out once of his laughs filling Joe up with a sense of warmth. He would never get tired of hearing that laugh. “That would put me at a disadvantage or are you really willing to slug a pregnant woman?”

Leaning in softly Joe placed a gentle kiss on the lips he had grown used to kissing whenever he wanted. He had taken a huge risk when had somewhat drugged up kissed Dave those weeks ago after his surgery. Dave had always been there for him through thick and thin, not once leaving his side. Knowing that with the kiss Joe was placing a huge part of himself and all of that on the line. Yet here he was now, feet in the LA sand, Dave’s face in his hands, lips pressed against his, clearly he had done something right for once. Breaking away slightly, his lips still touching the pair he had been kissing, Joe spoke with his eyes closed. “It means I love you.”

It was silent for a moment and for a second Joe was worried but then his lover spoke. “You’d punch a pregnant woman for me.” Was that really all he got out of that? Joe wondered but then- “I love you too.”

A smile broke across his face as he could feel his eyes begin to water. He had come to London to escape a psychotic ex, found himself getting into trouble that he had never dreamed of with people he least expected while the whole time looking for a second chance. A second chance that would forgive him for laying a hand on his ex and then cheating on her. A second chance that would forgive him for giving into an addiction and becoming weak for a black haired minx. A second chance that would forgive him for sleeping with his best friend. One that would forgive him for knocking his ex up and wanting to run from it; run from the responsibilities and not push him to her not wanting to break up a family that was already doomed from the start. Doomed from the moment he first lied to her…a second chance. That’s all he wanted and as he leaned in to kiss Dave, his arms wrapped around the younger man’s waist he realized that was exactly what Dave was to him. The second chance that he had come to London looking for.

And with that he was happy.

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Waking Up || Joe & Dave

This jello tastes like shit. He thought to himself as he shoveled the blue goo into his mouth. That blue goo was supposed to be jello, and Joe was highly convinced that since he was still waking up from the surgery the nurses thought that he would sit there silently eating it not being able to tell a difference...how wrong they were. 

Pushing the goo to the side, Joe crossed his arms over his chest and let a pout cross his face. Theses past 24 hours had been stressful and all he wanted was some decent blue jello, was that so fucking hard to ask for? Grabbing the remote next to him he began to flip through the channels, the glare continued to stay permanent on his face as he landed on a cooking channel. Maybe if he couldn't eat good food he could at least pretend that he could...and learn a new recipe or two. It was only moments later he heard a knock on his already open door, deciding it was a nurse Joe ignored it. He wasn't going to talk to anyone until he got real blue Jello like he asked. 

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Getting Shitfaced || Joe and Dave

"You know," Joe said slurring turning towards the younger man. He was already heavily intoxicated -their goal for the night- and at the point words would ramble out of his mouth with no filter. "You might be my only guy friend right now." He brought his drink to his mouth and took a long sip. His beer was flat, warm and disgusting but the man was so out of it he didn't give a fuck what it tasted like. It was true though, what he said about Dave being his only guy friend. A few months ago Joe had Rob, Chris, Tom, Norman, Sean and of course he-who-should-not-be-named-that-night. Rob had left for some movie, Chris was too busy with that girl of his, Tom was working and had Loius living with him now, Norman and Sean had left for the States to begin filming the next movie in the Boondocks Saints series and then there was him. He was the whole reason why Dave was chugging whatever alcohol was in hands reach. The men were both suffering heartaches -different type of ones yes but heartaches just the same- which is why they decided after work that night to go get shitfaced. They wanted...no they needed to forget that night.