Sam Winchester (without a soul)/Lindsey McDonald

[nothisvessel]

Sam Winchester looked around the office disinterestedly, turning in his chair slightly so he could watch the door. He hadn't become the hunter he was by expecting everything to go his way. No, if anything he was used to things going south real quick. Regardless of that fact he was listening to the men in the office with him discuss the contract they had laid out on the desk. He didn't care. He would read over it before he signed anything anyways. Just because he'd never actually made it to law school didn't mean he was naive. No, he intended to make sure they did spring anything nasty on him through this mess.

Sam wasn't in the cage anymore. He'd climbed out the day he'd gone in pretty much. Cas had been there, if only briefly, and had known immediately what he'd done. He'd brought Sam back without his soul. Cas had fled, stating he would do everything he could to reunite them, but he'd warned that Sam's soul would suffer the whole time. That the memories his soul harbored might drive him mad.

Well, Sam was okay without having to deal with that. He'd heard about Wolfram & Hart a while before and knew they were who he needed to see. So thats where he was, sitting in one of their offices. Some guy named Lindsey McDonald who couldn't be older than him. It actually pissed him off. This kid was a lawyer, apparently the best they had, and here was Sam still stuck being a fucking hunter. Fate could eat a dick in his opinion.

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[golden_boytoy]

"Don't worry, sir. I will do my best for Mr. Winchester." Lindsey smiled brightly and dipped his head slightly when the older lawyer clapped him on his shoulder.

Holland turned to Sam next, smiling benignly like an old grandfather.

"Well, it seems like everything is in order, Mr. Winchester. I will leave you to the very capable hands of Lindsey here, one of our youngest and brightest." He clapped Lindsey on the shoulder again. "Lindsey, don't forget to offer our client the full range of our services."

There was a barely perceivable stiffening in the young lawyer's stance, but he smiled back and nodded his head. "Of course, sir. The very best for our clients."

"Good, that's good." Holland smiled in a way that had Lindsey ducking his head again, then let go. "I will leave you two to it. Good night, Mr. Winchester. Lindsey, tomorrow morning." Smiling at them both, that smile never wavered, Holland left Lindsey's office back to the two of them.

Lindsey turned back to Sam and sat back in his seat across from him. "Before we start, can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Tea?"

[nothisvessel]

Sam didn't bother smiling back at the man. Sam didn't like him. Something about the guy made him squirm a bit.

Youngest and brightest. Yeah like that made him feel better. He sneered at Lindsey for a moment, eyes narrowing at him before he noticed the stiffening. His curiosity was piqued then and he leaned forward a bit.

"And what are the full range of services, Mr. McDonald?" He smirked, eyes dark at the implications. Then Lindsey was offering him a drink. He'd heard the reputation this place had and it made him wonder.

"Well, since you people seem so keen on making everyone happy...you happen to have demon blood on hand? Preferably as fresh as possible." The thought of drinking it had him already remembering about the powerful feeling it gave him. He missed it. He missed the feel of power sliding through his veins.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey managed to avoid the question, letting it hang as rhetorical while he continued to give his client his wide smile and nodding his head in the way that showed he wasn't going to take offense. Not that he could, clients were the boss here. Even if they were making his hair stand on end at the back of his neck.

"Of course. Is there a specific species you prefer? Our blood specimens are quite fresh."

Already his hand had reached out to his phone and the finger hovered over the call button, ready to press down as soon as the answer came.

[nothisvessel]

Sam had no problem making Lindsey nervous. He kept his eyes on the lawyer now, watching his every move. "Species? Hmm black eyed? Possess humans...disappear in a cloud of black smoke? Same species as Azazel and Lilith." He had no clue if that would help. He didn't know much about separate species of demons.

He leaned back in his chair, relaxing as he smirked at Lindsey. It was interesting that his previous question had been ignored. He was still interested in finding out the full range of benefits this place offered. Course, if it was anything what he was thinking, and Lindsey's earlier stiffening had given him a pretty good hint, then he would be having some fun tonight.

He let his eyes take Lindsey in for a moment before snorting. He'd love to take the lawyer down a peg, or ya know, ten.

