Remnants of the Earth
SPACE STATIONS => TRIM => Topic started by: Nix on June 07, 2012, 09:47:24 pm
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Trigger Warning: Non-con/rape
Benett sat at his desk in his new office and exam room. The notes in front of him were hardly interesting to anyone besides him, not even other TRIM scientist seemed to take interest in his research. He knew that he got to do basically whatever he wanted because his father was a board member, and as long as he got to carry out his work he didn't care.
Instead of researching drugs or products, he was researching physical methods of increasing psionic abilities. He had seen it occur in one of his slaves. The boy had barely any psychic ability and then after 'playing' with him the slave developed mild telekinetic abilities. He knew that there was no control group for this experiment, and that there were so many factors that it could never be widely implemented... but if he could figure out how to trigger these responses in even a few individuals... well, he'd be happy. Other scientists could work on their supplement and drug cocktails for enhancing psionics, but that would always be artificial...
Benett adjusted his glasses and neatly organized his data as he waited for the guards to deliver the next test candidate.
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Deliver him they did.
Hand cuffed behind his back, two guards escorted Asher into the room and then stood to the side to see if they were needed--and if Asher had it his way, they would be. Eventually. But for the moment he just stood there, brown eyes taking in everything: the room, where everything was located, where the nearest sharp object was, the scientist poring over his notes. He quickly analyzed the man: his physical makeup and build. Damn, he was tall, even sitting he could see that--but height meant nothing. Asher worked out daily; these scientists sat on their asses most days plugging in data and poking needles into veins.
It all took a couple seconds; he'd gotten fast at making snap judgments and quick observations, and he was perpetually in a state of "fight" because "flight" was not an option.
After a moment, he finally found the guy's face and grinned darkly. "What's up, doc?"
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"You're dismissed." Benett said to the guards without even looking up from his notes. This one was called Asher. He looked up at the subject and let his eyes roam over the smug pugnacious kid. He'd heard about the problems with this one, and that's why he'd been given permission to use this one in his research, if he wanted. And why wouldn't he? That lovely scarred and freckled face... his attitude and stance, silently begging to be broken and bent over. He just needed to be dominated...
"Asher..." He said once the guards left. "You can sit down on the exam table if you like. I would just like to talk to you today..."
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"I think I'll stand, thanks," Asher said and made no effort to move. He stayed planted where he was, in front of the door, and kept his eyes on the scientist. He didn't like making their job easy when he could help it and besides, if he just wanted to "talk" then that shouldn't be an issue.
"Whatcha want, dickweed?"
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"What are your psychic abilities, in your opinion." Benet asked, his eyes cold and staring straight at Asher's boyish face, that scar in particular. The names didn't bother him, and the fact that the other wouldn't sit only told him more about him. Benett scribbled notes down about Asher's behavior, without looking down at the paper.
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Asher grinned and cocked his head to the side, the smile never reaching his eyes. "Why don'tcha let me show ya and we'll find out together."
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"Later I will witness your abilities, but right now I need you to answer my questions." So disobedient, and so lovely. Benett's eyes didn't show any of his delight with his subject. "How would you describe your abilities? And how did you get that scar?"
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Asher rolled his eyes. "Yer the expert. Ain'tcha s'pposed to know this shit already?"
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"I want to hear the answers from you. If you do not want to answer I can start with the experimentation today instead of next week. But I can assure you that talking is less painful. Now. Sit down on the exam table and answer my questions." Benett said sternly staring at the younger male straight in the eyes with his own cold dark eyes.
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Asher met the man's gaze unflinching, staring him down and refusing to be stared down himself, and he showed no sign of moving toward that table. Fuck that douche. Fuck him sideways with a hacksaw. He wasn't about to let himself be intimidated because he had few things left but his stupid, stupid pride--but even he knew when to bend a little for the sake of self-preservation. Just enough.
Still not looking away, he finally snarled, "I can freeze shit with my mind and read thoughts. Happy?"
