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- 1-Tom's Nightmare
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Disclaimer: The Forbidden Game Trilogy and all its characters were created by Lisa Jane Smith. This is just a fan story based on her works, using her characters. All rightful credit is given to her. I make no profit from this.
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Summary: "I'll be giving him my 'special' attention." If only Jenny had understood what was really in store for her boyfriend when Julian spoke those words.
Setting: Set during the events of the first game; directly after Audrey's nightmare (around chapter 9, I think).
Originally Posted: August 2010. (Revised January 2019)
Warnings: Adults only, 18+. Story contains strong/offensive (some homophobic) language, graphic rape, M/M, sexual acts with a minor (Tom's 17), torture, bondage and S&M themes, toys, minor blood play, and an evil/sadistic Julian (yay!).
Distribution/Sharing: Links only, please. No translations or reprints.
Word Count: 8,609
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Author's Note: This was a thought that kept bouncing against the walls of my mind until I fleshed it out into this little Julian/Tom PWP. Please let me know what you think. Feedback is what helps me improve my writing so all reviews (positive or negative) are welcomed.

Second Note: The end of this story features a couple of runes. For those of you who have never actually seen the runes I included them here (I hope this is somewhat helpful to those who need it):

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Tom's Nightmare
By: K.Blood
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Things were not going exactly as planned. Or, to put it bluntly, Julian was furious.
The space beside the counter in the More Games store was empty when the air suddenly began to pulsate and shimmer, like heat in the distance. Abruptly, Julian was there. Still clothed in the broad sapphire encrusted belt and formfitting white leather of the Erlking outfit, the Shadow Man immediately began to feverishly pace the area. His eyes gleamed with an unearthly intensity that rivaled the glow of the gemstones at his waist. He felt like a rabid tiger bound in a cage; enraged and without a proper outlet for his bloodthirsty impulses.
From nearby came a sharp, sarcastic laugh. "Jenny's too good for you and she knows it."
Julian paid the annoyance no heed as he stormed from one end of the counter to the other. Jenny was being a lot more stubborn than he had originally thought she would be. Actually, Julian hadn't even believed the game would progress this far. She shouldn't have been able to resist him like she was. From a distance, Jenny had always been such a kind, gentle girl. Although he did enjoy this awakened fiery spirit within his love, it was swiftly becoming something of an irritant.
She was drawn to him, there was no doubt. Julian could see it in her eyes. In the way the pulps widened and the color of her irises deepened. In the way her skin flushed with pleasure when he touched her. Just the sight of him caused her heart to flutter away in her chest. Even the tone of his voice seemed to be enough to leave her dazed.
But despite all this why—no—how was it possible that she still refused him?
The very notion sent the Shadow Man into a rage. His anger lashed out like a physical thing. The antique brass cash register on the counter erupted in a display of twisted metal and clattering coins. The wood that made up the counter began to warp and blister, as did a few of the nearby shelves and the items on them. Julian could fix it all later, but right then he didn't care for anything except the fury boiling inside himself.
There came the sound of rattling chains as Tom attempted, unsuccessfully, to shift farther away from the zone of the Shadow Man's destruction.
In his rage Julian pivoted around and glared at the mortal bound to the old grandfather clock. Tom physically winced and again tried to scoot away. Like before, the iron chains held him firmly in place. He tried to conceal it but fear showed clearly in his eyes.
"Not being very cocky now, are you." Julian's words would have been teasing if not for the jagged edge his temper lent his voice.
Tom swallowed and attempted to pull himself together. He sat at the base of the large grandfather clock, heavy chains and shackles binding his arms and torso to it. The moment the Shadow Man had redirected his attention to Tom, the boy had grown deathly pale.
"You won't win. We'll get out of here," Tom managed, meekly. The force of his courage grew as he continued: "Jenny's stronger than you think she is. She's not going to let you win."
Julian's eyes flared like lightening strikes.
Tom began to scream.
The Shadow Man turned away as the fat brown rats appeared out of nowhere and started to scurry up Tom's legs. Torturing this fool brought him no pleasure. How dare the little bastard tell him Jenny was strong, as if Julian didn’t already know. This same boy who, for years now, had grown arrogant and taken Jenny for granted as if she were only an ornament for his arm.
Julian clenched and unclenched his hands. A fool like Tom Locke did not deserve a radiant innocent like Jenny. It was an abomination that the girl continued to fight and call out for him.
Julian felt his anger ripple again, felt it wither the wooden racks and crack the glass and stone trinkets on the shelves.
Why did she insist on denying him? He, who loved her more than anything? Who could give her whatever she desired? He could never take Jenny for granted. She was a creature of light and sweetness. She deserved the world to be handed to her on a plate of silver.
He could do that for her, but why wouldn't she let him?
The Shadow Man knew he needed to calm himself before he destroyed the room completely. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, releasing it out in a long, slow breath. With effort, the destructive aura emitting from him began to evaporate, dissolving into the air like incense smoke.
Feeling only marginally better, he turned back around to glance at Tom. The young man continued to scream and cry out. His eyes were frenzied and exhausted as he tried to beat the furry little rodents off of himself without the aid of his hands. The scene brought a humored smirk to Julian's lips and renewed his confidence.
This mortal was pathetic. Jenny deserved better, and she would get it too. She was strong, yes. Beautiful and brave, but she'd come around eventually. Julian had faith. She'd yield to him, in her own time. Perhaps, after another nightmare or two...
