Warning: In case you didn't read the previous part, there's lots of smut in this fic. Bondage, dom/sub dynamics, genitalia swapping, hentai logic, (big dicks and lots of cum) monster-fucking, minor forms of mind breaking and more are contained within this part. If none of this is for you, then it might be best to go check out some of my more vanilla stories.


By the time the creature was done with him, his body was covered in sweat, the smell of sex thick in the air. His legs were trembling, while his chest rose and fell with the heavy breaths which escaped his lips as he rested his head upon the creature's broad chest, a glistening line of drool rolling down his chin. For a moment, they made no attempt to part, content to remain in the afterglow for just a little longer. But eventually, with a low groan, the creature slowly pulled out; semen spilling from Hyde's thoroughly fucked holes, a long and delirious sigh leaving him, though at that point, all he could do was clench around nothing; desperately desiring to be filled again.

"That was good. Very good." The creature praised as one of his big hands gently ruffled Hyde's messy hair. "Did you enjoy that, small one?"

Hearing the creature's deep and loving voice, Hyde slowly lifted his head up, and with a small smile, he nodded. At least his mind was still in one, extremely aroused, piece.

Pleased by this, and with a smirk upon his stitched up face, the creature pressed his lips against his; kissing him softly. But, as he did so, he slipped his hands down to Hyde's arse, caressing his cheeks, skin tingling and pleasure spreading beneath his touch as a soft yet muffled moan filled Hyde's throat. It was so simple, yet it felt so good, to lay there skin to skin with a fellow entity of mad science. The creature's touch merely increased his lust.

Suddenly, as the creature's tongue slid between his lips, so too did his fingers slip between his cheeks; grazing over the slick stained space between and briefly brushing against the soft folds of his pussy. A visible shudder overtook Hyde's body, before he eagerly parted his legs. In that moment, he could feel hundreds of eyes upon him; each intent upon consuming every morsel of his naked body. But, though his mind was filled with desire, he could tell where they were looking. And that was when an idea popped into Hyde's head.

"Can I suck you off...while you play with my cunt?" He breathed out after their lips had parted, a mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.

The creature blinked, eyes wide. Had he not expected him to want more? Hyde stared back, and then chuckled. For such a towering threat, his surprised expression was oddly...cute.

Eventually, he agreed, before effortlessly lifting Hyde up. He was then turned around, and placed back down; their nether regions exposed to one another's advances. Hyde laid there, gazing longingly at the creature's duel shafts, knowing that the nightmares were watching on in silent anticipation. Both cocks were standing to attention; throbbing and twitching, yet before he was about to touch them, he felt the creature's large hands upon his arse: grasping his cheeks and then pulling them apart. A delightful shiver immediately ran up his spine as his pussy was ravished, a long moan spilling forth from his lips as that cold, skillful tongue lapped along his folds and at his clit; a wet heat seemingly invigorating his lust, for as quickly as he could, he worked his mouth around one of his bulbous heads. His moans, groans, and gagging, were all left indistinguishable from one another as he licked it clean of the mess which they had both made.

In mere seconds, the lustful fog had returned.

'It tastes so good~ Fuck, his cum and my juices have mixed, I can't stop~' He thought as he took more of the creature's cock, eyes rolling back as it slid in and out of his warm throat.

Then, suddenly, the creature's tongue dove deep into his cunt, a loud yet muffled squeak leaving him. His muscles tightened, lower half shuddering as his fingers dug deep into his hips. The wet appendage teased his nerves, coaxing moan after moan from his busy mouth, and so instinctively, he pushed back, hands stroking his arse as the creature's deep voice penetrated his mind; praising him, encouraging the lewd bobbing of his head, and the dancing of his serpent tongue. Thus, he happily continued; swapping between both cocks with ease while his hands worked the shafts.

The mutual indulgence in their desires continued, pleasure flowing through both their forms, until desperate, erratic movements overtook all else. And soon enough, Hyde felt the creature's large hips rising up towards him; passionately fucking up into his throat; muffling the loud sounds which he refused to hold back. They echoed around him, while he rested his hands flat upon the floor; leaving him completely vulnerable to his needs.

'Come on~ Pump your seed into me~ Please~'

As the thought rushed across his mind, Hyde reached back, grasped his arse, then pulled his cheeks apart. More, all he needed was more, and he'd fall apart. But, then he felt one of the creature's hands upon one of his, keeping it in place as his wet tongue left him, ripping a sad whine from Hyde as he popped off of his cock; gasping for air as he lifted himself up ever so slightly with his untouched hand.

"Please...I want you...to touch me. I want to go over...with you." He begged, though he made no attempt to look at him. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks at his own words, but he didn't care.

Graciously, the creature obliged, and so as Hyde tried to push back into his face, two fingers suddenly penetrated his aching pussy: pushing past his soft folds and brushing past his sensitive walls. Hyde's lips parted, a long and delighted moan filling his ears, before he took the creature's prick back into his mouth; surrounding it with his wet warmth.

The creature's breathing grew heavy, deep grunts vibrating from within his chest as he pumped his cock up and into Hyde's waiting mouth, thrusting desperately, his movements faltering here and there as he chased after his release. And soon, Hyde felt his jaw grow sore from the force, tears trailing down his cheeks as pain and pleasure mounted. Of course, it didn't stop him, for such rough play simply aroused him further, his moans and cries growing louder; muffled pleas for more echoing around him.

"Yes, take it, take my seed~ Come on, come on~" The creature grunted out, before with a long groan, his muscles stiffened, and he finally blew his load.

Instinctively, Hyde's fingers dug into the creature's leg, holding on for dear life as an explosion of seed finally filled his mouth, its taste and smell overtaking his senses. It was heaven upon his tongue, made all the more gratifying by the fact that- as it gifted to him each shot of cum - his cock throbbed, pulsating between his lips as he did his best to swallow it all down. However, from the tingling heat still resonating between his thighs, Hyde knew that he was next.

All of a sudden, despite such a powerful ejaculation, Hyde felt the creature's mouth upon his cunt, a muffled gasp torn from his throat. He sucked at his throbbing clit, lapped at his glistening folds, teased the rim of his hole, like a man showing devotion to a greater being. And alongside the powerful thrusts of his fingers, it wasn't long before Hyde's body reacted: legs trembling, a warm shudder creeping along his spine, electricity pulsing through his stomach. Then, just as he pulled up, his gasps for air immediately devolved into cries of ecstasy; pleading for the creature to continue, to not let that wondrous flame die as his flustered features were contorted by pleasure. Finally, his nether regions tightened, and with a loud cry, his juices were splattered across the creature's chest, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Yes, yes, I'm cumming~! I'm cumming~!" He proclaimed, delirious with joy, while he intertwined his fingers with the creature's own. Lovingly, he did the same, holding the hand which he'd previously captured.

A few more thrusts of his fingers extended his orgasm, in which the creature happily watched Hyde writhe and squirt, wrapped up in lustful bliss. But, eventually, his release drew to an end, and Hyde returned to himself, a single soft sigh escaping him, before he instantly collapsed; sprawled out across the creature's larger form. He said nothing, choosing instead to simply lay as he caught his breath; a satisfied smile upon his messy face.

'Now I see...why the ladies...love this.'

He could feel his clit pulsating, throbbing to the beat of his heart, while small tremors gently vibrated across his body. It was odd, though not unwelcome, especially as he heard the nightmares roaring and hollering, pleased by their little show. It was, as only Hyde would think it, nice.

Soon though, the creature caught his breath, and then picked up Hyde, lifting him before resting him down upon the cold floor beside him. The icy chill against his warm skin made Hyde sigh, relieved, and so he spread himself out. As he did so, he watched the creature stand, turn, and then stare down at him.

Now, as his mind cleared, Hyde locked eyes with the creature, and his expression became one of confusion. His features were alight with affection, like an artist admiring their work, while those yellow eyes, which had once scared Jekyll, were gazing fondly down at him. Through the light of the entrance, he could see the lack of white in the creature's eyes, saw how lifeless they were without their eerie glow. But there was a warmth to them, especially as they flickered from one part of him to the next.

First, he moved up his sprawled out legs; sneaking a glance between his soft thighs, before trailing up his stomach, watching it rise and fall in time with the drumming of his heart. Hyde bit his lip, as if imagining his big hands caressing over his body, stroking up towards his chest. Then, as he caught sight of Hyde's hard, rose tipped nipples, he paused; licking his lips. Hyde felt blood rush across his cheeks; burning pink, made worse as, after a few seconds, the creature finally took in his face: the mess staining his lips, the blush dusting over his features, and his messy straw-like hair which now clung to his forehead. To him, it was the purest picture of a man utterly ravished by pleasure.

'Why is he looking at me like that?` Hyde wondered. Then, a moment of silence passed within his mind, before he hastily sat up, and let out an annoyed groan. 'Why am I blushing?!'

Caught up in his own thoughts, Hyde failed to notice the lack of fading footsteps, and so as the creature suddenly knelt down with a loud thud, Hyde visibly jumped, eyes wide with shock. Why was he still there? Did he desire another round? The words were upon the tip of his tongue, yet as the surprise faded, he quickly noticed the apologetic expression which the creature's features had contorted into.

"Apologies. I didn't mean to frighten you." He said, a softness to his deep voice.

"You...You don't need to apologise." Hyde retorted, his focus clearly fixated on what had come before it. The creature smiled, and then slowly, he leaned forward.

"You don't mind kisses?"

"Never been opposed to them. But...why are you still here...with me?"

The creature blinked, perplexed. Then, as gently as a being his size could, he pressed a kiss against both his cheeks.

Instantly, Hyde froze, letting those cold lips touch his flushed skin. Why was he being so affectionate? His mind raced, searching for an answer, while his heart fluttered from the touch, heat spreading down his neck. But then, as another kiss was planted upon his forehead, it hit him. The creature liked him! Not just in a lustful way, but in a something more sort of way!

As the creature pulled back, he could see the realisation painted across Hyde's face. But, a split second later, it changed, and Hyde shot him with a suspicious gaze. Once again, the creature was confused by the shorter being's reactions. Hyde sighed.

"You could at least tell me your name if you're going to be so...so..."

Hyde thought for the right word, but nothing came to him. Thus, he simply let out a huff, looking off to his left.

"Adam. That is my name."

A second skipped by. Then, the words clicked.

'Of course, how did I forget?!' Hyde thought, kicking himself. Worse yet, a second later, the words he forgot filled his mind. '"I ought to be thy Adam".'

He looked at Adam, visibly embarrassed by his forgetfulness. But he didn't seem to mind, and instead, he cupped his face with his big hands; unphased by the mess he had made of it. Luckily for him, it didn't take long for Hyde's features to soften, and for him to reach up; returning the gesture, a smirk upon his lips.

"Hyde. Edward Hyde." He whispered, a flirty tone to his words. At that, the creature nodded, before the both of them leaned close, and a kiss ensued.

Their lips caressed against each other, a gentle chill brushing against Hyde's skin, while his own warmth brought some life back to Adam's lips. Both smelled of sex, the only reminder to their minds that they'd just been shagging like rabbits in heat, an aroused sigh leaving Hyde. He then slipped his fingers into Adam's black locks, holding him close as he felt cold hands move to the back of his head, cradling it as their kiss deepened: lips parting, tongues reaching out, before they slowly danced.

The softness of it all made every muscle in Hyde's body relax. Now, he simply focused on Adam, pulling him closer, feeling his skin against his as his arms were now wrapped around his neck, his smell and taste warming his heart and quieting his mind. Then the need for air took hold, and he had to pull back, panting softly.

"I won't forget you, Edward Hyde." The creature whispered to him, that fond expression returning as he spoke.

Though Hyde's first response was to smirk, a knowing glint in his eyes, his cheeks immediately darkened. Not even his usual bravado could hide that he was touched by Adam's words. Whether he noticed or not, Hyde couldn't tell, and so he simply sat there, unable to stop the creature as he stood up, turned, and then slowly walked away from him, returning to the other nightmares who silently stared; waiting for the show to continue.

At this, Lanyon continued forward, his ghostly accomplices following closely behind; illuminating his smug expression. Now, Hyde could see a sadistic smirk upon his lips, and for a brief moment, he wondered why it was there. Had he secretly watched the debauchery unfold, hands possibly drifting downwards? The thought amused him, and so he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"What are you snickering about?" Lanyon questioned as he stopped, glaring daggers at the other man.

