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Lab Rat (Nonbinary.Witch x Horus)

Nonbinary.Witch

Nonbinary.Witch

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Azriel had been meeting up with an old friend recently, chatting over coffee and the like. They got close again rather quickly, just like old times. At one point, he even met the friend’s boyfriend; unbeknownst to him, though, that boyfriend was a very overly-controlling member of a mob. It wasn’t long before the man became jealous of their friendship, finding it infuriating how close they were. He gave Azriel a warning, but not understanding the man’s power, he told him to quit being toxic instead of breaking off the friendship.

At first, things seemed as if they’d gotten better. His friend arranged a coffee meetup for them to “talk it over”; unfortunately, he made the mistake of leaving his drink unoccupied while using the restroom. It took only a few minutes after returning and taking a sip to feel unsteady, and another few before he was fighting heavy eyelids. With no ability to fight, he was pulled into a van and passed out.

As he came to, his vision was blurry. It took a moment before he could attempt to sit up, only to find himself handcuffed to the bars of a cheap metal bed; in addition to the odd accessory, he wore medical scrubs. Around him were walls of concrete, a locked door, and a crude shower and toilet in the corner. The room was bare, small, and eerily quiet. The silence didn’t last long, though, as he began struggling against the cuffs in panic.
 
Doctor Adrian Grayson sat in the adjacent medically-white sterile room typing up a sheet of observations about the previous unlucky bastard to have ended up in the cell adjoining his laboratory. The doctor was a genuine research medical doctor; he was the valedictorian of his class in his medical school, but he had always had a habit of pushing the envelope when it came to the things he did for research in terms of ethical acceptability. Over the years he had garnered a reputation for such things; one thing leading into another until eventually he found himself in the position he was in now: a lead drug designer for the most powerful mob on this side of the country let alone this city. He had designed all manner of drugs for the syndicate: narcotics, stimulants, aphrodisiacs, even the occasional experimental cancer treatment that proved to have a higher rate of efficacy than those on the commercial market... at the cost of the lives lost to perfect the treatment in question.

The previous person he had been given had expired from his tasting on the threshold of overdose for a new stimulant he had made: an amphetamine salt bonded with dextroamphetamine and a newly discovered organic compound extracted from a plant found native to the Amazon rainforest. The doctor had yet to come up with a name for it yet. The previous subject wasn't the first one to test the threshold for the drug, but he had been the first person to expire from it much to his own personal disappointment. The initial loss of vision, hypertension, panic, and heart palpitations hadn't been too much of an issue, but the sudden pulmonary embolism resulting from the hypertension had proved fatal, mores the pity. Adrian had been hoping to keep that one alive for long enough to test a few of his other drugs for his own personal amusement and scientific curiosity...

Doctor Grayson looked up with his spectacles angling under the bridge of his nose when he heard the new test subject stir and struggle against the handcuffs that kept him attached to the bed. He stood up with a small, well-practiced smile, a white lab coat worn over his beige-and-charcoal-black dress-shirt and vest with black slacks and dress shoes to match. He grabbed a neighboring metal chair from his desk and carried it in front of him with his left hand. His steps were slow, leisurely, and methodical as he opened the door to the room which housed the younger man's cell before setting the chair down opposite the young man, and sitting down with that same well-practiced smile on his face behind those glasses that seemed to magnify his piercing grey eyes.

"Good morning, Azriel. I'm Doctor Grayson, how are you feeling today?" He said with a placid expression, as he debated about how best to use his new test subject to the best of his potential. He had been given the go-ahead to use the young man however he saw fit, and this from his superiors meant that he could do anything he wanted while ensuring that they would rid him of any evidence left behind. That thought made him smile slightly wider, as he couldn't help but be thrilled to have free-reign with such a nice young boy. He had been meaning to blow off some steam for a while, it had been a long time since he had been able to satiate his personal urges.
 
Azriel’s struggling increased as he noticed the sound of footsteps outside the room. He writhed, pulled, and tossed, anything for the slim chance he could pull his hands free or break the cuffs’ chains. He couldn’t just sit still while imminent suffering approached! He had no clue what was going to happen to him if he didn’t escape and he didn’t want to find out.

By the time the door opened, the young man was frantic. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, blurring the sight of the man in front of him, and his wrists were red from the cuffs pinching his skin; he took ragged breaths as he tried to calm himself and think of a way to escape or convince the man not to harm him. He watched as the doctor sat down with an almost paralyzing terror. Azriel could hardly put forth the focus to hear the question and quickly found himself unable to speak, simply letting out a choked sob in an attempt to reply and desperately shaking his head when giving a proper answer proved impossible.
 