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"You tell me." Benett replied. He stood from his seat and remove his glasses before walking over to his cute little subject and standing in front of Asher... he looked delicious with his hands cuffed like that. Benett couldn't resist reaching out to trace the scar on his cheek. "Listen Asher... I just want to talk to you and give you some vitamins today... if you insist on fighting me, well I will enjoy it more than you will, trust me." He grinned wildly. He could barely contain his excitement. Benett wanted to make more beautiful marks in his freckled skin... he wanted to hear Asher cry out in pain and delight. He wanted to break that prideful attitude so that Asher could be free...
Free and in pieces.
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Asher's eyebrows rose and a flicker of unease stirred within him. After three years of this, he could handle a lot of things. What he couldn't get used to, however, was this shit. First there was the old TRIM Director who thought, of all things, that she could seduce him. Him! While going all creepster sadist on him. Yeah, 'cause nothing got him hotter than a lobotomy!
Now there was this joker, and Asher honestly couldn't tell if he was joking or serious.
"Good thing yer not a creepy motherfucker or nothin'," he said, taking a step backwards to get the guy out of his personal space and bumping his hands and back against the door. "Where the hell are all ya fuckin' sadists comin' from, anyhow? Glad to see TRIM values professionalism!"
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Benett laughed at that comment. "Sadist huh? Fairly accurate assumption... though I find it odd that someone in your position would question TRIM's values. Thanatos INC values money. They humor me because my father is on the board... you've become my toy Asher. Don't make me break you so soon. Now, come and sit down." Benett patted the exam table and narrowed his gaze threateningly.
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"I'm sure Zachary would love to hear 'bout this," Asher snapped, eyes narrowed and lips stretched into a humorless grin. It might have been an empty threat, but it was all he had. He hated Zachary, too, hated him more than anyone here by virtue of him being the President, but that didn't stop him from invoking his name.
Still, after a moment he moved, shoving past the man and heading for the table. It took some maneuvering, hands behind his back and all, but he managed to scramble onto it. He leaned back onto his hands and let his feet dangle, looking perfectly relaxed though his muscles were tense and his palms were sweaty.
The bastard could believe what he wanted; Asher had obeyed for no other reason than because it occurred to him that if things got nasty, this put him in a good position to kick the fucker in the face.
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"And who exactly do you think let me do this? Who do you think hired me and OK-ed my research?" Benett grinned and choked back a dark chuckle at the lab rat's threat. "Once again I'm amazed that you would think he'd care. Money Asher, if you have it then you can do anything... if you don't well, you're you." Benett's eyes roamed that lovely body.
"Which to you value more?" Benett asked as he moved to grab a syringe and fill it with his vitamin cocktail before returning to the younger male's side. "Your arms, or your legs?"
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Any retorts Asher had died on his tongue when the man asked that ominous question, and his eyes flicked uneasily to the syringe. The man had said something about vitamins earlier, but that sowed a seed of doubt in his mind--and who was he to believe the word of one of these assholes, anyway?
For a second, he didn't know how to answer. Fuck, he didn't know if he should answer. It felt like a trap, like there was no right answer--and he knew there wasn't. If he said he valued one, they would be the first thing to go. Or maybe it would be the opposite of what he choose. And if he didn't pick at all, well, he'd still lose.
It was a stupid, stupid fucking question and stunned silence quickly turned to anger the more he brooded on it, the more he recognized it as a game. These people didn't care about his opinion, anyway.
Asher rolled his eyes. "That a trick question?"
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"It's a question. Personally I think you'd look best without any limbs at all. Now hold still." The look of discomfort was simply beautiful on those features... it made Benett want to play with him more. He held down one of Asher's arms and quickly injected the vitamins into the younger male's shoulder before letting go. "Arms or legs? Oh and while we're at it... ears or eyes?"
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Asher hissed when the needle went in, stinging, but it was over fast even if it still throbbed. That was gonna leave a bruise for sure, though bruises were the least of his worries.
He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably and glowered up at the scientist. "What're ya gonna do if I say?"