"Oh, simply the possibility that...what did you call yourself again? 'The perfect gentleman'?" He retorted, a low chuckle coming from deep within his throat.

As expected, Lanyon's eyes narrowed at him, unamused by his snarky silver tongue. Then, with a pompous huff, he began to quietly circle around Hyde, sizing him up like a predator stalking its unsuspecting prey. Hyde could almost feel the dominant aura that now radiated from him, a warm shudder rushing up his body. For a moment, he was happy to be the centre of Lanyon's attention again, especially without a blade to his throat. Of course, he didn't let Lanyon know that, and instead, he smirked, a playful glint in his eyes as he continued to taunt.

"Really, it's quite ironic, you peeping at us, watching the lowest of the low shagging~ I'd almost suspect that you were interested, but simply too much of a coward to come closer. Oh, but I bet you couldn't tear your eyes away from it all, and you certainly couldn't take your hands off of your...your..."

All of a sudden, his eyes were locked upon Lanyon's chest, the strong smell of perfume swaying through the air. It was earthy, like wet soil, yet also sweet, a spicy edge to the odour. He could feel it infiltrating his nose, dulling his senses as he looked up at Lanyon. His lips moved, yet no words left him, and so he stood in the other man's shadow; faces mere metres away from each other. In that moment, it was all he could focus on.

Chubby cheeks made noticeable by a coy grin. Freckles dotted across his features like mini constellations. Piercing eyes, darker than the real deal, which now seemed to see entirely through him.

His fingers itched to reach up, to pull Lanyon closer, to feel their bodies flushed-

Quickly, Hyde shook his head and stepped back; shoving the thoughts aside. What had all that been about?! Jekyll might have been pulled in by the big nosed bastard, but he most certainly wouldn't be fooled by his posh charms. Thus, he stood at his full height, bared his teeth, and then glared up at him; a vicious spark in his eyes. It seemed like, at any moment, he would happily tear Lanyon apart. And yet...

"For fuck's sake, stop standing around and do something already! I've got better things to do than let you gawk, so either be useful, or get out of my way!" He snapped, practically seething as his fists grew tight at his sides.

"Well, I can't possibly let you take them away with you, so it appears that the former will have to suffice." Lanyon retorted, his deep, authoritative voice penetrating Hyde, trying to worm its way into his head. Then, as he continued, he drew closer, forcing Hyde back. "And trust me, when I'm finished with you, you won't even remember why you dared to come down here~"

At this, Hyde paused, a single step away from the wall as those words clicked in his mind, Lanyon's voice raising the hairs on the back of his neck as realisation hit him. Then, seconds later, his features contorted, tightened, before his head was thrown back, and loud hysterical laughter left his lips. Was he serious? Did he really think he would tame him, him of all people?! The thought made him double over, tears coming to his eyes as his scornful cackling echoed through the room. But, eventually, Hyde managed to calm down, before finally responding.

"Be my guest!" He proclaimed, slightly out of breath. "You're about as skilled at shagging as a fish is at-!"

Suddenly, he was slammed against the wall; knocking the words off his tongue as fingers dug into his hips. He groaned in pain, heat rushing over his back as he tried to focus. But, as he did so, he found that he was now eye to eye with Lanyon. How was that possible? Confused, he quickly looked down, and then immediately after, glared at what he saw. It seemed his legs had, almost instinctively, wrapped themselves around Lanyon's waist when he'd been lifted up. Luckily, his arms had not yet betrayed him. But, that didn't stop a familiar warmth from blooming within his cheeks, which only worsened as a low and amused chuckle reached his ears. Lifting his head up, he glared at Lanyon; daring him to say anything. He didn't, instead responding with a smug smirk, before he suddenly pressed his body flush against Hyde; pinning the shorter man between himself and the wall. He felt warm, like a raging fire, while Lanyon's intoxicating perfume once again permeated his senses.

'Where did all this come from? It's so...wonderful~' He thought, biting his lip as perverse thoughts filled his mind.

"Well~? Do you want me to put you in your place~?" Lanyon asked, breaths caressing against Hyde's face.

"Please do~" Hyde moaned, voice barely above a whisper. Then, his lips were captured in a rough and messy kiss.

Neither held back, their mouths quickly beginning to clash in a mix of tongues, teeth and spit, while hands groped and grabbed at hair and clothes, wishing to touch the skin underneath. They fought vigorously, even as their lips were bruised from bites and clashes, many of which Hyde had eagerly dealt out, his devilish tongue stealing muffled moans from his opponent. However, Lanyon had one simple trick hidden up his sleeves. His little helpers.

Once again, Hyde felt Lanyon's teeth capture his bottom lip, biting down hard as he groaned in pain. But, as he was distracted by the sharp sensation, his wrists were lifted up above his head, and locked in silk chains, a muffled noise of confusion leaving Hyde's busy lips. But, before he could realise what was happening, cold ghoulish stumps began to poke and prod through his clothes: rubbing and caressing the sensitive skin beneath his arms. Within seconds, his head was thrown back, and uncontrollable laughter escaped his throat, his body beginning to convulse, back arching as he writhed about in Lanyon's hold. He tried to fight back, tried to hold back his laughter, but nothing worked, tears rolling down his cheeks as more ghosts came to torment him. And the whole time, he could feel Lanyon's gaze upon him, watching him fall prey to this humiliating loss.

"Sneaky bastard! You won't win!" He shouted between bouts of laughter.

"Well, from where I'm standing, I very much have. But, I do so enjoy watching you squirm~" Lanyon retorted, licking his lips as his gaze drifted downwards. "So small, so helpless against me~"

Hyde growled in frustration, briefly baring his teeth at the other man. Then he was laughing again. However, as the ghosts spread to other parts of his body, he suddenly felt the ticklish sensation along his inner thighs, clenching his jaw as a long moan rushed up his throat, eyes rolling back, before said moan could be faintly heard, muffled by lips and teeth.

At this, Lanyon pulled back, letting go of Hyde's wrists as his legs unhooked themselves from around his waist. Then, just as Hyde's feet touched the floor, the ghosts dispersed; leaving him to lean against the wall; legs visibly shaking. Luckily, he managed to catch his breath; calming himself in the process, and allowing a smirk to spread across his face.

"Is that the best you've got?" He taunted.

"Not at all."

Seconds later, Lanyon drew closer, and despite some resistance, he managed to turn Hyde around and pin him against the wall. Then, as Hyde playfully poked at the other man's rough approach, a familiar sound rang in his ears. Quickly, he looked over both shoulders, trying to find the source, until he finally caught a glimpse of gleaming metal, which was now tightly wrapped around his wrists. His eyes widened, shocked by the speed, before they narrowed, and he glared accusingly at Lanyon. Was he getting off to this?! That was the second time he'd tied him up in such a vulnerable pose!

"If you keep struggling, I have no choice but to take drastic measures~" Lanyon insisted in a matter of fact tone, his hands sliding down Hyde's body as he, unable to move, complied.

He could feel Lanyon pressing himself against him, felt the warmth of his hands through his clothes, before gloved fingers slipped into his pants, and with a swift tug, yanked his trousers and underwear down; pooling around his feet with an audible thud. At this, Hyde was most certainly intrigued. There was no possible way he was going to walk away from this, not when he could find out just how perverted this "perfect gentleman" actually was, given enough encouragement. Thus, he only let out a gasp, then glared at Lanyon.

To this, he said nothing. Instead, with his hands free, he covered Hyde's mouth with one, while the other traced its fingers across his arse; following its enticing curve, before snaking around his hip; moving at a terribly slow pace towards his pussy. His body shook with anticipation, sighing as they caressed across his thighs. Then, as they drew towards his small blonde bush, he spread his legs further, his inner thighs glistening with his own juices. Fingers paused, before finally, he felt two of them press themselves against his cunt, and without much resistance, he was penetrated; the walls of his cunt instinctively tightening as he stared wide eyed up at the wall, a loud moan torn from his throat as the smell of his own sex, mixed with Lanyon's intoxicating perfume, consumed his senses.

Observing his reactions, Lanyon let out a low hum. He then pressed his lips against his ear, feeling the heat which had now spread across Hyde's entire face. Then he took it between his teeth, and bit down, tearing a muffled groan from Hyde's lips as his eyes rolled back. Down below, the reaction was instant; warm wet walls squeezing for dear life around his fingers, a smug smirk spreading across his face.

"Much better~ Now they fit you perfectly~" He whispered, his voice sending a powerful shiver up Hyde's spine. "Now, just imagine how good it will feel when it's something far bigger than this~"

As if to accentuate his own words, Lanyon drove deeper into Hyde, an excited cry escaping the smaller man as his fingers slowly thrusted in, and out, of his dripping pussy. They teased the sensitive nerves along the walls, rubbing beneath his throbbing clit, until he was moaning and whining, legs trembling, while any and all sane thoughts grew faint. It was all so blissfully perverted, made all the better as he felt that smug silver tongue sliding down his neck, teeth scratching along his skin.

But, despite the lack of coherent thoughts, that didn't stop his mind from driving him wild with lustful visions. He could see Lanyon above him, looming over his naked form. His hands were toying with him, their bodies pressed against one another as grunts and groans soon filled a cold alleyway in London's East End. Then, suddenly his head was thrown back, as two more fingers were pushed inside his aching cunt; stretching his walls apart as Lanyon watched; eating up whatever desperate sound escaped him.

The heat rushed through his cheeks, his body now trembling from head to toe as he was opened up, his own wetness dripping down his thighs while he stood there; panting and moaning into Lanyon's hand like a starving dog. He could hear just how much of a mess his pussy had become, how much he ached for more, and yet...Lanyon suddenly stopped.

A small whine was all that escaped him as he turned his head to glare at him, only to find dark, enticing eyes, staring back. He was smirking, freckled cheeks bursting with smug satisfaction.

"Needy, are we~?" He teased, before swiftly removing his fingers, and then stepping away.

But, as Hyde instinctively tried to move back into his touch, pushing out his rear as another whine escaped his lips, he saw Lanyon's gaze turn from smug, to cold, his mouth slowly forming into an irritated scowl. Then, with his palm flat, he pulled his hand back, and then struck Hyde's arse; a loud cry escaping him as he rose up upon his feet, his body instinctively arching back; away from the sudden, yet exciting, pain. A moment later, Lanyon spoke up, commanding him to bend over before him. Immediately, he did just that, before he looked to his side, and saw the other man standing beside him, while a firm hand was pressed down into his back; keeping him in place with ease. Seconds later, another swift swatting was delivered to his rear; ripping a gasp from his lips.

A pause occurred, in which Hyde could only feel the burning sensation that was spreading across his arse. It felt...really good. The realisation made his cheeks darken, before one of the corners of his lips turned up into a small half smirk.

'Yes, that's it. Keep playing right into my hands~'

Completely unaware of that thought, Lanyon struck him again, doing so with increased force. Then again, and again, and again, until Hyde was groaning and moaning in pleasure; enjoying the harsh sting of each consecutive swat against his bare behind. And each time he was spanked, the reaction of flesh striking flesh reverberated across his rear, like small vibrations, and towards his aching sex; making it seize up, liquid arousal drooling from his untouched cunt.

After one more smack, Hyde was happily moaning, his expression one of pure bliss. However, Lanyon suddenly paused, and when Hyde looked, ready to demand more, he saw a face full of disgust, and eyes dark with perverse intent.

"Are you actually getting off on this, being punished like a disobedient brat?" He asked in disbelief. Hyde, with a grin, eagerly nodded. With raised brow, Lanyon slowly slipped his hand between Hyde's thighs, caressing his pussy. Then, when he spoke again, his voice was soft, features full of surprise. "My word. Your lips, your clit, it's all soaked! You're even worse a perverted freak than I first thought!"

Despite how wonderful it was to feel those gloved fingers stroking his pussy, Hyde held firm, a gleeful smirk spreading from ear to ear across his face at the other man's words. Sex was and always would be a delight, but bringing out the degenerate urges which resided within gentlemen like Lanyon was the greatest of satisfactions.