"You're a monster!" Tom abruptly shouted. He shook his head from side to side as a rat reached his neck, its whiskers twitching as it sniffed at his face.
"Am I?" Julian smiled, wicked amusement playing behind his eyes as he watched Tom squirm under the rodents.
He knew that at any moment Jenny and the others would be stepping into Michael's nightmare. Maybe he'd bring the old mirror out again and give Tommy-boy another taste of what he was doing to his friends.
"She's never going to love you. Not a monster. Jenny could never love a monster!"
Something in the boy's words hit a nerve, leaving a foul stain on Julian's thoughts. Suddenly, what little good humor the Shadow Man had was gone. It must have shown clearly on his face because when Tom looked up at him, despite the rats clawing at him, the boy's own expression grew lofty.
"That's right. You can push her all you want, but she's a good person. Good people don't want anything to do with creatures like you. She'd rather die than be with you."
Julian's gaze narrowed.
Was there truth in Tom's words? Would she truly choose death over a life with him?
Julian let out a low growl. No, he refused to believe it. He didn't want to believe it. Jenny just needed a little more push in the right direction. She'd come around eventually. She was warranted better than what she had been given, and Julian could grant her everything she deserved. She was bright, lovely and sweet. Absolutely exquisite.
And she was his.
"She's better than you!" Tom was still shouting. The prideful confidence in his expression was like kindling to Julian's anger.
"Watch it, Tommy," he warned. Normally the venom in his tone was enough to shut any human up tight, but Tom had always been a fool.
"You're evil and she hates you! She'll always hate you!"
Julian's whole body felt tense. He drew in a deep, stiff breath and let it out. Jenny would more than likely be very upset with him if he killed her boyfriend. She wouldn't care later on down the line—once she had better—but right then Julian figured she'd be kind of mad once she found out.
So perhaps he should do something that she wouldn't find out about...
Julian knew far more about Jenny and her friends than any of them would ever realize. The rules of the game granted him some leeway into their minds. He could see all their deep dark little secrets. All the things which terrified and humiliated them. In a way, he knew them better than they knew each other.
And he knew something that would just destroy little Tommy.
In an instant the rats were gone. Tom stopped his taunting and looked around stupidly. Seeing that the vermin were gone, not just hiding in some small crevice somewhere in the store, but completely vanished, he returned his attention to the Shadow Man.
Julian grinned. It put a snag in the boy's haughty expression.
"Let's play a game."
Tom sent him a dubious look. "Thought we already were?"
"Same game, really. I'm simply changing tactics."
"If you hurt Jenny..." Tom growled through his teeth.
Julian laughed. It was a smooth musical sound, like winter bells. "If I were you, I'd be a little more worried about my own safety at the moment."
This got Tom's full attention.
"What are you going to do?" he asked warily.
Julian walked over to him and patted him on the head like a good little dog. Tom jerked away and the fingers in his hair seized hold of him, tugging painfully at the roots. The Shadow Man held Tom's head steady as he lowered himself to meet the young man's eyes.
"I'm going to fuck you."
It was spoken so bluntly and without hesitation that, at first, Tom only blinked. Then his eyes narrowed and he leveled his gaze at the Shadow Man. "You're a crazy liar."
Julian smiled darkly. "A withholder of truths, perhaps. But never a liar."
He stood and took a step back. Chin in his hand, he regarded Tom, considering the best way to go about this. Tom's expression was filled with hate as he glared up at the Shadow Man. However, he also looked scared.
An idea came to Julian. Manifesting it into reality was as easy as snapping his fingers. Everything he needed already existed in one form or another, requiring minimum effort. The air around them turned black. The items in the room shifted and warped. Almost naturally, they changed into something else, like the way things did in dreams. Wood and chains rattled as they unwrapped themselves like snakes and settled into new positions.
For Julian the whole experience was an organic and smooth transition, as commonplace as curling ones fingers into a fist. For Tom however, it was an alien thing which burned his skin as it froze his core, leaving him nauseated and disoriented. Julian took great pleasure in his discomfort. Even more so once the room, and the human, had resettled themselves and Tom got a look at where he was—and the new position he was in.
The room was still about the same size, only now it was mostly empty. What had once been wood paneled walls and flooring were now made of cobbled rock. Torches stabbed into high cracks on the walls provided the only source of light. Tom's chains, instead of clinging to his chest, now rose above him, tethered to a hook in the stone ceiling. The boy's arms were held suspended above his head, his ankles shackled to the floor. Tom's breathing was labored, slick with fear, as his wide eyes took in the altered surroundings.
"Wh-what is this? Let me go!"
Julian stood before Tom, arms folded across his chest. He shook his head and tsked. "So, you did think I was lying. That's rather funny."
Tom could only stare at him, gripped with disbelief. Once it passed Tom began to yank ferociously at his restraints. Julian allowed his gaze to casually roam over the boy's struggling form. To be honest, Tom Locke really wasn't that bad looking. Jaw squared. Hair and eyes brown and wild. Julian would have gone as far as to call him handsome. By human standards, of course.
The Shadow Man had a thought and it quickly manifested into reality. Tom's clothes began to unravel, melting off his body and seemingly evaporating into thin air. He stared down at himself in shock, his struggles forgotten for the time being.