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"That has yet to be determined. They are simply questions at the moment." Though those pretty eyes would look lovely in a crystal vase on his nightstand. He leaned down to trace that pretty scar again, this time with his tongue.
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Asher was not expecting that. The non-medical touching was creepy and had disturbed him enough, but when the man leaned in and licked his fucking face he lost it completely.
He reacted without thinking. Pivoting on the table, he fell sideways onto the table, lifted a leg, and kicked outwards at the scientist, aiming for his face.
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Benett caught Asher's leg and bent it back before leaning over the other and pinning him down under his weight. "Nice try." He chuckled darkly. "Answer the question pretty boy."
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"Go eat a bag of dicks, shithead!" Asher spat, struggling under him, not because he thought it would do any good (where would he go if he did break free?) but because he couldn't not put up a fight. He couldn't just play passive. Never had been good at it.
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"Alright then, you don't value your arms or legs... and your eyes aren't particularly important either. I'll let you keep your ears so you can hear me though. Maybe we should remove your tongue too... hmmm but I'd love to hear what kind of sounds you make." Benett leaned over to kiss Asher's scar as he grabbed the younger male's cock through his pants. "You don't really need this either, do you?" He smirked giving the groin a squeeze.
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Ahaha, no. Just no.
As Creeper McCreeperson leaned in and started kissing his scar and groping him, Asher reacted in the only way he knew how--instinctively.
He twisted sharply, latched onto the fucker's ear with his teeth, and bit down. Hard. He was fully prepared to take that ear, too. If the asshole wanted to start taking his limbs and feeling him up, so be it, there was nothing Asher could really do about it.
But he'd make damned sure he got his pound of flesh, too. It didn't mean he was any less terrified, but he'd had time to come to terms with what was most likely going to happen to him here--and he was sure as hell not going out with a whimper.
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Benett was happily surprised with this one's fighting spirit... it was so much more fun to break. He wasn't very phased by his ear being bit. It hurt, but it was nothing he couldn't tolerate. He squeezed Asher's balls harder through his pants. "I'd let go if you want to keep these."
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Asher made a pained sound, tears springing to his eyes, but he only bit down harder in response to keep from screaming. He felt his teeth pierce the cartilage with a sickening crunching sound and tasted coppery blood, which nearly made him gag.
They were at a stalemate and he knew it--and he knew what the consequences could be. But from the way this guy was talking, he might lose it anyway, so fuck it all. This man had more at stake here than he did.
"Leggo," he snarled through clenched teeth, "or lose it."
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Benett did wince a bit as he felt the cartilage break under Asher's teeth. He removed his hand from the other's groin and roughly grabbed his chin and face, prying his jaw open with his surprising strength. "Bad boy Asher." He said as he forcibly removed the other from his bleeding ear. He sat on the other's legs and held him down with one arm on the young man's abdomen, the other hand traced his bleeding ear.
Blood trickled down his finger and he promptly licked them clean. "Did you like the taste of my blood Asher? Do I get to taste yours now?" He mused.
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Asher didn't bother with a logical, rational response because there was no logic or rationale in this entire situation. Usually he could see some sort of point to the things TRIM did, even if he had to stand on his head and close one eye to spot it. Sometimes, he even cooperated, because there were times when cooperation meant it would be over quicker. It all depended on his mood and who he was dealing with that day. He hated everyone here, but he preferred some scientists over others, too.
This situation had none of those elements.
Glaring up at the man, Asher responded by spitting the man's own blood at him.
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Benett was not too thrilled that his questions weren't being answered, and that he was spit at like that. He slammed the smaller male's head against the table and glared down at him. "When I talk to you, you will listen. When I ask you a question, you will answer...." Benett wrapped his hand around the freckled male's neck and looked down into his eyes, glaring as he squeezed lightly. "If you behave these sessions will be much more pleasant for both of us."
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Asher gasped in pain as his head hit the table, and for several moments he was too stunned and dizzy to grasp what was going on or what the man was saying, vision swimming and head throbbing. He only started to crawl out of his stupor when he felt a hand wrap around his neck, and real panic sparked within him--but he was too addled to do much about it.
