Fiction: Alpha Dog part 2
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kethniName: Alpha Dog part 2
Rating: Hard 18
Matt’s Partners (it’s faster!): Nathan (implied), Mohinder, Charlie, Luke, Candice
Warnings: Non-con, dub-con sex, implied physical and psychological violence, bdsm. Dark and pervy.
Nathan crosses over to the bed and tuts as he looks down at Peter. “Do you know what ability he has at the moment?”
“He has...”
“Nathan this is your brother!” Mohinder interrupts. “You can’t really...”
Mohinder is lifted off his feet as Matt shoves him against the wall. “I was talking.”
“Get him off me!”
Nathan clucks his tongue as he kneels down. “Mohinder why do you do these things? I swear sometimes you aggravate Matt on purpose.”
Matt drops Mohinder and turns to Nathan. “It’s useless. His eyes change colour.”
Nathan laughs and ruffles Peter’s hair before standing up. “That is useless. He’s dosed up?”
“Yes sir,” Matt says, hauling Mohinder up to his feet. “He won’t be able to use his ability.”
“Good.” Nathan turns around and shakes his head at Mohinder. “I don’t want to be have to punish you boys. Do try to behave yourself, Mohinder.”
“But...”
Nathan waves a hand as he walks out of the cell.
Matt walks over to the bed and undoes the straps holding Peter down. He flips Peter onto his back and reattaches the straps.
“Come here,” he orders Mohinder. “You want some samples first?”
“Yes, samples initially,” Mohinder says, stumbling forward. “Can you stop him looking at me?”
Matt idly gropes Peter’s balls. “I like his eyes, they’re pretty.”
“Do you have to assault him?” Mohinder asks sharply as Peter squirms.
“It would be no fun if I had to,” Matt says, leaning down to press his mouth to Peter’s ear. “You’re mine now,” he whispers. Peter’s breathing speeds up and he looks around desperately, fixing his gaze on Mohinder. “Aww, he thinks you’re going to help him,” Matt chuckles.
Mohinder walks around and pulls some strands of hair from Peter’s scalp, sealing them carefully into a plastic bag. “I’ll need blood, possibly skin.”
“There’ll be plenty of blood tomorrow.” Matt moves around the bed. “But feel free.”
“Mhddr!” Peter protests through the gag.
Mohinder taps for a vein in Peter’s arm and quickly takes a sample. “What are you going to do him?”
“For now?” Matt gestures at someone outside. “We’ll get him started with the basics and see where we stand tomorrow.” He chucks Peter’s chin. “I don’t think that you’ll be much trouble will you? No, you talk a good fight but talk is all it is.”
“The basics?” Mohinder asks as a couple of guards walk into the room. He and Matt stand out of the way as the guards unstrap Pater from the bed and drag him from the room.
Matt pads closer, hands in his pockets. “The basics to break down his barriers. Being naked, being cold, unfed, in fear of violence, dehumanised. I don’t think it’ll take much really. Peter has a very low tolerance for pain or personal distress. He’ll make a big fuss of being the hero and then he’ll fold.”
“You must be so proud of yourself,” Mohinder sneers.
Matt raises his eyebrows and tips up Mohinder’s face. “You have a black eye coming up. Too many blows would coarsen your features and that would be a shame.”
“Let go.”
“No, I don’t think so,” Matt says easily. “I know just the thing.”
Mohinder tries to pull back but Matt grasps his hair and drags him out of the cell.
“Let me go! Let me go!” Mohinder clutches desperately at walls and furniture as he’s hauled through the corridors.
Homeland Security operatives glance at them without interest or curiosity as Matt heaves him into the elevator and throws him against the opposite wall.
“You can’t do this,” Mohinder pants, pressing his back into the corner of the elevator.
“Can’t do what?” Matt asks, pressing the button and leaning back against the wall as the doors close. “Can’t do absolutely anything I want to you and have you take it?”
“Don’t hit me again.”
“I don’t want to hit you.” Matt cracks his knuckles. “I want you to get down on your knees and suck me off.”
“That is not going to happen!” Mohinder retorts.
Matt smiles slightly. “We’ll see.”
The elevator doors open with a bright chime. Matt steps forward and Mohinder tries to evade his grasp but ends up being dragged out through reception. Charlie blinks large eyes at them both.
“Oh! Let me get the door...” she offers, scrambling off her chair.
“Please... help me!” Mohinder begs.
“Stay with him. I won’t be long,” Matt orders, pulling Mohinder into his office. He handcuffs Mohinder to the desk, rips down Mohinder’s trousers and leaves the room.
“Miss... Charlie, right? Please...”
Charlie is already shaking her head. “I can’t help you, Doctor Suresh. Mr Parkman is good to me.”
“He has you parading around with barely a stitch of clothing on!”
“Yeah, sometimes,” she agrees. “But if you don’t fight then he’s kind and affectionate.”
Mohinder shakes his head disbelievingly. “Do you hear yourself, ‘if you don’t fight’?”
Charlie laughs. “You think what you’re doing is a good alternative? Yeah, it looks like it’s working for you.”
“I don’t get raped at will,” Mohinder retorts.
“Rape is an awful harsh word, Doctor. You ought to be real sure you’re using it right,” she says seriously. “Mr Parkman never forced me to do anything and he never hurt me.”
“He hurts me,” Mohinder snaps, tugging at the cuffs.
“Well, you keep fighting,” Charlie says with a shrug. “The more you fight the more he’s going to beat you down.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “I never fought and he’s always been gentle with me. I’ve had much worse lovers and that’s a fact.”
“You’re a coward.”
“I’m a realist,” Charlie corrects him. “He’s not going to give up. He’s not going to give me up and he’s certainly not going to give you up.” She straightens up at the sound of Matt’s footsteps. “Unless you enjoy him coming after you, I strongly suggest you roll over. He’s going to get you whatever you do or say.”
The door opens and Matt prowls in carrying a small box. He puts the box down and turns to Charlie, sliding his hand over her waist.
