Are you able to come into work on Friday late afternoon rather than Saturday? –CAM
Sure. Why do I need to be there a day early? JM
Watson can't film on Sunday. It's a new script so we'll need to block on Friday, film Saturday. –CAM
Alright, I'll be there. JM
Good. I will email the script. You are a nurse looking after a wounded soldier. -CAM
Inspired. JM
Please do a good job, so far we have not been able to use any of your footage. -CAM
You know it might help a bit if at some point I was told what you want me doing instead of leaving me to fumble about like an idiot. JM
That is why you are coming on Friday. We can block the scene. Some people manage to act straight in front of the camera. I like to see what people are capable of. -CAM
Yeah, I bet you do. I'll be there. JM
You disarmed Moran. I think that says more about him than you. They threw him out the army for being too violent. -CAM
Maybe he's just got a soft spot for twinks. JM
I tamed him. -CAM
Funny thing about taming a wild animal is you can teach it as many tricks as you want and it will still bite your head off the moment you turn your back. JM
Do you know what they say about lion tamers, Richard? That a good lion tamer walks into the ring with a whip but an /excellent/ lion tamer does not even need a whip. -CAM
Do you want to watch him suck my cock? Drink my piss? He'll do it. –CAM
That's not necessary. I've agreed to come in on Friday. JM
I do not tame my actors just to control you Moriarty. But my tiger has a special place in my trophy cabinet. You should have seen how dangerous he was when we first met. -CAM
And if I can control a tiger, Mr. Moriarty, I should have no problem controlling a little magpie like you. -CAM
Alright, I get it. JM
I will see you on Friday. -CAM
Yes, sir. JM
Good boy. –CAM
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The place was pretty quiet on Friday evening, the camera and shoot men were there as usual but otherwise only John and CAM were present, CAM waiting by the camera and John already rather self-consciously in costume, getting the last of some fake-looking bruises put on by make-up. CAM nodded at Jim, "Wash and enema, I do not need to check you this time... unless you would prefer." The script called for Jim to play a fairly clinical and demanding nurse, getting more and more sexual with the body in front of him before finally giving John a blowjob.
Jim had taken a later train to get here after class and he wasn't feeling very charitable today. So he just responded with, "I'll manage, thanks." Before heading in to the back rooms. When he came out again in costume he had centered himself and calmed down some, prepared to do whatever he had to today to make sure Magnussen got off his back. And he wasn't going to be as shitty to Watson as he had been to his other partners. "I'm Richard," Jim introduced himself after he had cleaned up.
Jim's costume was even slightly decent this time - the blue top somewhat see-through and the trousers distinctly clingy but at least he was covered in material, even if all of it would be removed by the end of the shot. John gave a rather tight smile and shook his hand, wearing nothing but army slacks and, for some reason, large boots. "John Wayland. Nice to meet you. I - um - assume you know what to expect? From the script?" He looked up as CAM approached, pleased to have an excuse not to do small talk.
"Yeah, I know the score. Sebastian seems to think you are decent." Jim couldn't really finish that sentence. He'd meant to say that he trusted John not to hurt him unless he had to. But that wasn't really a great way to start off the day, especially as John looked so uncomfortable. Jim just smiled and left it at that, seeing as Cam was headed over anyways.
"Well I suppose compared to some..." was all John murmured in response before CAM nodded at them both, pointing at the bed set up at the side of the bed. "The crew is just here to finish editing and sort the lights, we're just going to block through the script. I will direct, you will not be filmed. Filming is tomorrow. Wayland, on the bed, Richard, by the table. Run through and see how it goes."
Jim nodded and stepped over to the table. When he got a nod from Magnussen he picked up the small penlight from his "medical kit" and turned back to John who was now lying on the bed. "Looks like someone fucked you up good," Jim said clinically, as the script described. "Look at the light." Jim rubbed a hand over John's chest on the pretense of holding him still, practically groping the man as he flicked the light in John's eyes. "Your pupils are dilated." He rubbed his index finger across one of John's nipples. With his other hand he pressed a finger against one of the dark "bruises" on John's abdomen. "Tell me how that feels." God all of this was still awful and fake but Jim was determined to try this time, he wouldn't cause more trouble for any of the actors. Besides, he wasn't sure how long Magnussen's grace would last if he continued to fail.
Magnussen watched, expression unreadable, as John ran though the similarly clichéd dialogue, gasping and squirming under Jim's touch. As the dialogue got heavier, and faker, he raised a hand. John shut up instantly, mid-sentence, and Magnussen nodded, "Move up onto the bed. You should be straddling him by this point. Push out your backside. The camera will be here." He moved to stand in the position he'd indicated. "Keep the light on you. Continue." John started up again.
Jim grabbed a stethoscope out of the bag and crawled over Wayland on the bed, hovering over the man on his hands and knees. He grit his teeth and stuck out his ass a bit further, placing the stethoscope in his ears before moving the diaphragm around John's chest. "Your heart rate is accelerated." It wasn't. Jim got the impression that this man wasn't shaken by much.
