I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, this is probably the most miserable chapter yet. Gahhh whyyyyyyyyyyy. It gets better, I promise I promise I promise.
Sebastian's stomach turned in loathing as Jim kissed him, then headed upstairs. "Jim wants his food in his office," he said, glad to be in the safety of Jim's bedroom. "John, I tried to smooth things over, but I don't think it went very well. Just...be on your toes, all right?"
John looked up from where he was kneeling in front of one of the cases, unpacking and putting away Jim's things. He nodded, more to calm his own nerves than to acknowledge that he'd heard and understood. He swallowed and pushed himself to his feet.
When John left for the dining room, he dished up Jim a plate of the food,
which he was rather proud of, placed it on a tray, poured a glass of wine, and then went to Jim's office. "Master? May I come in?"
"Yes, come in," Jim said, his eyes fixed on the footage, flicking over several different cameras' footage of events at once. "Were you a good boy while I was gone, Johnny?"
'Yes, master,' he mumbled as he made his way in and set the tray on the table. "I did as many chores as I could."
"As many as you could? Is that the truth, Johnny-boy?" Jim asked, his dark eyes flitting away from the screen to fix on John as he stood up from his chair. "If I watch this footage, will I see you toiling sleeplessly to finish my list, or will I find you indulging in personal luxuries like eating or having a lie-down?!" He was advancing on John now, a cold smile on his lips, and fury etched in his voice.
"I..." John felt his heart starting to hammer and took a step back as Jim moved closer, "I-I needed to eat and sleep, master," he stuttered, taking another step backwards, holding his hands out, defenselessly.
Jim seized John's face, squeezing it painfully, and forced John's head up to look at him. "Oh, Johnny, Johnny. I'm not an idiot," he cooed as if talking to a five-year old, then he voice dropped a reptilian seethe. "I know humans need sleep and sustenance to keep going, and I intend to keep you going, Johnny darling, but I devised that list so that it could be completed within the time frame provided, allowing for six hours of sleep a night and thirty minutes a day for eating." He smiled down at John, still clenching his face tightly. "AM I NOT GENEROUS?" he yelled suddenly into John's face.
John flinched and jerked away, his eyes wide as he stumbled backwards. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, master! Please! I tried! Sebastian wanted me to run errands—didn't he tell you?" John asked, desperately hoping that Jim would be a bit more understanding.
"Oh, yes, he told me," Jim said, still acting as though he were talking to a simpleton. "Perhaps I didn't make it clear enough, Johnny. He's Sir and I'm Master. Which one do you suppose outranks the other?"
John took another step backwards. "I'm sorry! You weren't here!"
"You won't be making that mistake again, though, will you, Johnny? I'll remind Sebastian as well. Seems he needs a reminder that he is still my subordinate. I'm going to watch these tapes, John. Very very carefully. If they all come out squeaky clean and I see that you worked your very hardest, I'll go easy on you tonight. If not..." his eyes went dark, then he grinned. "Well. If not, then you'll find it even harder to do your chores, after the amount of pain and humiliation I'll make you endure tonight. Now off you pop to do those dishes." He sat back in his chair and turned his attention back to the screens.
John's stomach dropped and his throat swelled in nerves and fear. He found it hard to breathe. "Yes, master," he said, fighting to keep his voice even before he turned and hurried back through the door. He kept his eyes on the ground as he moved back to the kitchen to where Sebastian was. John silently glanced over at him, then went to wash the dishes, terrified that Jim would find a slip up.
"Are you all right?" Sebastian whispered in a barely audible voice, never turning his attention away from the drink he was mixing for himself.
John heard him, but didn't respond, too worried that somehow Jim would know.
Sebastian didn't ask again, but merely fixed his drink and sank into a corner chair, sipping his Manhattan with worry. After an hour, Jim came in to find the dishes done and John beginning to clean the vents. "Both of you. In the bedroom. Now. Strip when you get there. I'll be up shortly."
"Yes, master," John mumbled at the floor. He put down the cleaning supplies he was using and hurried up to Jim's room. There hadn't been an incident where both John and Sebastian were told to strip since John's first night. His stomach churned as he climbed the stairs.