“Take off early,” Matt suggests. “You’ve had a busy day.”
“Gee, thanks Mr Parkman!” Charlie says, kissing his cheek. “What do you want me wear tomorrow?”
Matt purses his lips. “The blue dress with the flowers.”
“Okay dokey.”
Matt turns back to Mohinder as Charlie leaves. “Now, you.”
“I’m not going to ask what you want me to wear,” Mohinder sneers.
Matt shoves him down onto the desk and clamps something around his neck, a stiff leather collar. “Normally this is more of an occasion but you’re a special case.” Matt shift’s Mohinder slightly so that his neck is over a small clasp screwed into the desk. He connects the clasp to the front of the collar and leans back. “That’s a good position for you, Suresh, it suits you.”
“Let me up!” Mohinder demands, trying to pull away. “All I ever did was try to help you!”
“Is that what you did?” Matt asks casually, moving around the desk to get a tube of lube from a drawer. “Are you sure?”
”Remember that you’re the boss not him. He needs to know his place in the pecking order and you need that to be underneath you. Understand?”
“This is a terrible idea!”
“Daddy is going now, boy. You be good for the doctor. He’s going to give you lots of attention and affection.”
“Nathan!”
“I’ll be by tonight, Mohinder. Goodbye boy, remember daddy loves you.”
“This isn’t a debate, stay still while I dress you. Nathan told you to be good! There, isn’t that better? You could almost pass for normal. You’re quite handsome when you’re not crawling around on the floor chained up. Quite handsome. Um, do you want to play a game, Matt?”
Matt hums to himself happily as Mohinder squirms. He prepares Mohinder slowly, scissoring three fingers inside and stretching him wide.
“You can’t do this,” Mohinder says desperately. “You can’t. Let me go.”
“You say that lot,” Matt muses, “and I always do.” He washes his hands in the small basin in the corner. “Gives you something of a credibility problem.” He walks back over to Mohinder and opens the box on the desk. “You can go down on me or we can play a game.” He runs the narrow end of the anal plug around Mohinder’s pucker. “Feel that? How does that feel, big enough? What’s it to be?”
“Fuck off!”
“Language, Suresh,” Matt tuts. “It’s not big and it’s not clever. Unlike this, which is both very big and very clever.”
Mohinder gasps as Matt works the plug inside him.
“You’re only going to hurt yourself fighting. Although I’d be lying if I said you panting and squirming wasn’t hitting the spot. You remember our first time? You were panicking about him finding out.” Matt pushes the wide flange flush with Mohinder’s ass. “That’s when I knew how weak you were.” He plays with the small remote control and the plug starts to vibrate.
“Make it stop!”
“You’re always issuing ultimatums,” Matt remarks. “But you don’t have the weight or strength to enforce them.” His hand slides over Mohinder’s butt and he slaps sharply. “Let’s try a little higher setting shall we?”
Mohinder groans and tries desperately to escape his bonds.
Matt sits on the desk and reaches into Mohinder’s jacket to pull out his cell. He flips it open and smiles at Mohinder. “Must be weighing on your conscience. I tell you what, you can tell him now if you like.” Matt taps in a number and holds the cell to Mohinder’s ear.
“What? No!”
“It’s ringing, I guess you can tell him what you did or that I have you helpless and begging.” Matt turns up the speed again and Mohinder starts to sob. “I love it when you cry. I tell you what, if you can think of something else to tell him then you can.”
“Mohinder?” Nathan’s voice asks, sharply. “Is there a problem?”
“N...no,” Mohinder forces out the word. “I...” he looks up at Matt’s face. “I wanted to... apologise for annoying you before. Squabbling with Parkman.”
Matt brushes his fingers through Mohinder’s tears.
“Is he making you say this?”
“Yes,” Mohinder spits.
Nathan laughs lightly. “You boys. Have a good evening Mohinder.”
Mohinder gapes as Matt snaps shut the cell. Matt stands up and runs his hand up and down Mohinder’s back.
“Choices, Suresh,” he says, reaching around to paw at Mohinder’s balls. “You can go down on me or...”
“Get off me,” Mohinder growls.
Matt leans down to whisper into Mohinder’s ear, “Wrong choice.”
Mohinder moans and shifts as Matt leaves the plug vibrating and reaches around to very gently caress Mohinder’s balls and cock.
“Don’t... don’t...
“Shush now,” Matt murmurs.
Mohinder bangs his head on the desk and tries to buck against the desk.
“Stay still,” Matt orders. His free arm wraps around Mohinder and holds him tightly. “I might let you come soon. Or I might not. I don’t think you deserve it.”
“Please...” Mohinder breathes.
“This isn’t a reward.” Matt suddenly squeezes tightly and Mohinder screams, writhing under him. “This is a punishment. You need to learn your place. When you do that then we can look at rewarding you.” He lets go of Mohinder and walks around to the small mirror on the wall. He straightens his hair and clothes and then walks back.
“Hurts...” Mohinder moans as Matt undoes the handcuffs and unclips the collar from the desk.
“You shouldn’t have called Charlie a coward.” Matt drags Mohinder up by the hair. “I won’t accept that or disobedience.”
“I...”
“You’re wrong,” Matt says, straightening Mohinder’s clothes. “You have no idea who she is.” Matt pulls up Mohinder’s face. “But I know you. You’re weak, pathetic, and gutless.”
Mohinder licks his lips and shifts. “Then why do you want me?”
“You’re so pretty,” Matt says and lightly slaps Mohinder’s face. “And you have so much... potential.”
“For what?”
Matt opens the office door. “We’ll be starting with Peter tomorrow morning. Don’t be late now.”
“Good morning, Charlie.”
“Good morning Mr Parkman.”
“Is something wrong? Here, show me your face. Have you been crying?”
“I... I...”
“You can tell me anything, Charlie. You know that.”
“Oh Mr Parkman I’m in such a terrible mess and I don’t know what to do! I’m so sorry!”
“Whatever it is we can sort it out. Now tell me what’s happened.”