[golden_boytoy]

"I know exactly what you mean," Lindsey answered and pressed on the intercom for his secretary. "Mary, bring in a glass of fresh Hellspawn blood and a coffee for me, thanks."

That over with, he dropped his hand back to the desk and smoothly pushed an open folder with Sam's contract waiting inside.

"It will be here shortly. Meanwhile, why don't we go over the terms that were agreed upon? As stated, Wolfram and Hart will ensure that your soul will be kept clear of your physical body in return for your continued employment as an exclusive hunter on behalf of the firm."

[nothisvessel]

He eyed Lindsey for another moment before reaching out and snagging the folder off the desk. He leaned back in the chair again as he started reading through it slowly. "I was prelaw before I started hunting again so I actually want to read this." He glanced up a moment before looking back down. He fully intended to make sure they hadn't thrown in anything extra.

He read slowly, tapping a finger against the side of the folder. He was obviously still seething. While he had calmed down, something still irked him. Something about knowing this...kid was a top lawyer for one of the oldest law firms in the world...well it didn't settle well for him.

[golden_boytoy]

"Of course. Please." Lindsey waved a hand for Sam to carry on as he wished. "Yes, it was Stanford, I believe?" Lindsey had done his research on this important client. It was meant as small talk, showing an interest in the client to put the other at ease, but Lindsey could only feel more uneasy as he watched Sam read through the contract.

After a while, the door to his office opened and a young lady carried in two cups, a warm blood for Sam and a black coffee for Lindsey. He smiled up at his secretary with a polite 'thank you', then gestured for Sam to his drink.

"See if this is to your tastes?"

[nothisvessel]

"Yes it was Stanford. I had an interview for law school, but...well things got in the way." He mumbled before setting the contract back on the desk. "Everything looks in order here." He picked up the cup, immediately picking up on the scent. He'd always been able to smell it, the power in it.

His jaw worked for a moment before he brought the cup to his lips, downing half of it in one go. He lowered the cup, eyes closing. He groaned softly, licking the blood from his lips before his eyes opened. Something was obviously different with him, power rolled off of him for a moment and his eyes were jet black.

He tilted his head for a moment before smirking. Suddenly the coffee pot Lindsey had exploded, sending liquid and glass shards flying. The shards stopped, falling to the floor abruptly before reaching either of them. "Now, before I sign anything, you're gonna explain what the benefits Mr. Holland was talking about are."

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey flinched slightly when the coffee pot all but exploded to the side, but managed to not appear too startled otherwise. He did look briefly over to the mess as any who was just in the same room as an exploding coffee pot should, but merely made a note to have the service staff clean up after.

He had read in the files that Sam Winchester used to have an addiction to it, but he hadn't expected that sort of reaction to it.

"About that..." He managed to maintain his smile although his demeanor had notably chilled.

From inside his desk, he brought out another folder that held a separate contract. It was a short one, considerably less pages than the one Sam read. In fact, it was barely two pages with very simple terms.

"This would be a bonus for signing the contract... If you're interested."

[nothisvessel]

He smirked, taking the second folder before flipping it open. He read over it, studying it carefully before both his eyebrows rose. Oh well, wasn't this just interesting. "So if I sign both I get you for...what, one night?" He lifted still black eyes to stare intensely at Lindsey. After locking eyes with him, Sam's eyes finally shifted back to their normal hazel.

"So...you're a top lawyer and a glorified whore?" He laughed, the sound cold and sharp. "Oh thats...thats good. Yes. I'll take that bonus then."

[golden_boytoy]

The cringe this time wasn't a physical one, but on an emotional level that couldn't be easily seen. Lindsey breathed in heavily through his nose and folded his hands before him on his large desk, and smiled. What else could he do but smile?

"It is merely a sign of good faith to show how much Wolfram and Hart values our clients. Our sacrifices are made from the very best."

He handed Sam a pen, a special one that would prick the finger upon gripping and draw blood to mix into the ink. That was how Wolfram and Hart sealed their deals, with magics weaved into the contract bound by blood.