Doctor Grayson couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly at the quivering sobbing the figure before him gave, although he wasn't that surprised by it. He had seen plenty of people react differently to awaking in his predicament, and breaking down like was one of the more common responses. He returned his gaze to the young man in front of him before speaking again, "Oh hush, you'll be fine. Together we're going to test a couple of drugs that I've been developing..." the doctor winked to him as he continued, "...and maybe we'll have a bit of fun together along the way. You are pretty cute under that gown, after all." His eyes roamed down to where he had previously seen the supple curves underneath Azriel's medical gown, and he smirked a little bit more wickedly than before as his mind wondered how best to treat his body. He did need to blow off some steam, but he could always show the young man a good time - even if he had to force him to appreciate that pleasure.

The doctor's eyes moved back to meet Azriel's gaze with a smile before standing up from his chair and walking back through the door to the lab and to his desk. He crouched down before opening the bottom-most drawer and pulling from it a few things: a key to the cell, a scalpel, a handgun (P226 Sig chambered in 9mm Parabellum), and a stun gun. He holstered the gun in and under-sling holster under his right arm before putting the scalpel on an inside pocket under his coat. The stun gun and key he kept in his right hand before closing the drawer and walking over to a cabinet opposite his desk. He pulled from the cabinet an unlabeled pill bottle that held a light dose of the compound he had been working on in pill form; twenty-seven capsules containing 50mg of the drug. He walked back to the cell room with the pill bottle in his left hand, and the stun gun and key in his right hand. He pocketed the stun gun in front of the younger man before unlocking and opening the cell and stepping forward a few paces in front of Azriel.

"This stuff that we're testing together is basically just a suped-up version of Adderall with a few other things in here to help stimulate the senses to their maximum capacity. You'll be able to see, smell, taste, and touch with a lot more clarity than before with the optimal dose." He said while shaking the bottle of pills ever so slightly to emphasize his words. He pocketed the key before looking back up at Azriel with a warm smile.

"Now, are you going to be a good boy for me, or am I going to have to administer this treatment forcefully?" His eyes narrowed slightly as he said those last words with a hint of menace in them.
 
Azriel couldn’t help but feel disgusted at the man’s response; his face scrunched at the thought of what his captor could’ve seen or done while he was unconscious, especially since it was already evident that he’d been stripped and changed. His struggling returned tenfold once the doctor had left. “N-no..” He finally managed to choke out some words as he yanked and tossed. He managed to turn himself around, albeit in a very uncomfortable position with the short chain crossed over itself and further biting his skin; one leg hung over the side as he tried hard to pull away from the bindings in an odd position.

“This can’t be happening…” His mind raced. Between desperate tugs, his head swiveled, trying to find any opening to the outside that he could escape through, though it seemed as if the doctor’s door was the only option. “I didn’t do anything!”

It took only a few moments for him to tire himself out, still exhausted from the roofie he was coming off of. He stayed where he was, halfway off the bed, for fear of what would happen to him on it; even as the man returned, he didn’t care about the compromising position.

He eyed the stun gun, squirming as he tried in vain to curl up and hide in the open corner the bed and wall made when he noticed the man enter the cell, completely ignoring the pain that such a position put on his arms. His brows furrowed as the drug was explained, definitely hating the idea of having to take it. “No, please..” He huffed the weak reply, the words after it gradually becoming more audible and desperate. “I-I won’t tell anyone, so- so let me go.. please…”
 
Doctor Grayson laughed heartily before replying to Azriel's pleas with a smile, "Oh, I don't really care if you tell anyone, young man. You pissed off somebody in the most powerful organization on this side of the country - even if you went to tell the police they would just end up bringing you back to me, or they would kill you. Trust me: you're safer here with me." That last part was a bit of a lie, but he figured that if the subject thought it was in his best interest to stay here that it would make things easier. He shrugged his shoulders before popping open the bottle of pills and taking one out before tossing it down his throat and swallowing it dry. He wasn't that concerned, as in its base dose it didn't produce any of the genuinely worrying adverse side-effects; all it did besides focus the mind and stimulate the senses to their maximum potential was increase bodily sensitivity... and sometimes drastically increased their libido.

He pointed to the pills with his free hand before speaking again, "See? It's perfectly safe. I just need you to cooperate."