John gave a small encouraging smile up at Jim above him, feeling sorry as he always did for the new boys, often forced into this by CAMs power and through very little choice of their own. Licking his lips he breathed faster, one hand sliding up Jim's leg, his eyes faintly apologetic. "N-no, I don't think it is ... maybe you'd better check a little longer."
"Alright," Jim murmured. He reached down and intentionally brushed his hand across John's crotch. "How about now?" He felt himself relax just a tiny bit. This was the first day on set that he hadn't actively been concerned for someone's safety and that went a long way. It was still horrible and left him feeling like ants were crawling over his skin anywhere he touched Wayland, but it was bearable.
John gave a little gasp, not overacting too much given this was just the block, but trying to work out the kind of reactions CAM would be happiest with. "Y-yes, that really does feel a bit better ... you must be a wonderful little nurse..."
CAM came over, walking slowly, still looking them over like a sculpture eyeing up a block of stone. Reaching forward he tugged open the first two buttons of Jim's uniform, then placed two fingers in the middle of his spine. "Arch ... the camera wants to see right down your arse."
A muscle jumped in Jim's jaw but he obeyed, taking a breath through his nose to calm his temper. He supposed it had been too much to hope that Magnussen would keep his fucking hands to himself today. Jim waited for more direction and went back to what he was doing with John when none was forth coming. His delivered his lines with a little more snark then he had previously, but tried to keep it in. He continued to touch John lightly. Jim was simulating the movements, not placing any pressure on John's crotch. He was still hoping that he wouldn't have to suck him off today as it was just a rehearsal but he wouldn't hold his breath.
Magnussen walked around them as they continued, scrutinising every movement, while John breathed nervously and tried to push himself up into Jim's hands, to make up for the fact that the kid seemed to be barely touching him. They continued until Magnussen held up a hand, his eyes pale and looking slightly disappointed. "Richard, Richard. You were so good yesterday, with Sebastian. You used him, belittled him, made him cum. Now?" He leaned forward towards Jim's face. "Hold this man down and suck him off. It isn't that difficult. Imagine there is a camera there." He nodded in the direction where he'd been previously standing. "And behind that camera imagine the audience that watches this. You are not a clever scholarship boy in this room. You are a grubby, dirty whore, who has been touched by all those men. Now. Suck him off."
Jim sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and bit down hard on the inside of his mouth, trying to hold back the vitriol that wanted to come pouring out. He felt his face heat and a hand twitched against John in an aborted movement. Still, he clenched his jaw tighter and tried to focus on getting through this rehearsal. Then he could go home and work on his paper that was due tonight. He'd pick up something decent to eat on the way home. He'd make himself some tea. He'd listen to Bach. Jim could push past his anger and focus on those things. Jim looked up at John, checking to make sure he was okay with this. Jim felt encouraged and fumbled with the buttons a moment before giving up and staring John down instead. "Get your trousers off." He directed.
John gave him a worried sort of look, reaching down and fumbling with his trousers, stopping as CAM gave a little shake of the head, still looking at Jim. "He is injured, Richard. He is injured, and confused and hurting. You have the power, you strip him and suck him. Now."
Jim bared his teeth, hunching his shoulders, and managed to get John's trousers down to his thighs after a bit of effort. John really wasn't hard and Jim paused for a moment, slightly confused about what to do.
John shot him a desperate apologetic look, he'd been trying but really, nothing about this scene - a coerced young man doing a fairly bad job of acting like a sexy nurse - did much to turn him on at all. Having been a soldier, he always found the soldier sketches difficult, Moran would laugh, and joke, and grope him around till he was at least half-hard and then the injection would tide him the rest of the way over. But pretending to be injured, with a young man who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, was leaving him completely unaroused. Magnussen gave a slightly annoyed sounding tut, reaching forward and pressing two fingers under Jim's chin. "Please don't tell me you can't make a man aroused. How did you manage with your dear boyfriend, hmm? Before he so tragically ... passed away." It was more than half a threat.
"Fuck you," the words were caught in his throat, strangling him. He wished they were more forceful, wished they were stronger but Magnussen had managed to unbalance him and that alone pissed Jim off entirely. Jim didn't jerk his face away from Magnussen's grip, he just stared him down defiantly. At this point John was completely forgotten.
Magnussen shook his head, his eyes still bland and unreadable. "You still don't understand." He said softly, while John shifted awkwardly underneath them, rather wishing his cock wasn't fully exposed, and wondering if now was a good time to ask for a bit of chemical help to get aroused. "I own you. Whatever I want, you do. And now I want you to stop being a little brat, and start sucking cock. So you will do that." Reaching forward he tapped the side of Jim's face, starting lightly with two fingers and increasing the pressure with each tap. "Do I need to break you in? Like I broke in the Tiger?"
