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Cold Hearts and Cyber Parts. [ blue ... 666 ]

Thorne stays where he is, watching Jadiel with a smirk as the boy moves to lean against the headboard. That was easier than he thought, getting Jadiel back onto the bed. Thorne easily could have tricked him again, but Jadiel is all too willing. Building an addiction to Nova in this boy would be child's play.

Thorne moves closer to Jadiel as he's asked about taking Nova. "I have, many, many times, during its creation. I couldn't exactly put an untested drug on the black market. Undesirable effects have a way of making enemies. I have plenty of those anyway." Thorne knows Jadiel means now, or at least recently. "I haven't for quite a while, though. It leaves me too vulnerable. As much as I trust my men, I don't keep them here all the time."

Thorne watches Jadiel's expression, watches his eyes become unfocused. Kneeling on the bed, his hand rests on the shorter man's thigh, fingers kneading the inside of it. "Mm, should I tie you up again, or leave your hands loose?"
 
"I'd like to see you on it," Jadiel says, smirking up at Thorne as he draws near. The tech wonders if Thorne would get all desperate and sloppy like he does, or if his penchant for being rough would grow even more intense. If that's the case, Jadiel has a feeling he won't survive. He's exaggerating of course, but Thorne has already left him so bruised. Maybe if the man trusts him more at some point.

The Nova builds up in him quickly, just like last night. It starts with him feeling both lightheaded and too heavy. Jadiel leans back into the headboard, his eyes starry behind his glasses. He rubs at his cheeks with the back of his wrist, trying to smear the blush away. Thorne's touch has his legs spreading a bit and Jadiel catches his gaze, his words.
"I don't care," Jadiel says, a bit breathless. There's laughter in his voice as he shakes his head. "Just keep touching me." The tech leans closer to Thorne, a hand falling on his strong waist, the other at his shoulder. Jadiel still has some of his wits about him as he presses his lips against Thorne's throat, his kisses gentle and heavy. He finds Thorne's trapezius and bites into the strong muscle outside his flesh, only firmly enough to leave a pink mark.
 
Thorne is once again impressed by how quickly the Nova takes effect. When Jadiel’s legs spread, he shifts his weight to be closer still, straddling one of Jadiel’s legs. His hand palms the boy’s groin, pressing, rubbing, teasing. He hisses through his teeth when Jadiel bites him. “Hm, I’ll let you have your hands, this time.” The bite certainly has an effect, Thorne’s cock already starting to push out the front of his pants.

Thorne takes his time, but with Jadiel so willing, he doesn’t wait for the Nova to take full effect. His hand dips into the front of Jadiel’s jeans, pulling his cock out to stroke. He lets the boy do as he wants at his shoulder. If he’d had both hands, one would be tangled in Jadiel’s hair. As it is, his right hand focuses on the boy’s cock, sliding up and down, squeezing, pressing his thumb against the tip.
 
Jadiel bounces from his jeans, uncut head leaking precome already. A quiet murmur of relief leaves him as Thorne begins stroking him, cock a heavy, hot weight in his hand. Jadiel is busying himself with leaving bites all along Thorne's shoulder, down towards his chest. He meets Thorne's pec and licks teasingly at one of his nipples, forked tongue insistent on the tiny bundle of nerves.
Jadiel's hands begin to move, snatching the waist of Thorne's sweatpants and urging them down beneath the swell of his ass. He's careful there, though. Jadiel keeps a hand on Thorne's hip, fingers pressing near his ass but not searching outright. His other hand is moving to Thorne's front, grabbing the base of his cock.

"Move-" Jadiel demands, suddenly, and is nudging at Thorne until the man will get on the bed, laying on his back. Jadiel seems more interested in tending to Thorne now, perhaps as thanks for the man taking such good care of him last night.
Jadiel sprawls over Thorne's thighs, mouth at his groin. He immediately takes Thorne's budding arousal past his lips, sucking him down as far as he can manage. There's no way Jadiel would be able to take Thorne completely down his throat without choking himself into unconsciousness, but Jadiel's certainly willing to try. He's drooling as he fellates the other man, sucking about his cockhead and swallowing hard, rasping in breaths while he can. Jadiel jerks Thorne off into his mouth, glancing up at his face from beneath those long lashes every so often, examining his features for what feels good, and what feels better. A wet thumb sneaks below Thorne's sack, petting over the delicate flesh before pressing up into his taint, just enough to be felt. Jadiel is testing the waters, moving slowly.
 