“It’s Hiro Nakamura, Mr Parkman, I used to know him a real long time ago but I swear I haven’t seen him in years! We dated for a little bit but it was so long ago, before the bomb.”
“Hmm mmm, I know.”
“You do?”
“It’s in your file, Charlie. Don’t worry, it’s not a problem. I know you’re a good girl.”
“Oh, gosh. That’s such a relief. Oh but no, you see, he got in touch with me last night! He left me a note. Mr Parkman I swear I’m no terrorist or sympathiser!”
“I know that, Charlie. Do you have the note?”
“Yes sir.”
“This is good.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I’m home,” Matt announces.
Luke scrambles up from the sofa and rushes over to take Matt’s coat and bag. “I made your dinner and I’ll warm it up and let me just take these and...”
Matt catches him by the back of the neck and Luke goes completely limp.
“Calm.”
Luke gazes up at Matt adoringly. “Yes Master.”
Matt lets go of him and ruffles his hair. “Where’s is everyone?”
“The Other is still as you left him,” Luke says, putting away Matt’s things and skipping upstairs after him. “Candice is resting in her room. She gets tired very quickly now.”
Matt pauses for a moment and looks back at the younger man. “Has He been fed?”
“I took Him food, Master. He wouldn’t eat it,” Luke whines.
“He didn’t hurt you, did He?” Matt asks, stroking a finger under Luke’s chin.
Luke lifts up his face and smiles as Matt tickles his neck and scratches behind his ears. “He tried to grab me but He couldn’t reach.”
“Did you hurt Him?”
“No Master, you said I couldn’t,” Luke sulks.
Matt pats his bottom. “You can hurt Peter when he gets here.”
“Peter!” Luke protests.
“The President says I can keep him when he’s broken.” Matt starts to walk away to the bedroom.
Luke’s eyes swim with tears. “Have I done something wrong?”
“What?” Matt asks, turning back.
Luke stares down at the floor, twisting his fingers together, and digging his toe into the carpet. “Am I being replaced, Master? If you tell me what I’ve done wrong I’ll... I’ll make it up to you I promise! I’m sorry that I’ve...”
“No,” Matt says firmly, resting his hand on the back of Luke’s neck. “Calm down. I wouldn’t do that.”
“Why do you need him when you have me?” Luke asks softly.
Matt kisses his forehead. “Don’t question me, slave.”
Luke cringes from him. “I’m sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”
“He can be a playmate for you, as Maya was,” Matt says more gently. “Won’t that be fun?”
Luke clutches at Matt’s shirt, leaning up to nuzzle his neck. “Thank you Master.”
“Go get my dinner ready.” Matt pats Luke’s bottom. “Go on.”
“Yes Master,” Luke says, trooping away.
Matt undoes his tie as he walks to one of the doors. “Candice, are you awake?” he opens the door into a frantic outdoor storm; rain pouring, lightening flashing, thunder crashing, and people screaming. “Stop!” Matt growls, tilting his head as he slams the door shut behind him.
Everything stops, and fades. Instead there is a small bedroom with a woman, chained at the neck, lying on the bed. She looks around frantically and the room shifts and contorts between the two images. She falls backwards on the bed and the room settles back to the bedroom.
“I hate you,” she says quietly.
“Because you can’t have your own way?” Matt asks, sitting down and sliding a hand over her stomach. “I let you pretend to be this pretty thing, don’t I?”
“Your wretch is still trying to make me lose weight,” she sneers. “He says he’s going to make me exercise when I’m able.”
“Good,” Matt says mildly. “Show me.”
“I hate you.”
Matt smiles at her. “It’s only one, Candice. It can be more. Would you like more?”
She growls and there is a blur of movement as she changes into a much heavier woman, hiding her face behind lank brown hair.
Matt strokes the swell of her stomach and smiles at the answering kick. “Be glad I know you well enough to ignore your complaints,” he says mildly. “Or I’d think I might have to break you again.”
“No, please, please don’t do that.”
“Sir.”
“Please don’t do that sir.” Candice changes into a lithe blonde and wraps her legs around him. “I can make it up to you.”
Luke cautiously opens the door and looks around.
“I’m coming in. Stay in the box.”
The room is empty except for a very large cardboard box, with a hole cut in the side, and a television which is turned off.
Luke walks in carrying a bowl of water. He pauses as the box moves and there is a heavy clink of chains. “Hey, stay in there.”
“As if I have a choice.”
Luke opens the flap of the box and puts the fresh water down.
“Kid, hey, look at me. What’s your name?”
“You should eat your food.” Luke stands up and shuts the flap.
“Whatever it is that Parkman is paying you I’ll double it!”
Luke shuts and locks the door.
Elle bustles into the lab clutching a pastry and a flask. “Good morning! I didn’t see you get back yesterday.”
“I didn’t,” Mohinder says sourly. “Parkman dragged me about for hours and then threw me out.”
Elle sits down and crosses her legs. “Fucked you sideways, huh?”
“Would you believe that assistant of his lectured me that I should just let him do what he wants?”
“The luscious Charlie,” Elle giggles. “She’s not nearly as prim as she makes out.”
Mohinder injects himself with something. “No?”
“What was that?”
“A painkiller. It’s like being mounted by a bloody horse,” Mohinder complains.
“Being screwed by Parkman? Yeah, except I’m pretty sure horses don’t squeeze three orgasms outta you and give you rug burn,” she says rolling her eyes.
Mohinder looks at her sideways. “He didn’t give me rug burn.”
“Well lucky you, that shit hurts.”
“So there’s no chance of you going to take samples from Peter Petrelli this morning?” Mohinder asks weakly.
“None whatsoever,” Elle says firmly. “When he’s got someone in for questioning he’s a million times more aggressive.” She flops down on the chair. “Now if I met him some time when he was chilled out and relax; sure. But not when he’s breaking in a new toy.”
“The man’s a monster,” Mohinder says quietly.