"Fucking kill you…" he snarled viciously. Jim blinked and when he opened his eyes again he was standing upright and his hand struck Magnussen across the face. He watched his glasses skid across the floor and felt a slight disconnect from reality. This was a scene he'd played out so many times in his mind he couldn't be sure if it was real or not. His hand hurt enough, he didn't think he'd ever imagined that before.
John gave a small gulp, sitting quickly and doing his trousers up. He wasn't sure how CAM would react but he was damn sure he didn't want his cock out at the time, quickly he grabbed Jim's wrist, "Richard, calm down, it's alright, it's his first time, we'll - we'll practice all evening." he gabbled.
Magnussen said nothing, bent down to pick up his glasses, put them back on, his pale face reddened on one side when Jim had hit. "I don't think this is going to work as a scene." He said quietly, although the room was silent enough it sounded loud. "John, you will not be needed tomorrow. Richard - please turn up on time. You will not need a script." Ignoring both of them, he headed for his office.
Jim shook, his rage still fresh and now without and outlet. Jim picked up the med kit off the table and chucked the whole thing against a wall before storming off to the changing room. He started stripping quickly, frustrated when he couldn't get the buttons undone with shaking hands. "Fuck!"
John winced as the med kit hit the wall, hurrying after him and watching him with concern. "You, you really shouldn't have done that. Which I suppose you know..." he sighed, feeling at least partially responsible for failing to get aroused. "Look, I'm sorry. Really. It's - it's always tough to begin with. At least CAM's giving you another chance..." his voice petered out. He knew exactly what CAMs last chances for twinks were: Darren, unscripted. And given that Jim had hit him, CAM was likely to be more angry than ever, even if it didn't show. "Do, uh, do you want me to phone Sebastian?" It was the only person he could think of that Jim might be able to talk to.
"Stop fucking saying you're sorry, you didn't do anything. I shouldn't have let him get to me. I was /trying./" Jim felt all of thirteen again, in high school when bullies picked on him and he left them bleeding in the dirt. This reminded him of all those times he'd sat in front of a teacher or the principle and tried to explain while they looked on in judgment. "Didn't mean to fuck that up for you, sorry." He mumbled out. "No, don't. I fucked up I can handle it." Jim thought if he saw the disappointment in Sebastian's expression right now he'd explode. "What happens when he's through giving me chances?"
John gave a pained look, seeing the hurt and anger in Jim and hating CAM more than ever, despising himself along with it. He still couldn't bring himself to tell Jim the absolute truth though, so he settled for, "He usually finds some use for everyone. He might let you stay in another capacity - set dressing, or makeup..." it sounded fake even to him and he ended it with, "At least you've got another chance tomorrow, although it's likely to be a bit ... brutal."
Jim snorted as he pulled his trousers up. "Lovely." He couldn't think about tomorrow right now, he was starting to get control again but if he let that feeling of hopelessness take hold he might just do something worse than slapping Magnussen. Jim looked over at John and saw the conflict on his face. "'S not your fault, I mean it. I've been having problems since the beginning. You're fine." Jim remembered what Sebastian said about John needing to feel like he was better than Magnussen. "You were decent. Sebastian or Darren would have just knocked me over the head until I shut up."
John just about managed a small smile at that, "I don't know, Sebastian seems to have taken a shine to you." He grabbed his clothes quickly, not wanting to mention Darren or think about it too much. "Well ... good luck tomorrow. I won't be there I'm afraid ..." he also felt guilty that now he would have the whole weekend off, at the expense of Jim. Giving another quick smile, he nodded, "Right." and left. He sent a text to Sebastian once he was outside. then hurried home.
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Jim walked into the studio the next day mostly on time, projecting confidence even though he was feeling anything but. He didn't know what "unscripted" meant but figured it probably wasn't going to be him sitting on a bench and glaring at people. Jim smirked, remembering as he wove his way through people towards the changing rooms.
Darren was already in the room, and gave Jim a cheerful nod. Sebastian, standing next to him, looked nothing like as cheerful, his jaw clenching but managing what he hoped was a sympathetic smile. After receiving John's text he'd been tempted to just hide for the whole of Saturday, but of course Magnussen had asked him to come in, to block a scene with Paul, despite the fact that the little Czech whore could act backwards if he needed to. His scene was being blocked in a small room with a hanging bulb, while the warehouse set was out again for Jim and Darren.
Jim side eyed Darren suspiciously and was surprised to see Sebastian. "You alright? You look funny." Jim said waspishly. "What are you doing here?"
Sebastian scowled at him, the true answer, 'because Mags is a sadistic bastard' clearly wouldn't be a good idea with everyone around, instead he snapped "Got a scene to block, I hear you fucked up yesterday." Paul breezed out of the showers, wearing a small slip of muslin, and tapping Jim on the head as he passed, giving a smirk.
Magnussen came out of his office, giving a small tight smile as he saw Jim, "Richard. Wash, enema and change. You'll only be wearing underwear for the start of this scene."