Thorne hums his appreciation of Jadiel’s actions, his nipple hardening at the attention. He doesn’t stop the boy from pushing his sweats down, but there is a soft growl when his fingers get near his ass. Then Jadiel is pushing him, wanting Thorne on his back. While not an ideal position in Thorne’s defensive mind, the boy does have Nova in his system, so it wouldn’t take much to throw him off, if needed. Thorne props himself on his one elbow so he can watch Jadiel attempt to swallow down his cock.

Soft groans do rumble in Thorne’s chest, though only occasionally. He is enjoying the wet heat of Jadiel’s mouth, but he’s not a loud moaner like the boy had been last night. Those groans turn to threatening growls when Jadiel’s thumb explores too far. Thorne’s abdominals flex hard to balance him as his fingers sink into the boy’s hair, pulling hard. “Watch where you put your hands, Jadiel. You do not have my trust for that, yet.”
 
Thorne's hand finds his hair and Jadiel flinches, the hand near his taint quickly darting away. He catches himself on the bed, fingers curling in the sheets as he looks up to Thorne, cock still pressed into his lips.
"Sorry," Jadiel murmurs, apologetically taking Thorne back into his mouth, kissing down his cock. He keeps one hand on the bed for now, the other wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezing, masturbating him with a firm slowness. When Thorne reaches a more full arousal, Jadiel can't take much more than half of him into his mouth. He bobs his head and gags, his eyes tearing up, but he keeps pushing himself.

By now, the Nova is coursing more fully through his system and Jadiel is panting fully, eyes glazed over with want. He's heavy between his legs, his cock twitching near his stomach, pants still hanging open around his upper thighs. Jadiel whimpers loudly as he throats Thorne, gagging and letting out weak choking sounds. Drool is slick all over his chin and around his mouth. He's sloppy, high off the Nova and already cockdrunk. He moans around Thorne, looking up to him with those big, teary eyes. His forked tongue slides up both sides of Thorne's arousal, slicking through his urethra and swallowing down every stray drop of arousal.
 
Thorne hums in response to the apology, releasing Jadiel’s hair in favour of propping himself up again. Both the feeling of Jadiel’s mouth, and watching his cock sink into it, brings Thorne to full, thick hardness. Seeing the Nova take hold, and Jadiel essentially worship his cock with his mouth, makes Thorne’s cock throb. More groans, his muscles flexing at the sounds, Thorne’s cock drips sticky precum.

His patience runs out. Thorne lays back, hand finding Jadiel’s hair again. A tight grip, but now he pushes instead of pulls. Pushes Jadiel’s head down as his hips come up. Sinking his cock into that wet mouth, letting the boy gag. Again, and again, over and over. Thorne has taken control, and it’s up to Jadiel to keep up.

Thorne‘s orgasm hits him, and his hips buck up roughly. That hand in Jadiel’s hair keeps him from pulling away. Yes, the boy can’t fit his entire lenth in his mouth, but Thorne holds him down when his cockhead pushes to the back of his throat. His cock throbs, and with a heavy groan, Thorne spills down Jadiel’s thorat. Held as he is, the boy has no choise but to swallow or choke. Thorne doesn’t release his head until he’s finished cumming.
 
Briefly, Jadiel is wondering what he's done wrong when Thorne grabs his hair. By the time he's choking again, he's figured it out; no mistake, in fact, quite the opposite. Thorne is into it now and Jadiel's privately pleased with himself. As much as he's gagging, he tries to keep up.
Thorne presses into the back of his throat and Jadiel can't fight the hand in his hair. He has no choice but to swallow him down, whimpering loudly as he takes it. Jadiel's hand is white knuckling the sheets, his arms trembling as he puts what energy and focus he can find into accepting Thorne's girth into his throat. He pants, drool running down his lips, tears spilling from his eyes.

