Jekyll 2 -- The Creepy Katherine Thing, unfinished

[A Moment In Subtext]

Here's what I have of my part of this. I'm working on the rest.

"Better hurry, daddy. Here I come," the voice whispered in his ear -- in his head -- practically purring, as he locked the remaining restraints into place. He reached for the keypad but his fingers didn't quite arrive. His left arm went completely numb; he started at it in rising horror. "Too late, daddy," the voice giggled. The hand that wasn't his slid out of the loose restraint and waved in front of his face. "Look what I can do, daddy. Just one arm. Aren't you pround of me?"

"This isn't funny," he said, trying to keep his voice from wavering.

"You don't know the half of it," the voice said. He could almost feel the slow grin spread across Hyde's face. "Did you know I'm left-handed? How very fortunate."

A trickle of fear ran down his spine as the implication sank in. "No!"

"You're not the boss of me!" Hyde snapped. Not-his hand rested on his stomach, body heat seeping through the fabric of his shirt. He tried to jerk away, but the chair was built to resist him -- of course it was, he'd designed it for a super man. "Are you afraid of me, daddy? I'm not going to hurt you." That had was working it's way under his shirt.

"Stop this!" he said. "Stop it right now!"

"Why should I?" Hyde demanded, ranning his fingers though the light dusting of hair on Tom's chest. He tapped his knuckles on the back of the buckle holding them in place. "This is almost inconvenient, daddy."

"Don't-" he started, then broke off when not-his thumb brushed over a nipple, the sensation nearly overwhelming him.

"Did I forget to mention?" Hyde asked. "I've got control of your endorphins." He continued molesting Tom's chest with gentle precision; Tom squirmed, unable to ignore his body's reaction to the contact. "Oh, poor daddy. Feels good, doesn't it?" Tom made a small, helpless noise. "Tell me, doesn't it feel good, daddy?"

"You know how it feels," Tom said though gritted teeth.

"I want to hear you say it. Just one word, yes or no." Tom whimpered. "Yes or no."

"Yes," he gasped, and not-his hand stopped.

"Good daddy," Hyde said, his hand trailing down over their stomach. Tom shuddered, unable to get away. That hand slowly undid his beslt and trousers.

"Don't," he protested weakly.

"You really need to relax. Don't fight me!" he snapped, pinching Tom's hip and finally succeeding in tugging their pants down.

"Don't-"

"Shh. Hush," Hyde whispered, running a single finger along the length of their cock; it twitched.

"Please, don't-"

"I. Said. Quiet!" He wrapped his fingers around their cock and gave it a couple experimental strokes, chuckling as it leapt to life in his hand. "So much for your objections."

"Fuck!"

"Now there's an idea," Hyde purred.

Pure, cold terror washed over him; all the colour drained out of his face. "You can't," he breaked, shaking too hard to even attempt to struggle.

"No," Hyde agreed. "But for one second, just one second, you really thought I could. Mm, you just can't buy that kind of adrenaline. Tasty." He giggled and resumed stroking the cock in his hand. Tom moaned helplessly, his back arching involuntarily, and flushed.

"Oh my, daddy, are you ashamed of us? I don't see why. After all, it's been so very, very long since you've been touched like this, hasn't it?" Tom's blush deepened. "I'm going to drive you crazy, daddy," he sing-songed.

"Don't do this."

"Say please."

"Please."

"Not good enough," he snapped. "Too bad, so sad. Moving on! Do you know how the average human animal copes with rape?"

"No," Tom protested.

"It retreats into itself. Hides in the deep, dark corners of the mind and waits for it to be over. But you, daddy, if you do that... here I am."

"No."

"Yes! Besides, this isn't really rape, is it? After all, it's my cock too."

"It doesn't work like that." He squirmed futily, trying to get away.

"I say it does," Hyde said, slowing the pace of his strokes. "And I'm pretty sure I'm in charge here."


Tate: I can't edit my part of this until I know how your part ends.
Clary: I know. I'm working on it.
Tate: Work faster.
Clary: Don't you have moving to do?
Tate: Pretty much done. Seriously, where's the rest of this.
Clary: Fine. I'm typing it.

[A Moment In Subtext]

"Just stop," he begged, desperate. "You don't have to do this."

Hyde paused his ministrations and released their cock, letting his fingers rest on their thigh. "I know," he said. "But it's so much fun." He curled his fingers, brushing lightly over skin. "I can feels everything, daddy. It's intoxicating."

"I thought you'd changed."

"Change nearly cost me my life!" he shouted.

Hyde's fingers stroked their balls lightly, teasing. He grabbed their cock again, just this side of too rough; Tom nearly sobbed. "Hold on for the ride, daddy."

"Stop this. You stop it right now or-"

"Or what?" Hyde flicked his thumb over the head of their cock and Tom's whole body twitched. "What could you possibly do to me?"

"Please let me go."

"Oh, I don't think so." He began to stroke again, harsh and fast. "You can scream if you want," he offered. "I won't mind, promise. I might even like it."

"Never," he spat, trying to stifle a moan; his body betrayed him.

Hyde chuckled. "Good to know you still have your convictions."

"We can come to an agreement. We did it before. Please. Just tell me what you want."

He paused, then resumed gentler than before. "Oh, daddy. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I thought you knew. I want you to suffer. I want you to beg me to let you -- no, to make you come. I want to destroy you." He twisted his wrist. "But we don't have time for that today." Tom gasped, his toes curling. Their balls drew up. "See you soon, daddy."

Then Tom's arm was his own again. The fingers curled around his cock was his own. The final tug that brought him off was his own.

He couldn't help himself.

As soon as he regained the strength, he wiped his hand off and tore himself out of the chair. He'd barely gone two steps before his knees gave out and his was sick on the floor.

That was where Katherine found him not ten minutes later.

End part one