"Enjoying that, are you? I thought men like you were above such vulgarity!" Hyde retorted, barely containing his laughter. "Or are you just compensating for the fact that you're a terrible fu-"

Suddenly, a pained cry was forced from his throat, as without warning, Lanyon aimed a fresh swatting towards his pussy, before he dug his fingers deep into the already bruised skin of his arse. Though surprised, he quickly managed to stifle a gasp, teeth pressing down into his lower lip, though as he did so, he felt Lanyon's eyes boring viciously into the side of his face.

"When I'm finished with you, you'll be on your knees begging for me to fuck you. And I'll be sure to take you apart piece, by, piece, until there's nothing left inside that disgusting little head of yours." Lanyon spat out, growling into Hyde's ear. But, despite the threat and the nails being dragged along his inflamed arse, Hyde couldn't stop a long moan of excitement from leaving his wet and parted lips.

At that, Lanyon's glare intensified, before his left hand reached up and grabbed Hyde's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. Of course, Hyde did nothing, a lustful glaze falling over his eyes as his face was held tightly in place.

"From now on, you'll do exactly as I say, without question. If I tell you to lick the floor, you'll do it, if I tell you to bark like a dog, you'll do it, if I tell you to raise this," He paused, squeezing Hyde's arse. "You, will, do it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Oh, very clear~" Hyde moaned, then let out a mischievous giggle. He was practically drunk on pleasure and pain, his pussy throbbing at what Lanyon was offering, a starving heat spreading down his thighs and up through his stomach.

After that, Lanyon finally pulled away, the chains around his wrists vanishing just as quickly as they'd appeared. The return of control also appeared to return some coherent thought to his mind, for Hyde immediately, rubbing at his sore skin. His wrists were now decorated with small bruises, a trail of reddish skin left behind the metal chains. Hyde grimaced. They were faint, yes, but it still hurt.

With a sigh, he finally turned to look at Lanyon; eyes trailing up and down his body. His arms were crossed, and his foot gently, rhythmically, tapped the floor. Hyde simply rolled his eyes, and then leaned back against the wall, crossing his own arms as he waited for the next order, his lower half still happily exposed.
There was a short pause.

"Strip for me. You can do that, right? Expose yourself to me like you did for them." He commanded, a playful glint in his eyes and a cruel curl tugging at the corner of his lips. Eagerly, Hyde stepped out of his pants and trousers, and then kicked them aside.

After that, his shoes and socks quickly followed, then went his tattered jacket, which slid off his arms and onto the floor, before he finally began to unbutton his waist coat. One after the other, he slowly undid each button, tiny clicks filling the room, before it too joined the pile. The entire time, his gaze was fixed upon Lanyon; watching as hungry eyes took in every inch of slowly exposed skin, perverse thoughts growing in numbers as he slowly opened shirt. First the top two buttons popped, his throat left vulnerable as cool air quickly caressed his warm neck, making him sigh in relief. Two more went, and his nipples were now on full display; aching to be toyed with. He paused for a few seconds, allowing Lanyon's gaze to drink in what had gone untouched. Then, as the last buttons were undone, he swore he saw him licking his lips, like that of a starving wolf. Quickly, he took off his shirt; throwing it aside to reveal his youthful form; naked before him.

Immediately, he could tell how arousing the sight was to Lanyon, how obvious his erection was inside his now tightening trousers. And yet, despite how obviously it was, he didn't make a move!

"So, are you going to put me in my place? It's not like I can do anything to stop you~" He playfully provoked, though with a hint of irritation to his words. As he spoke, he bit his bottom lip, and stared with half lidded eyes, practically screaming that he wanted to be bent over and fucked until the sun fell.

Alas, neither his words nor his actions appeared to have any effect upon the other man, who remained where he was; staring intently at Hyde. His expression was cold, unreadable, but for the heat that so clearly filled his cheeks. At this, Hyde's face dropped into a scowl, eyes narrowing.

'Why isn't he doing anything?! I'm right here, you lousy stick in the-!'

"Arms behind your back. Now." Lanyon suddenly commanded. He then stepped forward, standing at his full height as his shadow reached out towards Hyde.

With a roll of his eyes, Hyde did just that, only to immediately feel the familiar sensation of chains wrapping around him; pressing his arms flush against his back; once again rendering them useless. He didn't bother with struggling, especially as Lanyon drew closer. In that moment, he realised that his heart was racing; pumping anticipation and excitement through his veins. Then, as he looked up, teeth bared like a wild dog, Lanyon gently placed his hand upon his head, and pushed. In seconds, Hyde was forced to his knees, before Lanyon knelt down, and without resistance, pulled his legs apart; revealing his messy cunt, the fresh smell of sex and cologne now invading Hyde's senses.

With flushed cheeks, Hyde could only sit there and watch as Lanyon rested his hands upon his legs; thumbs brushing along his thighs. The soft cotton texture made his skin tingle with warmth, a shiver of anticipation rushing up his spine as they moved closer, inching ever so slowly towards his pussy.

"How many of them did you take?" Lanyon abruptly questioned.

"What?" Hyde responded as he looked up, confused, as if he'd been snapped out of some kind of trance.

Suddenly, and as quickly as the word left his lips, Lanyon delivered a slap to his pussy, a wet smack echoing throughout the room, followed by pained gasps and pants. Briefly, his head was thrown back, lips parted and eyes wide with shock.

"Answer the question." Lanyon coldly demanded. "How many have dumped their seed inside your waiting snatch?"

"Fuck...I don't know. Eight, maybe nine...I didn't keep count!" Hyde snapped, made flustered by his useless mind. Unfortunately for him, all he could focus on in that moment was the painful throbbing of his cunt, and so he quickly turned his gaze away, the blush upon his cheeks now visibly rushing down his neck.

Lanyon chuckled, his lips pulled up into a smirk as he took in Hyde's frustrated expression. Restrained and nude, Hyde's anger was quite adorable up close. But, as Hyde caught a glimpse of his face, he turned and glared daggers at the other man.

"Oh stop it." Lanyon retorted as he effortlessly, and without warning, pushed Hyde back, letting him land hard upon his arms, sounds of pain and frustration escaping him. "Your scary little big boy act means nothing to me."

Shifting uncomfortably upon the solid floor, Hyde could only lay there, watching as Lanyon slipped between his legs, before they too were made useless; chains binding his feet together. He tried to make them budge, but nothing happened.

'I'm stuck! I can't...do anything. He can do whatever he wants, and I won't be able to fight back~ Oh...this is getting interesting~'

Thus, he eagerly allowed it, staring up at Lanyon as he leaned forward, one hand sliding up his body. It brushed over his stomach, ghosted across his nipple, before his fingers quickly wrapped themselves around his throat. But it didn't choke him. The weight was there, he could feel its digits pressing against the sides of his neck. And yet, as he looked up into the other man's face, he saw a stern expression. Know your place, his eyes said. Though it was quick, Hyde nodded in temporary agreement.

After that, Lanyon's other hand slowly brushed its fingers over his pussy, parting his labia as his gaze remained fixed upon his face. Beneath those eyes, Hyde couldn't help but shudder, his lips parting with a small sigh as the cold fabric caressed his burning sex. Then, three of them were pressed against his hole, and one by one, they were inserted. The first went unfelt, while the second forced him to stifle a groan, before the third finally entered. His eyes grew wide, his teeth breaking skin as his walls were stretched apart by all three fingers, gritting his teeth as he did everything he could to not squeeze around him. Then, Lanyon began to move in and out, slowly at first as he savoured the sight of Hyde's flushed face twisted in a mix of need and pain.

"Much better~" He purred, enjoying this more submissive side to his enemy.

Hyde made no attempt to respond, for as the pain faded, his mind was once again drained of intelligent thought, and his hips instinctively began to move; pushing back into Lanyon's fingers as he whined and moaned. At this, Lanyon grinned, tongue dabbing at his lips, before quickening his thrusts; pumping in and out of Hyde with the ferocity of a lustful predator, making Hyde's back arc from the sheer force of the penetration. He cried out, writhing upon the floor; mouth agape, tongue dangling, and eyes rolling back, while all he could hear was the sound of Lanyon's knuckles smacking against his pussy, growing louder and louder, mixing with the wet squish of fingers meeting slick and semen; the latter beginning to spill out every time he pulled back.

'He's going so fast~ Please, don't stop~'

Unbeknownst to them, the nightmares drew closer; eyeing them curiously. Some of them sniffed at the air, others quietly growling in anticipation, but Lanyon paid them no mind. Instead, he stood up, and Hyde could only whine as he felt those fingers leave him; orgasm within reach.

Lanyon looked at his ruined glove, then down at Hyde. His breathing was uneven, sweat beading down his body, while his pussy squeezed tightly around nothing, juices dripping onto the floor. Both of them knew he was close. Alas, as Hyde stared up at the other man; pleading for release, Lanyon stepped forward, and with a stern look, he pressed his leather shoe flat against his wet sex.

"Well, get on with it then." Lanyon impatiently demanded. Hyde just stared at it, confusion pushing through the fog of lust clouding his mind. Thus, with a roll of his eyes, he added. "If you want to cum, you're going to have to work for it. Now hurry up and rub one out, I don't have all day."

Hyde quietly listened, though once it finally sank in, his hips didn't need to be told twice; snapping up and down, and in the process, sliding his pussy along the smooth expanse of well crafted leather. It felt strange, at first, what with how cold it was and how different it felt, yet in no time at all, Hyde was grinding against it: moaning and groaning, his sounds of pleasure getting louder as he moved faster, and faster, until suddenly, it was too much, and every muscles in his body seized up.

His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth hung open, before a long and guttural cry was torn from his throat, and his orgasm overtook. It possessed him, taking charge of his hips as they continued their motions, unbothered by their missing rhythm. And in doing so, he violently squirted, writhing in his restraints as his juices splattered across the leather and the floor. His face brightened with relief, a few tears rolling down his face from the overwhelming sensations that now racked his shaking form.

One orgasm, and he was already delirious with pleasure.

Eventually though, the heat subsided, and Hyde was left lying there: limp and sweating, his arms and legs growing sore in their chains. But he said nothing, for his mind had temporarily gone blank, and his body already ached too much to move, and so he instinctively worked to bring air back into his lungs. Luckily for him, it didn't take long for a fresh thought to finally pop back into his head.

'That...was absolutely...amazing.'

At that, Hyde couldn't help but smile, even as Lanyon still stood in front of him, his shadow almost engulfing his form. Then, he looked up at him, watching as he removed his gloves with an annoyed grimace.

"Think yourself lucky that I have more than a single pair of these." He commented, then in the blink of an eye, they suddenly vanished, and a fresh pair replaced them.

Hyde blinked, confused. Then, the cogs began to turn, and he began to laugh; giggling and cackling as if he'd just heard the funniest story ever told. Something about the dramatic fix up simply tickled him, though he wasn't entirely certain as to why. But, just as quickly as the laughter left him, he was pinned beneath Lanyon's cold glare, before he pressed the of his shoe back against his pussy; morphing the delighted sound into a long and loud moan as it ran itself through his glistening folds.

"What's so amusing, harlot?" He gritted out; an extra shot of venom spilling into his words.

"Oh yes~ You're the greatest joke I've ever met~" Hyde taunted, words slightly slurred as he spoke.

With a low growl, Lanyon snapped his fingers, and then removed his foot from Hyde's body. A second later, just as Hyde realised his ankles were no longer restrained, he was lifted up by his shoulders; fingers digging into his naked skin, before with ease, he was placed back down; sitting upon his knees. Surprised, Hyde stared down at the floor, pain pulsing throughout his body, limbs sore from the uncomfortable positions they'd been in.

He wasn't certain of how long it had been since this perverse game had begun, yet it felt as if it had all happened so fast. It was thrilling, and most importantly, something for him to do while away his caged time.

Suddenly, Lanyon grabbed his chin; forcing him to crane his neck so that their eyes could meet. But, despite that, Hyde looked elsewhere, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. To this, Lanyon's eyes narrowed.

"If you're going to continue with these pathetic insults and your obnoxious attitude, then I'll just have to find a better use for that mouth of yours." He said, fingers tightening their hold upon his chin.

Hyde, unsurprisingly, was not deterred. Instead, he slowly parted his lips, opened his mouth, and then let his tongue fall out. While doing this, he wiggled his brows.