His free hand moved to inside his lab coat before pulling out a scalpel as he approached the young man. He pulled out another pill before closing the bottle and setting it on the far side opposite to where Azriel sat curled up on the bed. He held up the pill in one hand to emphasize his point as he spoke, "Your choice: are you going to be a good boy..." he paused before raising his scalpel and pointing it at the young man before continuing, "...or are you going to make me teach you a lesson?"
 
Azriel lowered his head as the man laughed, terrified at the prospect of what such a casual response might mean. His hope faded with each passing word and his fear grew. If he managed to escape.. would he be hunted down by that crazy bastard and killed? More than for himself, he was scared for his friend, wondering what might happen to them if their controlling boyfriend were to get bored of or mad at them.

He tried to take a deep breath and calm down as the man demonstrated the pill’s safety. He bit his lip, more than a little hesitant to trust the man, but.. he didn’t really have a choice, especially once the scalpel was taken out. After a sigh, he reluctantly nodded and opened his mouth for the doctor.
 
"Good boy." Doctor Grayson said as he smiled more warmly before putting the scalpel back in the same pocket as before - showing a brief flash of the gun in his underarm holster as he did so.

He sat down on the bed beside the young man before putting the pill in the young man's mouth and gently closing his mouth with the same hand. He nodded as an indication for Azriel to swallow before reaching behind the young man to wrap his arm around him. The initial effects of the pill were setting in for the doctor, and he could feel his more emotional, sentimental side come out as he looked over the young man he was sidled beside now. He reached up with the arm wrapped around behind the young man to run his fingers through his black, silky hair as he studied him with growing interest. He knew he was going to really enjoy being with the young man for the foreseeable future.

"So, little Azriel, how is a cute young man like you in my office? You must have really agitated the man who sent you here; as they are perfectly fine with me doing whatever I please with you. I, of course won't hurt you unless you force my hand, but they certainly want me to hurt you. What did a good boy like you do, hmmm?" The doctor spoke with that same eerily warm smile, as his eyes were focused intently on the younger man's expression. The thought of seeing the young man cry again made him excited in a way he didn't expect, as he felt he was really going to take a liking to this cute boy.
 
A shiver ran down Azriel’s spine at the condescending praise. The flash of a gun further solidified his feeling of helplessness, eliminating all consideration of escape for the moment. He couldn’t run; he couldn’t fight; hell, he couldn’t even sit straight because of the cuffs anchoring him down.

He grew more tense as the man played with his hair, unsure how to react to the oddly intimate action. As the minutes passed and the drug set in, the touch became electric on his scalp.

Azriel looked up to the man as the question came. He hadn’t been given a reason? He supposed it wasn’t that surprising since it wouldn’t matter to the doctor one way or another. It scared him more hearing that the man had permission to do anything, not wanting to think about the torture he might go through if he were to piss off his captor. “I..” he thought for a moment, wondering if he’d done anything worse than backtalk to warrant such a reaction. After some thought, he was certain this was only because he’d tried to get his friend to break up with his boyfriend. “My friend has a controlling boyfriend, and I tried to get them away from him…”
 
The doctor ran his hand through the young man's hair in gentle pets as Azriel spoke, his mind alight with possibility... and desire. He smiled before leaning over and speaking to the young man with strange, alien warmth in his voice, "Well, you don't have to worry about your friend's controlling boyfriend in here. It's just you and me..." His eyes moved back to meet Azriel's gaze before continuing, "...and I won't do something to hurt you unless you give me a reason to. I would love for you to enjoy your stay here."

Doctor Grayson's other arm wrapped around Azriel now as he looked down into those teary, doe-like eyes of his before pulling the young man's body up and over into his lap with the doctor's back to the wall now. The doctor could feel the effects of the drug settling in now, as his desires ramped up in tune with his cardiovascular system. He looked across the young man whose only attire was that medical gown before looking back up into those eyes as he spoke a small, short query, "Tell me, Azzy, have you ever been intimate with somebody before?" One hand cradled the back of Azriel's neck, gently stroking the skin there with his thin, slender fingers while his other hand firmly massaged the young man's right arm.
 
The reply was less comforting and more intimidating to Azriel; being alone with the man was the last thing he wanted. He gave a meek nod as the man further promised not to hurt him. He was still very uncomfortable but a little glad that he at least wouldn’t be hurt without reason.