He froze up and stared back uncomprehendingly at Benett, heart beating wildly; Benett could probably feel its pulse in his throat.
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Benett could feel the sweet rapid pulse beneath his hand, and it excited him. He stopped squeezing but kept his hand there, prepared to resume choking the younger man in a split second if need be, and leaned over staring into Asher's eyes with deep intensity. "Do you understand me... beautiful?"
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Asher coughed and sucked in air as soon as Benett eased up on him, and for a moment he couldn't answer. Finally, comprehension dawned and, weakly, he nodded, looking up to meet Benett's eyes.
"Y-yeah," he choked out, but it was only so he would stop.
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Indeed, Asher would be fun to break. He pulled his hand away from the subject's neck and leaned down further to kiss those pretty lips. Benett's kiss was demanding yet somehow gentle, for now. "Good boy." He grinned pulling back a bit to kiss that lovely scar before removing himself from atop Asher, eyes never leaving the other male's face.
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Asher kept his lips tight and closed through the kiss, teeth clamped together. He didn't close his eyes, either; he got no pleasure out of it, no enjoyment, so he stared boldly back at Benett and made himself like a corpse: stiff, yet limp and unyielding. The man could kiss dead lips if that's what he liked, but Asher wasn't about to pretend he was into this. He wasn't.
He stayed like that even as Benett kissed his scar, even though he hated the sensation and wanted to pull away. But for now, he wouldn't; he was tired and it was time to just surrender and get this over with.
He couldn't quite help the small breath of relief that escaped him when Benett moved off of him, but that could have easily been disguised as being able to breathe properly again with the weight off his middle. Still staring back at Benett, he kept his expression neutral and disinterested.
"Ya done yet?"
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"...Almost." Benett made his way back to his desk and jotted down a few quick notes. "Asher... please strip." There was only coldness in his serious tone as he said this. He looked straight into the other's eyes, but at least now he was across the room. "I won't move from this seat, no worries." He didn't let the emotion show on his face, but inside he was smirking.
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Slowly, Asher sat up and tried not to look shaken, though he admittedly felt it. Fucker. However, he couldn't help but laugh at the bastard's "polite" demand. Genuine laughter, if maybe fed by stress.
"Strip, huh? Okay, yeah, I'll get right on tha', genius," Asher said, and twisted his body a little so he could wiggle his hands--still handcuffed behind his back--at Benett.
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Ah yes there it was. The dilemma. He hadn't in fact, forgotten the handcuffs. That inner smirk widened. Benett let out an annoyed sigh and crossed one leg over his lap as he sat there, looking down at his paperwork again. "Well. I need to preform a visual physical, and since I know you would prefer I do not touch you further I was going to be respectful/, unfortunately I cannot remove your handcuffs do to your attitude. So I suggest you either figure out how to remove your clothing to the best of your abilities in this predicament... or allow me to do it for you."
By the time he finished speaking his eyes were unflinchingly staring into Asher's. "I suppose the third option would be to request you are brought to me naked and handcuffed tomorrow. Would you get a thrill out of being lead to me bound and exposed?" His demeanor stayed cold and serious despite the obvious cruel sexual tension filling the room.
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Asher mentally recoiled at the thought of either of those options but knew he would have to choose. It was impossible to undress himself like this; his arms didn't bend that way! And getting his shirt over his head? Hah, only if he wanted to dislocate his shoulders. Fuck this douche. He knew good and well he couldn't do it and was now blaming it on his attitude.
Asher rolled his eyes. "Yeah, fuck that. We'll go with tomorrow. 'Cause yeah, nothin' turns me on more than being naked an' cold an' uncomfortable in a sterile room gettin' treated like a damned guinea pig. Ooh baby, yeah, talk vivisection to me, ya sadistic fucker, you. Lobotomies get me hard."