'Go on then. Teach me a lesson~'

With his head reeled back, Lanyon's features scrunched up in disgust, though Hyde swore he saw a blush spreading across his cheeks. However, in no time at all, he pulled Hyde's head forward; forcing him to fall face first without his hands slowing the descent. Luckily, it was short lived; only bruising his cheek in the process, a small groan leaving his lips as he looked from the corner of his eyes up at Lanyon.

His arms were folded across his chest, a cold and impatient expression upon his face, while his eyes ogled and gawked at him; tied up and at his mercy. Hyde could feel himself becoming warm, toes curling as those eyes trailed over his back. All of a sudden, a bit of movement caught his attention, and so he raised his head, before he found himself staring, confused, at a familiar leather shoe; white liquid staining the elegant craftsmanship.

"Clean it up. Now." He demanded.

'Is...Is he being serious?' Hyde thought, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Lanyon said nothing, only tapping his foot harder. Thus, with a roll of his eyes, he pushed the question aside, and began to slowly lap at the translucent mess. It tasted sweet, yet as he continued to lick, it was soon joined by an earthy aftertaste.
Though he didn't understand why, the taste of his own juices mixed with the taste of leather, did something to him. His breathing grew heavy, warming his features as he blushed, eyes half lidded yet focused, while his body trembled under Lanyon's gaze, the familiar heat of arousal stirring within his groin. It was intoxicating, bordering upon addictive. And yet, strange as it may be, the act brought a sense of calm to his mind. He just had to obey, do as he was commanded, and pleasure was within his grasp.

'If just cleaning his shoe is making me this hot… Fuck, I don't want it to stop~'

Once the leather had been licked clean, he swallowed, and let out a pleased sigh. Then, still on all fours, he lifted his head and looked up at Lanyon; slightly flustered, yet incredibly smug, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. At that, he narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth, trying to cover up his own flushed features.

"Such a good boy. Such a very good boy." Lanyon praised in a low and mocking tone chuckling in amusement. He then bent down, and gently patted his head. A second or two passed, before surprise faded, and Hyde craned his head up and into the other man's touch.

He knew it was only to humiliate him further, that he was certain. It was like he had become his meek little mutt, who only existed to serve under his owner's word.

As if he had heard all this, Lanyon- with his hand still resting comfortably in Hyde's hair -suddenly commanded him to bark. He blinked, then glared once more, before he did just that.

'That's right, keep thinking you're in charge. Soon you'll be no better than me, then we'll see who Jekyll actually needs!'

An entire minute seemed to pass by, before anything happened. Then, he heard the snapping of fingers, and the chains restraining his arms disappeared. A tad disappointed, Hyde sat up and rubbed at his sore limbs, grimacing. They were numb, but as blood began to flow through them again, he returned his attention to Lanyon, staring up at him with a scowl.

"Is that all you can do?" He asked. "A few chains and a pompous attitude? Honestly, I thought you of all people would show me a better time than that."

"Oh? You think that's it?"

At this, Hyde blinked, face falling into an expression of genuine confusion. He didn't have the balls to go further, right? He had just gone along with his antics to have a brief moment of power over him. Right?

"How precious, you actually thought I'd be done with you as quickly as that?" He questioned, a deep chuckle vibrating up and out of his throat.

It was the kind of pompous sound that usually made his blood boil, yet instead of glaring daggers at the other man, Hyde could only sink his teeth into his bottom lip; a powerful shudder raking up his back as Lanyon bent down to meet his gaze.

"Well, lucky for you, we've only just begun."

With a single snap, Hyde watched as the chains returned; whirling around his wrists, before Lanyon stepped aside, and he was pulled across the floor. Seconds later, he came to a stop in the centre of the room; stuck between Lanyon and the nightmares as his naked form was lifted up. Of course, due to his short stature, it wasn't long before his feet weren't touching the floor anymore.

Once he had stopped moving, the cold presence of the chains began to shift, a long sigh escaping him as they caressed against his warm skin. They wrapped around his arms, slipping over his shoulders as they once again slithered around his midsection, keeping his arms in place. At the same time, they clung to his ankles; lifting and spreading his legs apart; leaving both ends completely vulnerable. It felt like he was being pulled around on strings; a puppet being controlled by its master, who left his body on full display, at the mercy of those around him. The thought made him shiver in excitement before he looked around, searching for Lanyon. But he doesn't see him. Instead, he saw the nightmares drawing closer, their eyes curiously taking in the present which had seemingly been gifted to them. They sniffed and lapped at the air, growling and humming at the smell and taste of sex which now hung heavy over the entire room. Hyde bit his lower lip, stifling a moan as a thought crossed his mind.

'They're all going to fuck me~' He realised, mouth watering.

However, as Lanyon approached him, hands hidden behind his back, he was suddenly overcome by a strange sensation, strong tremors spreading throughout his body; muscles tensing up in surprise. It was as if all the warmth which had built up within his groin was being pulled out of him. And as his back arched, the chains clinked and clattered, before a long groan escaped him. Then, the sensation quickly faded, and he was left limp and breathless.

Regaining his senses, he quickly looked down at himself, and found his prick: small and soft, once again hanging between his legs. Now, all he felt was a warm sensation within his abdomen.

A moment later, Lanyon came into view, an inquisitive look in his eyes as he cautiously bent down.

"Hmm... Well then, that'll speed us along quite nicely." He said, a smirk easily heard spreading across his face. Then, he stood up, and as Hyde met his gaze, a strip of silk suddenly appeared; snatching away his vision through a soft veil of darkness.

"Let's see just how long you can last~" Lanyon whispered, voice now rumbling in his ears. It made him shiver with excitement.

By now, Lanyon's ebb and flow was clear, and so the snapping of fingers was unsurprising. However, despite that, nothing happened to him. Seconds passed, with only the clacking of shoes reaching his ears. Then, seconds turned into minutes, and out of annoyance, Hyde groaned and began to shift his head; looking this way and that; hopelessly searching through the endless black to find where the other man had gone.

Suddenly, he heard something. A voice, faint but there. It was whispering, though about what and to who, he wasn't sure.

'Stop standing around and do something already!' He thought, growling as he tugged at the chains, glaring daggers.

As he hung there; a ball of frustration and need growing inside him, he suddenly felt a shy tongue press itself against his prick, his entire body tensing up as a soft gasp escaped his lips. More whispering followed, before he let out a loud moan, as without warning, his dick was completely enveloped in the wet warmth of another's throat; muffled moans and gags reaching his ears. They bobbed their head up and down the shaft, slowly lowering from the tip and towards the base; drool dribbling down to his balls, their tongue easily working him back to full hardness with every caress of the sensitive skin. It felt, for lack of a better word, amazing. But, who was it...? The thought immediately faded, and in its place, came blissful pleasure; soothing his mind into silence. It didn't matter who it was, not really. They were touching him, and he couldn't have been happier.

The blood rushed to his dick, thickening and throbbing, every caress of their tongue making him see stars, yet still he wanted more. He struggled in his chains, wishing to thrust deeper into that soft wet hole. He tried to push down in their direction, but that only gave him some additional friction. Not enough for any kind of release, although from the muffled yelp he could hear, he might have possibly given them an unintentional spook.

"Come on~ Don't stop~" He moaned, pushing down again.

Sadly, as his prick sank deeper into their throat, they suddenly pulled away; leaving him erect, and throbbing, yet far from satisfied. Letting out a frustrated groan, Hyde cursed under his breath, and was about to openly complain, yet as his mouth opened, all that came out was a loud gasp. Something cold, and a tad weighty, had been just wrapped around the base of his dick!

"W-What is that supposed to be?" He shouted, cheeks turning pink at his own stuttering. It felt like a ring, which fit snugly around his shaft, though it was still tight enough to make its presence known.

"That, my foolish harlot, is for keeping all that seed stored in these." Lanyon calmly explained, while he grabbed Hyde's balls, and then tightened his grip; ripping a pained shout from Hyde. A second later, he let go, before slowly stepping away.

Desperate, Hyde tried to follow his footsteps, but the horrid pulsing of his dick made focusing on anything else almost impossible, a pained whine spilling forth from his mouth. At that though, the footsteps suddenly came to a halt. Then they returned, growing louder and louder, until they sounded like the echoes of thunder ringing inside his ears as he suddenly felt something clamping down upon his nipples. He gasped, the pain seemingly amplified by his missing sense: heat spreading across his chest and pleasure rushing down to his prick.

"Such lovely sounds you make~" Lanyon purred, a smile in his voice. "Does it hurt?"

Hyde nodded.

"But it feels good, doesn't it?"

Hyde paused. His mouth was open, as if he were about to protest, and yet... He bit his lip. The memories of past nights rushed through his mind, the clear joy upon his face as his partners roughly ravished him. He enjoyed pain, that much was true. But admitting it to Lanyon...

A moment passed. Then he nodded, features burning.

"I thought as much." Lanyon noted. He then applied more pressure, and Hyde couldn't stop himself from moaning. "Your perverted mind can't tell the difference, and that's why you'll lose our little game."

With that, the hold of the clamps lessened- the pain remaining -and the clacking of shoes once again filled the silence. It sounded like Lanyon was encircling him; sizing him up; intense eyes taking in every inch of his body: running down his back, sliding over his arse, caressing up his thighs. Alas, though he enjoyed the attention, it did nothing to quell the horrid pang of emptiness in his stomach. But, then it stopped, and gloved fingers suddenly wrapped themselves around his prick.

"Now, listen to me." He commanded, and Hyde quickly obliged. "This, is, mine. It'll only cum when I say so. Understood?"

Without missing a beat, Hyde agreed, teeth digging into his lip; biting back all the moans that yearned to be free. Luckily for them, Lanyon took notice, and as slowly as possible, began to stroke his dick, the soft cotton fabric caressing along the shaft. Hyde had never really been a quiet lover, and so it didn't take long for him to crack; moaning and whimpering with every stroke. And though he wanted to shout, wanted to beg for Lanyon to speed up, to do more than just tease him, his stubbornness still persisted through the lustful fog. He wouldn't let Lanyon win! No matter how good it felt.

The teasing continued, but after a few long strokes, Lanyon pulled away, and he simply laid there; heavy pants spilling forth from his lips, not bothering to lift his head even as a hand ruffled his messy mane.

"Good boy." Lanyon praised, before once again beginning to move.

'Oh, I can be so much more than good~ Just take out that dick of yours, and I'll show you a better time than he...ever...'

Slowly, the thought drifted away, as all of a sudden, something warm was pressed firmly against his face, and his mind was pulled back into the moment. He could feel the button fly of Lanyon's trousers being pushed upon his nose, while their cotton material, both rough and soft, caressed his lips. Curiously, he sniffed, and as his eyes widened behind the blindfold, that all too familiar smell of another man's bulge invaded his mind, while all he could do was moan at the musky scent. He sniffed again, and his mind was eclipsed by lust; protecting it from trivial contemplations as, despite his lack of sight, he looked up at Lanyon.

Although he could feel the other man's gaze upon him, he remained silent. Thus, instinctively, and with no order from above, his mind drew a blank. Quickly, he fell back on instinct; dragging his tongue along the outline of Lanyon's cock, hot breaths warming his features as a stifled groan came from the other man.

Hyde had, in secret, been ever so slightly curious about what Lanyon- the real Lanyon -was packing. Alas, outside the many fantasies Jekyll had once indulged in, nothing had come of it. Until now, that is, and if what was locked behind those tight fitting trousers was anything like what Jekyll had witnessed, then he might have reconsidered his dislike of the man. Might.

"That's it~ Just like that." Lanyon breathed out, chuckling as he ran his fingers through Hyde's mane. Then he pulled him forward, and grinded his clothed cock against his face.

Hyde understood, and so he continued to lap and mouth at his crotch, moaning into the fabric. As he did so, he could feel the bulge before him growing bigger, and soon, his mouth went from sucking on his balls to licking up the shaft; working him to full hardness. If the heavy breathing and stifled groans coming from above was any indication, he was doing a marvellous job. But, for him, that wasn't enough, and once he found the head, he wrapped his lips around it; happily sucking him off through his trousers.

