Mental Lockdown [Hahvoc x PureLust]

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

The world of BDSM is considered mysterious and frightening to those that live outside of it, as if it could sneak into their dreams in the middle of the night and devour their morality, and leave them to flounder in a sea of uncertainty and hedonism. Yet it has a certain calling, like a siren to a sailor, whispering sweet words of release and safety within the unknown. Within this unknown, there is a line to dance upon that calls to those who wish to toe the line between pleasure and pain. Some cannot escape the lure of pain and the sweet, dark pleasure it can bring to their flesh. However, there are those who want more than just pain or pleasure. These individuals want control or the give it up, to own someone down to their soul or to be owned to their core. Some straddle the line of all of these things and divulge in the richest and most tantalizing plays with power and pain that they almost become lost. And yet, they are few and far between.

Zeke was a unique case. He tempted the wills of people who said they could never be immoral or fall to the whispers of the wicked. He took that as a challenge for those he had an interest in, otherwise, he had no need for such fools who damned others for how they lived when it was consensual and agreed upon. And quite frankly, it was none of their business. Stretched out on the sofa in his apartment, book in hand, the twenty-six year old listened to the sounds of music fill the air as he read. Eventually he would head out to the club, but that wouldn't be for a few hours as it was still light out. Nonetheless, he was still entertained. He didn't have to go to the club, but the little monster inside of him was clawing for attention - to find someone to play with and use. Maybe he would find someone worth more than a few hours of play. Maybe. It was rare for him to find anything other than a painslut who had been degraded into nothing more than a slave. He didn't care for slaves as he didn't understand the mentality, but he knew some who were very interesting people. It was their ability to give up their will that he couldn't understand. He probably never would.

Turning the page of Alice in Wonderland, he wondered if people outside of the lifestyle considered it like the Rabbit Hole in Wonderland. If when they fell in, they would never be able to dream it away as if it had never happened. Maybe they would be eaten by the memories. That was why Zeke had never been able to stay away and had never tried. He had found his sexual calling and place of belonging. He wouldn't give that up for anything. He held it tight like a lover, keeping it close to his heart. Perhaps that was why he was always searching. Maybe he'd find that one person whom he could indulge all of his desires and not just the ones that were the most accepted. Maybe. With a small yawn, he stretched out his body before relaxing and looking out the french doors that led to his balcony. The sun was slowly starting to come down from the sky like a woman from pleasure, turning the sky rose pink. Soon, he thought. Soon he would be able to shed his humanity and be a monster once more.

 

[PureLust]

One thing that Brayden never understood was the urge to have a regular relationship with anyone, man or women. He had been with many people before but all of them failed miserably. He liked making them submit to his every will with whatever means necessary. Never once before though had he even the slightest desire to be the one submitting. Until recently that is. He was collaring one of the many who had helped him fulfill that lustful side in him when a thought occurred. How it might feel to wear a collar and be the one that was told what to do. Never knowing what was to bestowed upon him, what painful yet pleasurable experience he might encounter next. The thought was enough to make his body shudder. Some people enjoyed Disney romance stories and frilly flowers, picnics on a lake, and watching the sunset. Not him. He had discovered the wonderful world of BDSM and never wanted to leave it. It was like a playground for him. Constantly was he trying to think of new things to do, knew ways to reach his own pleasure through the others pain. It drove many off from him. It was the pain of it all that he liked. Hearing someone cry out in pain and writhe before him was the thing that made Brayden grin like a child at Christmas time.

Right now though he was standing before a mirror trying to comb his hair into a presentable flow. His last submissive had just left him and it was time to go on the prowl for another. Maybe this time he would find someone that he could be with for a while, someone who wouldn't run screaming from his manic playground. It seemed almost to much to ask though. To find someone who needed the darkness of it all as much as he did. Brayden really was tired of jumping from person to person. He needed someone to stay with him but also be able to give him what he needed. It was almost time for him to go out searching. Looking for just the right person was almost as fun as what they did together. Almost. Brayden gave up on the unmanageable locks of hair and grabbed his keys, swiftly heading down the stairs of his condo and to his Lexis.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"Shit..."

Zeke moved the book from his face as he stretched out, realizing that he had fallen asleep while he had been reading. Rubbing his scruffy face, he wiped the sleepy tears from his eyes before standing and stretching again for good measure. Marking his page, he slipped off to his bedroom to put on his attire for the night. It was a goth BDSM club and he had an image to uphold, plus he liked the feeling of leather on his skin. Removing his black button-down, he slid on his chest harness and locked it in place against his hairless skin. Next to go were his acid-washed jeans and boxer-briefs as wearing anything under leather made you sweat more and with all the movement he was going to do, that wouldn't be comfortable at all. Pulling on matte finished leather pants with a studded belt to match his harness, Zeke's outfit was almost complete. Searching through his closet, he grabbed his buckle-boots that buckled up to his knees and had a good heel to them. He really did love his combat boots and the imprints they left when he marked his subs with them. Some liked a good kick to the ass and he didn't mind handing that out.

