forum "Why is there a twink on my bed?" "Oh, he's your present." / On my crap again x2 / mxm one on one / closed!

Started March 23, 2021 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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The thought crossed Lucrèce’s mind, but he immediately pushed it aside. He wouldn’t let himself become like not. Even so the idea rattled him to the core. What would Alcides even do to get him to that point? It wouldn’t work, of course, but he still swallowed nervously at the idea. He scrunched up his nose when the other man drew a finger down his jaw. His skin wasn’t porcelain smooth, there were faint bags under his eyes, and several noticeable pores spattered on the apples of his cheeks. He jerked back, admittedly not very far considering the hold on his hair. If it were even possible his icy gaze went colder. Finely sharpened, like all the curses he would hurl at Alcides and his friend if he could speak.

No one was ever perfect. There were always imperfections, in everyone when one looked close enough.
"My, aren't you the firey one?" Alcides laughed some at his comment on Lucrèce's icy glare, forcing the man forward again, pulling him up off the bed just a bit with the force. His friend laughed, taking a sip of her drink.
"I knew he'd enjoy some fresh meat!" Rafael soon came into the room once more, his tray now holding a metal collar that looked the same as his own. Alcides picked up the collar with his free hand as Rafael retreated once more, looking down at Lucrèce with a devilish smirk.

Lucrèce struggled against the force pulling him up. It was futile, just to communicate how opposed he was to standing, and to Alcides’ expression. He broke their stare only to glance over at the collar, then back up to the man holding it. “Nngh,” he shook his head—as best he could with the hand in his hair—and raised his bound hands to pound against Alcide’s chest. It might have appeared more desperate if it hadn’t been for the pure anger in his eyes, as opposed to whatever fear he had hidden.

Alcides let out a breath as Lucrèce pounded on his chest to make sure he wouldn't lose it, looking down at him with that devilish smirk still. He pulled the other man completely off the bed by his hair still, the hand with the collar balling into a fist around the heavy metal. He punched Lucrèce in the stomach, the force from both his own strength and the weight he was holding enough to have broken a rib if he had aimed higher. He didn't want to deal with that though, not yet. Broken bones were a hassle this early on.
"Now, behave yourself, hm?" He said calmly. His friends all seemed to only be amused at this, the woman laughing some.

Lucrèce let out a muffled yelp at the impact. He doubled over some, not much considering the man’s hold on his hair, and fought away the little drops of tears that formed in his eyes. Too proud to let them fall freely. He swallowed down a bout overwhelming of nausea, the sick feeling flooded in his ears. It took him several moments to catch his breath, and even then, resisted a groan as he stood back up straight. It hurt like hell. Enough to keep him from trying anything violent-like in the future. But not from raising his eyes from the ground up to meet Alcides’. There was still anger there, yet no longer outright defiance. A wary agreement had been met.

It was hard for Alcides to take Lucrèce's anger seriously, with the tears he could see in the other's eyes. He smirked, using the hold on the man's hair to force his head back, exposing his neck. With a hum, he pushed the collar onto Lucrèce with a resounding click of metal being clasped together.
"There, that was easy enough," Alcides noted. He let go of Lucrèce's hair, pushing him to be sitting on the bed again.
"Oh, having this slave is going to be quite fun."

Lucrèce let himself be manhandled for the moment, still furiously blinking away the tears. Desperate for them to be gone so he could put on a true brave face. Because clearly it was the only pride he had in such circumstances. He winced at the feeling of cold metal wrapped around his neck, suffocatingly close.
Once he was back on the bed, one side of his lip pulled back into a makeshift snarl around the gag. Still glaring up at Alcides. Luckily the short lines of water had started to dry around his eyes, and no new ones had fallen to replace them. He scoffed out a reply to the man’s second comment.

Alcides looked down at Lucrèce in turn, unmoved by the glare or the motions he made in response to what he did. The man moved over to sit with his friends, laughing still.
"See, I knew you'd enjoy this one," his friend said, smiling still. "And if really need be we can always cover this up by saying that it got itself it too much debt." She chuckled as she sat back in her seat. Alcides reached for one of the drinks Rafael offered to him, nodding.
"Though, by the time anyone tries to find it, I'll have it much too broken for it to matter." The man hummed after he spoke, looking over with his smirk.

Lucrèce‘s ears burned hearing how they all referred to him. It. Like he was nothing more than an object. Like he had no status. His face went red against his will, and he forced his gaze away from his captors, instead focusing on one part of the wall level with his sight. Far too conscious of his bare state, he grabbed handfuls of the blanket in his bound hands and pulled it onto his lap. Considering the man seemed to be done pestering for now—apart from him being the subject of conversation—he supposed it would be safe enough to salvage some self-respect.
Lucrèce gnawed at his cheek, reminded of the pang in his stomach by the refreshments Rafael offered everyone else in the room. He eyed the tray in the servant’s hands. Silently willing him to wander over to towards bed.