[nothisvessel]

Sam wasn't very easily fooled by anything. Most people might not have noticed anything amiss, but Sam could see it in Lindsey's smile. There was a tension there. Lindsey didn't like what he was required to do. Oh that was too delicious.

He took the pen, not even flinching when it pricked his finger. He did look down at it, smirking a bit before signing both contracts quickly. "So, what if I want your...services again? How can that be arranged?" He pushed the contracts across the desk, locking eyes with Lindsey as he finished off the cup of blood.

He groaned softly, lowering his head while licking his lips and setting the cup down on his desk. "Also, where will I stay? If my brother finds me he will try and put my soul back. Then your little contract will be broken. No more top hunter for the firm."

[golden_boytoy]

"Wolfram and Hart can provide a residence for you, that will not be a problem. If you wish, you can stay in this very building, we can provide you with a penthouse suite that has its own elevator access." He paused to draw up several pictures on his computer and swiveled his monitor around for Sam to see. "There will be protection magics in place, of course."

Lindsey wet his lips with some coffee but his mouth only went dryer. "My services," they both knew he wasn't talking about lawyer duties, "are offered as a bonus in certain notable contracts. If you wish for it again, we may negotiate for its repeat after you have done something noteworthy for the firm."

He reached out and closed the contract folders. "I will have these photocopied a version for you."

[nothisvessel]

He tilted his head, looking at the penthouse pictures before nodding. "Yeah I think I can handle that. I'm assuming the penthouses are under surveillance as well, right? I don't care about being watched, but I would like it if I wasn't watched in my bedroom. I do like some privacy." He shifted in his chair slowly.

"So, how does this next bit work? Do I take you somewhere else?"

[golden_boytoy]

"I do not control where are their surveillance but I can direct your request to those above." He put the contracts away and took another sip of his coffee to calm his nerves.

"The suite is ready for you anytime you wish. I can accompany you up or Wolfram and Hart can provide other accommodations to... suit your needs." There were a lot of places in the building, it included dungeons below although Lindsey wasn't going to volunteer that information.

[nothisvessel]

He looked thoughtful for a moment as he eyed Lindsey before nodding. "Alright. I think I'd like something different than my suite. At least for now." He chuckled darkly, standing up and stepping away from the desk. "Lets do this thing then. I could use some...stress relief."

Of course, the way it was said was not very promising. Sam rolled his shoulders, crackling his knuckles before glancing over his shoulder at Lindsey.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey hated this, hated this part of his job, hated how he was forced into this with no choice and have to suffer the pain and humiliation of it. Not only that, they expected him to whore himself out too.

When Sam's back was turned for a short moment, he closed his eyes and pulled himself together. Putting that pleasant lawyer smile back onto his face, he rose too and gestured for Sam to follow him.

"There are a range of available places, all depending on your particular needs. May I inquire to what end you wish to utilize our time together? I can determine what facilities will suit your intentions better."

[nothisvessel]

"Hmm give me a place with a nice big bed and plenty of toys." He wanted to reach out now, catch Lindsey and slam him into a wall right this moment, but he wasn't sure how all that worked. "If I require anything during this time will room service be available?"

He followed after Lindsey, checking him out slowly. "So, tell me my limits here. I got that I wasn't allowed to kill you. Not that I would."

[golden_boytoy]

Of course, this man was a soulless human, little different from a living, breathing vampire. Lindsey should've guessed that would be what he wanted.

In a way, he was relieved. At least he knew where this would go and what to expect.

"Will a California King sized bed be large enough?" Lindsey took them to the elevator and pressed for one of the higher floors. "Our luxury rooms come with a wide range of available equipment, but if you find anything lacking, yes, there is intercom available at all times for you to give specific requests." Knowing Sam's eyes were on him, he couldn't allow himself to cower although that was all he wanted to do.

"What you read on the contract are all the terms there are. We wouldn't impose other limits to hinder our client's enjoyment."

[nothisvessel]

"Cali king sounds perfect." He growled, nodding slowly. Once the elevator doors shut he turned, one hand coming out to easily slam Lindsey against the wall. Had he not been high on demon's blood, he might not have been able to do so quite so easily, but he had enough running through his system at the moment to give him a significant advantage. He pressed against the lawyer, tilting his head back so he could look down at him.