“It’s weird, right? Because I remember them bringing him in when he manifested.” Elle twirls a lock of hair around her finger. “I didn’t really have much to do with him but damn, I’d have remembered if he was like this.”
Mohinder throws the used syringe and needle into the sharps bin. “He wasn’t. He wasn’t anything like this.”
Elle pours herself a cup of coffee from her flask and settles back in her chair. “So, dish, what’s the goss?”
Mohinder shrugs and takes a gulp of his tea. “He had a breakdown. You remember the football stadium collapse? He was there when it happened. All of those people dying and injured. The telepathic blowback was too much.”
“So he turned into Homeland Security Seduce-and-Destroy guy?” Elle asks disbelievingly.
“No he was a wreck. It was a complete psychological breakdown. He didn’t know who he was, what he was, where he was.” Mohinder rubs his forehead. “I have to go. He’s expecting me.”
“Maybe try giving that ‘let him do what he wants’ thing a go?” Elle suggests.
“Thanks you so much,” Mohinder says bitterly.
Charlie smells his aftershave a moment before she feels his warm breath on the back of her neck. She stops typing and waits for the hair to be brushed away from the nape of her neck.
“Did you have a good night last night?” he asks, moving her hair and kissing her neck.
“Yes thank you,” she says, closing her eyes.
He turns her chair around to face him and sinks to his knees.
“Thought I felt you having trouble,” he says, pushing her dress up her thighs and easing down her panties.
“You watching me sleep now, Mr Parkman?” Charlie asks. “A girl could fret about a thing like that.”
“I worry about you, Charlie. I know you’re feeling... ambivalent about Peter Petrelli.” He pushes her knees wide apart and sits between them.
“He’s a bad guy, I know that, Mr Parkman.” She licks her lips as Matt kisses her thighs. “I know what you’re doing is for the public... ahhh... the public good.”
“We couldn’t have done it without you.” Matt pulls her forward and lifts her slightly to bury his face between her legs.
Charlie throws back her head and her hands grip the armrests. “Oh... oh... gee...”
“Use my name.”
“Uh... uh...oh... Mr Parkman... oh god...”
The chair squeaks and rocks as Charlie writhes. “... oh... OHHHH...”
Matt kisses her forehead and straightens her clothing. “Herbal tea?”
“Gosh, that’d be nice,” she sighs. “What’s wrong?”
“Suresh is outside,” Matt says shortly. “I didn’t notice.”
Charlie runs her fingers through her hair. “Well good.”
Matt rests a hand on her shoulder. “Stay here, I’ll get your tea. Let him lurk.”
“It’s just... it’s just a game. Just fun. Secret fun. You like fun, don’t you Matt? That’s your name, do you remember? Don’t carry on, I’m not hurting you. It’s just a game. A game for us. You try and get out okay? Hmm, like that. You’re very strong aren’t you? Shush, quiet. Here, open your mouth. It’s alright, part of the game. Open your mouth wide and... shut it. Good, that’s good. Tilt your head so I can put the tape around. Okay, that’s good. Try and get out again? Can you... bark through the gag? And once more but looking at the camera? So handsome. This is just fun between us. The P... your daddy doesn’t have to know. We won’t tell him. Our secret. Do you like secrets? Well this is our secret. Didn’t hurt did it? Not really. Stop moving now while I untie you, good. Suits you, I used to think that back when... but things were different. I suppose you wouldn’t have been interested. I’m sure you wouldn’t have let me do this. What’re you doing? No. No, Matt, stop. Stop! Stop! Please... no you can’t... haven’t... uh... uh... please.”
“I’m sorry... I’m sorry... please stop... won’t... won’t ever do it... No! Not again...”
“It hurts. I’m tired. I’m tired, please... Please don’t. Please... hurts... Please Matt...”
“Mohinder, what the hell happened?”
“Nothing, just... just a bad night. Nothing happened.”
“A bad night? You look like you spent all night being dragged around the floor by your ear. I hope my baby boy has been behaving himself?”
“What? Of... of course.”
“Oh, there he is. All tuckered out. I hadn’t realised how much pent-up energy he must’ve had. I must’ve been neglecting him more than I thought. They look so peaceful asleep don’t they? So tranquil and innocent. Oh, hey baby, did daddy wake you? Have you been behaving yourself for the doctor? He’s going to be taking good care of you for me.”
“Nathan, no, I can’t. I... I can’t keep him here.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Mohinder. It’s only for the next few weeks. A couple of months at most.”
“No, Nathan, really...”
“Oh, shush baby, shush, it’s okay. The doctor isn’t going to make you leave. You boys will be able to have lots of fun together for the next few weeks.”
Mohinder squeaks as Matt grabs him by the neck and hauls him into the room. “You finished gawping, pervert?”
“Me!”
“Yeah, you.”
Charlie clears her throat. “Excuse me, Mr Parkman, but they’re asking for you downstairs. Peter Petrelli is ready to talk.”
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Rating: Hard 18
Matt’s Partners (it’s faster!): Nathan (implied), Mohinder, Charlie, Luke, Candice
Warnings: Non-con, dub-con sex, implied physical and psychological violence, bdsm. Dark and pervy.
Nathan crosses over to the bed and tuts as he looks down at Peter. “Do you know what ability he has at the moment?”
“He has...”
“Nathan this is your brother!” Mohinder interrupts. “You can’t really...”
Mohinder is lifted off his feet as Matt shoves him against the wall. “I was talking.”
“Get him off me!”
Nathan clucks his tongue as he kneels down. “Mohinder why do you do these things? I swear sometimes you aggravate Matt on purpose.”
Matt drops Mohinder and turns to Nathan. “It’s useless. His eyes change colour.”
Nathan laughs and ruffles Peter’s hair before standing up. “That is useless. He’s dosed up?”
“Yes sir,” Matt says, hauling Mohinder up to his feet. “He won’t be able to use his ability.”
“Good.” Nathan turns around and shakes his head at Mohinder. “I don’t want to be have to punish you boys. Do try to behave yourself, Mohinder.”