He twitched a bit at the discomfort of being moved onto the man’s lap, his arms being forced back by the cuffs being pulled to their limit, causing pain as the limbs strained. The drug continuing to set in didn’t help the pain, causing a noise of complaint to squeak from his lips as he squirmed in an attempt to find a position that’d relieve the strain.

He shivered as the hands stroked and massaged his upper body. The question only raised his anxiety, confirming the lust that the man had shown toward him. He writhed a bit, the embarrassment of having to answer only making him further bothered with the strain and touches. He averted his eyes, thinking for a moment on how to answer. He’d had a boyfriend once, but they’d only really made out and groped each other; it’s not like they’d even gotten close to going all the way. “Not really..”
 
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Doctor Grayson feigned surprise at his prisoner's answer, "Really? Such a cute young man like you hasn't had any experience in that department? What a shame." In all honesty the knowledge that his test subject was a virgin only heightened his excitement that much more. Inexperienced boys were always the most passionate and fun to play with - their inexperience making them more prone to excitement from the new sensations he would inflict. The doctor's excitement started to be felt through the fabric of his slacks now, as his length bulged out from underneath his trousers with the sudden erection.

Adrian nodded before reaching up to the collar of his own shirt and pulling out a handcuff key that he kept in a small hidden space there in case of emergencies. Most handcuff keys used a universal scheme for the inner mechanisms, so any handcuff key will usually work for any set of handcuffs. He leaned in and whispered softly into Azriel's ear, "Let me make you a bit more comfortable, young man." He deftly unlocked the handcuffs to free Azriel's wrist before gently putting his wrists together over his chest and re-locking them together. He put the handcuff key back in his collar before moving back to cradle the young man with his arms, as his eyes roamed over Azriel with desire clear in his expression.

His hand that held along the lower part of Azriel's body wandered from holding him to tracing over the front of his medical gown: his hand smoothing up his left leg before casually groping at the young man's crotch through the thin fabric. He spoke in a low purr now, as his desire ramped up with each passing second, "I'm going to make you even more comfortable while you're in my care, I think. Such a nice young boy like you should be allowed to experience such comforts and pleasures."
 
Somehow, the words ‘what a shame’ made Azriel feel as though he’d answered wrong, as if it disappointed the man and he had to reach expectations by any means to stay safe. That flicker of a thought quickly left, though, as he noticed the hard bulge under his ass. He writhed a bit at the odd feeling, but the cuffs and the doctor’s holding prevented him from being able to do anything to escape the sexual touch.

He flinched as the unexpectedly comforting whisper tickled his ear, letting out a relieved sigh a moment later when the cuffs were unlocked, releasing the pressure on his arms. Azriel was disappointed when his wrists were recuffed in front of him, though glad nonetheless to be out of the painful position. “Thanks..” he gave the appreciation a bit reluctantly, assuming the man might get annoyed if he didn’t.

Just a moment later, he gave a surprised jump and whimper at the hand rubbing his crotch, the intimate action being made electrifying by the drug. “N-no..” He promptly blushed as his hands weakly reached up to push at the hand. “Stop.. please…”
 
The doctor smiled a bit wider with that same peculiar warmth in his expression, as he leaned in to whisper to Azriel, "No need to feel embarrassed. I'm just going to give you the comfort and attention that you've been sorely lacking. Maybe you wouldn't be here at all if you had had a man to be keeping you busy instead of mouthing off to some very dangerous people, hmmm?" His hand snaked down and under the medical gown now, and he brushed the tips of his nails along the young man's leg before reaching to gently cradle and massage his bare crotch underneath the gown. To be so direct was uncharacteristic of the doctor, but the drug clearly had an effect that amplified his desires that much more than usual. He made a mental note to write about his observations of the drug on himself later.

He leaned into the young man's ear as he teased his crotch before nibbling lightly at the earlobe and whispering softly, "You don't have to feel bad about enjoying this."
 
Azriel squirmed at the intimidating whisper. The mention of ‘mouthing off’ made him feel oddly responsible, as if he’d had any control over what was happening. He squeezed his eyes shut, ashamed as the hand began stroking him; between that and the drug heightening his everything, it wasn’t too surprising that he started to get hard as well.