Julian continued his examination of the young mortal, taking in all the details of his new plaything. Tom was a guy who worked out on a regular basis. His love of sports insured he took special care of his body. He was muscular, slightly on the bulky side. His shoulders and chest were broad, the muscles pulled taut by the chains restraining him. Julian's eyes lowered, following the boy's sculpted torso down to the curve of his toned hips. They lowered still, to the apex of his thighs...
"What the hell are you staring at, you faggot!" Tom suddenly erupted, his face red with rage and humiliation. His body twisted this way and that in his bindings, but he was still unable to attain the cover he desired to shelter himself from the Shadow Man's scrutiny.
Julian chuckled. "Such language, Tommy. Feeling insecure?"
"Fuck you!"
"Later."
Julian took a step back, undid his belt and pulled the tight formfitting tunic off his shoulders, revealing the sleek definition of his own torso. He let the material slip to the floor were it faded and dispersed like a puff of mist, leaving him clad only in white leather breeches and soft white boots.
Tom demanded to know what he was doing. Julian ignored the fool and eyed the belt in his hand. The tiny encrusted sapphires along its length were of particular interest. When he had first donned the Erlking costume his only intention had been to impress Jenny and further his seduction of her, but now he was pleased that it could be of more practical use.
Julian kept his gaze pinned on Tom as he folded the belt and took it in both hands. He drew them together then yanked them apart, watching with great amusement as Tom flinched at the sudden sharp sound of leather snapping against leather. Tom swallowed, visibly shaken by the little show.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked, trying to sound stronger than he felt.
Julian tilted his head and sent Tom a look that was too sweet not to be scary. "I think you know."
Silent, Tom watched with large round eyes as Julian circled behind him. He strained his neck, trying to keep the Shadow Man in view, but his current position prevented it as Julian took up a place behind him.
"Don't you dare," Tom threatened, uncertainty and fear stealing the strength from his voice.
Julian didn't reply. His eyes were as keen as a cobra's as he studied the young man's back. The muscles flexed and went stiff, then flexed and stiffened again—anxiously awaiting the first blow.
Instead, what Tom got was a cold hand pressed against his skin. He jumped at the unexpected sensation, and then tried in vain to pull away from the Shadow Man's fingertips as they traced down his spine. Julian's hand moved lower still, following the curve of Tom's ass. He was purposely tender. There was pleasure in seeing the discomfort his feather-like touches were causing.
"Don't fucking touch me!" Tom shouted in panic, attempting to curl away.
That was when the first blow hit.
The sharp crack of the sound of impact was deafening in the stone room. The pain must have been terrible if the startled cry ripped from Tom's lips was any indication.
Julian paused to watch a patch of skin along Tom's left buttock deliciously redden and swell. There were distinct small, dark scarlet colored dots where the sapphires had bitten into the flesh. With a curt jerk of his arm the belt again snapped against Tom's body. The shackles at his ankles and wrists rattled as Tom arched forward in pain.
"Fuck!"
Julian drew his arm back and let loose, in rapid succession, a series of lashes down Tom's back. Six in all, not giving the human time to adjust between strikes.
"Fucking bastard," Tom growled.
Julian thought the growing welts were rather pretty. He decided to add a few more.
Tom's body buckled, his chest heaved. A thin sheen of sweat had broken out over his skin. There was nowhere for Tom to go but he tried anyway, twisting and tugging. Julian grinned and let another stinging slap of the belt descend across Tom's backside. The boy hissed through his teeth.
Julian wanted to hear him scream.
He moved closer to Tom, placing his hand on the young man's shoulder blade. Tom attempted to jerk away with no success. Julian pressed his palm into the swollen flesh, feeling its searing heat. He let the coolness of his touch sooth the sting, feeling the stiff muscle ease up reflexively under his gentle caress. Then, without warning, the Shadow Man hooked his black colored nails into Tom's skin and raked them downward.
The boy screamed.
Oh, god, did he scream.
Julian licked his lips. His eyes flickered like indigo flames as he studied his artwork. Slim rivulets of blood tantalizingly oozed from the long vertical gashes running down Tom's back. The boy himself was unmoving except for the small tremors of pain racking his form. His head hung low, chin to his chest. He panted lightly. Julian leaned forward, dipping a tongue into one of the gashes. Tom flinched, his back curving away.
"Leave me alone," he mumbled. His tone wasn't fierce but Julian could tell there was still some fight in him.
Julian closed his eyes, savoring the bittersweet taste of human blood. Perhaps later, if Jenny allowed it—or to her complete and utter ignorance—he'd consider eating young Tom Locke. Maybe raw and in rolled strips, like sushi.
The Shadow Man stepped around to face his prey. He couldn't help the arrogant smirk that lifted his lips.
"Hello, Tom. How are you doing?" he inquired innocently, as if he hadn't just spent the last few minutes beating the boy.
Tom graced him with an exhausted glare before returning his eyes to the floor. Julian smiled and turned, heading for the opposite side of the stone room where an ebony marble table stood against the wall. Its top was covered with a thin layer of purple velvet. Placed neatly along its surface were rows of items of various purposes. Some meant to hurt, others to tease, and some doing both. Most, however, were meant only to hurt.
Julian dropped the white belt onto the table and let his fingertips glide over the objects. There were leather scourges and braided whips of all kinds. Devises that cut and others that burned. Body restraints and ball-gags. The list went on. Items ranging from medieval torture antiques to ultramodern sextoys. Julian had his pick of the litter. He decided to keep things simple. Once he had made his choices he approached Tom's tired form, his hand concealed behind his back.