Locking the final buckle on his boot, Zeke grabbed his sweatshirt and headed down to the garage to slip into his 1969 SS Class Camaro with matching interior and exterior. It was black and white, like he liked his life to be. He didn't prefer to have any grey areas, but he knew that life wasn't all black and white or simple as he wanted it to be. Things were complicated, much like sex could be. Once inside the beautiful car, he put the key in the starter and turned over the engine, listening to it rev at his touch. Shifting gears to pull out of the apartment complex's garage, the sleek machine purred until he was finally able to let it roar as he turned onto a busy street and raced onto the highway to get to the club.

 

[PureLust]

Once the car was started he drove off, going a good fifteen miles over the speed limit. He always tried to get to things early, and this was one of those times. The earlier that he got there the quicker that he would get in, and the quicker that he would be able to chose who he wanted to take home for the night. Brayden didn't realize how overly dressed he was to be at this particular club. He hadn't read the part online about it being a Goth BDSM club, just skimmed through that area. Great, now he would stick out. Maybe that was a good thing though, because then people would be looking more at him than the others who were all dressed the same. Or it would make everyone stare at him as if he were to ignorant to even be able to dress himself properly. He really hoped that it was the first one. This was supposed to be his night, and he should not worry about how he was dressed, but he was.

He pulled into a lot a few yards away from the club and quickly jogged across the street. There were only about ten people in front of him in the line and within minutes he was in the club with everyone else. Oh yes, he was definitely over dressed. He was wearing faded dark blue jeans with a button up black silk shirt. It hugged his skin like a second skin, leaving nothing of his body to a mystery to anyone. He did get looks, many looks in fact from both men and women alike. Everyone here was dressed in leather, spikes, collars, and boots. Looking at people in collars gave him the similar rush he had the previous day, thinking about himself in the collar.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

So many play things...

His mind purred as he prowled around the club. He was known here as one of the few brutal Switches out there. A few women he had played with in the past came up for some light conversation, friendly and open about their newest experiences. It wasn't all about harsh commands and sharp pain or bindings. He was safe here and had accumulated friendships that had helped shape him into the sexual deviant he was. Plus, it was always a relief to see the maturity and growth that his friends had gone through with him on their crazy journey. One of the women in their group was a submissive who had acquired a gentle Master and boyfriend, her collar shining around her throat. It was pure white with a bright red jeweled heart. It fit her completely and the pride on her face was unmistakeable. Zeke and her had played before, but they had both learned pain inflicted on her skin rarely meant pleasure for her- instead - they had learned she was a delectable sadist but never went too far. It worked with her relationship since her Master was a hardcore masochist, which seemed to fit his gentle nature. Zeke could still feel the envy that made his skin itch.

Eventually, there seemed to be a buzz going around that someone had come into the club with attire that didn't fit the theme. Usually, they weren't allowed inside so he was curious as to why they let someone in who wasn't - from the sounds of it - even remotely gothed up. The person who got in had problem been charged out the nose to get in and probably told not to make any trouble or else. That's usually how it worked. Some little man decided to poke fun at the goths and then got his ass kicked. No matter. Zeke would track down whoever it was and set 'em straight. Eventually he saw the person in question and his eyes narrowed. Completely out of place was an understatement. The only blue he saw were on some corsets and collars and leashes. No one wore jeans. The kid has a pretty face, but he was definitely not within his element.

"Seems we have a puppy who needs training..." He commented to one of the men who was next to him. The man's alias was Ragnarok, but Zeke knew him as Malcolm. He was a tall son of a bitch with long black hair and vibrant purple eyes. He had the tan skin of the Native Americans which made sense since he was mostly pure Cherokee. His great-great grandfather had been a white settler who fell in love with the tribes in the West and eventually one of the women. So his line wasn't pure but it was damn close. He was also about 6'5'' and muscular as hell. He looked around Zeke to see the man in question before he nodded with a small grin.

"Why don't you lure him in, Odin?" Odin, Zeke's play name. He and Malcolm had become enamored with Norse mythology when they had been kids growing up together and had developed their aliases as they matured and flourished within the lifestyle. They didn't want to be gods amongst the people they played with, but they wanted to leave a lasting impression. They wanted to be remembered and whispered about. It was narcissistic, but they were allowed. It was mostly fun and games. Mostly.

"Perhaps I shall...I've always wanted a dog." Hearing Malcolm snicker, Zeke motioned for the under-dressed man to come over to him. He wondered if he would be able to see him, and yet had the feeling he knew when he was being called. It would be a most interesting meeting.