"You're afraid of me." He stated, leaning in close. "Well, you should be. You people make it your job to know everything about your clients...so I know you've probably read everything there is to know about me, well everything they could find anyways. I plan on breaking you. By the time I'm done with you tonight...there will be no walking out on your own. At least if you behave, just go along with it, I might actually let you enjoy some of it."

He bent his head then, latching on to Lindsey's throat and biting down roughly.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey didn't whimper exactly, but he did let out a soft noise when the air went wheezing out his lungs from being slammed against the wall and held there. Even if Sam wasn't a powerful hunter that had demonic powers, just being pinned in place by someone who towered a head over him would be enough to to unnerve him.

Ironically, it was also familiar enough a feeling for him to just stare back up at Sam and maintain that arrogant smile of his. Because like before with Angel, Lindsey refused to let the bully see how afraid he was. Especially not where security cameras were recording.

"Mr. Winchester," he breathed out while his head was pressed against the elevator walls and his throat painfully bitten. "If you can just hold onto your excitement... We will be there momentarily."

True to his words, the elevator slowed and the doors dinged open.

[nothisvessel]

The dinging of the elevator didn't stop him though as he bit harder, drawing blood easily. He licked at it, hmmming against Lindsey's skin as he sucked for just a moment. He pulled back, looking a tiny bit satisfied, even if the arrogant smile on Lindsey's face only served to piss him off more. "What room?" He snapped, fingers tangling in the hair at the base of Lindsey's neck, holding him. Nope, Sam wasn't going to take it easy on the lawyer.

He looked around once they stepped off the elevator, eyes taking it all in before spotting a security camera. He smirked, staring at it for a moment before tugging Lindsey's hair. "Hurry up. I'm going to wipe that arrogant fucking smile off your face, you know. Show you that you're no better than me." He leaned in, voice rasping out against his ear. "By the time I'm done with you...you'll be begging."

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey winced, but his was a gesture of pain and not one of fear. Not that Sam's words hadn't sent a chill shivering down his spine.

"2114," he managed in a soft exhale as he was all but dragged forward by his hair. He didn't bother asking to be released though, he knew that for tonight, very little of what he asked for would happen.

"Door's open, you don't need a key." He did his best to walk or follow. He took the lead from the other man as they traveled down the short hall.

"It's ahead, to the right." And from the sound of it, Lindsey was quite familiar with these rooms up here.

[nothisvessel]

Once at the room, Sam pushed the door open and then pushed Lindsey inside. "Clothes off." He shut the door, locking it behind them. He walked across the room, tugging open the cabinet where he assumed the toys were. He hummed to himself, eyes widening a bit. "Wow they really know how to cover all the bases don't they?"

His eyes studied the toys before pulling down a flogger. He smacked it against his hand lightly, nodding before looking through some more. He snagged a bottle of lube and a ball gag as well.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey personally had a hate for this room, this whole floor really. Nothing nice ever came out of them, but these well stocked rooms were the worst of all.

Stumbling into the large room, Lindsey managed to catch his footing by the bed and obeyed quickly. Wordlessly he stripped himself of his jacket, putting it over the back of a chair then stripping himself of his tie and shirt. He folded them onto the chair as well then started to move onto his pants and shoes.

He didn't look towards Sam exploring the equipment cabinet, he didn't want to see what the hunter was interested in. He paused when he got down to his briefs and socks.

"Do you want me completely naked?" Finally, he looked up to where the hunter was.

[nothisvessel]

He turned his attention back to Lindsey, checking him out and nodding. "Naked. When you're done I want you on your knees over there." He pointed to the middle of the room at an open space. "Back to me. I catch you looking at me? Don't think I won't beat the hell out of you."

He fingered a few more toys before shaking his head. He could always go back and pick out different toys when he was ready for them. He noticed the other stuff too. Herbs, blades, candles. He realized they were for rituals. Damn this place was prepared.