"I hate you," Tom muttered as the Shadow Man strolled up to him.
Julian's smile grew and he knelt down on his knees. This got Tom's full attention because the Shadow Man was now at eye level with the mortal's flaccid cock.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Tom demanded, his defiant spirit winning out over the tiring ache consuming his body.
"Being creative."
His free hand rose and wrapped around Tom's shaft. Immediately, Tom began to thrash about in protest. Just as quickly, he stopped. Julian arched an eyebrow at the human, a knowing smirk on his face. Tom stared, eyes wide, obviously disturbed. His movements had done nothing but pump his own cock in Julian's fist.
"Kind of liked that, didn't you?" he teased.
"Go to hell. I'm not a fag, like you," was Tom's weak retort.
Julian chuckled at the accusation. Humans were cute sometimes. Meeting Tom's gaze, he gave the boy's cock a couple slow pumps. Tom squirmed.
"Don't you fucking do that!"
Julian did it again. Squeezing his eyes shut, Tom grunted and turned his face away. Julian continued to slowly stroke him. The Shadow Man understood that the human body was a silly, yet wonderful system of nerves and reflexes. Whether it was wanted or not, sometimes the body just reacted to outside stimuli without the mind‘s consent.
Julian continued to grope Tom, letting his palm roam up the shaft, giving the head a nice firm squeeze before moving back down to message the boy’s scrotum. It didn’t take him very long before he had a fully erect penis in his talented hand. He would have preferred it if Tom watched him, but the boy still had his face hidden against in his arm. That was all right. Pretty soon there would be no way Tom could look away. No matter how badly he wanted too.
Julian revealed his fist from behind his back and placed the objects on the ground beside him. One he kept in hand: a thin strip of tanned leather. This he tied tightly around the base of Tom’s swollen cock. No matter how much pain he went through the simple restraint would keep the blood pooled in the young man's shaft, forcing him to stay erect.
Julian spared a glance upward, finding Tom staring down at him with sick fear on his face. He wasn't actually staring directly at the Shadow Man, but rather at the items laid out beside him on the stone floor. Most notably the long steel needle.
Julian sent the sandy-haired brunette a devilish grin. "Don't worry. It won't kill you."
Tom didn't look too reassured. "I'm sorry."
Julian cocked an eyebrow at the words. The rest of his expression remained one of indifference as he gave a little tug to the knot of the makeshift cock-restraint.
Tom went on: "I'm sorry I upset you earlier. I'm sorry, okay? Please don't do what you're about to do."
"And just what am I about to do, Tommy?" the Shadow Man asked, delighted by the twisted ideas that were undoubtedly racing through the mortal's head.
Tom didn't answer.
Julian took the needle between his slender fingers. Tom’s breathing noticeably increased and his voice became more frantic as the long piece of sharpened steel was brought dangerously close to the head of his penis.
"Dear God, puh-pl-please, don't. I-I'm sorry." A sudden idea seemed to come to Tom: "Jenny! You don't want to do this. Jenny will be angry with you!"
Julian paused, needle hovering above the top of Tom's erection. He grinned up at the boy, his eyes glittering like ice under the light of the torches. "But Jenny’s not here, is she. Now don't move so much, I could hit something vital."
Tom blanched. Julian returned his gaze to his work. Gripping Tom's cock with one hand and being deliberately slow (sometimes the wait was far worse than the end results) he brought the needle down, puncturing the ring of skin just under the thick head. He heard the boy suck in air and felt his body tense at the sharp stab of pain. He knew Tom probably wanted to jerk away but was forcing himself to remain still.
The leather tied around the base of Tom's penis did its job nicely in keeping the organ rigid. Julian retrieved another item from the ground by his side: a small gold hoop. Removing the needle and slipping the open end of the ring through the residual hole elicited a small pained sound from Tom. Julian clipped the ring closed and leaned back to admired his handiwork. The piercing added a new allure to the organ. Something the Shadow Man felt like referring to as "sinful."
A tiny line of blood leaked from the wound. Julian couldn’t resist leaning forward and collecting the crimson fluid on his tongue. Tom shivered. Julian ignored him as he pressed his lips to the underside of the head and suckled more blood from the puncture. When he finally pulled back Tom was panting. A drop of clear fluid gleamed at the tip of his cock. Julian eyed it a moment before turning his gaze upward. Tom was watching him, almost expectedly. There was something sort of funny about implication. He supposed homophobia was null and void if there was a cunning pair of lips on your virgin dick.
Julian gave him a sweet smile, then flicked the tip of a black fingernail at the aching head.
Tom hissed at the unexpected sting. Julian laughed, reaching for the last item next to him. He slanted forward, deliberately ignoring the erection pressing against his bare chest as he wrapped a thin gold chain around Tom's hips. After threading it through the hoop on Tom’s cock and fastening it, Julian stood and took a step back to view the finished product.
By their nature Shadow Men didn't have sexual orientations or, at least, not by how humans defined them. Sex was not their way of reproduction, and meant very little to them outside of its uses as a form of torture. However, seeing Tom Locke's swollen cock—bloodied, bound, pierced, and forced by the thin chain to stand at attention against the mortal’s flat stomach—was almost enough to make Julian swear off women forever and devote himself to the male body. Almost. There was still Jenny, after all, but it was tempting. Especially with that rivulet of blood leisurely sliding down the shaft...