He rolled his eyes and nodded, sparing a glare for the flirty boy who walked passed. Jim watched Magnussen leave and turned back to Sebastian. "I was fine till I lost my temper. He hit me and I hit back." Jim tilted his chin up challengingly, he wasn't in the mood to hear Sebastian lecture him when he had the full day ahead of him.
For a moment Sebastian struggled with a smile - the idea of Jim lashing out at CAM was a fun one and Sebastian would have paid a lot of money to see that. Then the reality sunk in and he raised his eyebrows, "Ohhhh man are you in trouble." He flickered a quick glance at Magnussen, wincing as he saw the man was looking right at them and then muttered, "Stretch, alright? When you clean out. Stretch as wide as you fucking can." Paul had arranged himself in a flirty pouty way on the bed and with a sigh Sebastian headed over.
Jim thought Sebastian might smile for a moment but he didn't and somehow that left Jim cold with disappointment. He scowled at the boy on the bed again before collecting his things and getting ready. He figured there was no harm in taking Sebastian's advice. When he was done he came out in his underwear like he was told and stood next to Darren patiently. Jim was determined to get through today, no matter how shitty it turned out to be.
Darren put an arm around Jim and gave him a squeeze, grinning over at Seb as he did so. "Alright Richard - hope you're looking forward to this as much as I am..."
Magnussen gave him an annoyed little look then turned to Jim. "You'll start the shot in the warehouse - on the floor, you've been knocked out. Come to as Darren enters. Do not leave the set. Camera roll just before Darren comes in. Unscripted." his pale empty eyes stared blandly at Jim's behind the glasses. "Maybe this time we can produce something that will sell."
Jim nodded and ducked out from under Darren's arm peevishly. He followed Darren's gaze over to Sebastian and gave him a look. He laid down on the ground and waited for the camera man to cue him. Then Jim made a show of coming around and sitting up, holding his head like he'd been injured. "Where am I?"
Sebastian was meant to be blocking with Paul - which given the simplicity of their script (Western man employed Czech hooker) was basically an excuse for a fuck, yet he could feel his stomach tighten as he heard Jim start to speak. He only had half a view into the warehouse set but flinched as Darren slammed the door open, coming straight over to Jim and hauling him upright by the throat. Paul tugged at him, peevishly, "Fuck is up with you, come on..."
Jim had promised himself that he would behave today, that he'd get through with minimal fuss. He'd take whatever was dished out at him with dignity and move on. Literally within ten seconds that whole plan fell to shit. He startled when the door slammed against the wall and turned to look at Darren but the next thing he knew he couldn't /breathe/ and he was kicking out at Darren because his feet couldn't touch the /ground/ and he tried to reach and scratch any part of Darren he could get ahold of while he wheezed desperately around the man's hands. His eyes rolled up in his head and his whole body thrashed trying to free himself.
Darren just laughed, giving him a shake and then flinging him on the floor, "Stupid little shit. That's what you get for fucking up my yard work." He gave Jim a kick, then tugged a roll of duct tape out of his hold-all, grabbing Jim's wrists and yanking them back. "Stay quiet now ... maybe then I might even spare your arse ... or maybe not!"
Jim just laid there and gulped in air while he could, he felt slightly dizzy with the need for it. He rolled with a grunt when he was kicked. This was more familiar. Unfortunately. Jim was rolled over on his stomach and he heard the sound of tape stretching off the roll. "No!" He kicked out at Darren's leg, hoping that if he landed a blow Darren might just go back to beating him. At least he'd still have his hands.
Darren swore as the leg kicked at him, slapping hard across Jim's face and then duct-taping his wrists together behind his back, "Dammit, and there was me thinking I might go easy on you..." Rolling Jim over, he yanked down his underwear to his knees, slapping hard at his ass and thighs while his other hand wrapped around Jim's neck, not squeezing but certainly threatening. "You can scream all you want out here you little bitch, but if it gets annoying I might have to gag you..."
He stared hard at the ground, desperately reaching for some semblance of control. Jim's nose was bleeding sluggishly from the slap, he'd been moving too much and Darren missed his cheek. If Jim lost his shit here the other man would duct tape his mouth and Jim could be in real trouble if he couldn't breathe through his nose. He tested the duct tape but there was very little give—unless he found a sharp object the bonds weren't coming off until someone decided to free him. Getting his ass slapped was humiliating and it hurt, but not as much as getting choked or kicked in the ribs had. He felt Darren's hand wrapped threateningly around his neck and Jim couldn't be arsed to fight back just now. Honestly there wasn't much point. This wasn't real. If Jim somehow freed himself where would he go? There were at least a dozen other people in the room who would stop him before he even made it to the door. Jim didn't think he'd be able to control all of his reactions and reflexes but he could at least try and make this as painless as possible for himself. As long as he was still breathing it would be okay.
