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Carnal Malefactor	By : Anathema Category: G through L > Left Behind Series Views: 8715 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nicolae Carpathia ushered Cameron 'Buck' Williams into his office for a late night meeting. In their most recent conference, Nicolae had pressed Buck to see what he remembered about the Stonagal event; when this revealed Buck was hiding something, it allowed Nicolae to be more aggressive with his next step of a prestigious job offer. However, he didn't have much time to waste and so decided to try a different tactic. As he offered Buck a chair on the right hand side in front his desk, he relished the thrill of the impending interplay between tempter and tempted.
“So Buck – may I call you Buck? – have you given any more consideration to my job offer?” Nicolae asked while seating himself behind his massive desk.
Buck wasn't sure how to respond. Well, it is a generous offer but considering you're the embodiment of all evil, I'm going to have to decline. Somehow Buck thought that answer wouldn't go over very well. He studied Carpathia, trying to find any hint as to whether his friendliness was genuine or not. Out of all the times he had been around Nicolae, Buck felt at his most vulnerable now. There was nobody else here that Nicolae needed to impress or control, and in his new-found faith, Buck was not sure he could successfully ward off the temptations of an undistracted Antichrist. He sat there, staring at Nicolae, desperately trying to think of how best to answer, noting the almost palpable beckoning aura that seemed to radiate from Nicolae and suppressed a shudder. “I've been busy trying to finish an important piece and haven't had time to come to a decision,” Buck finally managed to say.

“Ah, I understand,” Nicolae said, smiling warmly.”Though you are currently unburdened with work here in my office. Why not take a few minutes here to think it over? And by no means should you feel pressured to accept, I will understand should you decide to say no.”

Buck swallowed. “Of course...just let me think.” Buck searched his mind frantically for a way to get out of the office. He felt the longer he stayed, the less and less he'd be able to resist Nicolae's ostensibly genuine charm. After all, Buck had barely managed to escape from the Stonagal debacle without giving in, and that was with the protection of both his own and his friends' prayers. Not only that, he really did want to take the job offer but he was afraid of what kind of spiritual danger he'd be putting himself in by working for the Antichrist. He began to pray, unconsciously clenching his jaw.
This did not go unnoticed by Nicolae. His friendly smile slowly changed to a wayward one. “Are you praying, Cameron?”
Buck's heart nearly stopped.
“Do you really think you are righteous enough to resist me? There is none righteous, no, not even one.” Nicolae turned in his chair and stood up, took off his jacket, draped it over the back of his chair, and walked to the front, left hand corner of the desk. “Come here. Show me how you pray.” The words seemed to curl out of his mouth and hung heavily in the air like smoke.
Buck felt his willpower slipping; he had faced many crossroads in life before, none of them nearly this difficult to reconcile, though mainly because he did not really want to resist Nicolae. He walked over to Nicolae and stood in front of him.
“Get on your knees,” Nicolae commanded sternly.
“Are you going to kill me like you did Stonagal? You have nobody else around to blame this time,” Buck tried his best to sound strong and defiant.
Nicolae moved past Buck, picking up the chair Buck was sitting in as he went and placed it behind his desk near his own chair. Continuing in a circle around his desk, he walked back in front of Buck, placed his hands on Buck's shoulders and slowly applied downward pressure. “No. Stonagal was no longer useful to me. You, on the other hand, are very useful to me. Now,” Nicolae said, increasing the pressure on Buck's shoulders, “get on your knees. Show me how you pray.”
Buck sank to his knees, trembling. He wasn't quite sure what to expect, he knew he wouldn't be leaving the office unscathed but still continued his futile attempts at prayer. In dazed silence he watched as Nicolae undid his belt buckle and fly, pushed his pants just free of his crotch, then reached into his underwear and freed himself. Nicolae put his hand on the back of Buck's head and gently pushed him forward. Buck let himself move forward without resisting and took Nicolae into his mouth, timidly closed his lips around Nicolae's penis and began to awkwardly work his way up and down the shaft.
“Oh, surely you can do better than that. You always seemed like such an enthusiastic boy, Cameron,” Nicolae said, gripping Buck's hair and pushing him forward, guiding him to take more. Buck began changing the tempo at which he moved, sometimes slower, sometimes faster. Nicolae lessened his grip on Buck's hair, which Buck took as a sign he was doing well, or at least not horribly. Buck struggled to keep his mind on leaving before this went any farther, but the creeping feeling of delirium from the delight of giving in to temptation made it difficult for him to think straight.