Immediately, Lanyon's breathing hitched, before a long groan escaped his throat, and his fingers dug into Hyde's hair, making him moan around the head, eyes rolling back into his skull. He could taste precum upon his tongue, mixing with the blandness of the cotton material. Sadly, it was then that Lanyon suddenly pushed him away, a single string of saliva connecting them as his head was held up, his messy mane trapped in Lanyon's fist. All he could do was catch his breath, panting softly as his features burned, and his tongue was left dangling from his mouth.

Confused, Hyde stared upwards through the dark veil of his blindfold, blinking, his brows knitted together. Why did he stop him? Through the gap below, he caught a glimpse of what he had left behind. A wet patch; a darker shade of grayish purple with a dark splotch inside that, had now ruined Lanyon's well crafted trousers. It took a moment, but once it clicked inside his sex focused mind, Hyde couldn't help but to chuckle at the sight.

"Looks like someone got a little too excited over a quick blowie~ Want me to lick it clean for you~?" He teased with a smirk, while Lanyon let go of his head, pulling away in a huff.

'Come on, don't walk away again.' He thought, biting down a whine. 'I just want you to fuck me already. Please.'

"What's wrong, Lanyon~? Don't you want to use me, ravish me~?" He questioned, a playfulness to his words even as he took aim at his pride. "Or, are you just too much of a coward to put me in my place~?"

The footsteps stopped. He said nothing, yet Hyde could feel his eyes boring into the back of his head. He grinned, and then listened.

"If you're going to continue being a brat, then I'll just have to set you straight." Lanyon sternly retorted, then snapped his fingers. After that, he moved again. "For your rudeness, I'm going to punish you. You will be spanked until this arse is completely red. You'll gladly take each slap, and do as I say. Do you understand?"

Hyde instantly nodded, his nether regions tingling with excitement. It wasn't penetration, no, but it definitely sounded like a good time to him.

Reaching across his back, Lanyon grabbed at his side; pulling him against his stomach as he then gently pressed- what Hyde quickly deduced to be -a wooden paddle against his arse. It was cold, making him sigh as Lanyon caressed it across the curves of his backside, his muscles tensing up in anticipation. Before that day, he had never been spanked. He knew what it was, of course, though not in the form with which it had now taken on. But he wasn't afraid to give it a go, and so, with some difficulty, he slowly pushed back into the paddle.

"Good boy." Lanyon praised, before reeling it back. "Now, repeat after me. I am."

"I am."

THWACK!

Suddenly, the paddle struck his bare arse, ripping a surprised yelp from his throat. A painful sting cut across his cheeks, but Hyde could take it. With that, Lanyon spoke again, once more stroking his poor behind as he regained his bearings.

"A rude, and perverted."

"A rude...and perverted..."

THWACK!

That time, Hyde cried out, his body knocked forward from the force of the second strike, toes curling up as agonising heat bloomed across his arse. All he could feel was pain, and all he could think about was how red his butt must have already looked. He bit his lip to stifle the moan that was birthed from that image.

"Whore." Lanyon growled beside his ear. He didn't repeat, still stunned.

THWACK!

"Fuck~! Whore, whore, whore~!"

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

With each strike, a louder cry was torn from his throat, tears welling up in his eyes as his arse stung and burned beneath the paddle. But, despite the pain, he didn't want it to end. The way each strike reverberated along his skin, how the paddle teased his bruised backside between blows. It sent him falling into pure bliss, jolts of pleasure pulsing inside his prick as he panted and moaned.

"Very good. Now, tell me what you are." Lanyon calmly ordered, low and unwavering. And as he spoke, he patted his arse cheeks; encouraging him. Then, without an immediate response, he struck where it hurt the most, forcing Hyde to stifle a sob, before he tried to speak up.

"I'm- Ah! I'm a rude- Fuck! Perverted- Mm! Whore- Aah~!"

With each part he uttered, Lanyon ruthlessly swatted each cheek in quick succession, swapping between them again and again. He then said it a third time, louder, then a forth, then a fifth, shouting at the top of his lungs as fiery agony was twisted into delirious pleasure, his untouched dick twitching with every fresh set of strikes. He cried and whined, unable to escape, until he was unable to get the words out. It was as if his head space had shifted to that of a starving dog, happily reacting so as to receive more of what he so desperately craved. Pain and pleasure.

When Lanyon finally stopped, Hyde was left a mess: shaking from head to toe, sweat glistening across his body, and heart pounding inside chest. He could feel hair clinging to his neck, nails digging into his palms as hung there; panting and breathing heavily. Despite the ceasing of the onslaught, his arse was still searing hot, bruises decorating each cheek, while his pale skin had now turned a deep shade of red. It was intense, enough so that he felt tears rolling down his cheeks.

'So...good~ It hurts so good~'

For the moment, it was the only thought he could process. Lanyon was still there, though the paddle was no longer near him, though his hand was still gripping his hip. He couldn't be bothered to look, trying to catch his breath, until a cold wind was suddenly blown across his rear, sending a violent shiver up Hyde's spine, and pulling a broken whine from his already parted lips.

"Well done, my little harlot." Lanyon cooed. He then ruffled his hair, and walked away.

Hyde gave a small nod, before continuing to catch his breath, his mind slowly recovering from the temporary overloading it had just endured. He took deep and shaky breaths, blinking away the tears in his eyes so they wouldn't sting. It took a minute, but eventually, his mind was calmed, and he let out a long sigh.

'When I'm free, I'm definitely doing that again.'

Now, without Lanyon close by, he could feel hundreds of eyes staring at him, staring intently at the man's work. In a way, the additional attention made it better, a smirk spreading across his flushed face. Lanyon, of all people, had done this to him! He had done it, and they all saw it! The thought of the gentleman's features becoming full of flustered fury, foul language spilling from his lips as his fancifully false demeanor shattered, made Hyde's heart flutter with prideful joy.

'This is perfect! Heh, I couldn't have planned it better if I tried.' He thought, practically vibrating with joy, despite the lack of release. 'If only Jekyll could see just how much of a pervert his dear friend truly is.'

As he returned from that thought, Hyde quickly noticed something. There was only silence. No shoes clacking against the floor, no growling or snarling. Just silence.

"Umm, is anyone still there?" He asked, then listened out.

Minute after drawn out minute passed him by, but still, he heard nothing. To him, each second that passed without someone touching him was a second wasted. He groaned, and gritted his teeth, glaring through the blindfold. Why did it keep taking so long for something to happen?!

"Seriously, can someone say something? Please?"

No one answered him.

The silence rang loud in his ears, and his features paled, lips drooping into a worried frown. He couldn't stop the panic pushing through his veins, thoughts gnawing at his mind as his head hastily turned this way and that. Was anyone actually there? Had...Had all of them suddenly gotten cold feet? His heart began to race, while more painful pulses moved through his prick, tearing small whines from his lips before he called out again.

"Please! Touch me, punish me more, fuck my holes, just don't go!"

As the words left his mouth, echoing around him, he didn't hear the footsteps drawing towards him. They were quiet, at first, and then grew louder, like soft and distant thunder. But, when meaty fingers gently lifted the blindfold; setting it in his hair, the worrisome weight was thrown off his shoulders as, before his very eyes, he saw a soft patchwork face. He blinked, eyes straining and sore from lack of light, before he found Adam's soft yellow eyes gazing worriedly at him, while his big cold hands reached up and gently cupped his face, thumbs wiping at his wet cheeks.

"I'm here now. I'm here." Adam whispered, his deep voice wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

Leaning into the comforting touch, Hyde couldn't help but to sigh in relief, smiling as Adam spoke. He could feel his breaths brushing against his upturned lips, before his eyes drifted down.

"I'm...I'm glad. Nice to be able to see you again." He said, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.

"I'm not going anywhere, Edward." Adam cooed, a loving smile on his face. Then, with a hint of playfulness, he added. "Not when you're like this."

If his mind still hadn't been somewhat foggy with lust, he might have actually been bothered by the use of his first name. But he wasn't, and so he happily stared at him, biting his lip at Adam's words. Was he going to...? His cheeks darkened, and his gaze lowered; staring longingly at the creature's lips.

Immediately, Adam understood. He then leaned forward, and as Hyde tried to do the same, their lips connected. He sighed against his mouth, toes curling as fingers gently ran themselves through his messy mane; scratching his scalp like one would scratch behind the ear of a cat. For how much he enjoyed the rougher side of scandalous antics, he was beginning to realize that he may not actually be opposed to something a little...softer.

"I'm all yours, Adam~ Please~" He whispered as both of them pulled back. "Touch me~"

The creature nodded, before his hands cupped the back of his neck; pulling him into another kiss. Adam kissed him passionately, icy lips coaxing a relieved sigh from Hyde's mouth, before he quickly kissed back. He wished for his hands to be free; desperate to run his fingers through Adam's dark locks; desperate to grind their bodies against one another as desire overtook every other thought in their minds. But, once he felt that cool tongue dabbing against his lips; trying to coax them open, he found that he couldn't truly be mad, least of all at the being whose tongue now danced with his.

As they continued, noises of want were muffled between their mouths, sweet moans coerced from Hyde's throat, growing louder as Adam slowly circled his thumbs around his nipples; teasing them, before rolling them between his fingers. He tugged and squeezed, Hyde gasping in delight as they grew more and more sensitive, hardening in the creature's hold.

'Yes~ Touch me more~ Please~'

When they once again pulled back, his lips were wet, heavy breaths escaping him as he tried to refill his lungs. He was quite a good kisser, for one who lacked experience. Meanwhile, Adam's fingers continued to work their magic, his features soft and faintly flushed. But he was still smiling fondly, a glimmer of pure adoration in his eyes. Then, as if he'd somehow read his mind, he suddenly dipped down and latched his mouth onto Hyde's neck; sucking small red hickeys into his pale skin as he gleefully moaned above him.

"Fuck~ Adam~ More~" He begged of him, head thrown back as he spoke.

"Beautiful." The creature whispered, listening to all the sounds that he helped escape. "All of you is beautiful, Edward."

After that, he continued to suck and kiss at his neck, fingers toying with his nipples, while Hyde could only let out sounds of pleasure. Sparks of arousal tickled across his skin, Adam's deep and gravelly voice driving compliment after compliment into his mind; echoing down through his fluttering heart, and to his dick.

'He's so...kind. And it feels so good~ But-'

Suddenly, his vision was once again cloaked, the soft silk of the blindfold pressing against his face, along with something that trickled down his cheeks. It felt...sticky. But, that was odd. As that had happened, Adam's hands were still on him. Realization came, just as he felt a large pair of hands, covered in fur, grasping at his legs, before effortlessly pulling them further apart; exposing his backside to the nightmare's lustful gaze, while he could do nothing but blush beneath its gaze. Then, he began to squirm, gasping as a warm liquid spreading down his legs, and along his thighs. Wherever its hands touched, the substance was thick, almost as if it were trying to overshadow his skin; trapping it beneath its palms.

'Wha-! What is that?' He thought, breathing rapidly as it sniffed at him, its grip unyielding as his body shook in anticipation.

"It's okay, Edward. It likes you." Adam reassured as he caressed his chest. He then pressed a cold yet soft kiss against his cheek.

Hyde smiled at him, somewhat relieved, yet before he could respond, he was suddenly yanked backwards; pulling him closer to the unseen nightmare as it growled like a starving beast. Then, it pressed its face deep into Hyde's rear, its arms wrapping themselves tightly around his thighs; locking them in place.

"W-What are you going to- Aah~!"

Without warning, the nightmare drove its tongue deep inside his hole: flicking and wriggling, stretching further than Hyde thought possible. Then, as it reached his prostate, his back arched and his head was thrown back, a breathy gasp escaping him, lips forming into a blissful 'o' shape as it eagerly lapped at every nerve within its reach, making him moan with every spark of arousal that jolted through his nether regions. His face quickly became twisted by pleasure: eyes rolled back, cheeks flushed, and mouth permanently agape.

'Oh fuck, it's going so deep~ Don't stop~ Please, give it to me~'

His thighs trembled in its hold, while its hands groped his arse, the thick warm ooze spreading across his cheeks; marking him as if he were the beast's property. Then again, he didn't think he would have minded being used by something with as good a tongue in his mouth as that. Soon, Adam returned to pulling and squeezing his nipples, though he didn't hold back, pain and pleasure mixing as Hyde moaned and whined, prick throbbing and drooling; untouched by either of them. He wanted to come, yearned so badly to be driven over the edge. And yet, even as they kept pushing him towards that unreachable nirvana, even as he felt as if he was about to come undone between them, nothing happened.