The young man continued to squirm at the nibbling, clinging to the doctor’s shirt since it was the closest thing for him to squeeze. All he could do in response to the whisper was desperately shake his head. “Ah.. f-fuck…”
 
Adrian felt a pang of satisfaction with the hardening sensation beneath his fingers. He smiled that much wider with each squirming movement and whimper the boy gave - his own pleasure rising in him as his body started to heat up with the bizarre passion he felt. His mouth trailed from nibbling at Azriel's earlobe to start playing tracing over the veins in his neck with the tip of his slender, snakelike tongue. His hand that held the back of his subjects neck held him firmly in place while his hand on the young man's cock set to work pleasuring him. His thumb smoothed over the tip in large, deliberate circular motions while the rest of his hand began stroking along his length with a surgeon's precision to gauge what parts of him were most sensitive and react positively to being stimulated. All the while he could feel his large length press against Azriel's ass more insistently from beneath the two layers of fabric that separated them. Soft, low moans came from his throat as his mouth went from licking the young man's neck to kissing there.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Azzy?" The doctor spoke between soft kisses, as the thought occurred to him that if Azriel did end up resisting him with more force that he might not be able to help himself from hurting him. He was normally able to keep his sadistic pleasures relatively in-check, but he knew he might lose his cool under the influence of the drug of his own design, not that he wouldn't enjoy that too.
 
Azriel’s back arched at the odd feeling of a tongue, wanting to squirm away from the sensation though the hand on his neck unfortunately prevented him from doing so. He writhed under the careful handjob, soon becoming completely hard from the action.

At the question, all he could do in response was shake his head. He’d been called handsome, sure, but never beautiful. As the unwanted pleasure increased and became unbearable, his semi-conscious struggling became more desperate. He attempted to turn his hips away from the touches on his crotch and ass as his heels dug into the bed, having no other way to cope with the overwhelming stimulation.
 
The doctor pulled away his hand briefly from the young man's crotch to pull out his scalpel, and with a delicate and calculated precision he tore the medical gown straight down the middle of his front to expose the soft, young body that lay beneath the thin fabric. He put his scalpel back into his lab coat pocket before moving that hand down again to deftly, forcefully resume his pleasuring of the young man's length. His patient's cute expressions and whimpers only heightened his enjoyment, as any sympathy he was capable of feeling was not wasted on feeling bad for this poor boy. Adrian was going to love every minute of torture he inflicted.

"I'm going to enjoy showing you the pleasures you've been missing out on, Azriel." His words were laced with an odd mix of affection and unbridled animalistic lust, as he teasingly bit down into the musculature of the young man's neck before leaning across to instead kiss the subject on the lips.
 
Azriel froze as the scalpel was taken out, honestly worried he’d be cut. Instead, his clothing was torn, exposing his body to the man; he was tense for a moment, intimidated by how close the blade was to touching his skin, before attempting to relax again when it was put back in the pocket. That didn’t last long, though, as the hand went back to pushing the boundaries of his pleasure, causing a shocked moan to leak from his lips as the pause had been long enough to break his tolerance toward the touch.

All he could give in response to the comment was a whimper, wanting badly to stop him from whatever he was planning yet too scared of being hurt to do so. “Ah-“ he gave a yelp at the bite, a bit surprised by it. As the kiss came, he tried to wiggle away from the action by turning his head. Out of everything the doctor had done, somehow a kiss felt like the largest breach of boundaries. “S-stop..”
 
"Shut up." The doctor replied curtly before kissing him deeper on the lips, as his touching of the younger man's cock became more fevered and insistent. After a few moments of this the doctor abruptly stopped to pull Azriel out of his lap, and he stood up before taking off his shoes, unbuttoning his trousers, and sliding them off to reveal the ten inches of hard length between his legs. He turned and stood over Azriel with that same lust in his eyes before moving atop him with his length grinding against Azriel's own hard length and his hands firmly gripping the young man's thighs.

"You really are quite beautiful, Azriel. Guys like you don't usually get my pants off until the at least the third date." Adrian smiled humorously before leaning in to kiss his prisoner's neck, as he ground his comparatively large cock hard against Azriel's length.
 
Azriel let out a whine at the command and kiss, though otherwise obeyed him. It only took a few moments of the insistent touching for some precum to leak from his tip, and for a moment he was glad to have the man pull away; that was, at least, until he noticed him begin to strip. He wasn’t dumb- he knew how men had sex, and he was far from ready for such a thing, especially in this situation.

The doctor’s size only further terrified him and he tried to push himself away with his legs, only causing himself to be backed into the corner. In the end, all he could do was squirm as his captor topped him, giving a whimper at the grinding. His mind was going crazy with panic and confusion as his body kept reacting in ways he didn’t want. Azriel’s face scrunched in disgust at the joke, weakly pushing against the man’s chest as his neck was kissed, though truthfully it looked more like clinging.
 