[golden_boytoy]

The contract did say whatever, which meant Lindsey had seen himself made to suffer through his share of rituals as well. Not tonight though, that much was obvious.

Stripping down the rest of his clothing, he put it all onto the bed then walked over to the indicated spot, head down but shoulder tense. He turned around and got onto his knees, but that was when he lifted his head and held it high.

He wasn't looking to Sam, he wasn't disobeying, but he wasn't cowed either. As a matter of fact, he barely stopped himself from making a retort to Sam's threat. Instead, he closed his hands into fists and placed them over his tense thighs as he waited.

[nothisvessel]

Sam watched him with a wicked smile on his face. Lindsey was all tension, that much he could tell from a mile away. It would actually make punishing him that much sweeter. Sam knew how much worse being beaten hurt when you didn't relax. It just meant that he would probably get to beat Lindsey longer.

He moved forward silently, tossing the lube over to the bed before shoving the handle of the flogger into his pocket for the moment. He dropped into a crouch behind Lindsey, chuckling in his ear. "So full of pride. You can hold that head high all you like....just means I get to play harder until you learn your place here."

With a sharp tug, he pulled Lindsey's head back, pushing the gag into his mouth before buckling it behind his head. It kept him from speaking, but it also held his mouth open wide enough that Sam could easily fuck his face without getting bitten. Lindsey could make noise like this, that was it.

[golden_boytoy]

Hearing the other man's approach, Lindsey knew Sam was circling around him when he felt the presence settle behind him. He twisted his head slightly towards the whispered words, but following instructions still, he didn't dare to turn far enough that it would put Sam into his line of sight.

"I'm no— unghfff!" The gag being forced into his mouth by the large hands took Lindsey by surprise and he struggled for a short and ineffectual moment. It went in anyway though and in a matter of seconds, the thing was tightly secured and he was breathing heavily through its hole.

Head dipped forward now, he closed his eyes and just breathed for a few inhales before he forced himself back to a normal rhythm and looked up again. Not around though, he wasn't stupid enough to directly disobey.

[nothisvessel]

He started laughing, drawing a finger down his spine slowly. His fingers were surprisingly gentle as he let them continue down until he cupped Lindsey's ass. He pinched the flesh and smacked hard before standing up again.

He pulled the flogger out of his pocket, watching Lindsey, his reactions and the subtle changes as he draped the flogger over his back. He smiled as the leather straps glided over his skin smoothly for several long moments before drawing back and then bringing it down on his back.

Sam brought the flogger down roughly several times, watching the welts that rose along his skin. He walked around to Lindsey's front, grabbing his chin and making the man look into his eyes. "You mark so nicely." He snorted, snapping his wrist so the tips of the flogger caught his thighs and cock.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey wasn't mislead by the gentle touches, not when he knew that there was more cruelty in this man than first indicated. He breathed out heavily through the gag, shivering slightly when he felt the soft straps of the flogger trailing over his back.

His brain was still registering what that was when the first hit all but robbed the breath from his lungs. He didn't cry out though, but instead tried to breathe after each hit and exhale on the downfall. Sam's whipping was a hard pattern to predict though and more often than not he was left with shallow breaths.

By the time Sam circled to his front, Lindsey's normally pale back was a scattered map of red welts and he was panting softly though both his nose and his gag. His eyes reflected some pain when he looked up at Sam, but he narrowed them slightly nonetheless at the taunt. That turned into a surprised cry and his eyes being squeezed shut when he felt the tip of one flogger snap along the length of his cock.

[nothisvessel]

He snapped his wrist again, this time only catching Lindsey's inner thighs. Sam was only hitting hard enough to sting though. He pushed Lindsey back slightly, making him lean back so he could drag the straps over the front of Lindsey, mimicking what he'd done over his back.

Then he struck, hitting Lindsey over his chest several times. He made sure he caught both Lindsey's nipples before snapping downwards and once again catching his cock, this time making sure to hit the tip.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey managed to stay still at first, just gasping with each hit and trying to ride it out. When the flogger hit his nipples though he cried out in what sounded like a muffled curse, but it was when Sam whipped his cock that Lindsey jerked and tried to turn away.