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"A lobotomy would be counter productive to my experiments but I'm sure we can find someone to preform one on in your presence if it would arouse you. Any fellow guinea pigs you want to nominate for the procedure?" He said in all seriousness finishing up his notes.
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Asher stared blankly at Benett for a moment, then gave a start when he realized he was probably completely serious. Thus far, he'd either been taking his sarcasm literally on purpose, or because his sarcasm meter really was broken.
"Uh...no."
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"Alright. Tomorrow then." Benett said after standing up and placing his notes on his desk before moving to the door to open it and alert the guards that they were done for the day. He turned back to his subject. "Tomorrow I expect you to answer all my questions honestly."
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"Yeah, yeah," Asher said, hopping down from the table and heading toward the door. He was greeted by the guards and went with them willingly, not that he had a choice considering the handcuffs. But even if he did, he just wanted to get the hell out of there. Fast.
And he was not looking forward to tomorrow.
The next day, just like clockwork, he found himself summoned again, naked and handcuffed as requested--which was more awkward for the guards than it was for him, because he had no shame. Some thought it was because he was Aedolian born and raised, but pffft, you could be body shy without being prudish. Get poked and prodded and put under a metaphorical microscope enough times, live without privacy, and eventually, you just stopped caring. Be treated like an object long enough and, eventually, you started to believe it.
Asher told himself that he wasn't to that point yet, but sometimes...
He shook the thought away before he could go very far with it.
The guards pressed the buzzer to Benett's door and then waited patiently for him to answer, neither looking at the subject between them. Asher, on the other hand, fixed his eyes on the door, roughly at eye-level, and willed his face into a blank stare.
He did not want to be here. He wanted a different scientist.
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Benett opened the door after a few moments of waiting. He had no qualms about making Asher wait outside naked. Actually the idea was somewhat thrilling. Out of all the psychics he was given as test subjects Asher was the most interesting. He met that blank stare with his own cold, critical gaze. "Come in." He said simply to both the guards and Asher. "If you could cuff his hands in the front now that would be splendid, and then you are dismissed."
The guards complied and quickly left. Benett glanced back at Asher's face but his eyes strayed no lower than that. "Please lay down at the table Asher." Benett said as he sat back down at his desk. He liked that blank look but was a little disappointed that he hadn't been the one to carve it into those lovely features. "How did you sleep last night?"
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Handcuffs taken care of and guards gone, Asher was, once more, left alone in the room with the psychopath. He did his best to quell his discomfort, putting on his best disinterested, icy front, and shuffled his way to the table where, with some difficulty, he climbed atop it and sat down. He didn't lay down yet; he wanted to see what the hell Benett was up to first. For now, though, he would behave, especially if that would get him in and out of here quickly.
"Like a baby," Asher replied, folding his hands in his lap. He shrugged. "Peacefully dead to the world."
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Benett's serious face actually formed a real frown, his mouth turned down at the corners and flattened out in the middle, his gaze narrowed significantly and he shot Asher a deadly 'we are not amused' look. He seemed to recall telling Asher to be obedient today, and for once Benett was not in the mood. His father had arrived last night and was already driving Benett mad. For a man who had never given a fuck about his son before he certainly had a way of getting up in Benett's business now. Luckily He wouldn't be staying long, and Benett had his new favorite toy in front of him. Naked.
"I received very little sleep myself last night, but I am glad to hear you are so well rested." He said as he pulled his chair out from behind his desk and positioned it about ten feet from Asher and the table. "I am going to run some actual tests on you today." He sat down with his clipboard and scribbled down another little not before adjusting his glasses and looking back up at Asher's face; his eyes. "When was the last time you had sex?"
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Rolling his eyes, Asher had been about to tell Benett just how sorry he was that he hadn't slept, the poor widdle baby, but that he was more sorry he'd woken up, but he never got that far before Benett dropped another "what the fuck?" bomb. He stared at the man, one eyebrow raised and the corner of his lip lifted in disgust. What the hell kinda question was that? Shit, man. These scientists. First the TRIM Director, now this douche? They must be awfully repressed up here or something...