Julian fell to his knees and ran his tongue up the length of Tom's cock. Sitting back on his heels, licking the blood from his lips, he spotted Tom staring down at him rather intensely. Julian smirked.
"I have this thing for human blood. If you wish to be vulgar about it I suppose you could say I'm a slut for it," he explained, the smooth silk of his voice showing no shame. Actually, there was a predatory gleam in his twilight gaze. A black hunger which cooled Tom's arousal and made some of the fear return to his features.
Julian stood and made a vague gesture in the air. The manacles binding Tom's wrists and ankles remained where they were, but the iron chains connected to the ceiling and floor abruptly vanished. Tom fell to the ground with a thick groan of pain. Stiffly, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. A heavy white boot planted itself between his shoulder blades, uncaring of the gashes and welts as it forced his face back against the cold stone. The position left Tom's ass exposed to the open air.
"You however, Tommy-boy, are going to be a slut for an entirely different reason." Julian applied more pressure with his heel, making Tom grunt in pain.
"You don't want to do this," he said, sounding desperate.
"Yes, I do."
"But Jenny..." His words were cut off with a pained shout as Julian twisted his boot into Tom's back, making him arch and fresh blood seep from previously clotted wounds.
"Let's leave my little ray of sunshine out of this. Now, on your knees."
"Go to hell."
Julian let out a deep exasperated sigh, pretending as if he wasn't enjoying his victim's stubborn resistance. With a flick of his wrist the ivory leather belt was suddenly back in hand. The first crack was like a lightening strike. It caught Tom completely by surprise. He yelped and struggled to get free. Julian's foot kept him firmly in place as he delivered stroke after stroke against Tom’s backside.
He didn't pause until the boy was choking on wet sobs, his ass a bright swollen cherry-red. Then Julian bent down and rubbed a cold hand over the abused flesh, pleased. Nothing did the job quite like a studded belt.
"You okay, Tommy?" asked the Shadow Man, feigning concern.
Tom sniffed. Tears streamed his face. His naked body shuttered. The sweat coating his tanned skin made his body glow in the firelight. He didn’t respond. Julian squeezed one overly heated buttock, causing Tom to flinch and let loose a cry.
"Shhh," Julian hushed him, continuing to knead the tender flesh in his palm. "Now, Tom, are you going to be a good boy? Or do I have to punish you some more?"
"I'll b-be good," he stammered between sobs.
"Good." Julian removed his foot from the young man's back and started for the marble table. "Now stay there."
Tom obeyed. The Shadow Man wasn't sure if this satisfied him or not. Sure, breaking them was fun, but there was also something thrilling about a prey item who refused to relent. Jenny fluttered briefly through his thoughts, but Julian pushed them away. He was in too good of a mood to let her stubbornness spoil it.
He got what he wanted from the selection of objects and returned. Julian stood behind Tom taking a second to study the bruised and scarlet flesh of his ass. It was a very delicious sight and the Shadow Man found himself wanting to take a bite out of it. He resisted the urge. Instead, he stepped closer, placing a sturdy hand on Tom's hip. The toy he held in his other hand pressed against the tight ring of Tom's asshole. The young man flinched and attempted to jerk away but Julian's hold was like iron, leaving new bruises on his sweaty skin.
"Hold still!" Julian's tone was as sharp as a whip crack. Almost a roar, it left nothing open to debate. Tom started to whimper. He kept his head hung between his arms.
"Please don't—"
"Silence!"
Tom flinched again, but was then motionless and hushed. Julian gave a dark, velvety chuckle. "Good boy."
He pressed the head of the dildo more firmly against Tom's hole. It was about as long as a ruler and just a bit thicker than a thumb. Its exterior was made of a soft leathery material. At the base Julian flicked a switch and a clear viscous fluid began to seep through its smooth leather-like skin. He proceeded to work the newly slick toy into Tom's swollen ass.
Tom grimaced and gritted his teeth. He began to struggle but the Shadow Man's grip easily kept him in place. Julian continued, forcing the toy past the resisting walls of muscle, until it was half way in. Then he flicked a different switch.
Tom gasped as the dildo came to life, quivering erratically inside him. His lips peeled back from his gums as he strained against the relentless onslaught of sensation. Julian watched, amused, as Tom battled it out between revulsion, humiliation, and lust.
When it appeared that revulsion was going to win, Julian gripped the end of the vibrating toy and pulled it out a couple inches. Then he pushed it back in. A reluctant groan escaped Tom. Julian repeated the motion. Tom's face flushed and his breathing grew heavy as the Shadow Man fucked him with the dildo. Each thrust perfectly stroked against that small part of him which made Tom fist his hands and fight against the need to press back onto the toy.
The corner of Julian's lips turned up in a half-smile as he brought the resistant Tom Locke to the brink. Abruptly, he flicked the vibrator off and pulled it free from the mortal's anus. Tom's shoulders sagged with relief as he took deep breaths. Julian tossed the toy off to the side, no longer caring for it. He circled around to Tom's front, arms crossed over his bare chest in a domineering manner.
"Now, I believe I said I wanted you up on your knees."
Tom didn't move. He remained crouched down on his hands and knees, head hung low. Julian sighed as if dealing with a wayward child and shook his head. The belt was abruptly back in hand. He folded it and cracked it against itself. Tom got the picture real quick. His head snapped up, fearful eyes landing on the white studded leather which had already brought him so much pain.