"Please~ Please, let me come~" He begged. "I'll do anything for it, anything~!"

THWACK!

With a heavy slam of both hands, the nightmare reignited the pain of his punishment, bare arse burning hot as he cried out, eyes wide behind silk. Then, without a word, it simply continued to play with his hole, disinterested in his pleas as it satiated its own lustful appetite. He could only lay there; suspended in chains; at the mercy of these creatures, a toy for their amusement and pleasure. His release just simply wasn't a priority for them.

"Soon, Edward. I promise you'll come soon." Adam praised, his fingers now gently caressing his aching nipples; soothing them as he cooed to him. "You're doing so well."

Hyde could only moan in response, mouth agape and eyes rolling back into his head. And yet, through the intense pleasure coursing through his form, he still felt the gentle touch of Adam's hands stroking his hair, fingers caressing his scalp. He looked forward, seemingly meeting the creature's gaze, before he was pulled into a soft kiss, which he happily returned. With a grateful sigh, he closed his eyes, and let his lips move in rhythm with the creature's own, before his tongue slowly worked Hyde's mouth open, a muffled moan escaping him as the wet appendage touched his.

Now, both his holes were being ravished by tongues, both seemingly fighting over whatever remained of his mind. Hyde, of course, couldn't care less. He happily danced with Adam, his sounds of pleasure muffled as their tongues swirled and rolled, Adam's the more dominant as he lovingly pulled sweet moans from Hyde's lips. And yet, the nightmare was undeterred. Every minute or so, it pushed against Hyde's prostate, and he'd pause: toes curling, back bending and arse tightening around its long and wriggling tongue, before Adam quickly pulled him back into the kiss.

'Their...Their tongues~ They won't stop moving~ It's...too much~'

After what felt like an eternity of torturous teasing, both of them pulled away; leaving him gasping and panting, skin flushed from head to toe. Sweat rolled across his tense muscles, his lubricated hole clenching instinctively, only to grasp at nothing, a small and pathetic whine leaving his lips.

Suddenly, something was pressed against his face, a wet heat covering his mouth and nose as his eyes widened. What was he supposed to do? Instinctively, he breathed through his nose, only for the familiar smell of pussy to instantly invade his senses, eyes rolling back and features relaxing. Did it want him to…? Without another thought, he opened his mouth and eagerly began putting it to work. He lapped at the nightmare's pussy, sliding his tongue up and down its lips, over its clit, while in return, it feverishly grinded its aching sex against his already messy face.

Between breathing through his nose and letting out enthusiastic moans, Hyde licked and sucked at the soft folds, dipping his tongue inside to taste its juices; eyes rolling like he just tasted the sweetest honey known to man. It was euphoric, the rush of arousal pumping through his veins, needn't want driving his action, while all he had to do was devour its cunt with wild abandon. Its hands gripped his hair; fisting handfuls of his mane; holding him in place as ooze trickled down his neck.

'Yes, please~ I want to be used, need to be used~ Fuck~!'

However, while he was engrossed in pleasure, the hands in his hair were suddenly swatted away, before a pair of bigger hands pulled his head aside, Hyde groaning in protest as his mouth left the nightmare's pussy. And yet, the coolness of the touch was unmistakable, fingers gently running themselves through his hair as a wet cock head was pressed against his dangling tongue. Above him, Adam growled at the other entity. Then, his attention was returned to Hyde, who shivered beneath the creature's gaze, his untouched prick twitching with need. He needed that cock, and he didn't care which hole Adam chose to use. Thus, without warning, he wrapped his lips around the shaft, eyes half lidded as he gazed up through the blindfold, hoping for their eyes to meet as he happily swallowed one of Adam's big fat cocks, groaning and gagging as it slid down his throat, unbothered as the other one poked at his head, precum sticking to both his skin and the silk.

"That's it. You're doing so well, Edward." Adam praised as he gently tapped the head against his blindfold.

Hyde couldn't stop himself from smiling; proud and ever so slightly delirious. Then, the shaft was slowly thrusted in and out, both of them groaning in delight, while Hyde caressed his cock with his lips and tongue, his toes curling with excitement.

For a minute or so, he toyed with Adam's cock, loving the sensation of his tongue caressing the shaft. And yet, he didn't speed up, only easing himself in slowly. It was infuriating! He just wanted to be fucked without mercy! Thus, Hyde stopped moving, a smirk spreading across his lips. Adam paused, cock head now resting upon the tip of Hyde's precum covered tongue.

"Fuck me, Adam~" He moaned up to him, lips now inches away from his cock. "Fuck me hard, don't hold back~"

He was right there: naked, vulnerable, eager, and Adam would have to have been a fool to stop now. Luckily for Hyde, he agreed and pulled him back onto his cock; sheathing down to the hilt. He gagged, wide eyes staring up into darkness, drool spilling unrestricted from his lips. The creature grunted and groaned over him, pushing his head down in time with his thrusts; seemingly racing to dump his warm seed into his stomach. He could feel it moving down his throat, stretching him open, muffling every blissful noise that he let out around Adam's dick, writhing in his restraints as they rattled with each crack of the creature's hips, his other cock bouncing and rubbing against his face.

Soon, it began to twitch and throb, the creature's thrusts losing their rhythm as his breathing grew more and more rapid, feral groans and growls reaching Hyde's ears. He was so close. Drool and precum spilled down the shaft as he stuttered his way through this vicious throat fucking, while Hyde could only moan, tears streaming down his face from the soreness of his jaw. It felt like Adam was once again pounding into his pussy, fucking him until his mind no longer functioned past need, desire, and lust.

'Please~! Dump your seed inside me~ I...I can't...can't take...much more~! Plea-!'

All of a sudden, his head was yanked back; taking him off of Adam's cock, before a sharp inhale of air echoed throughout the room. Then, his face was once again shoved against its sopping wet cunt, which he hastily lapped at, tasting it with delight.

His jaw hurt, but he knew he'd be fine. All that mattered was this, being their good toy, letting them use him in whatever way they desired. And so, he let the nightmare grind against his mouth, hands holding his head in a vice grip, its strange sounds growing louder and louder above him as he desperately licked at its throbbing clit, moaning at the taste, eyes rolled back as the creature rubbed his cocks against his flushed face.

'Cum, cum, cum, please~!' He desperately pleaded, tongue stuck out as he finally pushed the nightmare over the edge.

In the blink of an eye, his face was covered in its juices, the nightmare howling in pure delight as it came, before Adam quickly followed suit. One cock splattered its load across his face, while the other was pushed between his lips, dumping shot after shot of its seed down his throat, a low groan leaving him as his balls were finally emptied. And once they were done, Hyde swallowed whatever his outstretched tongue caught, a pleased sigh leaving him as he finally relaxed in the chains: panting, gasping, sweating, before happily licking his lips clean. The mess they'd left spread down his neck, splattering upon the floor, while some of it stuck to the blindfold and clung to his hair. And yet, Hyde simply smiled up at the two of them.

"An excellent performance." Lanyon suddenly chimed in, his voice cutting through the silence, before his shoes clicked across the floor. "Now, give them your thanks for touching you."

"Thank you~" Hyde softly said, voice raspy as it left his thoroughly fucked throat.

The chill and warmth of Adam and the nightmare's bodies faded, though not before the former planted a kiss upon his cheek. But then they returned to their fellow monstrosities, while his face became contorted by pain and pleasure. He could feel every throb and every pulse of his ignored dick, left dripping and aching in that accursed ring. If it were removed, even for just a second, he knew that the smallest touch would've been enough to drive him over the edge. But Lanyon didn't care, instead continuing to praise and tease him, speaking like the ringmaster of a perverted circus as he walked around his hanging form.

His shoes clacked rhythmically against the floor, moving in time with his heartbeat. His voice rose and fell in volume as he passed his head, fingers ghosting through his hair and down his back. Then, he stopped, and a second later, he felt the softness of Lanyon's gloves upon his thighs; caressing up and down; spreading heat along his skin. He sighed, delighted by his touch, before Lanyon's hands found their way to his arse, ripping a long moan from his lips as he groped and parted his cheeks, fingers digging into his skin.

Then, he felt it, his clothed cock pressing against his arse. The friction of tented fabric brushing against his bare skin brought a delirious smile to Hyde's flushed face.

"You want this, don't you?" Lanyon coaxed, and before he had finished speaking, Hyde enthusiastically nodded his head. At that, Lanyon let out a low chuckle of amusement.

"Eager, are we? Are you that needy~? Are you going to beg for me, like a good little whore~?" He taunted, Hyde eagerly moaning in agreement. A deep laughter reached his ears, before he felt Lanyon's concealed cock grinding slowly against his arse, pulling more sounds from his throat. "You can't even think straight. All you can think about is how much you want to be defiled by these monsters, by me~"

"Yes~ Please~"

"Please, what? You'll have to speak up if you want this~" Lanyon probed, slowing his thrusts down to an agonizing crawl. As expected, Hyde immediately obeyed.

"Please~! Please fuck me~! I want your cock, please, please give me your cock~! Fuck me, use me, just please put it inside me~!" He cried out, almost weeping in desperation from all the torturous teasing.

There was no reaction. No sound, no movement. Nothing. That was, however, until a sudden burst of laughter came from behind him, which faded into a long and pleased sigh. Then, without a word, Lanyon pulled away, leaving him to whine and whimper. He laid there, momentarily wounded, before his body suddenly jolted to life from the familiar bite of clamps squeezing his nipples, tearing a loud cry from his thoroughly fucked throat.

"You certainly sound like a whore. So desperate for attention." Lanyon noted, then once again squeezed his already sore buds. "And you look the part up here, all messy and flushed. But back there still needs a little more attention, don't you agree~?"

Now, his voice was soft, and his fingers gently gripped his chin, lifting his veiled gaze. Immediately, Hyde moved into his touch, nodding in agreement. He would happily take anything, if it meant getting closer to that monster of a cock.

"Good boy. Such a very good boy." Lanyon cooed down to him, hand now stroking Hyde's cheek. It lingered for a moment, before he inevitably pulled away. Then, as he stepped aside, he uttered one single command. "One of you, fuck him and be quick about it."

With that, Lanyon snapped his fingers and, once more, Hyde felt his limbs be manipulated by the chains; turning him around until his chest was pointing skyward. His legs and arms were lifted high, before the former were spread apart and the latter were pressed flush against his sides. Now, in this position, his head was craned back, perfectly positioned for anyone to make use of. A delighted smile spread across his face at the thought, lips parting and tongue dipping out in anticipation. But, instead of a warm cock or a wet cunt, a thick wad of soft fabric was suddenly shoved into his mouth; muffling a surprised 'Hmm?!', eyes wide behind the blindfold, though he made no attempt to spit it out.

"This hole is mine." Lanyon whispered to him, voice a deep growl in his ear. Hyde could only nod before he walked away again.

Peaking through the bottom of the blindfold, he caught a glimpse of a nightmare stomping its way around to his unprotected arse, its large form sending a shiver of anticipation up Hyde's spine. It wasn't much of a sight to behold, no thanks to the thin line of vision he had, but his mind eagerly filled in the gaps. Then, as his body was consumed in shadow, two pairs of hands gripped his hips and grabbed his sides; holding him tightly in place. But, though he could feel its claws digging into his skin and its dick pressing forcefully against his hole, he eagerly awaited the moment that it broke through; moans quietened by the makeshift gag. Then, its bulbous head popped inside him, slowly stretching open his tight wet hole as he cried out, muscles tensing up.

'Yes~! Shove it in~! Give it to me, please~!'

Luckily for him, the nightmare showed no mercy as it thrusted itself deeper and deeper into his arse, tearing moans and cries from him, drool staining the gag as his eyes rolled back; face consumed by pure bliss. Soon, its abdomen was slapping against his butt, legs trapped against its body as it watched him writhe upon its cock, unable to escape as it fucked him harder and faster and deeper, skin violently smacking against skin. Its sounds grew louder, its grip tightening around his lanky legs as he laid there; drooling and moaning like a mindless toy. But, the entire time, his prick was left untouched; bouncing on his stomach, useless and aching, its precum painted across his blushing skin.