"I'unno. Coupla months?" Asher said with a flippant shrug and a tilted head, and tried to think back to when Cass had...gone away. It was hard to keep track of time here, and he'd been trying not to think about it. "I'm clean if yer worried about STDs affectin' yer precious shit. Been tested since. But I'm sure ya know tha', as I'm sure ya got the files."
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Benett wondered how it could be so long since Asher had sex. He was magnificent, and so headstrong. He flipped through the papers on his clipboard to see if he had any information on Asher's roommate, but he didn't. He would have recalled reading that if he had, but the need to double check was overwhelming. It was something he would have to find out about. Then again Asher was prone to violence, perhaps he was in a solitary room. How sad. Benett would have to take care of his toy himself. He would from now on too. Now that Asher was his.
That look of surprise and disgust was rather amusing. Benett jotted down a small note about it. "I am not concerned with diseases, I have your medical records." He said calmly looking at Asher's face... his intense and beautiful eyes, his freckles, his scar. "Today we are going to conduct some timed tests and talk a bit. I am going to see how long it takes for your blood to clot, and how long it takes for you to cum. Which would you like to start with?"
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...The fuck?
Asher's face twitched, breaking the mask of blank indifference he'd been wearing. He stared back at Benett, lip curling in disgust. He didn't really have a proper response to that at all--the sheer absurdity of it all kind of stole everything else away.
Finally, he said, "Can I ask what kinda value either of those have to the scientific community or are ya just lookin' to get yer rocks off?"
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Benett had to use all his control not to smirk at that reaction, to stay cold and scientific for the time being. "Bleeding time tests are common before any sort of surgery, and the other is to make sure you are healthy and functioning down there." He still hadn't looked at Asher's cock, the lowest his eyes had roamed were to the other's chest. He was happy to see that those pretty freckles graced his toy's shoulders as well. It looked positively sweet. He wished he could dress this toy up like he could with the toys he had when he lived at home still. Oh well he got to play with Asher differently.
"So which first?"
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"I'm functionin' just fine down there, fuck you very much," Asher snapped. "And unless ya people are usin' my sperm to make test tube babies or some shit then why the fuck do ya even care? Fuck you. I'm out."
In one fluid motion, he swing down from the table and bolted for the door.
But it wasn't the door that was his goal. He knew it would be locked, knew he couldn't get out unless he knew the code, which he didn't.
His goal was the intercom.
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Benett didn't get a chance to respond but he did react. He was up in a flash, dropping his clipboard and going after Asher. His long arms and tall figure made up for Asher's speed and secondary element of surprise and unfortunately it didn't matter that Asher's goal was because Benett's was Asher. He grabbed the naked test subject's arm and yanked him to himself holding him in a powerful and tight embrace that consisted of only power and no tenderness that would normally accompany such a situation.
Benett was livid. He glared down at the toy in his arms. "I thought we were going to behave today... I can see your legs will have to be the first thing to go."
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Asher reacted instinctively, anger blending with panic until the two were nigh indistinguishable. Twisting in Benett's grip, he rammed his elbow as hard as he could into the man's gut and brought his foot up and then down sharply, driving his heel down on the guy's toes.
"Get th' FUCK off me!"
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Well the elbow in the gut certainly hurt but his own boots mostly cushioned the toe damage. Still he had winced when Asher elbowed him. He was livid and went for Asher's throat with both hands squeezing and lifting him off the ground with his superior strength.
"I am in no mood today Asher." Benett growled as he rushed at the opposite wall and slammed his in-obedient toy against it choking him. "I suggest you do exactly as you are told or I will cut off all of your lovely little limbs right now and leave you in a pool of your own blood." He snarled glaring at the younger male.
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Once again, Asher found himself slammed up against a wall--something that was happening an awful lot lately. Once again, he found himself dazed, head an explosion of pain, tight pressure against his throat that made him gasp for air he couldn't quite draw enough of. He kicked weakly, trying to find purchase on something to relieve the pressure but finding nothing but air beneath his feet. Too far. He'd pushed the guy way too far, but anger made him reckless and he'd been so close...