When Thorne comes, Jadiel chokes loudly. He swallows maybe half of it, eyes squeezing shut and leaking more tears. He's the picture of a fucked out porn star, sputtering like Thorne paid for it. Come paints the inside of his mouth where Jadiel struggles to swallow, ribbons of it falling down his chin and onto Thorne's groin. The tech moans loudly, the heady taste bittersweet on his tongue. He's breathing shakily by the time Thorne lets go of his hair, but he doesn't back up.

Jadiel licks his lips and takes care to clean Thorne up. He licks over his groin and the base of his cock, swallowing down every drop he missed. Jadiel can taste his own tears where they've spilt onto Thorne's body, dirtying both of them. Surprising that Thorne's release didn't end up coming out of his nose or something, there's so much of it. Jadiel licks up the last few remainders of spill, still worshipping Thorne's cock as he does it.
"Christ," Jadiel murmurs, voice somewhat broken by the abuse to his throat. He's panting as he lays his head on Thorne's hip, catching his breath and taking a moment to gather himself again.
 
The choking and gagging made it all the more worth it. When finished, Thorne once again props up on his elbow, watching Jadiel lick him clean. Thorne is still hard, his stamina extensive. He chuckles when the boy rests his head on his hip. “Breathe, Jadiel. Don’t need you passing out on me already. An unconscious playmate loses all its appeal.”

Thorne gives Jadiel a moment longer, then slides out from beneath him. He moves around, hand sliding along Jadiel’s frame. That hand pulls the boy’s shirt up, working it over his head, then suddenly pulling it backward and down his arms. With a deft twist, Thorne loops the fabric around Jadiel’s wrists, creating soft but firm fabric cuffs around his forearms. This traps the boy’s arms behind his back, and leaves Jadiel laying facedown.

Next, Thorne works Jadiel’s jeans and underwear off, leaving him naked. His fingers trace the lines of the boy’s back, following the curve of his ass. His hand carresses the back of Jadiel’s thigh, pushing his legs open. “Mm, it’s a good thing you seemed to enjoy pain so much last night. Even with preparation, you’re going to ache when I fuck you.”
 
Slowly, Jadiel comes back to his senses. He rubs at his eyes, smearing tears and drool across the back of his hand, but he doesn't seem particularly bothered. Maybe they should start putting a towel down or something, considering Jadiel's penchant for making a mess.
He's compliant as Thorne helps him out of his shirt, hand petting almost gently down his back. But Jadiel should have known better to let his guard down so soon; he finds himself bound once again, somehow, with the garment he just had on. Thorne's good at this, for Jadiel wriggles and writhes briefly on his stomach but he's well and trapped, fabric tangled up around his wrists and forearms.

"Hey-" Jadiel huffs, though it's clear he doesn't have the energy to fight back. He remains on his stomach, one leg tucking up closer to his chest as Thorne pushes them apart, splaying him wider. His cock is leaky and hard under his belly, hidden by his body, his sack swollen as he adjusts his hips to give himself some breathing room.
"Don't have a big head about it," Jadiel says, some laughter to his voice, though his words are labored. The Nova leaves pretty much everything difficult, and that includes talking. A pang of arousal shoots through him and he whimpers, rolling his hips against the bed like a dog in heat, trying to relieve some of the pressure. It's humiliating, sure, but Jadiel can't quite control himself right now.
 
Thorne slides his arm under Jadiel's hips, pulling them up, setting the boy on his knees, but with his chest still on the bed. Face down, ass up, literally. His arm then pulls away, so his hand can trace the shorter man's spine. Again, his hand moves the boy's legs wide. "Stay like that."

Thorne moves away from the bed briefly, but within Jadiel's view. He goes to the dresser, pulling something from the back of the top drawer. When he turns around, there's a dildo in his hand, black silicone with a wide base a ridges along it's entire length. It's obviously not as big as Thorne, but it's still large.
 
Jadiel adjusts as demanded, huffing and turning his face to the side when it hits the sheets. He arches and wriggles, making himself comfortable. He loses his glasses in the process, the gold frames left in the bed by his head. He squints slightly, but anything further than a foot away is basically a mystery to him. Perhaps this could be to Thorne's benefit; every touch is now a surprise, a threat. Jadiel spreads his legs, shivering as his cock pulses wet against his thigh somewhere.