With every thrust, it felt as if the air were being knocked out of him, his moans becoming cries of ecstasy as it slammed its cock into his prostate. But it all came out the same: muffled and incomprehensible, while he heard the nightmare clear as day, grunting above his trembling form; fucking without mercy, hips snapping violently against his arse.

'It's going...so fast~ Fuck, fuck, it's going...to fucking break me~' Hyde thought, vision blurred by tears as heat and pressure mounted within his abdomen.

But, even as his cheeks became bruised, a painful burn dancing beside pleasure, it refused to stop. It was utterly enraptured in his tight warmth, just as much as Hyde was now lost in the ferocity of its cock. To simply remain in that moment would have been as close to heaven as he'd ever get. Meanwhile, the nightmare let out grunts and groans of animalistic delight, fucking as if it were balls deep in a vagabond's snatch.

Hyde could feel his mind go completely blank, words of need and lust unspoken as he moaned and sobbed and drooled, a pair of its hands now groping his body: squeezing his soft sides, caressing his arched back, toying with his sensitive chest. All he could feel was pain and pleasure, all he could hear was his own muffled voice, needy and weak, the sound of hips snapping against his rear as all he felt was the nightmare's cock pounding his arse without a care in the world. Then, Lanyon's voice came through the fog.

"This is what you wanted, right~? To be taken apart by these monsters~ To let them have their wicked way with you~ Ravish your body~ Fill you with their seed~" Lanyon taunted between heavy breaths, his eyes devouring his writhing body. He was getting off to this. It was so ungentlemanly of him, yet neither could bring themselves to care. For now, Hyde simply smiled; delighted by the attention, his body tightening around the nightmare as those lustful words reached his ears, more moans filling his throat.

Suddenly, the nightmare's movements lost their rhythm- what little they had -and so with a few erratic, stuttering thrusts, it grasped his shoulders, buried itself to the hilt, then with an inhuman noise, it finally came. Hyde stiffened, his hole gripping its cock for dear life, tears rolling down his face as a single overjoyed cry escaped him. He could feel each load flowing through the shaft, caressing his walls before being splattered across his abused prostate. It must have waited a long time to let off some steam, because he could already feel its cum oozing out, unable to be contained as it dropped load after load into his waiting hole. Thus, it quickly pulled out, and as Hyde whined in disapproval, it shot the rest of its release all over his body, howling as it ejaculated across Hyde's stomach, chest and face, while he happily took it: moaning, cheeks flushed, body trembling, hundreds of eyes on him.

When it stopped, the makeshift gag was removed. Gasping loudly, Hyde tried to catch his breath, tears rolling down his cheeks, his entire body still shaking from head to toe. He could feel its seed sticking to his skin, warm and thick, next to the pool of precum his useless prick had made, yet as his tongue slipped out to snag some of the nightmare's fluids, he couldn't bring himself to care, moaning at its taste, the thickness, before he grinned and then slowly swallowed it.

"Thank you for fucking me." He playfully said, smiling even as the nightmare walked past him. A good shag should never go unappreciated, he thought.

A moment later, the chains around his ankles grew lax, before his legs were dropped, making him gasp as he swung back and forth, held up only by the chain which was wrapped tightly around his chest and arms. His head turned this way and that, eyes instinctively searching for Lanyon as footsteps drew closer to him.

When they stopped, Lanyon's hands were upon him, slowly running themselves up and down his body, admiring his work. Hyde sighed, lips parting, head tilted ever so slightly back; exposing his throat, which Lanyon pressed kisses along; making his way to the smaller man's mouth.

"I think you deserve a treat, don't you~?" He whispered, his deep and seductive voice embracing Hyde with its warmth. With a hasty nod, he agreed. "Very good~"

As lips were pressed, warm and unrelenting against his own, Hyde could feel Lanyon's arms wrapping tightly around his body, hands grabbing at his arse; lifting him up and then pulling him flush against Lanyon's still fully clothed body. He gasped, fingers itching to return his lustful touch, though unable to do much of anything while Lanyon could do anything and everything to him. Thus, he simply kissed back: desperate and sloppy, both of them panting each time they broke for air.

"Hold onto me." Lanyon suddenly commanded. Hyde let out a noise, confused by his words, before he quickly locked his legs around his waist, feet digging into the small of his back.

All of a sudden, the chains slithered down his arms, cold metal soothing his hot, sweat stained skin, before clawing around his wrists and lifting them up; suspended together above his head. It didn't pull against his hands like the strings on a puppet, allowing Lanyon to slowly lower the both of them onto the floor.

"Good boy~" He purred, a smirk in his voice. Hyde smiled, then sighed as he was sprawled across the cold floor, legs still wrapped around Lanyon's waist.

Once his body touched the ground, Lanyon began to touch him again: sliding his hands down his thighs, caressing his sides and stroking his chest. His legs shook with anticipation, heat trailing beneath Lanyon's fingers. He was going to fuck him, right in front of all these monsters, take him as he'd done many a time before. The thought tore a moan from his lips, before more sounds swiftly followed, for as he touched him, he felt Lanyon's lips be pressed against his throat, kissing his flushed skin.

He was pushing down upon him, his fully clothed body now pinning him to the floor, the smell of sex and perfume hanging thick in the air. He was completely at his mercy, utterly subservient to Lanyon's every desire. And he wanted more. So, when teeth were dragged along his neck, slowly digging into his skin, he couldn't stop a sound- a mix of a moan and a sob -from escaping his lips.

"Please, stop teasing me~ Please, Robert~ I need you~" He begged between small sobs, grinding and humping up into the other man.

At that, Lanyon paused, lifting his head up and away from his neck. He could feel him staring, taking in his blushing face, tear stained cheeks, disheveled hair and wet lips. Then, he pulled back, Hyde's eyes peeking beneath the blindfold just in time to watch as Lanyon- with shaking hands -undid his trousers.

His heart skipped a beat, eyes widening as butterflies fluttered inside his stomach. It was happening, it was finally happening! He could feel his cheeks burning, mouth watering at the sound of shuffling fabric, then, before his very eyes, Lanyon pulled out his long, throbbing, cock. The shaft was curved, the head glistening with precum, while his balls hung: big and heavy, beneath his impressive member. Hyde couldn't help but lick his lips, imagining how they'd feel in his mouth, body trembling in anticipation.

"Enjoying the view, are we~?" Lanyon teased as he stroked his cock. "Cheeky little harlot, you're not supposed to look~"

Hyde happily nodded, a small chuckle escaping him before his legs were suddenly lifted up and onto Lanyon's shoulders. Then, with one hand gripping his hip and the other wrapped around his cock, he began to push. Hyde bit his lip, unable to tear his gaze away even as he felt the familiar pressure of penetration against his abused hole. He begged for him to push harder, to bury himself deep inside his perverted body, until with a cry of pure joy, he felt the head break into him.

"Yes~! Give me your cock, please~! I need it~!" He moaned, a smile upon his face.

Thankfully, the nightmares had already done most of the work, so it wasn't long before Lanyon was sheathed- comfortably and fully -inside him, a groan of satisfaction escaping him. Hyde could only lay there: eyes rolled into his head and back arching off the floor, moaning at how full he felt. He almost wanted to stay like that, impaled upon Lanyon's wonderful cock, feeling the head rub against his prostate with every little movement he made; a happy cock-sleeve for the man. But, he also wanted to be fucked, wanted to be dominated, robbed of all sense and seed until his body finally gave out.

Nothing happened. He had stopped moving.

Hyde pouted, then whined when that did nothing. Did he think he was fragile, after all he had witnessed?! He tried to look up, tried to catch a glimpse of the other man's face, yet from where he laid, it was impossible. Thus, he quietly looked down again, yet now, he could feel Lanyon's fingers lazily stroking his skin, soothing the bruises which the nightmares had left behind. He could feel his gaze taking him in; eating him up, finding every delectable detail dotted across his body.

"They stood out upon his skin as well. Like paint upon a beautiful canvas." He absentmindedly uttered. Hyde blinked, lips parting to speak, before Lanyon grabbed his hips, gripping them until his fingers left their own mark.

His small slither of vision darkened, Lanyon's perfume growing stronger until, without warning, he was kissing him. It was soft, passionate, yet there was no doubt that he was in control. He coaxed his mouth open with ease, his tongue guiding Hyde's own in a sensual display of power; muffling every sound that tried to escape. It felt strangely...familiar.

The gentle locking of lips, the dancing of tongues that Lanyon commanded, the gasps of air shared between kisses. He only wished that his hands could hold his head, let his fingers get lost in the other man's well kept hair. Later, he promised.

When they parted, saliva still connecting their lips, Hyde could feel the warmth of Lanyon's breaths against his flushed face. His half lidded eyes stared upwards as he panted, chest slowly heaving up and down. He knew he was there, could see the smirk on his wet lips, those smouldering eyes gazing at him with a mix of amusement, lust and cruelty. He knew exactly what he was doing to him.

"Now I see why they like you~" He purred, low and whispered. "A youthful, lithe body, a tight arse and a pretty face. Oh the mess I'm going to make of you, my little whore~"

"Yes~ I'm yours~ Take me, please~"

With those words, Lanyon obliged. And like the cracking of a whip, he quickly pulled back, then immediately thrusted forward; driving his cock deeper; slamming into Hyde's prostate with a long moan, while Hyde's head was thrown back, a delighted cry ripped from his throat. His entire face practically lit up, stars dancing through the darkness as blissful pleasure took over, barely able to think as Lanyon pounded into him, each thrust more powerful than the last, sending jolt after jolt of arousal into him. He was merciless in his fucking, hands pushing down upon his chest, keeping him in place as he writhed around his cock.

The thud of skin punching skin, their grunts, groans, moans and cries, the faint rattling of chains, all of it drowned out the rest of the world. Now, he could see him, could see Lanyon staring down at him, a charming smirk pulling at his lips as he fucked him with that thick dick; stuffing him to the brim; removing all coherent thoughts from his mind. They had barely begun, yet there he laid; tongue dangling from his mouth, lips permanently agape and eyes rolled back, once again overcome by lust.

All of a sudden, Lanyon's thrusts slowed, his cock sliding in and out at a leisurely pace as Hyde let out a long whine. He squirmed beneath Lanyon's hands, desperately trying to push down onto his dick, but to no avail. He could feel it teasing every nerve that it slowly brushed against, yet such friction only swayed back and forth away from a release he couldn't have. Thus, he pouted, then began to whimper, a mutt desperate for its owner's attention.

"Oh don't be like that, I know you can take a little more teasing." Lanyon playfully scolded, then pulled at Hyde's nipples. He gasped, before continuing to whimper and whine. He wanted more pain, more pleasure. Why would he behave if being naughty was so much more rewarding?

The room darkened again, yet this time, he could feel Lanyon's hands caressing up his arms, reaching for his own. He then intertwined their fingers, body laid flat upon him as his breaths brushed over his left ear; sending a shiver down his spine as he let out a breath he'd unknowingly held in.

"Such a needy little brat~" He purred. "You want to come, don't you~?"

Hyde hastily nodded, moaning as that big cock struck his prostate. Then it slowed again.

"Well, you better start acting like it~ Be a good boy for your master~ Let me fuck you, make you feel so good, without anymore complaining~" Lanyon commanded, voice penetrating his mind. It made him shiver with excitement, eyes rolling back as the words echoed in his mind. "Am I being understood, harlot~?"

"Yes~ Yes, I'll be good, master." He breathed, a small smile on his flushed face.

With a peck on the cheek, Lanyon began to regain speed, short thrusts pumping faster and faster inside him. Immediately, he squeezed his hands, crying out every time he pushed inside, legs tightening their hold around Lanyon's waist. His mouth hung open, letting him hear every noise that escaped him, features burning knowing full well that Lanyon was watching his face, drinking in his lewd expression. Then he went faster, knocking Hyde's head back; a loud and euphoric shout leaving him as his arse was ruthlessly pummeled into submission. Each time he pushed inside, stretched him open; nightmare seed spilling out, he thanked him, over and over, only stopping as Lanyon began to suck at his neck, decorating his skin with dark hickies for every moan that he coaxed out of him.