"That's better." Darren said satisfied although there was a tinge of disappointment in his voice as well. Tugging Jim up he pressed him face first against the wall, his shoulder pressed in at an uncomfortable angle, "Aww… gone all quiet now? Don't worry, I'm sure you'll make a noise when I take that damage you did to my yard out of your arse..." Bending Jim over in front of the camera he quickly thrust two fingers inside him.
"Fuck!" Jim yelped and tried to twist away from Darren's hands. /God/ was the man fucking allergic to lube or something!? Jim giggled at his own joke and smacked his own forehead against the wall a couple times to clear his head. He still couldn't wipe the smile off his face though, even if it was a bit fatalistic.
Darren paused a little as Jim giggled, clearly not expecting it, and then laughed in return, running his hands up and down Jim's body, pinching and groping, "Ha - knew you were a little slut, hmm? And you're nice and open already..." His fingers dived back down, pushing in hard again while he muttered, "Fucking Seb..." under his breath, having a good idea who might have warned Jim to stretch first. Magnussen may or may not have heard it, but he turned briefly to look as Sebastian half-heartedly groped Paul around and gave him a small smile as Jim yelped.
"Awww, you don't like it when they don't hurt Darren? You can't get it up when they don't cry? Fucking pathetic," He spat out, slamming back against Darren ineffectually and trying to break his hold.
"As pathetic as being stripped and fucked in a warehouse?" Darren growled, biting hard on his ear and kicking his legs apart, the two fingers still twisting and stretching hard in Jim's arse. "I can make this a hell of a lot worse for you kid ... you should see what else I've got in the bag..." He sighed as CAM gave them a frown, Jim was being hidden from camera view, and flung him back down on the floor, heading over to the bag and pulling out a ribbed dildo. "Let's see if I can fit this in you ... and if you're kind enough to give me a blow-job afterwards."
Jim groaned a bit as he landed on the floor. His arms were behind his back and he hadn't been able to catch his fall. Jim had barely managed to keep from biting through his lower lip. He sneered from the floor and smiled toothily, "Don't fucking tempt me Darren. I dare you to put your cock anywhere near my mouth. See how quickly you lose it." Jim was bluffing, oh—he'd be tempted to bite the fuckers cock off, sure. But he wasn't feeling that fatalistic over a blow job.
"Attitude like that you'll be lucky to have any teeth left by the time I'm finished with you." Darren snarled back, coming over with a wrench. For a moment he made as if to smack Jim with it, just to watch his expression, but finally grinned and settled for duct-taping it between his ankles, restricting his movement and keeping his legs humiliatingly apart. Grabbing Jim's hips, he wrenched his ass up, slapping him a few times with the dildo before rubbing the head on his ass. "Beg me to shove it in your mouth first ... or you'll get it dry..." Over on the bed Sebastian gave a frustrated snarl, yanking at Paul's hair while the Czech gave a little squeal of delight, feeling hopeless.
Jim wiggled his ass, "Oh please Darren. Please put the dildo in me. It's no replacement for your dick but seeing as you can't get that up without someone to cry for you, I guess I'll have to settle." Jim snarled, laughing out loud at Darren and his fucking stupidity. Jim rolled his weight forward and braced one of his shoulders against the floor before bucking and kicking his feet out with the wrench, catching the metal across Darren's body.
Darren fell with a cry of pain (Sebastian gave a hissed 'yesssss' from the bed) but was soon up again backhanding Jim hard around the face, "You stupid little /slut/." Forgetting that he was on a set, that he was even in a shoot, Darren stamped hard on Jim's shoulder, grinding it against the floor.
Jim didn't feel anything until he heard his shoulder /pop/ and then he screamed. /Fucking fuck fuck that hurt./ He sucked at the air, desperately, his eyes going wide. He kicked out again with the wrench but missed this time. God he just wanted it to /stop/ he'd do anything to stop Darren standing on his injured shoulder. He didn't scream again but he couldn't stop all of the noises he made, a continuous pained growl emanated from his chest as he tried to wiggle away from under Darren's foot.
Magnussen frowned at the noise Jim made. Darren raised his foot to kick out at him again when he was felled by a naked Seb tackling him from the side. Ignoring the two men scrapping in the corner of the set Magnussen stepped forward, pressing against Jim's injured shoulder and making an annoyed little noise. "Stop filming, call Dr. Watson. Get the tape off him. Richard stop screaming."
Jim literally swallowed against the noise trying to escape his body, it just came out as a strangled moan. If only people would stop /stepping on his fucked up shoulder/ maybe he could be quiet for five fucking seconds. "Sebastian," he gasped out, "leave it."
Sebastian neither heard nor cared, continuing to hit Darren, who continued to hit him back. Two of the set men dragged Jim out of the way and onto the bed, recently vacated by Paul, who was standing up with a towel wrapped low around his hips looking annoyed. CAM nodded at the camera man, who brought out the hose from the bathroom and turned it on full stream until both Seb and Darren were in a wet soggy mess against the boards of the set. One of the camera men peeled the duct-tape off Jim's ankles and then looked a bit helplessly at his wrists, not wanting to move them until the doctor arrived.