Unable to do much else, he managed a nod, anything to get him to let go.
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Asher looked so lovely when he was gasping for air and kicking weakly like that, he squeezed tighter despite the fact that the other nodded. "Next time you misbehave I will remove your left leg... then your right arm... then your right leg, and your left arm. Of course after those are out of the way I can still remove those pretty eyes and cut off your cock." He leaned forward to brush his lips against Asher's forehead and then pulled back releasing the younger male and letting him fall to the ground.
He took two steps back and stared at his naked toy. "Now start touching yourself."
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Asher sank down to the cold tile floor, coughing and wheezing and reaching up with his hands to rub his throat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Even he knew it wouldn't be wise to push him again, not yet, and his mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan. But nothing he could do was something he could do here; he had to wait until he was back in his room, or during mealtime, but right now...he just had to endure. Get through this session, get back in one piece, and see what he could do. Get it over with. The sooner it was done, the sooner he could leave.
He took deep breaths, heart pounding in panic, and stared up at Benett through his bangs, hands still rubbing his throat. "I am touchin' myself."
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Benett was clearly starting to loose his patience and glared down at the younger male, not at all amused by Asher's interpretation of his command. "You can start masturbating now or I can make the test obsolete by cutting off your cock. I will give you 10 seconds to decide."
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Asher opened his mouth, on the verge of another smartass remark--like shouldn't this happen somewhere a little more sterile? Where were the little hand wipes? Did he get a cup?--but the time was ticking, and even he knew he could only press so much. He only dared go too far. Even though he knew he would eventually die here, even though he knew one way or another he'd be tormented, he hadn't lost all sense of self-preservation.
Glaring up at Benett, he wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke himself. Years of living here had rid him of whatever shame he'd had prior to this life, but that didn't make this any easier to do, and with his nerves on edge and anger boiling within him, it was taking a while to grow hard.
One way or another, some day, he would get Benett back for this. For all of it. He would not leave this world until he had.
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Benett's impatience was rising, but then finally the other started stroking his cock. Just in time too.
He stood there watching Asher's face, that glare. Benett glared back and stood there with his arms crossed to his chest. "Tell me about your last sexual experience, in detail."
There was no joking in Benett's tone. He was going to break Asher, break him down and mold him into the perfect toy.
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That request just about made Asher laugh, despite the situation. His last sexual experience? In detail.
Well. He asked for it, and he'd receive it.
"Alright," he said, breath coming a little quicker. He was still soft; it was difficult to perform under pressure, difficult to perform while genuinely pissed off and frightened. But he was getting there. "Was with my last roommate. I was givin' him a handjob, but right before he came, he started singin' the Ponies theme. Ya know the one. Threw me off, I couldn't finish 'im, but he begged so I jerked him off, got him to come..."
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"You call that detailed?" Benett was unimpressed. "How did his cock feel in your hand? Was it bigger than yours? Thicker? What did his face look like when he came? When he sang the theme song for you was his breath coming out in little pants causing him to sing out of tune as your hand pumped him faster? How did it make you feel? Did touching him make your dick tingle?"
Benett sat there still watching Asher's face, his own was dead serious.
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Asher opened his mouth, about to suggest that maybe Benett should do the talking since he was so unsatisfied with Asher's story, but he clamped the words off short. Truth be told, he didn't remember much about that encounter; the memory had been ruined by the awkwardness of the situation. It hadn't been a very...sexy final time.
And yet even as he thought that, it made his stomach clench in a sudden wave of pain. That had been their last time. One of his last moment's with Cass. And he'd been mean as hell to him...
His hand slowed, cock still soft despite his efforts. Fuck, he couldn't do this. He wasn't in the right head-space for this. There was nothing arousing about any of this--only humiliation, anger, and sorrow.
"He looked upset when he came," Asher muttered. "I was kinda an asshole."
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Benett was getting annoyed that Asher wasn't preforming properly, but there was something pleasing in his reaction none the less. Still, he wasn't even hard.
