Disclaimer: Disclaimers are silly. Stupid red tape. I don't own Tron. Tron is older than I am.
Castor smiled down at Sam, turning his cane slightly. The hand grip twisted at the User's throat and he jerked his head to get away from the sensation. Not that he could go anywhere, Castor had his hands bound tightly in ribbons of light, one of his inherent skills with fiber optics.
"Let. Me. Go! Zeus!" Sam snapped, obviously not enjoying his place in the plan.
Yet.
"Oh no no no love! You don't understand!" Castor grinned, putting flamboyant inflections on his words. He loved to be a 'show pony' as Users called them. It was so theatrical! "You don't get to make demands." He shook a perfectly manicured finger at the boy 'tch'ing him. Sam glared, his eyes shining with denial of what was going to happen. Castor's code tingled with anticipation.
"When I get free I'm gonna – " Sam's words were cut short. The information broker moved fast – very fast – dropping the end of the cane from Sam's throat and bending in so close their faces were two inches apart. His hand was holding Sam's chin in a commanding grip.
"You just don't seem to be understanding Sam my dear, dear boy." Castor's grin returned as Sam trembled. "You may be a User. You may even be the son of the Creator himself. But – " Castor held up his finger beside Sam's head.
"But – " Castor repeated. "I am powerful too. I am one of the second six, written by your father. Built to be to be stronger than most other programs. Stronger than you." Castor's hand trailed down Sam's neck and down his hard chest. He expected the aroused gasp from Sam but he was surprised to hear a happy purr come from his own throat. The User's skin was so soft and luxurious he could barely contain himself. He was going to taste every inch in the hours to come.
"I am in control Sam. And you?" Castor's grin became wider. "You are kneeling. You are submissive. You are naked." He licked his lips in eagerness. "And you are hard." Castor whispered, his voice rough with impatience. Sam looked down with wide, horror filled eyes to see that he was – in fact - as hard as a rock.
Castor drew Sam close and leaned forward, flicking out his tongue to capture Sam's ear lobe. A moan tore itself unwillingly from Sam's lips. The man in white chuckled into the User's ear, his hot breath making Sam shiver.
"You're mine." Castor rumbled.