Jim hissed out a breath and tried to get a look at his shoulder which wasn't easy as he was lying on his stomach. What he could see was swelling rapidly and already bruising. Jim swore he'd kill Darren. Stupid fucker. The good (bad?) news was that his shoulder had mostly stopped hurting, the area was numb except for a faint tingling down his neck through his arm. The muscles spasmed and his whole body shook with the pain that caused. /Fuck/ but this hurt and he was angry his hands hadn't been untied, even if he understood why.
Both Seb and Darren were ordered straight into Magnussen's office, before the man came over to Jim, pressing two finger lightly along various parts of his shoulder and looking displeased. "Once Weyland has sorted you out, come into my office. No more filming this weekend, but we need to ... discuss your future." After that he headed back into his office. Ten minutes later Sebastian stormed out, not looking at anyone, and went into the showers. John arrived a few minutes after, panting a little as he'd run from the car-park, heading straight over to Jim.
Jim dredged up a broken smile for John, pleased to see someone at his bedside who wasn't on his list to be eventually murdered. "What are you doing here? Are you here to rescue me?"
John's eyes flickered away from his face, "No ... I'm here to patch you up so that you can come back to this nightmare all over again next week. That's what I do now." Carefully he cut away the duct tape around Jim's wrists. "This might hurt. This will hurt. I've got to reset your shoulder. Then I'll just put it in a sling until it heals up." Taking a breath he grabbed at Jim's shoulder and without any warning set it back into place.
Jim yelled out in surprise and pain but it tapered into a laugh, he thought the endorphins might be kicking in in response to the pain. "Fucking believe this? I lose my temper and Darren gets to rape me. Darren loses his temper and he fucking gets to disable me. No biggie." Jim thought he might be a little fucked up right now but he was still high on the realization that he'd gone another week without getting fucked. He had the best luck! Jim winced when John tugged his arm into a sling… maybe not the /best/ luck.
John looked at him with sad eyes, trying to resist the urge, once again, to just shoot Magnussen straight through the forehead. It would send him to jail, true, but every day he was given more and more reasons why it would be worth it. "I'll, uh, just go check Seb's alright..." he managed, wincing at a roar and a crash from the bathroom. "You should... you should go and see CAM..." Darren walked out of Cam's office, scowling and wiping his lips, shouldering roughly past Jim and into the showers.
Jim hissed as Darren practically plowed into him, narrowly avoiding the sling. He hoped that John would be able to keep those two civil, they'd beaten on each other enough in the last few minutes—the idiots. Jim was losing the high fast and in its place the pain came and grew. Darren hadn't ever punched him but even a slap was hard enough to bruise his face. And he'd kicked him in the ribs a few times. Jim's throat felt like /shit/ and it still hurt to breathe. He hoped that wrench gave Darren bruises where it would /hurt./ Jim opened the door to the office and stepped inside. Before he'd been mildly curious about its interior but now he couldn't bring himself to care. It took everything he had to just stay on his feet.
Magnussen was sitting on the other side of the desk but rose as he saw Jim, quickly coming over and steadying him. "My little Richard Brook..." his hands played with Jim's hair as he lead him over to a chair, sitting him down and crouching opposite to face him. "You make a very beautiful porn actor, but you don't make a very good one. And now Darren has broken your body." He poked at Jim's shoulder. "I know you're probably worried right now, worried that your secret will be out, that you've failed me and broken our contract." Abruptly standing he walked around the desk again, opening the drawer and looking inside it. "Did John give you anything for the pain?"
"You haven't exactly set me up to succeed though, have you? Sure, I've fucked around but playing games with my head and fucking with me doesn't exactly inspire me to behave. If you're mad about today you should have given me a script." Jim smiled up tiredly, "Know that it's supposed to be a punishment but you can hardly fault me for pissing around when it's little more than an excuse to torture me." He didn't sound nearly as smart as he felt, what with his nose swollen and congested with blood. "No, he didn't. Was he supposed to?" Jim was going to be kind of pissed off if John had been holding out on him.
"Today was not your fault. It was Darren's." Magnussen said coldly, tugging a small pot out of the drawer and pushing it across the table. "Take some. It'll help. And you are right. I've been trying ... various ways to produce something with you that will sell. So now tell me - what do you want? You will cooperate now, but I still need some way of getting sex out of you. Do you want Sebastian? Script? No script? Tell me."