Just as Buck started to feel less awkward, Nicolae withdrew himself, tucked his penis back into his briefs and redid his pants. “Stand up,” he commanded. Buck obeyed without hesitation. Suddenly, Nicolae turned towards his desk and swept his arm over it, scattering papers all over the floor. Then just as suddenly he grabbed Buck's right wrist, moved behind him, wrenched his arm behind his back, and bent him over the now cleared table. He leaned over Buck and whispered into his ear in a low, silky tone, “Are you still praying? Surely you must know your iniquities have separated between you and your God, and your sins have hid his face from you, that he will not hear. For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; your lips have spoken lies, your tongue hath muttered perverseness.”
“Yes,” Buck mumbled before he could stop himself. “Please...” Buck squirmed every time he felt Nicolae's hot breath on the back of his neck. He wasn't used to this kind of sensual contact and it was driving him out of his mind. “I'll take the job.”
“Hm?” Nicolae stopped and smiled. “Good, good. I am glad to hear you have come to a decision!” He stood up and released Buck's wrist, allowing Buck to face him. He held out his hand for a handshake, which Buck slowly accepted. “I welcome you to the team and confer upon you all the rights and privileges that go with your new station. May-” Nicolae stopped when he saw the look of sheer terror on Buck's face. He laughed warmly and clapped Buck on the shoulder, “I am only joking with you, Cameron. You need to lighten up. I am simply glad to hear you have decided to accept the position.” As he stared down into Buck's eyes, Nicolae's countenance made the almost consciously imperceptible shift from warm friendliness to monstrous glee. “Now, face my desk and take off your clothes,” he said, his voice cold and stern, “We are not finished yet.”
Buck began to protest but decided against it, instead doing as he was told. Nicolae brushed past him but Buck didn't dare try to look where he was going. He folded his clothes and placed them under the desk, trying to retain some modicum of control. Then suddenly the room went dark as he felt something go over his head. “Wha-” but Buck's question was muffled as Nicolae put his hand over Buck's mouth.
“Shhh...” Nicolae said reassuringly. “Now, reach out your right hand...Gently,” he warned.
Buck did so, all the while wondering what was going on. While he never dreamed in a million years he'd have given a man (the Antichrist no less!) a blowjob, he at least understood that concept. This however, he couldn't even begin to fathom. He felt his hand guided to Nicolae's crotch where he could feel what must have been a very obvious bulge under the fabric of his pants. Then slowly, without guidance, he let his hand trail upward over Nicolae's belt buckle and onto his still clothed stomach. Buck felt the set of well-maintained abs through Nicolae's shirt. He took his time letting his hand migrate further north, up under Nicolae's tie, half caressing Nicolae's powerful body as he went. Buck's hand moved over Nicolae's strong chest and, as Buck moved his hand free of the tie to feel Nicolae's face, he felt Nicolae grip his wrist firmly. The gentle brush of Nicolae's lips on Buck's fingers threatened to make Buck lose his balance.
Nicolae held Buck's arm out straight and kissed the inside of Buck's wrist, then the upper part of Buck's forearm, taking his time between kisses knowing that in Buck's blinded state the pause between each kiss would be agony. Agony it was for Buck, as each second that passed between kisses felt like an eternity and when the next came the sensation was almost overpowering. Nicolae kissed the inside of Buck's shoulder, then slowly lowered Buck's arm to his side. Buck could feel Nicolae standing in front of him, could hear him breathing, convinced he could also feel Nicolae staring into his eyes through the hood. Without warning, Nicolae kissed Buck hard on the lips, causing Buck to lean backwards from the force. Buck reached up to try and grab Nicolae's shoulders to steady himself but by that time, Nicolae had already moved away.
Buck stumbled while trying to regain his balance and fell to his hands and knees. He crawled forward, grasping weakly at the air to try to find any purchase he could on Nicolae's pant leg. After several seconds of humiliating crawling, Buck finally managed to grab a hold of Nicolae's right pant leg and began to kiss his way up Nicolae's leg in an act of desperate devotion. He carefully reached forward with his left hand and was a bit surprised to feel the wall there but grateful for the extra bit of balance. He could hear Nicolae laughing quietly to himself but despite, or perhaps urged on by the humiliation, Buck's confidence was bolstered and he began to work his way up Nicolae more quickly and frantically.
Nicolae let Buck carry on like this for a while, until Buck reached his chest. At this point, he reached out and firmly gripped Buck's balls, causing Buck to bolt upright to attention. Maintaining his grip he walked Buck slowly back to his desk, moving carefully as to not let Buck stumble. When he got to his desk he turned Buck to face it, bent him over, and again grabbed Buck's right wrist and twisted his arm into a hammerlock in the process. Nicolae reached up with his left hand, loosened his tie and pulled it up over his head. Then seeing Buck's free hand reaching for the far side of the desk, Nicolae leaned forward, grabbed Buck's wrist and roughly brought it behind his back close to his other hand. Nicolae kept both of Buck's wrists pushed up towards the middle of his back, maneuvering his tie around them and tightening it as much as possible. He heard a small groan from Buck indicating discomfort but not injury and was pleased.