Looking up, Jadiel squints hard at Thorne, trying to see what he's holding.
"I can't see, you know," Jadiel huffs, though he's smirking still. "What is that?" Fat maybe, black in color. Jadiel's mind runs through a few guesses, a vibrator or a whip, some kind of sex toy. Despite the nerves in his stomach and the Nova making him weak, Jadiel does well to keep the position Thorne demanded. His thighs are trembling, the muscles taut as he holds his hips propped up.
 
Thorne laughs lightly at the reminder. He's not accustomed to those wearing glasses; his men that do eagerly accepted contacted lenses when offered. He returns to the bed, picking up Jadiel's glasses and setting them on the bedside table. Purposely, he sets the toy just inches from the boy's face. "'That' is your preparation."

Thorne picks up the tube of lube from where it had been left on the bedside the night before, opening it to drip some onto Jadiel's raised ass. A moment later, two fingers press into the boy, delving deep, helping the lube get inside. It doesn't last, the fingers soon removed. More lube is dripped, this time onto the toy in front of Jadiel's face. Then the toy is gone from view, instead felt pushing into Jadiel's body. Each ridge creates a bump his muscles have to spread around, before tightening, only to spread again as the next ridge passes in.
 
"Oh fuck." Jadiel's voice is a comical murmur as Thorne drops the cock in front of his face, his eyes widening a bit. Bumps and ridges to last for days. It's not as large as Thorne, but it certainly isn't tiny. The tech swallows hard, his eyes looking back up to Thorne's face before he goes out of view. Despite the size of the thing, Jadiel almost thanks Thorne. Trying to take his cock with no preparation at all would kill him. His mouth is watering.

"A-ahgh-fuck -" Thorne's fingers sink inside of Jadiel's asshole and he groans nosily, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Already he feels too full and Thorne has barely even started. He pants loudly, trying to get his body to relax and take Thorne quickly plugging him up, stretching him open. When his fingers are replaced with the dildo, however, Jadiel loses it.
"Ohhfuck, shit- Thorne-!" Just like yesterday, Jadiel is a quick shot. After the first few flexes of his muscles around the toy, Jadiel comes. His arousal spurts out of him in thick ribbons, painting the bed between his knees and under his belly. The ridges grind over his prostate and leave Jadiel sobbing, a few tears streaking his cheeks as his hips jump, riding against Thorne's hand as it pushes the toy fully in.
"God damn it, shit, s-sorry-" He apologies for coming too early, though he has feeling Thorne doesn't care and plans on milking him dry all over again. Maybe the Nova makes him come too fast, pathetic and easy. It's as embarrassing as it is thrilling. Jadiel drools on the blanket as the aftershock of his orgasm leaves him shaking, lightheaded. He whimpers sloppily, hips still shuddering against Thorne.
 
Thorne's cock throbs at the sight of Jadiel spraying across the bedsheets. His fingers push the ridged dildo in further as the boy courses through his orgasm, until its seated fully inside. Any pressure added to the wide base makes those ridges rub at his insides. "We've barely started and already, you're spilling. Don't think just because you've cum once that you're off the hook."

There's a quiet click, and a split second later, the toy buzzes to life inside Jadiel. Thorne has pushed the switch on the base to the first of three settings. His hand strokes over Jadiel's skin, practically petting the curve of his ass and the back of his trembling thigh.
 
"Oh holy fuck, holy fuck, jesus christ Thorne -!" As soon as Thorne turns on the vibrator, Jadiel is babbling like never before. It's apparent in his cries he's actually never used a vibrator on himself. Most other toys, sure, but not anything like this. Perhaps he was just never curious enough to give it a shot. Even on the first setting, the vibrations are making him shudder to his core. He's trembling as it wrought with a fever, arching under Thorne's soothing touch and wailing. He leans into Thorne, as if for comfort as the vibrator makes his head spin.

"Fuck, fuck I can't take it, please!" It's unclear what Jadiel is begging for. The vibrations are pressing into his prostate and pushing tears out of his eyes, his cock twitching hard against his stomach, bobbing into his pubic hair. His hips are unsettled under Thorne's hand, pushing back against him and squirming in want. Every breath is labored, a struggle. He's on the precipice of release, the somewhat dull vibrations edging him. Jadiel simpers for Thorne's mercy, hiding his face in the blankets and trying to muffle his whorish cries.
 