Jim tried to shrug and winced, digging a few of the pills out of the pot. He wasn't sure how much they were or really /what/ they were. Paracetamol? But they didn't look like anything he'd seen before. Jim thought /fuck it/ and took four, swallowed them dry. "Don't put me in these scenes again. I'm not a masochist, I don't like it, and I'll keep fighting it. I won't mean to but it's instinctual. I'll work with Sebastian, John… I haven't really met anyone else. Maybe that Czech kid. Keep Darren the fuck away from me, I mean it. Shit… what was I saying?" Jim felt dizzy and thought the pills might be kicking in. "Right… no script. Fuck, those things are /awful./ Honestly maybe something less ridiculous? Roommate sex. That happens all the fucking time, I /know/ I live in a- a dorm. Thin walls. Um. Secret tryst, fuck if I know!" Jim collapsed back in his chair. "Just maybe not something unbelievable. Oh /god/ and get Wayland out of that fucking uniform, he obviously hates it…" Jim was floating and it was impossible to keep a smile off his face. "Do you not see how awkward he looks? Put him somewhere else, don't care how good he looks in that. If you want good stuff you have to put people where they are comfortable!"
Magnussen stared at him for a while, then gave a small tight smile. "Very well. I think a few pretty twinks as room-mates should be manageable. Watson will do as I tell him, there's a large market for the military kink - or would you prefer I partnered Sebastian with Darren while he's in uniform?" As far as CAM was concerned if he couldn't batter Jim down in the short-term he could play the long game - turn the scowling bright young scholar into a desperate junkie, narrow down his choices one by one until he'd be begging for Darren, just to keep CAM happy. For now though, just getting him hooked and making some money from him would work, let Jim get used to the porn before sliding him into more degrading territory, and use this time to find out more weaknesses to exploit.
"Darren's like a pit bull in a ring, he takes it out on everyone else but it's really you he hates." Jim smiled prettily, "Can I go home now? I have to- um… write a paper or—fuck. Something."
"Of course." Magnussen came over, helping him up and handing him the little pot. "Don't take any more today, but you might need some tomorrow." Gently he patted Jim on the behind. "Next week, no script. You, and Paul, in a bed. Get flirty and sexy or we might have to discuss our arrangement." He paused and then patted Jim's bottom again. "Please go and check on Sebastian before you head off, before he destroys my showers completely, the poor boy owes enough without me charging him even more."
Jim nodded happily and took the jar, pleased that he'd been given more without having to ask. He managed his way to the showers and stopped short at what he saw there. "Holy shite." For the first time he noticed his accent was coming in heavily and he scowled a little, peeved that his control wasn't better.
Sebastian was still in the showers, braced against the tiles with his head dropped, swearing in a gasping voice as, behind him, Darren fucked hard into his ass. Darren turned as he saw Jim, giving him a little smirk and yanking at Sebastian's hair, "Look whose come to play - the little prick who left me all horny..." Sebastian gave a drunk-sounding groan and Darren winked at Jim, "Nah, you're all good. Piss off though kid, you can't handle it, so let the big boys play, alright?"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jim went very cold and still, watching Darren carefully. He sneered, "I was right about you. You're just a little bitch. You were given free reign, had me tied up even, and you /still/ couldn't fuck me. Now you're trying to compensate? It doesn't work like that you fuck." Jim laughed, "That's why /you/ were the one sucking cock in Mag's office, because he knows that's all you are actually good for. Although, with what few brain cells you have I wouldn't expect you to understand that much."
Darren stared at him, his face twisting, clearly fighting against the anger, and hissing as Sebastian reached around to grab his arse, digging his nails in, "Oh fuck you. You may be the favourite now, but you wait until he throws you onto the fucking rubbish heap like the rest of us." Snarling, he pounded Seb harder, as the man scrabbled against wet tiles under the spray, his fringe covering his face and refusing to look up. "I'll get hold of you one day, and I'll fuck you into A&E. But for now I'm happy to do the damage to Sebby seeing as you seem to have a /thing/ about him."
Jim rolled his eyes and put his good hand on his hip. "Right. Because I think he is worth more than being your dick cosy. Sebastian?" He snapped out, slightly irritated even through the high. His accent was even stronger now, fucks sake!
Sebastian groaned again, pressing his forehead against the tiles. When his words did come they were growled, "Just fuck off kid..."
Darren laughed, sounding slightly triumphant, and gave Seb a hard slap on the arse, "You're wrong, Brook. He's worth nothing more than being a dick cosy for anyone who pays. Maybe he could have been, a while ago, but he's CAM's little bitch now, and you will be too. Now." He gave Sebastian another slap, watching the muscles on his back tense and shudder. "Piss off and if you're good Sebby might even send you a text later to apologise for not diving in to 'save' you sooner."
Jim completely ignored Darren and kept his eyes on Sebastian. "Moran! Fucking look at me when I'm speaking to you." Jim's mood swings felt a bit out of control right now and he was pretty sure he was about five minutes away from violence.
Sebastian's head snapped up, looking at Jim almost in shock, blinking and biting his lip, stifling the next groan as Darren thrust into him hard. He gave a little growl, but it wasn't at Jim this time, straightening up a bit and pushing himself back from the wall, palms of his hands on the tiles, looking at Jim in a mixture of shame, irritation and a sort of sullen-ness. "Alright, what the /fuck/ is it?" He muttered, scowling as Darren angrily left another handprint on his arse.