He tried to close his legs. Shifting with how he knelt, he instinctively tried to save that area most important to him before it got attacked again.

[nothisvessel]

As soon as Lindsey started to move, tried to pull away and close his legs, Sam pressed a foot to his knee. He sneered down at the lawyer, shaking his head before bringing the flogger down on his back hard. "You don't move unless I tell you to move!"

He grabbed Lindsey's hair, jerking him back into place before dragging his head back. He made Lindsey arch back into an uncomfortable position. "I can make this so, so much worse. You think that one strike hurt? Think about if I were to focus just on that?" He laughed, dropping down in front of Lindsey before leaning into him.

His voice lowered, sounding more dangerous, huskier. He dropped the flogger for the moment, bringing his hand down to cup Lindsey's cock, squeezing just enough to border on pain. "You are mine right now to use as I see fit. You are nothing here. You are less than nothing so you'd better accept that and just deal. Got it?" He stroked his cock as he leaned in, latching over the bite mark he'd left earlier.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey cried out again when the flogger fell upon his back hard enough to feel like it drew blood. He made a pained noise when Sam's hand dug into his hair and pulled hard enough on its roots to bring tears to the corner of his eyes.

He blinked up at Sam's angry hazel gaze with his own pained blues, and wheezed slightly around the gag as Sam dropped out of his sight. He didn't answer, not that he could, but he clammed up and scarcely dared to breathe. Only after suddenly feeling large hands squeezing his dick did he finally gasp out and nodded his head very slightly under the grip to signify he understood. "Ugh!"

He sighed out in relief when the hand stopped its abuse but squeezed his eyes shut even further. The stroking... he almost wished Sam went back to squeezing him painfully. At least he wouldn't feel confused about that. When Sam's hand ran along his length like that, his previously uninterested shaft started to fill in the hunter's hand.

[nothisvessel]

The nod of confirmation had him smiling against Lindsey's skin, mouthing over his neck slowly as he continued to stroke. He looked down after a moment, stroking faster. "You have a nice cock. Wonder how long I can keep it hard...keep you from coming. Do you beg? I bet you do...nice and pretty as you please." He let go then, pushing away from him and letting go of his hair.

"Get up and on the bed. Hands and knees first." He reached around, slapping Lindsey's ass hard. "I'm gonna use this until you can't move." He stood, kicking at Lindsey's thigh lightly. He brushed his fingers back through his hair as he watched and waited for Lindsey to get on the bed, stripping slowly and tossing his clothes over a chair.

He picked up the lube, tapping the bottle against his hand before grasping his own cock and squeezing tightly.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey made a noise although his protest or answer or whatever it was could hardly be discernible with the gag muffling its pronunciation. It was also a good reminder to Sam that begging wouldn't be all that nice or pretty either if he couldn't form more than broken vowel noises for 'yes' or 'no'.

Moving was a chore of its own as each movement made his flogged skin burn with heat. He shrank back a bit from the slap and the kick, and used those as good incentives to get up quickly before Sam found other ways to abuse him. He walked quickly to the soft mattress and climbed on, moaning softly when his burning skin found relief in the cool bed sheets.

Embarrassingly with his cock fully engaged and hanging between his legs, Lindsey crawled to the center of the bed and braced himself on his hands and knees like instructed.

[nothisvessel]

He flipped open the lube with his thumb, pouring some on his fingers. "Nod if you want the gag out. I can always put it back later." He rubbed the slick lube over his fingers, smearing it before moving up onto the bed behind Lindsey. He slid the slick fingers between Lindsey's cheeks, sliding his middle finger in smoothly before pumping it.

"You know, you could enjoy this too if you just let yourself. I bet you'd make a pretty slave too. All trussed up on your knees." He considered it for a moment before shaking his head a bit. His finger hooked as he sought out Lindsey's prostate, brushing against it over and over the moment he did.

[golden_boytoy]

Crying out, Lindsey's arms quivered from the sudden onslaught against his prostate and he nearly face planted forward when one arm buckled. He dipped but caught himself on the elbow, and breathing heavily, he temporarily buried his head into the sheets.