It took him a few seconds longer due to shaky muscles and the shackles, but Tom finally rose up onto his knees. Julian paused to take in the young man's image. His skin was bruised and slick, his arms restrained before him. His hazel eyes were dark and slightly hooded, refusing to meet the other's gaze. Julian could see him trying to overcome the arousal and shame still coursing through his system. The head of his cock, still beautifully chained against his abdomen, wept pre-cum against his stomach. A few drops trailed down his shaft, mixing with the dry blood. Julian found the sight extremely enticing. There was nothing in all of the worlds like having your own personal slave, beaten and bound, and at your complete mercy.
Julian undid the tie-string on his pants and, without hurry, withdrew his own swollen erection. He watched Tom's face carefully and was not disappointed when he got his expected reaction. The fear was like a three-course meal. It was an appetizer, an entrée, and dessert, all in one. Satisfying in so many ways and completely filling. He couldn't help the dark grin which seeped across his sharp features.
"Tommy..."
The boy was already shaking his head, eyes wide, whispering ‘please no’ before the Shadow Man could even finish his sentence.
"I believe you know—"
"Oh, god."
"—what to do next."
Now they were getting down to the very root of Tom's fear. The kind you didn't tell anyone about because it was just that terrible. Watching the tanned skin of his face turn to a milky white heightened Julian's anticipation of the new level of torture he was about to deal out to the bastard who undeservingly held Jenny's heart.
"Oh, god, please no, please no, no, no, no, god, no..."
"Come now, Tommy," Julian said, casually closing the short distance between them. "You might find that you like it."
When Tom tried to pull away Julian's hand twisted in his damp hair and forced the young man's face closer to his groin.
"I'll bite!" Tom shouted hysterically, trying desperately to pull away. "I'll fucking bite it off!"
A gentle finger slowly traced the line of Tom's jaw, curling under his chin and forcing his face upward. Julian's eyes gleamed with the intensity of a cold blue fire, sinister and wild. If not for the hand gripping his hair, Tom would have shrunk back at the raw savagery he saw there. The amused grin on the devil's face only amplified the twisted evil within the depths of his eyes.
"Go ahead, Tom. Bite me."
Taken out of context the words could have been humorous. However, there was nothing funny about the danger threading each syllable like razor-wire. It was a dare. No outright threat needed. No reason to add explanation of what would happen if the dare was carried out. The Shadow Man's glare said enough as he let a hint of his true nature, the horror of the primal monster he really was, come to the surface. The human in his grasp began to tremble uncontrollably. Tears leaked down his face.
"I-I-I'm s-so sorry. P-please, d-don't hurt—"
"You know how you can make amends."
Tom didn't even hesitate. So stricken with fear from what he saw in the demon’s eyes he didn't so much as pause to think before he gobbled down Julian's cock. Taking too much at once, he gagged. Tom didn't allow himself to faultier for long as he pulled back and adjusted to take in an amount more agreeable with his gag reflex. He continued with a fast fearful pace. His cuffed hands gripped Julian's thighs for better balance.
Julian smiled down at the top of Tom's head as it bobbed up and down his length. He was touched by the enthusiasm at which the boy exerted himself. He really had terrified the mortal and there was a great satisfaction in knowing that. He would have preferred a steadier rhythm but he didn't interfere. He let Tom work out his fright, knowing the human would feel all the more shameful later.
Julian let himself relax. The feel of Tom's warm mouth sliding over his flesh coaxed loose the tension in his muscles. It freed some of the frustration he felt over his continued failure with The Game and his inability to persuade Jenny to his side. He let that all fade away, consumed by the heat pooling in his body.
Tom's lack of experience and natural talent was staggering, but in spite of this it didn't take long for Julian to reach his peek. Tom may not have been great at what he was doing, but he kept up a quick rhythmic momentum, and soon Julian felt a new kind of tension knotting tight inside himself. It wasn't the stimulation of the blowjob which finally brought the Shadow Man over the edge. It was seeing the young man—who undeservingly held the love Julian desperately wanted—transformed into this sniveling pathetic whore, cowering at his feet.
His hand still embedded in the Tom's hair, at the point of release Julian yanked the human off his cock and let his seed spray across Tom's face, mixing it with his tears. Tom blinked stupidly. He hadn't expected that. Uncertain, or perhaps in disbelief, he rose his chained hands to his face and dabbed at the sticky liquid with his fingers. He stared silently at the dampness on his hands, stunned.
"My little cum-slut," Julian teased, knowing the words would stab deep.
Tom looked to be in a state of shock. His wide-eyed gaze did not stray from the small damp patches on his fingertips. Julian watched his hazel colored eyes dim with self-disgust and hate as reality set it.
"Credit to you, Tom. Your enthusiasm at sucking my cock was unprecedented. Are you sure there's not a closeted secret or two your hiding from Jenny?"
A muscle in Tom's jaw flexed. He turned his head away. No doubt he wanted to call the Shadow Man all kinds of foul things, but having Julian's cum on his face seemed to have humbled the boy. On the other hand, Julian was finding all this very comical.
"Now Tom—"
The Shadow Man had been torturing souls long enough to know which buttons to push. He understood that names held a power to them. By constantly referring to Tom by name it made it all the more difficult for him to disregard Julian and escape into himself, like he undoubtedly wanted to.