Doctor Grayson's left hand kept the young man's thigh more firmly in place, as his right hand moved to tease more precum out of the tip onto his index and middle fingers before circling the young man's virgin entry with those two fingers lubed up to assist in what was soon to come. Adrian's right hand moved then to cradle the back of Azriel's neck and tilt his head to look up, as he leaned back to look down upon the prisoner. Adrian looked down into the younger man's expression with that same warm smile on his lips, savoring the moment, as he lined up his hips before slowly but surely sliding his length inside of the young man.

Adrian gasped aloud at the sensation, but he never took his eyes off of Azriel's face for even an instant as he pushed his length deep within the other man. His left hand moved to cup and massage Azriel's cock and balls, as he began to slowly build a steady rhythm inside of his test subject.

"You are being such a good boy for me, Azzy. I like that." The doctor grinned wickedly and bit his bottom lip, as he could feel the younger man squeeze around his length with every push he made. Under the influence of the drugs it felt absolutely fantastic.
 
Azriel trembled as the precum was taken and applied to his ass, trying to squirm away from it though the hand on his thigh prevented that. All he could do was pout as he was forced to look at his captor. A sharp inhale came as he began pushing in, followed quickly by a groan and squeezing his eyes shut.

The captive soon began writhing as he was stimulated by both sides, tortured by both unbearable pain and electrifying pleasure as the drug’s effects seemed to reach its peak. Small whines bordering on moans squeaked out with each thrust. All he could do in response to the comment was shake his head desperately; the last thing he wanted was to be a good boy for the man. As minutes passed, his squirming increased from the pleasure driving him crazy, and much sooner than he’d like to admit, he came.
 
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Adrian felt himself go crazy with the pleasurable feeling of this young man's tight body wrapping and squeezing around his cock with each thrust, feeling a pleasant buzz building in his head, as he remorselessly pounded deep within the younger man's previously-virgin body. Knowing that he was taking this man's first experience and seeing those expressions of reluctant pleasure crossing his captive's face made him smile all-the-wider. When Azriel came, his seed jetting up and staining his dress-shirt, Adrian was almost irritated with the boy's premature climax. He wasn't finished yet, and if this young man thought he was going to stop for his sake he was sorely mistaken.

"You are so easy to please, Azzy. I hope you won't mind me taking my time with you." He growled in a low tone with that maniacal smile, as his hands wrapped around Azriel's throat and put pressure there to begin choking him while his pounding of the boy's ass grew in ferocity and speed with each thrust. After a minute-and-a-half of ceaseless pounding, breathing heavy all the while, as the pressure he put on Azriel's throat shifted occasionally to let him breathe for a few seconds before squeezing tight again; he finally felt himself growing to a crescendo of pleasure. With a few violently savage thrusts he plowed the entirety of his length to the hilt within the younger man, as he shot thick jets of cum deep inside him with a loud, growling moan that arose from his lips.

His grip on Azriel's throat relaxed before he leaned in and gave the young captive a deep, warm kiss on the lips before pulling away to speak as he looked Azriel in the eyes, "That was wonderful, darling. You did absolutely fantastic - that was fun for a first time, wasn't it?" His smile was a small, devious smirk of sadistic pleasure as he looked down to the young man - his mind conjuring up ways to best use his captive in the future.
 
Azriel meekly shook his head. He didn’t want this psychopath to take his time! He wanted him to just hurry up and leave him alone! Before he could beg for that to happen, though, a hand wrapped around his throat and cut off his breathing. The captive’s eyes widened as he began pushing at the doctor’s chest in panic, though that didn’t work any better than it had previously; after just a moment, he switched to grabbing at his arm, trying to make him let go or loosen his grasp enough to breath.

Between breaths, his mouth hung open in a way that showed that if he were able to breathe, he’d most certainly be moaning. The little moans squeaked out before taking big, shaky breaths until the hand tightened again.

By the time the man finally came, he was hard again. A faint sob left his lips as the hand retracted, revealing some light bruising around his neck. At the remark, all he could do as shake his head again. “P-please.. let me go…” his voice came out a bit gruff from the previous choking as he begged, ignoring the fact that he knew he’d likely be hurt worse if he left and was found by the boyfriend or anyone the bastard knew.
 
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