Enjoy this? Physically his body was, but how could he enjoy being humiliated and flogged? To be used and discarded like a whore when he was a damn lawyer! How could he enjoy any of that?

Soft noises were soon drawn from him all at the power of Sam's single crooked finger.

And wasn't there a dilemma. Sam just offered him his voice back when it would actually be easier for him if he let the gag stay in. He wouldn't have to worry about his pride if he cried out, his words were meaningless with the thing in his mouth...

He closed his eyes, squeezed them shut, then nodded his head, slowly at first, picking up the pace when his prostate was brushed over again.

Even knowing this was a trap, Lindsey's pride wouldn't let him go on with the gag when he had the chance to take it off.

[nothisvessel]

He reached up with his free hand, unbuckling the gag before pulling it out of his mouth and tossing it on the bed. Once the gag was out he pushed in a second finger, immediately going back to pushing and rubbing across his prostate. His free hand slid between Lindsey's legs, wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly, deliberately.

He smirked, bending his head and biting at his back and then at the curve of his ass. It was right over welts and it would probably hurt if his fingers and hand weren't working Lindsey so well. He wondered how long it would take to train someone like Lindsey to associate pain with pleasure. To enjoy pain when given in the right way. The thoughts made his cock twitch violently.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey cried out again when the second finger joined the first and he found himself suddenly pumped steadily both forward and back. "I thought you wanted to fuck me with your dick," he bit out through gritted teeth, clenched tight to prevent himself from whimpering out.

It did hurt, the pain of the welts and even the light hits on his cock had certainly left their mark. Sam agitating them again brought out a spiral of pain that would have him flinching if not for the confusing mixed signals that the man's hands was at the same time bringing out of his body.

He didn't know whether he should be crying out from pleasure or pain, so he clenched his jaw and produced a higher pitched nasal whine instead of giving in to either.

[nothisvessel]

"Oh I plan to." He had leaned up, husking into his ear. Sam kept his voice level, almost emotionless. "I'm going to fuck you over and over and over again until my cum is spilling out of you like a fountain." He chuckled darkly, making sure he was close enough that his lips brushed over Lindsey's ear. "And I'm going to make sure you come too."

Then he bit down on Lindsey's shoulder. It was a hard bite, but not enough to break skin, to make him bleed. He pumped his fingers harder, adding a third and spreading them. He twisted his fingers around, still assaulting his prostate, though not with each movement of his fingers. He didn't want Lindsey to come yet after all.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey kept his eyes closed and back hunched slightly as if that could somehow protect him from the monster that was intent on riding him.

When the third finger joined, he automatically spread his legs open a little wider to brace himself better for the assault. It wasn't his first rodeo by far and given how big Sam was, Lindsey was going to need all the advantage he could get.

He turned slightly and glittering blue slits framed in a face that was flushed crimson peaked over his welt reddened shoulder. "I'm really looking forward to it," he bit back with teeth still clenched tightly.

[nothisvessel]

Okay, Sam had to admit to himself that he liked the little bit of snark...for now. He could see how it would get very tiresome though. Instead of responding he raised an eyebrow, surprisingly warm hazel eyes locking on those pretty blue. He smirked before moving back, spreading his fingers a few more times before pulling them free.

He grabbed the lube again, pouring out a bit more so he could slick himself. He stroked himself while he continued stroking Lindsey, slowing his movements on the man's cock to torturously slow.

He shifted closer though after a few moments, letting go of the man's cock before grabbing his hip and lining up. He easily slid in, not stopping until he was fully seated.

[golden_boytoy]

Lindsey held his breath when Sam pushed his way forward and his teeth ground against the insides of his cheeks until his face felt numb. He inhaled shakily when Sam finally settled, and breathing all of a sudden, he out several rapid breaths and tried to get it under control.

Damn Sam was big, just like the rest of the soulless hunter. Lindsey leaned forward on his elbow, which caused him to stick his ass up higher and hopefully adjust to the height of the other towering over him.

"That's more like it," he bit out though his heart wasn't in it at all.