He then walked around to the front of his desk and opened one of the many drawers to retrieve some lube, all the while admiring the prize draped across his desk. He slowly walked behind Buck, undid his belt and fly, and pushed his pants and underwear down to mid thigh. He slathered lube onto his penis then on to Buck's asshole, the cold shock causing Buck's breath to catch in his throat. Slowly Nicolae inserted himself into Buck, causing Buck to groan in an equal mixture of both pain and pleasure.
Buck knew that at any time prior to this he could have voiced his objections and even though Nicolae was about four inches taller and had at least 40 pounds more muscle, Buck still could have tried to fight back. He doubted whether either of those plans would have actually caused Nicolae to stop but he at least would have done something. The problem was, Buck knew, he didn't want Nicolae to stop. Despite a small, rational part of his brain telling him this was probably an incredibly irresponsible act, the rest of his brain told him to keep going, responsibility be damned. He couldn't stop himself from moaning as Nicolae pushed himself farther inside. As Buck began to relax, he felt Nicolae's thrusts become faster and faster and heard Nicoale's hips slap against his ass.
While still thrusting, quite vigorously now, Nicolae reached down with his right hand and began to fondle Buck's balls and shaft, causing Buck to moan even more. Nicolae ran his left hand all the way up Buck's back and pushed the hood up just far enough to expose the back and side of Buck's neck. He reached under the hood and grabbed a handful of Buck's hair, lifting his head up slightly. Leaning over, he began to kiss Buck's neck, interspersing his kisses with biting and licking. Buck's mind was ablaze with pleasure, each sensation just as intense as the other, and he found himself powerless to do anything other than lay there and take it.
“Oh God,” Buck moaned, almost overwhelmed by it all.
Nicolae couldn't help but to smile. “Yes.................let everything...that hath...breath...praise...the Lord.........Praise...ye...the Lord,” Nicolae growled, his normally impeccable accent slipping to a very recognizable Romanian one and his breath coming in gasps. He stood up straighter, removed his hand from Buck's hair and brought it down around his neck, squeezing, slowly cutting off Buck's air supply.
Buck's breath became increasingly ragged with his air supply now growing limited in what felt like was the time he needed it the most. The prolonged combination of all the sensations and now the lack of air drove Buck over the edge, and he rasped in moribund ecstasy as orgasm racked his body. Nicolae removed his hand from Buck's genitals, gripped Buck's shoulder and continued thrusting for a short while until he too came, letting out a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a sigh. Pushing against the small of Buck's back to remove himself from Buck, he tucked himself back into his underwear, redid his pants, then removed his tie from Buck's wrists.
After a few minutes, Buck had recovered enough to remove the hood from his head, and shielded his eyes from the first light he'd seen in what felt like an eternity. He steadied himself against the desk and slowly stood up. It was then he noticed a mirror off to his left. He looked at his reflection, naked and disheveled, and suddenly felt ashamed. He noticed Nicolae standing behind him, readjusting his tie, looking damn near perfect. Nicolae chuckled softly to himself as he walked over to his desk chair, and slid his jacket back on. As he walked behind Buck again, he stopped to look at Buck in the mirror. “Pathetic,” he half mumbled, his accent once again stellar, staring intensely at the reflection of Buck's green eyes before turning and walking out of the room.
As soon as Buck heard the door click shut, he collapsed onto his hands and knees and crawled back over to the desk and licked his cum off of Nicolae's desk in a halfhearted effort to absolve his own ignominy. He put his clothes back on and stood there looking with glazed eyes at what was left of the scene: the papers strewn on the floor, the hood (which he now recognized as a black pillow case) and lube still laying on the table, which he hastily shoved into a drawer. Buck gathered the papers and neatly stacked them back on the desk as part of his final effort to regain his dignity. He stared at the room a few minutes more, his mind in violent vertigo processing what had happened, before leaving.

Buck arrived back at his hotel and went up to his room. He flicked on the light, shed his leather jacket and tossed it into a nearby chair, then headed to the bedroom and nearly fell onto the bed from exhaustion. He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before closing his eyes, letting his mind wander in a hypnagogic trance, Nicolae's voice dancing in his head. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, Buck's entire body ached. A sense of serenity overcame Buck as he lay there drifting through the pain. He opened his eyes and lolled his head to the right, letting his eyes come to rest on the phone sitting on the nightstand. I should call Chloe...ask her to forgive me...Buck thought, but he didn't move. I should...I can't... “I should call...” Buck stopped before he could fully articulate the sentence. He lay there for a few more minutes staring glassy-eyed at the phone. Suddenly he rolled off the bed and knelt down next to it in an attempt to pray but after a few seconds decided he couldn't take this position seriously, so instead sat down with his back against the bed.