Sebastian reached the bedroom and began peeling off his own clothes, unsure of what was coming. He heaped his clothes in the corner, watching John do the same. "John—whatever happens, remember what I said," he muttered. "That I love you."
John just glanced over and gave a small nod, looking back to the floor. He moved by the door, where Jim had previously instructed him to wait on several occasions and sank down onto the floor and sat back on his heels, head bowed as he waited.
Jim strode in with a whip coiled in his hands. Sebastian's stomach turned, and Jim's eyes flicked to John, kneeling in the corner. "Very good, Johnny! Someone's learned," he praised. "I scanned the tapes, and it seems, Johnny boy, that you were a very good boy. Sebby, on the other hand..." he strode over and stroked the whip down Sebastian's face. "Not so obedient. Keeping John from his chores? Letting him out without my permission? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sebastian, tie John up, strappado.." Sebastian's stomach flopped over and he moved to John. "Stand up," he commanded, then grabbed a spreader bar and locked John's ankles in it. He pushed John's ankles apart as far as they would go, so he was standing in an awkward straddle. He pulled John's hands behind his back and bound his wrists tightly, then his elbows, which forced John to bend forward uncomfortably. Sebastian looped a rope through John's wrists and attached it to the hook in the ceiling so that John was forced into a bent-over position, standing with his legs sprawled.
"Gorgeous," Jim said, his eyes feasting on John's vulnerable position. "Gag or no gag? What do you think, Sebastian?" Sebastian looked over at John, thinking it might be more dignified for him if his cries were muffled. "Gagged, definitely," he said. "The slut looks better with something in his mouth." The words felt bitter and wrong on his tongue, but Jim laughed, and soon Sebastian had shoved a ball gag into John's mouth and buckled it behind his head.
John whimpered as the gag was shoved in. He felt vulnerable and horrible. His cheeks burned furiously as he was forced to look down at the ground. His back and shoulders hurt from his arms being so tightly bound behind him. He took several deep breaths through his nose, trying to calm himself to no avail. he wanted to struggle, but he was terrified that he would loose his balance and rip his arms from their sockets, so he stayed still.
"Now, Sebastian," Jim said in his ear. "Stand behind John, and line up your cock with his arse. That's a good boy." Once he'd obeyed, Jim lashed Sebastian's hands in front of him and yanked them up to hook them around the hook on the ceiling, right next to John's hands. He shoved Sebastian's legs apart, then back up with the whip, cracking it hard against Sebastian's skin. Sebastian yelled out in pain and surprise as his skin ripped open, and he thrust against John without meaning to, his cock pushing into John amidst it all. He pulled out as soon as he could, hoping to spare John of any pain he could.
John winced in pain as Sebastian dry thrusted into him and let out a cry into the gag. He could hardly blame Sebastian, though. He had heard the whip and Sebastian's yell. Even though he couldn't really see what was happening, he was fully aware. John hated it. He hated this and he hated Jim. He hated that Jim was forcing Sebastian to unintentionally rape him and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
Jim laughed at John's cry of pain. "See what happens, Sebastian, when you undermine my authority?" Sebastian grunted, sweat running down his forehead. He had already lost his erection. Jim reached around and furiously pumped it, bringing him back to hardness, then lining his cock back up with John's. "You put you and my pet's safety at risk." He cracked the whip down on Sebastian's skin again, and Sebastian yelled out, his wrists twisting in his bindings, slamming into John.
"P-please, Jim, I'm sorry—" he moaned.
John cried into the gag again. It hurt horribly and he could feel tears burning in his eyes. There was nothing he could do though, and so he bit down harder on the gag, willing himself to be okay.
Jim continued to whip Sebastian as Sebastian's cock stayed embedded in John, but eventually Sebastian became too weak to even try to twitch away from the whip's blows. He could feel the blood tricking down his back. He hated what he was doing to John, but he was becoming blinded by pain. He slumped against his restraints, until Jim finally stopped whipping and cut him loose, letting him fall to the floor. "Move over, Sebby, I'll finish the job," Jim said, plastering himself against John, wrapping his arms around John. "Shhhhh, Johnny, did he hurt you? Sssoooo inconsiderate," he cooed into John's ear.