"I want you to take me home." Jim bit it out as succinctly as possible but he thought he might have slurred a bit towards the end.
"What, /now/?" Sebastian snapped, a flicker of worry passing over his face as he noticed how Jim was swaying, and then swore as Darren smacked him hard on the back of the head.
Darren then turned to snarl at Jim, "Wait outside kid, you can have him when I've finished fucking him. If he can still walk."
"You know, this might surprise you Darren but I actually don't give a flying fuck if you finish or not." Jim looked back at Sebastian. "Are /you/ done? With whatever this is? Have you gotten what you need yet because I can wait." Jim leaned back against the wall to look composed. It also had the added effect of helping him balance and not falling on his face.
Sebastian flushed, looking even more sullen and then, as Darren landed another hard slap on the muscles of his arse muttered a 'fuck it' and pushed himself away from the wall, grabbing his hoodie he tugged it on while Darren gaped at him and then grabbed Jim's shoulder and steered him out of the bathroom. From inside, he could here Darren swearing and threatening but he wasn't bothered, pulling his jeans on over his hard on and taking a big gulp of the cold night air. "Right you annoying little fucker. Where do you live?"
"No, moron," Jim tried to hold back a smile. "You're taking me to yours."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, then shrugged, leading Jim over to a battered old jeep in the carpark. "Alright then, hop in." After all that had happened today he didn't particularly give a fuck anymore. "I warn you though, my place would be a tip even if it was clean. It's not clean." He turned over the engine, tugging the seat-belt across his lap and for the first time in a very long while feeling actively ashamed of what he'd become. "Sorry you had to see that."
Jim leaned his head back against the car seat for a moment, letting his eyes falls shut. "I've lived in worse, I promise." Jim looked over and assessed Sebastian's expression with curiosity. "You shouldn't let him fuck you. Not outside of scenes. You don't owe that to him and he doesn't respect you."
Sebastian shrugged, heading down across the river, watching the road ahead and not looking at Jim, "Yeah but I've not got any pressing reason not to have I? And today - fuck if he hadn't half broken your shoulder I would have just sat there. Sat there and listened while he..." He made a face, reaching down and turning on radio 1 to make it slightly less awkward. "Felt I deserved something after that. It's like drinking, you know? You feel so shite you need something and pain is as good as anything else."
Jim didn't think 'self-respect' would be accepted as a good reason not to have sex with shitty people. After all, it had never worked out like that for Jim. "Dislocated, it wasn't broken." Jim says instead. "John said I'll be ready to scene next week. Besides, I had it covered, obviously." He looked over at Sebastian, confused and still pretty high. "Why do you think it's your fault? You weren't even there yesterday. You warned me, I couldn't listen." He leaned back again in his chair, "It's not your job to protect me, not when you're in the same shit position I am."
"I know it's not my job but ... shit." Sebastian sighed, not sure how to explain without making himself seem even more pathetic. "Just seems a bit shit, that I would've listened to Darren assault you, hear you get fucked dry by that bastard, maybe even done it myself if Mags had ordered me..." He shuddered a little at that thought, "Wouldn't be the first time. You're not the first smart little twink to come through. I dunno why he hasn't broken you already, maybe with something as smart as you he's got something else planned." he sighed then paused for a minute before trying to explain it. "Look - when Darren fucks me off-set that's my time. Not CAMs time. I'm taking that away from him. It's not much, not exactly civil disobedience. But it's something."
"Don't fuck Darren anymore." Was all Jim had to say about that. He smiled lightly and leaned his head back against the window, enjoying the floating sensation. "I wasn't just being petulant, I really needed somewhere to stay. I have to take the tube to get here, then it's a forty-five minute train ride and it's about a mile walk from the station back to the college. It wouldn't have happened. I can help with whatever to make it up to you." Jim liked playing at entitlement but there was still the deeply engrained adage that nothing in this world is free. He didn't accept charity. Didn't expect Sebastian would give it to him.
Sebastian gave a little irritated growl, "First you pull me away with a hard-on, then you forbid me from fucking him, who bloody well died and made you King?" Still, he had a feeling, irritating and deep-rooted though it was, that taking orders from Jim gave him a bit of a thrill. He /missed/ orders. It had been clear at boarding school, clear in the army, and then they'd chucked him out and everything had been confusing, and vague and random. Like Mags with his watery eyes and glasses and threats that were half-suggestions. "You're not going on the tube in your state, whatever Wayland gave you has sent you fucking flying. Don't say I didn't warn you though."
"Don't care who you fuck, just don't fuck Darren." Jim wasn't sure that was entirely true but he wasn't willing to examine that too closely. "I don't have to go anywhere as long as I can stay at yours, so it's a moot point." Jim pouted, "m…'M not flying. Fuck you. You're a flying fuck." Jim laughed a little. "Don't care if I'm high so long as it doesn't hurt."
"You are high..." Sebastian sighed, driving up to a tower block and parking on the curb outside it.