Being pinned beneath his second greatest enemy, happily giving himself over to him, felt so free–

Suddenly, while Lanyon pushed deep inside him, a sharp bite pierced the side of his neck, his eyes shooting open as a scream was ripped from his lips, back arching as a mix of pain and pleasure rushed and clashed within him. In that moment, as his body quaked between Lanyon and the cold hard floor, he once again felt something building, heat growing stronger within his abdomen; spreading up towards his poor prick which spilled more precum over his heaving stomach. If that ring could just be loosened, then he could come to his heart's content, finally feel the pressure fade from his form.

It was right there, almost within reach!

Alas, Lanyon denied him once more; pulling out completely, the rest of his body following close behind. Hyde couldn't stop the sob that escaped him: hole squeezing around nothing and hips bucking upwards, trying to grind against him while his legs were still firmly wrapped around his waist. But it was fruitless, for Lanyon simply shuffled backwards out of his hold and out of reach.

"Not yet. You don't…get to come yet. I'm not finished." He chided between heavy pants. Hyde pressed his lips together, quivering as he tried not to pout or complain, before he was suddenly lifted up. He was then turned over and, unceremoniously, returned to the floor. A second later, Lanyon snapped his fingers.

Perking up at the sound, Hyde immediately felt the weight around his wrists vanish. He slowly sat up on all fours, skin sore, feeling slightly bruised.

'He's...letting me move?' He wondered to himself.

Then, he sat up on his knees and gently touched his wrists, his brows furrowed and his lips thinned, head tilted slightly to the side. But, before he could ask, his arse received a swift swatting, making him yelp at the familiar sting which engulfed his skin.

"Come to me, my little whore~" Lanyon purred, though he made no move to pull Hyde towards him.

He blinked. What did he mean by that? Uncertain, he grabbed the first idea his lust drunk mind gave him, then nodded his head. Upon his hands and knees, Hyde slowly backed up, swaying his hips, trying to give the other man as much of a show as possible. Immediately, he felt him staring. Lanyon could see exactly what he'd done to him, how red his arse was, the seed sticking to his thighs, while his hole was stretched and wet. It was so intense, a blush blooming across Hyde's cheeks, when suddenly, Lanyon firmly grasped his rear, holding him in place.

He knew he was right where he wanted him to be, a smile spreading across his face as he was lifted up again. He sighed as he placed upon his knees, his manhandling sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Lanyon pulled him flush against his chest, his head resting upon his shoulder as he was wrapped up in a tight embrace, lips caressing up his neck.

"Spread your legs." Lanyon quickly commanded and Hyde obeyed, opening himself up in the process.

With ease, Lanyon slid back into him, pushing in deep, holding him in place by the hips as they echoed each others' moans. His body quaked, his hole tightening around his thick cock, before Lanyon returned to fucking him; driving in and out without mercy, bruising his sore arse from the force of his thrusts. Heat spread across his body, growing hotter and hotter within his abdomen, while his hands laid flat upon the floor; keeping him upright as sounds of pure bliss spilled from his parted lips.

He could feel Lanyon's hands groping at him, touching every sensitive patch of skin within reach to make him sing. His chest, his sides, his legs, his thighs, each tugging sighs and sobs of joy from him, tears rolling down his face as he begged him not to stop. Then, Lanyon's thrusts stuttered, rhythm becoming lost in the need for satisfaction as he quickened his assault; driving as deep as possible; beating Hyde's prostate into submission. He was going to come, he could feel it!

"Please~! Please cum~! Dump it inside me, please~!" Hyde cried out, almost sobbing out of desperation.

Fingers dug into his thighs, nails scratching his skin as Lanyon's orgasm drew closer. He was grunting and panting, moaning each time he buried himself in Hyde, just as desperate for release as he was. Then, suddenly, he wrapped a hand around Hyde's prick, a sharp gasp escaping him, eyes wide as a whimper immediately followed. Lanyon squeezed the shaft, stroked it, trying to milk his drooling dick as needy whines and tearful whimpers escaped him.

"Does my little whore want me to take this off~?" Lanyon whispered into his ear, slowing his thrusts as his fingers brushed over the metal ring. Hyde feverishly nodded, whining. "Of course you do. But this needs to go first."

A second later, the blindfold was pulled down his face, leaving his vision to be overtaken by the faint blue light of the room. He blinked, while the fabric was now hanging around his neck. Then, Lanyon pulled on it, silently demanding his attention.

When Hyde turned his head, he saw dark eyes sizing him up, freckled cheeks covered by a lustful flush. He couldn't look away, biting his lip as their gazes met.

"Much better." Lanyon noted with a smirk.

Finally, the ring relaxed, before sliding up and off his prick, making him gasp as cold metal caressed his sensitive shaft. A few seconds later, he heard it clatter upon the floor.

As realisation hit him, he stared down at himself, eyes wide, before Lanyon turned his head back to him, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. All of Hyde's thoughts fell to the wayside, while he quickly slipped a hand into the other man's hair; gripping his curls as their tongues began to dance. They groaned and panted, lips breaking for air, before they were once again locked. Then, as if to pry his mouth open, Lanyon wrapped his hand around his prick, stroking and squeezing the shaft as if moulding clay; plucking moan after delighted moan from Hyde's mouth while he bucked upwards into his touch.

He could feel Lanyon's other hand in his hair, holding his head in place as his tongue dominated his mouth, eyes rolling back into his head. He was right there, mere inches away from release, tears rolling down his cheeks from how sensitive his sex had become. But he held back. It felt too good to end, not while his master remained unsatisfied by his body.

When Lanyon pulled on his hair, separating their lips, Hyde couldn't stop himself from moaning. It hurt, but the way that hand commanded him, puppeting his body, made his prick throb.

"You make such lovely sounds~" Lanyon teased, smirking. He stared at Hyde, taking in the mess he'd caused, then licked his lips. "If only you could see yourself. Flushed cheeks wet with tears~ Kiss bruised lips stained with spit and seed~ Your eyes begging me, pleading with me to fuck you~"

Hyde could only stare, lips parted, speechless under Lanyon's hungry gaze. His prick throbbed once more, which made Lanyon's smirk curl up into a grin.

"Well~? Do you want me to fuck you~?"

"Yes~" Hyde breathlessly answered.

In an instant, Lanyon thrusted into him, a long moan leaving Hyde as the other man's cock hit his prostate. But now, he could see his face, could see his focus, how his features hardened as he fucked him. He panted, arm wrapping itself tightly around his body; holding him tight, while he continued to jerk him off. He was getting faster, intent upon finishing, hand pumping up and down in time with his thrusts. The stimulation of his hole, how full he felt, beside the friction of that warm glove caressing his dick, he could barely keep it together, moaning and weeping as he writhed in Lanyon's lap.

He pounded into him, wet slaps echoing in his ears one after the other, sounds of pleasure growing louder and louder, before with a relieved groan, Lanyon buried himself deep inside him. An ecstatic cry escaped Hyde's lips, his back arching, head thrown back as Lanyon dumped his thick load into him, filling his hole to the brim, their bodies trembling as, at the same time, Hyde finally came with a joyful mix of a moan and a sob, seed spilling across the floor as it rocketed from his prick. But Lanyon was unsatisfied, his hand still stroking him through his orgasm, pushing him over the edge a second time, a pained moan leaving him from how sensitive the shaft had become.

'Fuck~ He's...milking me~ It's...too much~!'

After one final orgasm, Lanyon stopped, leaving Hyde to rest his head upon his shoulder: panting and gasping, a white trail trickling down his chest, sweat staining his slumped body. But, he wasn't the only one who was drained, since he could hear Lanyon's heavy breathing, could see his hair clinging to his forehead while his cheeks darkened, seemingly taken off guard by what had just occurred.

The smell of sweat and cum was fresh in the air, heat radiating off of their bodies, chests rising and falling. But, though the two of them were drained, Lanyon's cock was still sheathed deep inside him, keeping it warm. Hyde certainly wasn't complaining though, being filled to the brim by a cock as good as that was all but welcomed after almost a week of nothing. Thus, he stayed, a smile upon his face, while Lanyon kept his arm wrapped around him, their bodies still pressed flush against one another.

For a minute, maybe more, both of them were silent.

Eventually, Lanyon regained his composure, heavy breaths ceasing as he shifted behind Hyde. Then, he slowly pulled out, gaze fixed upon the small rivers of his own seed which spilled from Hyde's abused hole, a small groan escaping him as it brushed against his walls, before his arse tightened; squeezing around nothing. He cursed beneath his breath as cum still dripped from his hole, a low chuckle reaching Hyde's ears. Then, Lanyon removed his hand from Hyde's prick and patted his sore rear, making him whimper as his cum was now splattered across the sore skin of his arse cheek.

"Good boy." He praised, a slight rasp to his deep voice, his hand rubbing his rear. Then, he rested his head in the crook of Hyde's neck, kissing his blushed covered skin. "Does it feel good, knowing my seed is now inside you~?"

'Cheeky bastard.' Hyde thought, gritting his teeth as, from the corners of his eyes, he glared at him. 'Just because you were fun...and extremely hot...and have a great cock...'

A second passed. Then, his face went completely pink. Quickly, he scoffed at Lanyon's words, rolling his eyes even as he made no move to stand out of his hold.

"Piss off, posh boy." He snarled, sounding as uninterested as one could possibly be.

However, Lanyon was unfazed. Thus, when Hyde saw the other man's hand reaching for his prick, he could only watch with barely concealed curiosity as his fingers caught some of his cum, then brought it up to his face. He stared, eyes following his cum as it slid over Lanyon's glove, drops of it clinging to the ends of his fingers. Though he did nothing at first, it wasn't long before the musky smell invaded his senses, softening his features until his lips slowly parted; letting him slide those cum stained fingers into his mouth.

"You can't lie to me, Eddie~ You want this~" Lanyon whispered into his ear, before biting the lobe and pushing his fingers deeper into his mouth, moving until they touched the back of his tongue, his knuckles brushing against Hyde's lips.

Hyde gagged and moaned, bloodshot eyes rolling back into his skull, glazed over by fresh tears. He was right. He wanted this, wanted so much more than this. Had the lack of connection truly left him this needy? Almost instantly, the thought faded when, with little effort, Lanyon moved him onto his leg, spreading his own in the process as he gasped around the other man's fingers.

"Clean them~" He commanded as his other hand caressed his thigh.

Eagerly, Hyde obliged: licking and sucking, lewd sounds muffled by Lanyon's fingers as drool spilled from the corners of his mouth, lips now wet with cum and spit as he hummed at the former's taste. A few seconds later, he was bobbing his head up and down, relaxing his jaw as he worked his mouth around those fingers like they were Lanyon's thick cock. Immediately, he moved in rhythm with him, eyes taking in Hyde's blushing face as he fucked his mouth, heavy breaths brushing against Hyde's cheek.

Pleased by this, Lanyon yanked them out, a line of spit dangling between his fingers and Hyde's tongue. He then pressed a kiss to his cheek, before beginning to remove the makeshift blindfold from around his neck. Hyde sat there, panting softly, tongue dangling between his lips as he caught his breath, his now flaccid prick stirring slightly between his thighs. Then, he felt the fabric loosen, brushing along his skin as Lanyon pulled it away. Hyde touched his neck, wincing as his fingers found the marks that Lanyon, Adam and the nightmares had all given to him at one point or another. In the rush of lust and need and excitement, he hasn't fully realised they were there.

'So many bites~' He thought with a smirk.

"Can you hold out your hands, Eddie?" Lanyon asked, though it came out less like a question and more like an order. His voice was once again firm, unwavering, yet also teasing and amused as he said 'Eddie'.

Hyde raised a brow. What was he up to now? Dramatically, he huffed and rolled his eyes, before slowly lifting up his hands; holding them out in front of him. A few seconds later, his question was answered as Lanyon reached around him and- using what Hyde could now see was his own cravat -wrapped it around his wrists. He silently watched, mildly impressed by Lanyon's knotting as a small bow was placed atop his now restrained limbs.

"Perfect. Now then, what to do with you next?" Lanyon openly wondered, hands now resting upon Hyde's legs. He absentmindedly stroked, getting dangerously close to his soft dick. Hyde waited with baited breath, heart pounding in his ears, until finally, with a smirk in his voice, he said. "I think it's time that I re-introduced you to your better half~"


To Be Concluded...