“But...”
Nathan waves a hand as he walks out of the cell.
Matt walks over to the bed and undoes the straps holding Peter down. He flips Peter onto his back and reattaches the straps.
“Come here,” he orders Mohinder. “You want some samples first?”
“Yes, samples initially,” Mohinder says, stumbling forward. “Can you stop him looking at me?”
Matt idly gropes Peter’s balls. “I like his eyes, they’re pretty.”
“Do you have to assault him?” Mohinder asks sharply as Peter squirms.
“It would be no fun if I had to,” Matt says, leaning down to press his mouth to Peter’s ear. “You’re mine now,” he whispers. Peter’s breathing speeds up and he looks around desperately, fixing his gaze on Mohinder. “Aww, he thinks you’re going to help him,” Matt chuckles.
Mohinder walks around and pulls some strands of hair from Peter’s scalp, sealing them carefully into a plastic bag. “I’ll need blood, possibly skin.”
“There’ll be plenty of blood tomorrow.” Matt moves around the bed. “But feel free.”
“Mhddr!” Peter protests through the gag.
Mohinder taps for a vein in Peter’s arm and quickly takes a sample. “What are you going to do him?”
“For now?” Matt gestures at someone outside. “We’ll get him started with the basics and see where we stand tomorrow.” He chucks Peter’s chin. “I don’t think that you’ll be much trouble will you? No, you talk a good fight but talk is all it is.”
“The basics?” Mohinder asks as a couple of guards walk into the room. He and Matt stand out of the way as the guards unstrap Pater from the bed and drag him from the room.
Matt pads closer, hands in his pockets. “The basics to break down his barriers. Being naked, being cold, unfed, in fear of violence, dehumanised. I don’t think it’ll take much really. Peter has a very low tolerance for pain or personal distress. He’ll make a big fuss of being the hero and then he’ll fold.”
“You must be so proud of yourself,” Mohinder sneers.
Matt raises his eyebrows and tips up Mohinder’s face. “You have a black eye coming up. Too many blows would coarsen your features and that would be a shame.”
“Let go.”
“No, I don’t think so,” Matt says easily. “I know just the thing.”
Mohinder tries to pull back but Matt grasps his hair and drags him out of the cell.
“Let me go! Let me go!” Mohinder clutches desperately at walls and furniture as he’s hauled through the corridors.
Homeland Security operatives glance at them without interest or curiosity as Matt heaves him into the elevator and throws him against the opposite wall.
“You can’t do this,” Mohinder pants, pressing his back into the corner of the elevator.
“Can’t do what?” Matt asks, pressing the button and leaning back against the wall as the doors close. “Can’t do absolutely anything I want to you and have you take it?”
“Don’t hit me again.”
“I don’t want to hit you.” Matt cracks his knuckles. “I want you to get down on your knees and suck me off.”
“That is not going to happen!” Mohinder retorts.
Matt smiles slightly. “We’ll see.”
The elevator doors open with a bright chime. Matt steps forward and Mohinder tries to evade his grasp but ends up being dragged out through reception. Charlie blinks large eyes at them both.
“Oh! Let me get the door...” she offers, scrambling off her chair.
“Please... help me!” Mohinder begs.
“Stay with him. I won’t be long,” Matt orders, pulling Mohinder into his office. He handcuffs Mohinder to the desk, rips down Mohinder’s trousers and leaves the room.
“Miss... Charlie, right? Please...”
Charlie is already shaking her head. “I can’t help you, Doctor Suresh. Mr Parkman is good to me.”
“He has you parading around with barely a stitch of clothing on!”
“Yeah, sometimes,” she agrees. “But if you don’t fight then he’s kind and affectionate.”
Mohinder shakes his head disbelievingly. “Do you hear yourself, ‘if you don’t fight’?”
Charlie laughs. “You think what you’re doing is a good alternative? Yeah, it looks like it’s working for you.”
“I don’t get raped at will,” Mohinder retorts.
“Rape is an awful harsh word, Doctor. You ought to be real sure you’re using it right,” she says seriously. “Mr Parkman never forced me to do anything and he never hurt me.”
“He hurts me,” Mohinder snaps, tugging at the cuffs.
“Well, you keep fighting,” Charlie says with a shrug. “The more you fight the more he’s going to beat you down.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “I never fought and he’s always been gentle with me. I’ve had much worse lovers and that’s a fact.”
“You’re a coward.”
“I’m a realist,” Charlie corrects him. “He’s not going to give up. He’s not going to give me up and he’s certainly not going to give you up.” She straightens up at the sound of Matt’s footsteps. “Unless you enjoy him coming after you, I strongly suggest you roll over. He’s going to get you whatever you do or say.”
The door opens and Matt prowls in carrying a small box. He puts the box down and turns to Charlie, sliding his hand over her waist.
“Take off early,” Matt suggests. “You’ve had a busy day.”
“Gee, thanks Mr Parkman!” Charlie says, kissing his cheek. “What do you want me wear tomorrow?”
Matt purses his lips. “The blue dress with the flowers.”
“Okay dokey.”
Matt turns back to Mohinder as Charlie leaves. “Now, you.”
“I’m not going to ask what you want me to wear,” Mohinder sneers.
Matt shoves him down onto the desk and clamps something around his neck, a stiff leather collar. “Normally this is more of an occasion but you’re a special case.” Matt shift’s Mohinder slightly so that his neck is over a small clasp screwed into the desk. He connects the clasp to the front of the collar and leans back. “That’s a good position for you, Suresh, it suits you.”
“Let me up!” Mohinder demands, trying to pull away. “All I ever did was try to help you!”
“Is that what you did?” Matt asks casually, moving around the desk to get a tube of lube from a drawer. “Are you sure?”
”Remember that you’re the boss not him. He needs to know his place in the pecking order and you need that to be underneath you. Understand?”
“This is a terrible idea!”
“Daddy is going now, boy. You be good for the doctor. He’s going to give you lots of attention and affection.”