"—I want you down on your back."
Tom remained silent.
"Tom, are you all right?" Julian questioned, his tone mockingly concerned.
No response.
He smirked and lifted his leg. Placing his boot on Tom's chest, Julian shoved the human back. Tom fell onto his side with a grunt, reflexively rolling over onto his back. He grimaced when the action jarred his earlier wounds, but made no further effort to move. His eyes stared blankly up at the stone ceiling.
Julian snapped his fingers and the shackles fastening Tom's ankles melted into the air. He knelt between Tom's spread legs and leaned forward, planting his hands on the floor to either side of Tom's head. The Shadow Man peered down into those hazel eyes with a deviant fascination. Tom silently turned his face away from the scrutiny. He had finally lost his fighting spirit.
"You're rather pretty, Tommy-boy." Julian eyed the drying stains on his cheeks. "Very pretty, indeed."
His hand lowered and cool fingers wrapped around Tom's strained cock. The muscles of the boy's jaw tightened at the touch, but that was all. Julian began a sluggish pace. He leaned his lower half more firmly against Tom's abused flesh, letting the human feel his hardness. His earlier climax had done little to dwindle its size.
"Why so passive, Tom? Is it because now you know there's nothing you can do to stop me?" Julian moved in closer. He nipped at Tom's ear while giving his cock a rough tug. He knew exactly where to take things next. Julian whispered, "Or is it because deep down you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel my cock in your ass? Is that it, Tommy. Are you queer?"
Tom's chained hands seized the Shadow Man's wrist. Julian decided to humor him for the time being by stopping. Tom met his gaze. An ugly grimace twisted the young man's lips. The vacant, far away look in his gaze had cleared.
"You win, is that want you want to hear?" asked Tom, spitting out each word with the utter hate he felt at the same time he fought back tears. "Fine, you win. You're the big bad shadow devil and none of us have a chance against you."
Tom's mouth tightened with the threat of a sob. When the threat passed, he continued: "You can win your fucking game, you can claim Jenny as some cheep prize, and you can murder the rest of us, but you know what? She won't ever love you. No matter how hard a disgusting beast like you tries."
Despite everything, Tom managed a small grin. "Doesn't that piss you off?"
Julian stared down at the smug look Tom was giving him. Something raw and savage boiled inside the Shadow Man. Small thoughts and truths he had not wanted to consider raced around his mind. They filled him with a rage he was more than ready to release on the human beneath him.
With no warning, he thrust his hips forward, his cock tearing into Tom's tight hole. Tom threw his head back with a pained cry. Julian kept the pace vicious and unforgiving, leaving the boy with no time to adjust. He pounded into Tom with enough force to catch the faint tinge of fresh blood in the air with every stroke.
Tom squirmed ineffectively under him. His chained hands shoved at Julian's chest as more shouts and cries of pain were forced from his mouth. He was crying again. Tears dampened the drying semen on his face. Julian didn't care. He greatly enjoyed the suffering this wild animalistic rutting was inflicting.
Throughout the punishment the leather tied around Tom's cock made it remain shamefully erect. Out of personal spite Julian gripped it and began to pump the engorged organ, knowing the touch would bring more humiliation than pleasure.
Tom gritted his teeth and turned his face away. Julian took the opportunity to lean forward and let his tongue roam over the damp tears alone Tom's cheek. He could feel his own need for release steadily rising and began to match the stroking of Tom's cock with the movement of his hips, finding a nice rough rhythm which was less agonizing for the boy. Julian wanted to come, but he wanted Tom to come with him. He desired to see the shame in Tom's eyes when he cried out his climax with the Shadow Man's cock buried in his flesh.
Julian shifted his position. The new angle of his thrusts caused Tom's eyes to bulge and his back to arch—but not in pain. A wicked smile stole across Julian's face as he purposely let his cock brush against that same spot inside the boy. Tom began to whimper and beg him to stop. Julian didn't let up. He fucked Tom and stroked him until a startled gasp escaped the mortal. His inner walls clamped vice-like around the Shadow Man's cock.
Julian felt a warm wetness on his fingers, saw it splash onto Tom's chest. The sight and feel of Tom's complete and total humiliation was enough. With a groan more bestial than human the Shadow Man came, filling Tom's tight passage with the heat of his seed.
Julian road out his orgasm in Tom until the euphoria faded. After giving a couple languid thrusts, Julian withdrew and got to his feet. With a vague hand gesture he manifested an ebony cloth from the air and used it to wipe himself off. Then he adjusted and retied his pants. There was a victorious little spark in his brilliant blue eyes as he peered at the weeping boy at his feet. Tom was curled onto his side in the fetal position, holding his face in his hands. Sweat coated his skin and semen tainted a faint red dripped from between his thighs.
"Beautiful," Julian's silky voice whispered.
And it was beautiful to witness the aftermath of the full degradation and conquering of one's enemy—not that the Shadow Man thought Tom was worthy of being considered an enemy. He was more like an irritating fly buzzing around one's head. Still, swatting him had been fun.
Julian bent and ran a fingertip lightly over the bruised and bloodied skin of Tom's back, following the spine to the clef of his buttocks. Tom flinched and continued to sob quietly into his hands.
"Jenny will love me," Julian spoke, uncaring if the mortal was listening or not. "You see, because Jenny doesn't have to know."
Tom didn't respond.