"You're so deliciously sensitive." Thorne is thoroughly enjoying the instant intense reaction Jadiel is having to the vibrations. The begging makes him chuckle. He's not about to turn it off just like that. His hand caresses Jadiel, smoothing over his shaking muscles. "You can take it, you will. And everything else I give you."

Thorne doesn't intend to turn up the vibrations, no. Save that for another day. He doesn't have a very big selection of toys, so he wants to be able to use this one again, and have it seem novel and new. But he does fiddle with it, pushing on the base, tugging slightly.
 
For some reason, Thorne petting over Jadiel's back soothes him. The gentle caress to his thighs and spine ease the apprehension in his gut, the painful churning of his edging becoming more bearable. His hips buck sporadically, fucking into nothing as he humps at the sheets like a dog. He wants to grind himself down into the mattress and just be able to come, but his pride won't let him. That, and his need to please. Thorne told him to stay in this position so he finds himself wanting to obey. To be good.

Each time Thorne teases at the base of the toy, Jadiel's pitch goes up a notch, squealing. It grinds the vibrations back and forth over his prostate, forcing more slick out of his messy cock. It is both too much and not enough in the same gasping breath. Jadiel thinks he could pass out.
"Thorne, I-I need- please, please I-" Jadiel can't catch his breath enough to speak, can't focus on the words. He's reduced to a sob, fingers tightening up in his makeshift restraints, his body writhing. He finds Thorne's face though he can't make out the features, eyes shimmering with tears and uncontrolled need. He almost looks cute, bawling for cock and high out of his mind on Nova.
 
Thorne bites his lower lip, hearing Jadiel beg again. Gods, that’s so hot. When the boy turns his face, searching for Thorne, he presses on the base of the vibrating toy again. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you off easy, this time.” His fingers hook around the base, slowly pulling at the toy. The ridges drag against Jadiel’s insides, vibrating on the way out. When it’s finally removed, Thorne switches it off and tosses it aside.

Thorne moves behind Jadiel, letting his heavy cock lay along the boy’s back. he leans over him to grab the lube bottle, dripping it along his length. He rolls his hips, letting his cock slide between Jadiel’s cheeks, spreading the lube across his hole. “Take a deep breath.” Thorne sets aside the lube, grasps his cock, and presses into the boy’s tight body. He groans, pushing until he’s buried to the hilt.
 
As Thorne eases the toy out, Jadiel's crying begins to subside. His teeth are nearly chattering. He adjusts himself on the bed, eyes nearly rolling from the feeling of Thorne pulling out the vibrator, every ridge forcing his muscles to contract again. Lubricant dribbles out of his ass and onto his taint, oozing down his sack. Thorne only gives him more, leaving him a sticky mess down to his knees. He's heedless of the mess; all he can focus on is Thorne grinding into him, teasing at his swollen, stretched rim. The pink flesh puckers against Thorne's cock as if trying to swallow him down.

Doing as he's told yet again, Jadiel inhales as Thorne presses in. He arches deeply, his back impossibly curved as he presses his head down into the bed, trying to stabilize himself. He sobs through his teeth, brokenly, cries interrupted by his loud gasping.
"O-Oh my fucking god, ohmyfuckinggod-!' Jadiel moans rather loudly as Thorne presses in until there's nothing left. At this angle, they're so tightly knit Jadiel can feel his stomach bulging again, a firm lump in his lower belly. Thorne bullies his insides around, forcing him to stretch and accommodate. The boy is so full he swears he can taste it, fresh on his tongue, heady and hot. He rolls his hips and feels Thorne pulse around inside of him, pressing against his belly and making him shrill. For all Thorne's stretching and preparing he's still so tight. A suffocating, greedy vice. His hands are fisted so tight they're going numb. Jadiel tries to relax, sipping for breath and whimpering, kitten-like.
 
Thorne leans into Jadiel, hips pressing hard, letting the boy balance his weight. His hand reaches to pet through Jadiel’s hair, pushing it back from his face. “Fuck, you’re still so tight, even though you just had that toy.” Thorne’s hand then moves beneath Jadiel, palm rubbing over the curve of the bulge in his abdomen. “This position lets me get so deep inside you, Jadiel.“

Thorne’s hand slides around to Jadiel’s lower back, light pressure keeping him curved as Thorne straightens. His hips roll tightly, deep movement making him hiss through his teeth in pleasure. He does this a few times, these tight rolls, before finally beginning to thrust. Slow, steady withdrawal, though only halfway, followed by a hard forward snap of his hips.
 