“Nathan!”
“I’ll be by tonight, Mohinder. Goodbye boy, remember daddy loves you.”
“This isn’t a debate, stay still while I dress you. Nathan told you to be good! There, isn’t that better? You could almost pass for normal. You’re quite handsome when you’re not crawling around on the floor chained up. Quite handsome. Um, do you want to play a game, Matt?”
Matt hums to himself happily as Mohinder squirms. He prepares Mohinder slowly, scissoring three fingers inside and stretching him wide.
“You can’t do this,” Mohinder says desperately. “You can’t. Let me go.”
“You say that lot,” Matt muses, “and I always do.” He washes his hands in the small basin in the corner. “Gives you something of a credibility problem.” He walks back over to Mohinder and opens the box on the desk. “You can go down on me or we can play a game.” He runs the narrow end of the anal plug around Mohinder’s pucker. “Feel that? How does that feel, big enough? What’s it to be?”
“Fuck off!”
“Language, Suresh,” Matt tuts. “It’s not big and it’s not clever. Unlike this, which is both very big and very clever.”
Mohinder gasps as Matt works the plug inside him.
“You’re only going to hurt yourself fighting. Although I’d be lying if I said you panting and squirming wasn’t hitting the spot. You remember our first time? You were panicking about him finding out.” Matt pushes the wide flange flush with Mohinder’s ass. “That’s when I knew how weak you were.” He plays with the small remote control and the plug starts to vibrate.
“Make it stop!”
“You’re always issuing ultimatums,” Matt remarks. “But you don’t have the weight or strength to enforce them.” His hand slides over Mohinder’s butt and he slaps sharply. “Let’s try a little higher setting shall we?”
Mohinder groans and tries desperately to escape his bonds.
Matt sits on the desk and reaches into Mohinder’s jacket to pull out his cell. He flips it open and smiles at Mohinder. “Must be weighing on your conscience. I tell you what, you can tell him now if you like.” Matt taps in a number and holds the cell to Mohinder’s ear.
“What? No!”
“It’s ringing, I guess you can tell him what you did or that I have you helpless and begging.” Matt turns up the speed again and Mohinder starts to sob. “I love it when you cry. I tell you what, if you can think of something else to tell him then you can.”
“Mohinder?” Nathan’s voice asks, sharply. “Is there a problem?”
“N...no,” Mohinder forces out the word. “I...” he looks up at Matt’s face. “I wanted to... apologise for annoying you before. Squabbling with Parkman.”
Matt brushes his fingers through Mohinder’s tears.
“Is he making you say this?”
“Yes,” Mohinder spits.
Nathan laughs lightly. “You boys. Have a good evening Mohinder.”
Mohinder gapes as Matt snaps shut the cell. Matt stands up and runs his hand up and down Mohinder’s back.
“Choices, Suresh,” he says, reaching around to paw at Mohinder’s balls. “You can go down on me or...”
“Get off me,” Mohinder growls.
Matt leans down to whisper into Mohinder’s ear, “Wrong choice.”
Mohinder moans and shifts as Matt leaves the plug vibrating and reaches around to very gently caress Mohinder’s balls and cock.
“Don’t... don’t...
“Shush now,” Matt murmurs.
Mohinder bangs his head on the desk and tries to buck against the desk.
“Stay still,” Matt orders. His free arm wraps around Mohinder and holds him tightly. “I might let you come soon. Or I might not. I don’t think you deserve it.”
“Please...” Mohinder breathes.
“This isn’t a reward.” Matt suddenly squeezes tightly and Mohinder screams, writhing under him. “This is a punishment. You need to learn your place. When you do that then we can look at rewarding you.” He lets go of Mohinder and walks around to the small mirror on the wall. He straightens his hair and clothes and then walks back.
“Hurts...” Mohinder moans as Matt undoes the handcuffs and unclips the collar from the desk.
“You shouldn’t have called Charlie a coward.” Matt drags Mohinder up by the hair. “I won’t accept that or disobedience.”
“I...”
“You’re wrong,” Matt says, straightening Mohinder’s clothes. “You have no idea who she is.” Matt pulls up Mohinder’s face. “But I know you. You’re weak, pathetic, and gutless.”
Mohinder licks his lips and shifts. “Then why do you want me?”
“You’re so pretty,” Matt says and lightly slaps Mohinder’s face. “And you have so much... potential.”
“For what?”
Matt opens the office door. “We’ll be starting with Peter tomorrow morning. Don’t be late now.”
“Good morning, Charlie.”
“Good morning Mr Parkman.”
“Is something wrong? Here, show me your face. Have you been crying?”
“I... I...”
“You can tell me anything, Charlie. You know that.”
“Oh Mr Parkman I’m in such a terrible mess and I don’t know what to do! I’m so sorry!”
“Whatever it is we can sort it out. Now tell me what’s happened.”
“It’s Hiro Nakamura, Mr Parkman, I used to know him a real long time ago but I swear I haven’t seen him in years! We dated for a little bit but it was so long ago, before the bomb.”
“Hmm mmm, I know.”
“You do?”
“It’s in your file, Charlie. Don’t worry, it’s not a problem. I know you’re a good girl.”
“Oh, gosh. That’s such a relief. Oh but no, you see, he got in touch with me last night! He left me a note. Mr Parkman I swear I’m no terrorist or sympathiser!”
“I know that, Charlie. Do you have the note?”
“Yes sir.”
“This is good.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I’m home,” Matt announces.
Luke scrambles up from the sofa and rushes over to take Matt’s coat and bag. “I made your dinner and I’ll warm it up and let me just take these and...”
Matt catches him by the back of the neck and Luke goes completely limp.
“Calm.”
Luke gazes up at Matt adoringly. “Yes Master.”
Matt lets go of him and ruffles his hair. “Where’s is everyone?”
“The Other is still as you left him,” Luke says, putting away Matt’s things and skipping upstairs after him. “Candice is resting in her room. She gets tired very quickly now.”