"You don't get off on being an asshole to your partners then?" He made a small mental note of the observation. "You said this was your previous roommate. Do you have a new one?"
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Asher didn't look at Benett, biting his lip and stopping completely. His throat felt tight, his body shaky as the full horror of the situation began to sink in through the shock and anger. He shook his head and sucked in a breath.
"Ya should know that, shitass. Ya got th' records. Ya know who's in what room."
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Benett didn't need to look down at his clip board or consult his notes and records, he knew Asher had a roommate, an interesting seeming one at that. He looked straight at Asher, but did not let his delight at the other's dismay show on his face. "Should I have Hanguin brought here? Perhaps he could help get you erect since you seem to be unable to produce any results in this regard."
Benett adjusted his glasses as he stared at that lovely shaking frame, letting his eyes trail down Asher's naked form slowly. "Your cock seems to be an entirely useless appendage as of now."
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Asher raised his eyes so he could glared directly into the scientist's. "Ever reckon tha' maybe all th' drugs 'n' shit got somethin' to do with tha'?"
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Benett flipped through his records solely for show. "None of the things you are on should affect your cock or libido. Perhaps amputation is the best course of action if it is causing you trouble and malfunctioning. I can start making preparations for it's removal now." He looked Asher straight in the eyes once more with his own unfeeling ones.
"Unless you would like to start proving me wrong. You are running out of time Asher. Would you like me to assist you or have your roommate come help?"
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"It ain't causin' me trouble! And why th' fuck ya so invested in my fuckin' libido, ya fuckin' psychotic asslicker! What? Y'all gonna start breedin' the subjects or somethin'? Ya got some sorta medical fetish an' wanna fuck yer patients? Tell me how this is at all medically an' scientifically necessary!"
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"It is part of the experiment to determine if you are in good health and all of your parts are functioning properly and then remove any unnecessary ones. After that I will take note the changes in your behavior as well as any other physical reactions before testing if the loss of parts causes your psionics to compensate for the lack. Eventually the need to remove more vital parts may arise. If you insist on not cooperating we can skip to removing vital parts now. It is your choice."
Benett stared at Asher unflinchingly. "Do you acquire assistance or will you be able to come on your own?"
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"I don't need fuckin' assistance! Now shut th' fuck up an' maybe I can get somewhere with this!" Asher snapped, and clenched his eyes shut. Fuck his life. Fuck Benett. Fuck everything. And fuck himself for being so willing to be this douche's little dancing monkey just for the sake of saving himself--saving his dick--when none of it was going to even matter in the end.
But he spit in his palm, kept his eyes shut, and started to stroke himself again. Tried to shut Benett out, tried to fantasize about something else. Not Cassius, not any of the other subjects; the thought just made him depressed. He went back further, to his boyfriend, back when he'd been living in Aurora, Aedolis. Before shit hit the fan. Tried to get in a headspace to enjoy this, if only physically, if only to get off so he didn't get cut up. Tried not to think about what would happen if he didn't.
Finally, he hardened in his hand, his breath coming in shorter pants, his skin flushing. He covered his mouth with his hand so Benett couldn't get the satisfaction of hearing him.
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Benett watched Asher's face intently as the other finally got to work pleasuring himself. Silently he went to Asher's side and whispered into the other male's ear without touching him.
"Don't cover your mouth Asher. Tell me, what are you imagining?" His breath was hot and he was sure Asher could feel it on his earlobe and neck, but his voice was as monotone as ever.
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Asher cringed, visibly, at the sound of Benett's voice, at the sensation of his breath against his skin. He cracked open an eye to glare at the man sidelong, hoping that anger would cover up his fear.
"If yer tryna turn me on an' get me off, yer doin' th' opposite, so kindly shut th' fuck up."
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"That is hardly my intent at all. I want to know what you are thinking about." His words were as stoic as his expression.
He wanted to know what fantasies, what thoughts or memories in Asher's head were finally producing these results. "I won't touch you so long as you tell me honestly."