John let out a small whimper as a response. A few tears had dripped from his eyes to the floor. He hurt, but he was sure that Sebastian was far worse off and his eyes flicked over to the slumped figure as Jim pressed against him.
Jim smiled at John's whimper, running his hands down John's back, and kneading at John's arse. "Ohh, Johnnn," he groaned lustily. "I missed being with you, I must admit." Sebastian groaned from the ground, his hands still tied, his back on fire. Jim stuck his two fingers in his mouth, then dug them into John, hooking them deep inside of him. "Ready or not, Johnny...here I come..."
The two fingers were unnecessary. He had already been stretched out from Sebastian and his was now bleeding, which to his horror, ended up being his only lube. John felt the tears come even faster and he tried to move his head away from Sebastian, not wanting him to see. Hopefully Jim would at least be quick about it.
Jim leaned far over to where John was bent as he slowly pushed in. "I vivisected a dog once, John," he crooned into John's ear. "Reminded me of you. So helpless, so desperate. Trying to believe it still had some sort of chance left. Until the knife went in..." he bit John's ear roughly, drawing blood.
The thing that John hated the most was that he agreed with him. He had nothing. Not really. He had Sebastian, sort of, and only when Jim wasn't around. He let out a muffled, choked Sob and let his head droop.
"That's right, Johnny...there's the realization," Jim said, leaning over to stroke John's hair soothingly as he began working in and out of John roughly. Sebastian groaned again from the floor. He had forgotten how the words Jim said were almost as bad as what he did to your body. How he seemed to get inside of your mind and crawl around. He moaned desperately, and Jim kicked backwards, hitting him square in the mouth, which filled with blood. Meanwhile, Jim began thrusting into John harder, sending him rocking in his restraints, straining his shoulders against the ropes. He clutched at John's thighs, digging his nails into the skin. "Ohhh, YES, Johnny!"
John felt numb inside, even though his shoulders and back felt like they were on fire. He wanted this to be over. John stared down at the floor as he felt Jim continuously pounding in to him. John shut out the world around him. He felt himself being rocked back and forth and just couldn't bring himself to do anything. What would he do, anyway? He knew Jim couldn't understand, but all the same, he muttered into the gag, "...Just kill me...please...just kill me..."
Jim slammed into John, his breath growing heavier and his nails digging into John's skin. He finally yanked John's head up toward, yanking it backwards, and leaned down to murmur in John's ear, "You still have a choice, John. Here with me or Bangkok. Put things in perspective and be grateful for my mercy..." He licked up John's ear, then thrust out and in once more until he was balls deep, shuddering as he came into John. Sated, he pulled out, then unhooked John's bound arms, letting him fall forward onto the ground, unable to stop his fall. John landed hard on his chest, knocking his cheekbone against the floor. Jim stepped over him and leaned down to where Sebastian was lying. "You'll be sleeping right where you are tonight," he said. "But don't worry...I've got a blanket to keep you warm." Jim stepped over him and returned with a thick blanket-looking thing. Sebastian squinted up at it, then began squirming away as he saw Jim was wearing gloves to handle it. It wasn't a blanket, it was fiberglass insulation. "Jim—please—" he muttered thickly as Jim set the fiberglass onto the floor and rolled Sebastian onto it. It was painful enough lying on his sore back, but every twitch of movement embedded thousands of tiny glass particles into his back and his wounds, making him sting and itch all over. Jim leaned over him as he cried out in pain and frustration, twitching in torment. "Sebby darling, remember...John is mine. Just because I didn't find proof on the camera doesn't mean I don't know what you're up to. I'd back off, dear, unless you really want to see my wrath." He smiled down at Sebastian and then grabbed Sebastian's cast-off t-shirt, twisting it and using it to gag him tightly. "Good night, boys," he whispered as he crawled into bed, leaving them both in agony on the ground.