Matt pauses for a moment and looks back at the younger man. “Has He been fed?”
“I took Him food, Master. He wouldn’t eat it,” Luke whines.
“He didn’t hurt you, did He?” Matt asks, stroking a finger under Luke’s chin.
Luke lifts up his face and smiles as Matt tickles his neck and scratches behind his ears. “He tried to grab me but He couldn’t reach.”
“Did you hurt Him?”
“No Master, you said I couldn’t,” Luke sulks.
Matt pats his bottom. “You can hurt Peter when he gets here.”
“Peter!” Luke protests.
“The President says I can keep him when he’s broken.” Matt starts to walk away to the bedroom.
Luke’s eyes swim with tears. “Have I done something wrong?”
“What?” Matt asks, turning back.
Luke stares down at the floor, twisting his fingers together, and digging his toe into the carpet. “Am I being replaced, Master? If you tell me what I’ve done wrong I’ll... I’ll make it up to you I promise! I’m sorry that I’ve...”
“No,” Matt says firmly, resting his hand on the back of Luke’s neck. “Calm down. I wouldn’t do that.”
“Why do you need him when you have me?” Luke asks softly.
Matt kisses his forehead. “Don’t question me, slave.”
Luke cringes from him. “I’m sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”
“He can be a playmate for you, as Maya was,” Matt says more gently. “Won’t that be fun?”
Luke clutches at Matt’s shirt, leaning up to nuzzle his neck. “Thank you Master.”
“Go get my dinner ready.” Matt pats Luke’s bottom. “Go on.”
“Yes Master,” Luke says, trooping away.
Matt undoes his tie as he walks to one of the doors. “Candice, are you awake?” he opens the door into a frantic outdoor storm; rain pouring, lightening flashing, thunder crashing, and people screaming. “Stop!” Matt growls, tilting his head as he slams the door shut behind him.
Everything stops, and fades. Instead there is a small bedroom with a woman, chained at the neck, lying on the bed. She looks around frantically and the room shifts and contorts between the two images. She falls backwards on the bed and the room settles back to the bedroom.
“I hate you,” she says quietly.
“Because you can’t have your own way?” Matt asks, sitting down and sliding a hand over her stomach. “I let you pretend to be this pretty thing, don’t I?”
“Your wretch is still trying to make me lose weight,” she sneers. “He says he’s going to make me exercise when I’m able.”
“Good,” Matt says mildly. “Show me.”
“I hate you.”
Matt smiles at her. “It’s only one, Candice. It can be more. Would you like more?”
She growls and there is a blur of movement as she changes into a much heavier woman, hiding her face behind lank brown hair.
Matt strokes the swell of her stomach and smiles at the answering kick. “Be glad I know you well enough to ignore your complaints,” he says mildly. “Or I’d think I might have to break you again.”
“No, please, please don’t do that.”
“Sir.”
“Please don’t do that sir.” Candice changes into a lithe blonde and wraps her legs around him. “I can make it up to you.”
Luke cautiously opens the door and looks around.
“I’m coming in. Stay in the box.”
The room is empty except for a very large cardboard box, with a hole cut in the side, and a television which is turned off.
Luke walks in carrying a bowl of water. He pauses as the box moves and there is a heavy clink of chains. “Hey, stay in there.”
“As if I have a choice.”
Luke opens the flap of the box and puts the fresh water down.
“Kid, hey, look at me. What’s your name?”
“You should eat your food.” Luke stands up and shuts the flap.
“Whatever it is that Parkman is paying you I’ll double it!”
Luke shuts and locks the door.
Elle bustles into the lab clutching a pastry and a flask. “Good morning! I didn’t see you get back yesterday.”
“I didn’t,” Mohinder says sourly. “Parkman dragged me about for hours and then threw me out.”
Elle sits down and crosses her legs. “Fucked you sideways, huh?”
“Would you believe that assistant of his lectured me that I should just let him do what he wants?”
“The luscious Charlie,” Elle giggles. “She’s not nearly as prim as she makes out.”
Mohinder injects himself with something. “No?”
“What was that?”
“A painkiller. It’s like being mounted by a bloody horse,” Mohinder complains.
“Being screwed by Parkman? Yeah, except I’m pretty sure horses don’t squeeze three orgasms outta you and give you rug burn,” she says rolling her eyes.
Mohinder looks at her sideways. “He didn’t give me rug burn.”
“Well lucky you, that shit hurts.”
“So there’s no chance of you going to take samples from Peter Petrelli this morning?” Mohinder asks weakly.
“None whatsoever,” Elle says firmly. “When he’s got someone in for questioning he’s a million times more aggressive.” She flops down on the chair. “Now if I met him some time when he was chilled out and relax; sure. But not when he’s breaking in a new toy.”
“The man’s a monster,” Mohinder says quietly.
“It’s weird, right? Because I remember them bringing him in when he manifested.” Elle twirls a lock of hair around her finger. “I didn’t really have much to do with him but damn, I’d have remembered if he was like this.”
Mohinder throws the used syringe and needle into the sharps bin. “He wasn’t. He wasn’t anything like this.”
Elle pours herself a cup of coffee from her flask and settles back in her chair. “So, dish, what’s the goss?”
Mohinder shrugs and takes a gulp of his tea. “He had a breakdown. You remember the football stadium collapse? He was there when it happened. All of those people dying and injured. The telepathic blowback was too much.”
“So he turned into Homeland Security Seduce-and-Destroy guy?” Elle asks disbelievingly.
“No he was a wreck. It was a complete psychological breakdown. He didn’t know who he was, what he was, where he was.” Mohinder rubs his forehead. “I have to go. He’s expecting me.”
“Maybe try giving that ‘let him do what he wants’ thing a go?” Elle suggests.
“Thanks you so much,” Mohinder says bitterly.
Charlie smells his aftershave a moment before she feels his warm breath on the back of her neck. She stops typing and waits for the hair to be brushed away from the nape of her neck.
“Did you have a good night last night?” he asks, moving her hair and kissing her neck.