Julian paused to take in the full image of the broken Tom Locke and save it to memory, to be recalled whenever he was in need of a pick-me-up. He wished he could have kept the boy just as he was. Perhaps remove the chain at his waist and add a leash to the hoop piercing his cock. He could then parade him around like a little dog. The thought almost made Julian's lips twitch into a grin. The only thing which stopped it was knowing that such an idea was only fantasy...maybe. The Shadow Man wanted to hold out hope that one day the possibility would present itself.
Knowing that the end to his fun had finally come, Julian stepped back and performed a line of runes in the air, calling out their names as he did so. The flesh of Tom's body began to mend itself as the runes' magic went to work. Welts shrank. Gashes and cuts healed. Bruises and other blemishes dissolved. When it was all over, Tom's nude form looked just as pure and untarnished as the moment before Julian had decided to break him.
With a snap of the fingers and a twirling motion of the wrist, the chains and other accessories fell apart and a thickening fog gathered around Tom's body. It morphed and swirled, changing color and shape until Tom was once again dressed in the clothes he had started The Game wearing. Julian made another elaborate motion with his hand and the stone walls around them began to melt. Tom whimpered as everything around them shifted and his human body went through the unfamiliar and nauseating sensation again.
A handful of seconds later they were back in the More Games store, at the top of the paper house. Tom was once again chained to the grandfather clock. He sat still, his head bowed. The only movement was the soft tremor of his shoulders as he quietly wept. Julian stood before him, completely redressed in sleek skin-tight black leather, arms crossed over his chest. He smiled down at Tom.
"Nothing to say?"
He waited a second before continuing, even though he knew the boy wasn't going to answer. "You came for me, Tom. My cock in your ass. And you came. And the way you swallowed me in your mouth..."
His smirk grew a notch when a harsh sob escaped the young man. He wanted to play a little longer with the broken Thomas Locke, but Julian could sense that the others had all made it through Michael's nightmare (damn them) and were now entering the door into Summer's.
Being the ringmaster to this little game of his, Julian couldn't afford to be out of the loop for too much longer. He knelt next to Tom. The boy winced when the Shadow Man's fingers gripped his chin, forcing Tom's face up to meet his.
"We should do this again, sometime," Julian teased. With a sharp black fingernail he began to carve lines into the flesh of Tom's forehead.
Tom screamed and attempted to pull away, but the frosty-haired demon's grip on him was strong. When Julian was finished there was left a bleeding rune etched into Tom's skin. It was shaped like a vase tipped onto its side, with a diagonal line running through the main vertical one. Nauthiz overlaying Perthro.
Julian spoke the name of Perthro first, evoking the rune's power. It was the lot cup; not just the rune of chance, but also of mysteries and secret matters. The crimson lines of the rune burned hot a moment, forcing a pained cry from Tom. Hearing it gave the Shadow Man a mild thrill. After Perthro, Julian evoked Nauthiz, the rune of need. Its main power focused on delays and restrictions. As he spoke its name that part of the double-rune glowed hot as well. Tom only grimaced this time, his teeth clenched.
"I hate you," he whispered weakly.
Julian ignored him. He was too busy using his skills to shape and manipulate the runic powers to his will. He took Tom's fresh memories of what had just transpired between them and balled them up, stowing them deep into the boy's psyche and sealing them away. The glowing red of the double-rune upon Tom's forehead began to fade. The lines of each cut grew thinner as the rune drew deeper into Tom, dissolving into his mind. When all was done there was left no trace of its existence anywhere on his skin.
Julian watched the young man, waiting.
Abruptly, Tom's head shot up and he glared at Julian as he shouted, "You're evil and she hates you! She'll always hate you!"
Tom froze suddenly and looked around. A puzzled expression replaced the ire on his face.
"Where..." he hesitated, perhaps not really wanting to know, but needing to ask, anyway. "Where did the rats go?"
His confused eyes took in Julian's new change of wardrobe.
Julian graced him with a sly smirk. He held up his hands and an oval-shaped mirror, set in an elaborate silver frame, appeared in his grasp. "Tormenting you with rodents is only fun for so long. How about we see what your little friends are up too?"
Even as the Shadow Man spoke a milky image was fogging over the mirror's reflective surface. When it smoothed out it showed the interior of a bedroom piled from floor to ceiling with garbage and dirty clothes. Jenny, Audrey, Michael, and Dee were busy digging through the rotting mess. Cockroaches the size of small dogs and maggots as big as human hands scurried about the clutter, making Tom's complexion pale as he watched one come dangerously close to brushing up against Jenny. Summer stood near a wall, sobbing and looking mortified at the world around her.
"You really are a monster," Tom growled under his breath.
Julian suppressed a sigh and the immature need to roll his eyes. He was missing his broken toy more and more with every passing moment. He did find some comfort in the knowledge that Tom's memories of his breaking weren't gone, just hidden away. They would resurface again during the deepest hours of the night, while Tom slept. They would seep into his dreams, twisting them into nightmares. Nightmares which would make Tom leap out of bed, drenched in his own sweat, heart pounding and chest heaving. They would be the kind of nightmares which were forgotten the instant you woke up, yet the essence of which still lingered, leaving you feeling haunted. The kind which forced you, for countless hours afterward, to sit there in the dark and wonder just what terrible things you had been dreaming about in the first place.
Julian was looking forward to it.
~ End ~
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