God... his mind felt heavy and slow and he was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, the sinner. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, the sinner. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mer- but another's words interrupted his prayer, winding their way through his mind, like a snake – your sins have hid his face from you, that he will not hear – have mercy on me – there is no one righteous enough, no, not one – on me, the sinner – His mind reeled in conflict, a chill ran down his spine. He had one final thought before his mind succumbed to the blackness of fatigue, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! Which was, is, and is to come!

After three sharp knocks on Nicolae's office door, Hattie Durham slowly opened it and peeked her head in. “Nic-” Hattie looked behind her, turned back into the room, cleared her throat, “Mr. Carpathia, Cameron Williams is here to see you. He doesn't have an appointment as far as I can tell but he insists on seeing you. And he looks like a wreck, are you sure you want to see him?”

“Send him in,” Nicolae replied calmly.
She left the door slightly ajar and walked back over to Buck. “He said he'll see you now.”
Buck jumped up, a little too eagerly he realized, wiped his palms on the thighs of his dress pants. “Great, thanks,” and he hurried into Nicolae's office, not caring about Hattie's bewildered stare. He quietly closed the door, inwardly gave a distressed sigh and crossed the room. Before he sat down in the chair in front of Nicolae's desk, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked like he hadn't slept for days, he had dark bags under his eyes, his hair was hastily combed, and even though he had tried to make the effort of wearing slightly more formal clothes, he still looked unkempt and out of place. Nicolae sat behind his desk doing paperwork, looking immaculate as ever.
“What do you want, Cameron? I am rather busy at the moment. If this is about the paper, surely one of my staff can help clear up any questions you may have. I will also send you an official notification when everything has gone through,” Nicolae said without looking up from his paperwork, devoid of his usual warmth and friendliness.
Buck was dumbfounded. Did I imagine the whole thing? Did he make me imagine the whole thing? I can't have imagined it, he confirmed I accepted his job offer. “No...it's not about the paper,” Buck finally managed. He sat there staring at Nicolae, transfixed. His stomach tied itself into knots, his mouth went dry.
“Well then, what is it?” Nicolae asked, still immersed in his paperwork.
Buck didn't answer, couldn't answer, just sat staring. Time seemed to stand still. “I...” Buck mumbled. He sat silent for a bit longer, trying to work up any courage he could. His hands trembled.
“Pathetic,” Nicolae said, just loud enough for Buck to hear.
“What shall I render unto the Lord for all his benefits towards me?” Buck was breathing hard and practically sweating. It had taken all his effort to manage that one question.
Nicolae stopped writing and put down his pen. Quietly he got up and began walking towards the office doors. As Nicolae walked past, Buck slid out of his chair to his knees, still facing the desk, and began to plead with Nicolae on the verge of incoherency, “For thou desirest not sacrifice; else would I give it”. Nicolae locked the doors to his office then calmly walked back, stopping between his desk and Buck.
“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit,” he said in a low, whispered growl.
Buck began to undo Nicolae's belt buckle with fumbling, trembling hands. He pushed Nicolae's pants down and began gingerly kissing the fabric of Nicolae's briefs that hugged the prominent bulge. Buck eagerly slid his hands up under Nicolae's shirt finally feeling the flesh housing the powerful muscles Buck had only been able to feel through Nicolae's shirt the night before. He brought his hands out and began to unbutton Nicolae's shirt up to his sternum, then began to kiss his abs. Nicolae put his hands on Buck's shoulders and gripped hard, making Buck wince from the pain but not deterring him by any means. Buck rested his right hand on Nicolae's oblique, his thumb absent-mindedly stroking, while his left hand grasped at the loose shirt, all the while kissing Nicolae's abs as if he would die if he stopped.
He made his way back down to just above the waistline of Nicolae's briefs and spent a few moments just kissing and licking that spot. He paused for a few seconds and said in a breathy whisper, “O Lord, open thou my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise,” before removing the katechon before him. A grin spread across Buck's face as he took Nicolae into his mouth. Slowly at first, he moved his way as far down the shaft as he could without triggering his gag reflex. He curled his tongue on the withdrawal motion, letting it slide up the underside of the shaft. Each time Buck tested himself by taking more and more of Nicolae into his mouth and increasing the speed at which he did so, though sometimes abating and just concentrating on one spot for a few moments before again going as deep as he could. Nicolae ran his fingers through Buck's hair, cupped the back of his head for a moment, then gripped Buck's hair tightly. He reached backwards with his free hand, bracing himself on his desk and let a quiet moan escape his lips. He reflected on how easy it had been to lead Buck astray. Surely it would not be this easy to keep Buck enthralled like this forever but for now, he needn't worry about that. Nicolae closed his eyes and smiled, satisfied.
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