“Yes thank you,” she says, closing her eyes.
He turns her chair around to face him and sinks to his knees.
“Thought I felt you having trouble,” he says, pushing her dress up her thighs and easing down her panties.
“You watching me sleep now, Mr Parkman?” Charlie asks. “A girl could fret about a thing like that.”
“I worry about you, Charlie. I know you’re feeling... ambivalent about Peter Petrelli.” He pushes her knees wide apart and sits between them.
“He’s a bad guy, I know that, Mr Parkman.” She licks her lips as Matt kisses her thighs. “I know what you’re doing is for the public... ahhh... the public good.”
“We couldn’t have done it without you.” Matt pulls her forward and lifts her slightly to bury his face between her legs.
Charlie throws back her head and her hands grip the armrests. “Oh... oh... gee...”
“Use my name.”
“Uh... uh...oh... Mr Parkman... oh god...”
The chair squeaks and rocks as Charlie writhes. “... oh... OHHHH...”
Matt kisses her forehead and straightens her clothing. “Herbal tea?”
“Gosh, that’d be nice,” she sighs. “What’s wrong?”
“Suresh is outside,” Matt says shortly. “I didn’t notice.”
Charlie runs her fingers through her hair. “Well good.”
Matt rests a hand on her shoulder. “Stay here, I’ll get your tea. Let him lurk.”
“It’s just... it’s just a game. Just fun. Secret fun. You like fun, don’t you Matt? That’s your name, do you remember? Don’t carry on, I’m not hurting you. It’s just a game. A game for us. You try and get out okay? Hmm, like that. You’re very strong aren’t you? Shush, quiet. Here, open your mouth. It’s alright, part of the game. Open your mouth wide and... shut it. Good, that’s good. Tilt your head so I can put the tape around. Okay, that’s good. Try and get out again? Can you... bark through the gag? And once more but looking at the camera? So handsome. This is just fun between us. The P... your daddy doesn’t have to know. We won’t tell him. Our secret. Do you like secrets? Well this is our secret. Didn’t hurt did it? Not really. Stop moving now while I untie you, good. Suits you, I used to think that back when... but things were different. I suppose you wouldn’t have been interested. I’m sure you wouldn’t have let me do this. What’re you doing? No. No, Matt, stop. Stop! Stop! Please... no you can’t... haven’t... uh... uh... please.”
“I’m sorry... I’m sorry... please stop... won’t... won’t ever do it... No! Not again...”
“It hurts. I’m tired. I’m tired, please... Please don’t. Please... hurts... Please Matt...”
“Mohinder, what the hell happened?”
“Nothing, just... just a bad night. Nothing happened.”
“A bad night? You look like you spent all night being dragged around the floor by your ear. I hope my baby boy has been behaving himself?”
“What? Of... of course.”
“Oh, there he is. All tuckered out. I hadn’t realised how much pent-up energy he must’ve had. I must’ve been neglecting him more than I thought. They look so peaceful asleep don’t they? So tranquil and innocent. Oh, hey baby, did daddy wake you? Have you been behaving yourself for the doctor? He’s going to be taking good care of you for me.”
“Nathan, no, I can’t. I... I can’t keep him here.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Mohinder. It’s only for the next few weeks. A couple of months at most.”
“No, Nathan, really...”
“Oh, shush baby, shush, it’s okay. The doctor isn’t going to make you leave. You boys will be able to have lots of fun together for the next few weeks.”
Mohinder squeaks as Matt grabs him by the neck and hauls him into the room. “You finished gawping, pervert?”
“Me!”
“Yeah, you.”
Charlie clears her throat. “Excuse me, Mr Parkman, but they’re asking for you downstairs. Peter Petrelli is ready to talk.”
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Date: 2009-07-20 06:40 pm (UTC)And the Luke scenes , guh!!! I love when Matt is in control!!
I'm loving this AU <3
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Date: 2009-07-20 06:51 pm (UTC)Although Luke doesn't do anything for me he's good for that total compliance and obedience I think :D Dom!Matt is so much fun :)
Thanks hon! <333
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Date: 2009-07-20 08:43 pm (UTC)Your description of the event that caused Matt's break down worked well into the flow of the story.
I'm thinking the mystery guest in the cardboard box is either Daddy Dearst or Syler.
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Date: 2009-07-20 08:59 pm (UTC)Your description of the event that caused Matt's break down worked well into the flow of the story. Oh good, I'm glad it wasn't too shoehorned it :)
I'm thinking the mystery guest in the cardboard box is either Daddy Dearst or Syler.
Very close :D
Thanks hon! <333
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Date: 2009-07-20 10:10 pm (UTC)I love the fact that Mohinder tried to get out of taking care of Matt at first, almost like he knew he wouldn't be able to resist doing something inappropriate like dressing Matt up and filming him in bondage. :P Oops!
No wonder Matt's a little miffed. Luckily it hasn't killed his apparent attraction to Mo. Love it!
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Date: 2009-07-21 04:54 am (UTC)I love the fact that Mohinder tried to get out of taking care of Matt at first, almost like he knew he wouldn't be able to resist doing something inappropriate like dressing Matt up and filming him in bondage. :P Oops!
Hee! Yeah, Mohinder's not the strongest character and he's not learned his lesson...
I think Matt be a little less miffed if Mohinder didn't have the cheek to keep doing the 'holier than thou' act, always annoys previous victims that does :P
Thanks hon <333
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Date: 2009-07-23 10:37 am (UTC)And I'm now wondering if I need ever read anything else again! *statement is only half joking*
But seriously...Mohinder chained down to the table with the vibrator? HOTTEST. VISUAL. EVER! Not even kidding!
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!
cheers!!!
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Date: 2009-07-23 02:08 pm (UTC)ETA - I haven't done much bottom!Mohinder, just this LD50 (kind of) and Toxic. Even when he's a slave he ended up topping from the bottom :P But I'm enjoying being mean to him and will probably do more :)
Thanks! <33