Sweaty curls of hair are wiped gently from Jadiel's eyes, letting him look up to Thorne. His jaw is slack, wet. His forked tongue is nearly hanging out of his mouth. Jadiel looks like a pornstar, fucked out and fucked open, stuck on Thorne's cock with nowhere to run; not that Jadiel would want to. He's high on more than the Nova; he might as well be getting addicted to Thorne's cock, too. In his hollow belly, the firm ridge of Thorne's arousal pulses. He thought he was too small for it, but Thorne is showing him again and again just how much he can take.

As soon as Thorne's hips start their brutal pace, Jadiel is nearly shrieking. The force of it slaps the uncut head of his cock into his stomach repeatedly, the noise accompanied by the sharp hits of Thorne's body against his already bruised ass. He's strung throat to thigh with bruises from Thorne's fingers, his hips. They ache but Jadiel only wants more, more than his tiny body can handle. He wonders if Thorne could snap him in half; he almost wants to find out.
Jadiel can't speak, though he tries. The words won't form properly in his drugged out brain and only reveal themselves as loud cries, somewhere between Spanish and incoherent sobbing. When he comes again, he whites out. He's unable to think or speak, only feel as Thorne's merciless thrusting punishes another orgasm out of him. He loses it all over the sheets again, adding to the milky puddle he's made under his body. His asshole practically crushes at Thorne, sweltering and clenching down on the hammer of his cock. Jadiel cries himself hoarse, almost losing his voice, eyes pinched shut and weeping tear after tear. Their salt is lost in his drool, the sweat on his body.
 
Once again, Jadiel’s cries only serve to make Thorne’s cock throb. This is why he loves fucking the little ones. At least, the little ones he manages to pin down, drugged or otherwise. Their cries of pain mixed with pleasure, there’s no faking those sounds. Thorne’s own groans and grunts are drowned out by Jadiel’s moans.

When Jadiel hits his orgasm, Thorne groans loudly, the boy’s body constricting around his cock. His fingers curl, nails scraping red welts into Jadiel’s back, then across the curve of his ass. Those fingers dig into the boy’s hip, leaving deep crescent marks with his nails. Thorne’s hips pick up speed, pounding into the smaller male’s ass. He curses, fucking hard into the boy, each thrust burying to the hilt.
 
Thorne gives Jadiel scratches to accompany his bruises. They streak over his body in angry shooting stars; each one has him shrilling. He arches briefly off the bed, one side of his body painted in welts from Thorne's hand. Sweat dribbles down his back and between his thighs; the bed is nothing short of a sloppy mess. Jadiel hits the sheets again, crying out and giving out. His body collapses some, only held up by Thorne's hand keeping him steady. If the man were to let go, surely Jadiel would simply collapse.

"Papi, Papi I can't -!" Once again Jadiel sobs that he isn't able to handle it. Thorne continues to show him otherwise; his flesh can handle quite a bit. He weeps into the bed, the strength of his orgasm leaving him shaking and pink all over. He's lucky the Nova keeps his adrenaline going otherwise he absolutely would have just passed out by now. As it is, he's little more than a hole for Thorne to fuck, a body to make spill and sob. His cock spurts again, somewhat weaker this time; he's almost coming dry, his sack tight up against his body and the base of his cock swollen, dark.
 
Thorne is brutal, hips hammering a rapid tempo. More cries reach his ears, and his cock throbs. Such beautiful sounds, sweet cries of pain. Jadiel’s hips drop slightly, and Thorne’s digging nails pull him back up. He growls, now raking his nails down the back of Jadiel’s thigh. “Keep your ass up, Jadiel.”

Jadiel’s third orgasm has Thorne finally hitting his own. He plunges his cock deep, leaning low over the boy as his hips buck hard, tight. His weight presses into Jadiel as his hot seed spills, swelling the boy‘s abdomen. Thorne is groaning into Jadiel’s ear, fingers tangled in his hair and pulling his head up. “Feel me paint your insides. Nobody else will claim you. Your body is mine to fuck.”
 
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