 

[PureLust]

Most people that passed Brayden in the club gave snickers or glares. He hadn't known he was supposed to dress in goth attire. He wasn't going to poke fun though, as he had to pay triple the normal rate just to get in here. He wouldn't have anyway, he wasn't the type to joke about the way people wanted to present themselves, unless he was in a dungeon with someone. There people left all their rights when they took that first step through the doors. He could see two people talking and snickering to themselves, looking directly at him. Were they laughing at him or someone else behind him? Brayden already knew the answer to that though. He was in jeans and it seemed as if no one was wearing jeans, as if it was a rule that no jeans were to be worn.

When he was beckoned over a look of shock came across his face. What did they want him for? Brayden obeyed and shuffled over in front of them, gnawing on his bottom lip as he did. What in the hell? Usually he was the one making people feel like this. The one who had motioned him over though was by far the best looking guy in here. It took everything he had to keep drool from coming from his mouth. "Hi, I'm uhm..Brayden." Should he have used his own name? Brayden held his hand out in front of him, hoping that the incredibly gorgeous guy in front of him wouldn't think he was stupid and take his hand in return.

God this guy was incredible. He wasn't the prissy type of good looking, either. He was extremely masculine. The outfit he was wearing showed off the well sculpted body that Brayden so desperately wanted to run his hands along. It was a new feeling for him but it drove his body insane wanting more of it.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"Brayden...I'm assuming that's your real name, but you might want to use an alias or play name in this setting. This is Ragnarok and I'm Odin," Zeke said, glancing down at the man's outstretched hand but ignoring it. He would normally shake the man's hand but in this case, he needed to teach the boy a certain set of manners. And mostly, see how he reacted to the dominance that prowled around inside Zeke's head. Ragnarok gave Brayden a small nod before looking at Zeke to see what he would do. It was like a game between them to guess what the other might do to someone new. It was always fun. Instead of grabbing the man's hand, Zeke slid his fingers underneath Brayden's chin to get a better look at his face by tipping it upwards. Zeke had a few inches on him - especially in his boots- and wanted to see those pretty eyes looking up at him.

"Do you know how to take orders, little puppy?" Zeke asked, eyes roaming his face and form. Brayden probably would look good in a dark red leather harness with a black and green kilt or something of the short. Zeke did like a man in a kilt, which was probably why he hung around Malcolm so much - the guy was enamored with kilts despite not being apart of that particular heritage. Malcolm leaned in a bit to murmur something in Zeke's ear and he grinned before speaking again.

"If you can, I suggest you create an alias. Now."

 

[PureLust]

Brayden nodded an affirmation at it being his real name. He had to use a fake name? He never had used one before and hopefully them would let it slide at this point. He jerked his hand back as soon as he felt a hand on his chin. His face was now only inches away from the one who had called himself Odin. He must think highly of himself if he was going to call himself one of the greatest gods, in his opinion, in Norse mythology. He was a good several inches shorter than the man in front of him so he tried standing on the tips of his toes to get a better look at the face.

He was dying to lean forward just a bit more, to press his lips against the ones in front of him. What he couldn't get though was why he was lusting so badly after this man, and why his body shuddered when he was called a 'little puppy.' It reminded him of a collar and leash. Would the man in front of him look good holding a leash that was attached to the collar around his own neck? Brayden sure thought so. A frown played on his lips though when he was ordered to think of an alias for himself. He raked through his brain until he found something that made him smirk. "Haustier." It was a German word, translating to 'pet'.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"Haustier...I'll have to research that one, but for now, I'll just call you 'little puppy.' At least you can follow orders. Don't stand on your toes." Zeke said with a bit of a frown. He didn't know if he was comfortable with someone trying to get so close to his face but he could see that the other was thinking about kissing him. It was written all over Brayden's face. Malcolm murmured something mirroring his thoughts and he couldn't help but grin. This is why he and Malcolm shared everything. Most of the time. Tightening his grip on Brayden's chin, Zeke tipped his head just the slightest bit, eye to eye with the shorter man.

"Does the little puppy want a kiss? He has to ask for one...maybe even beg for it. You are a stray after all and I have to see if you can be trained or left to fend for yourself. Speak." Zeke smirked a little at Brayden, wondering if it would be too much too soon. Malcolm gave him a tiny nudge which he ignored, eyes staying on the shorter under-dressed man's face the entire time.

 

[PureLust]

He was about to tell the man that it meant 'pet', but little puppy seemed to work alright for now. He really didn't like the way they kept whispering to each other and looked back at him. It was as if they had a deep secret that they needed to keep hidden from him. His jaw locked when he felt the grip tightening, was he going to kiss him? One could really only hope. The hope fell as soon as he was told to speak, to beg for a kiss from this man. Brayden wasn't one to be told to do things, it had been enough that he had been commanded to make himself an alias. It was time to show them he wasn't going to be stepped on, as much as he really did want it.

"I am not going to beg for a kiss from you. If I want one, I'll take it." His voice was firm and a great deal more stable than he really felt. Brayden didn't usually get nervous around people but this guy had him trying his best not to tremble. He would have leaned up and stolen a kiss then had it not been for the grip on his chin that he was to nervous to swat away.