Alcides let out a deep chuckle at the way Lucrèce was acting, with the heat in his face and the way he tried to salvage what little decency he could.
"So, what all do you plan to do with your present?" The woman asked, looking over. Alcides thought, swirling his wine and taking a sip before answering.
"Who knows, really. It does have quite the… attractive body." He didn't intend to do much for now, but it never hurt to keep them on their toes, afraid.
Rafael was silent still as he served Alcides and his guests, moving to the corner until called. He didn't come near the bed, or Lucrèce, and showed no intention of doing so.
"Rafael," Alcides said, looking over. "Go get some drink for it, yes? We can't have it starving, after all." Rafael nodded, bowing before leaving the room.
"Oh?" His friend inquired. "I thought your method of breaking was starving." Alcides chuckled deeply once more.
"I've got something new I'd like to try out on this one," he noted, a gleam in his eyes. That couldn't be good at all…

Lucrèce didn’t react to the nauseating compliment save for the minuscule movement of the muscles in his jaw as he clenched his teeth. He was beginning to hate the sound of Alcides’ chuckle, and his voice altogether. Sitting, and listening to their conversation, desperate not to dignify their underhanded taunts with a reaction. In some ways it made him even more angry—if they were to insult him, they couldn’t just say it to his face. No, perhaps that was their game. And he hated games. His hands clenched and unclenched around the fabric in his lap.
He felt a twinge of relief when Rafael was sent to get a drink. Normally, if he were in a better suited position, he would refuse any offer from the hands of those who mocked him. But now…now these were different circumstances, and all he wanted was a drink to relieve his parched throat. No matter where it came from.

"It does seem to be quite the stoic one, hm?" Alcides friend noted when she saw just how little Lucrèce was reacting to what they said.
"I can't wait to see what you do to make it squeal like a stuck pig." Alcides chuckled at his friend's remark, glancing from her to the man on his bed as he did.
"I have some… ideas," he said, almost musing as he spoke. He looked up as Rafael came back into the room with the mug of water for Lucrèce. He motioned for the man to give it to him instead, Rafael bowing his head as he handed it over before retreating. Alcides stood, walking over to Lucrèce. He held the mug in one hand, moving to untie the gag with the other.

Lucrèce eyed Alcides carefully as he moved towards him, instinctively tensing up. Expecting the worst. He reeled back slightly when the man reached for his gag, but then realizing what he was doing, reluctantly let it happen. Once his mouth was free he shifted his jaw around a bit, working out the ache and grimacing at the remaining taste of the fabric on his tongue. He lifted his state back to Alcides’ face. To the mug. Then back to his face. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what ideas you have, will you?” The raggedness of his own voice surprised him, speaking like sandpaper from his dry throat.

"Why bother, mm? You'll know them soon enough." Alcides chuckled some as he finally directly addressed Lucrèce again. He lifted the mug, one hand going to the man's chin to hold it.
"Now drink, won't you? Don't want you hurting that pretty voice before I get to hear it properly." He wasn't going to let Lucrèce drink on his own, then. It might not be best to fight this, but one could try.

Lucrèce pulled the corner of his chapped lips up in a weak snarl. But even despite the words that made him nearly sick, made him have half a mind to shove both the cup and his captor out of his space, he said nothing more. And he did nothing more than flinch at the touch until he reluctantly let himself drink from the mug Alcides held to his lips. He took in several swallows before an idea came to the forefront of his mind. A bad idea that would most definitely get him hurt more than he already was. Was the risk really worth showing Alcides and his friends what he really thought of them? Yes. Drinking until he was just barely satisfied, he held onto the last mouthful of water. Turned his head away from the cup, and spat it out towards Alcides.

Alcides smirked as Lucrèce drank, at his reactions to all of this. He found all of this amusing, how the man had fought before only to accept water right from Alcides's hands. It was laughable, really, to see him like this, naked save for what little blanket he had pulled over himself and drinking while Alcide held his chin. He moved to pull his hands away when Lucrèce turned, expecting to just set the mug down and be done when he found his shirt dripping with the mix of water and saliva from Lucrèce's mouth.
He laughed. He laughed loud and hard with his friends as if he found all of this just too funny. He was still laughing as he slammed the mug into the side of Lucrèce's head, what little water left spilling over his body.
"Now, this one's got some spunk in it!" He announced, grinning like a mad man. "That's more like it!"

Lucrèce set his jaw, steadily growing angrier at the sound of laughter. He’d expected violence, hoped for stunned faces, and the only response he got was laughter? It was demeaning, like parents laughing at a child’s silly little tantrum. Only worse—far worse, because what followed was the violence he’d expected at first. Pain, the sound of ceramic breaking against his head, searing pain, and then a muffled remark from Alcides he heard from afar. He groaned, eyes rolling upward as he fell back onto the bed. He didn’t quite lose consciousness this time, but the far away feeling helped some.

Alcides watched as Lucrèce fell to the bed, laughter dying off into the occasional chuckle.
"Rafael," he snapped, "Come clean this mess up, I'm not going to sleep in a bed with shards in it." He looked down at Lucrèce again, thinking for a moment as to what to do next. He moved to pick the man up, laying him over his shoulder as he walked back to his seat. Lucrèce wasn't going to get out of this so easily, after what he pulled. The naked man was sat down on the floor by Alcides's chair, the man in question sitting down. He crossed his legs, looking to his friend.
"Yes, this is going to be quite fun indeed," he mused, looking if anything pleased with what had happened.
Rafael, once Alcides had done what he wished to, moved forward, gathering up the blankets on the bed to take out and ensure all shards of the mug were off of them. He wasn't going to disappoint his master, or even worse- let harm come to him. It always made it's way back.

Incapacitated for the moment, Lucrèce could do nothing but groan in protest as Alcides hoisted him up. He heard the barking order for Rafael to clean up the remains of the cup. Though none of what they said really registered, while the manhandling only had him feeling certain emotions through hazy thoughts. Like hot anger, and humiliation as he was set down on the ground without the cover of the blanket as he once had. It all just hurt, particularly when he couldn’t hold his glare to Alcides anymore. He leaned his head back against the wall, and a thin stream of blood finally made its way from his scalp down his jaw.

Alcides's friend looked down at Lucrèce, letting out a sigh.
"You're gonna have to take care of that, especially if you're gonna keep it for its looks.'" Alcides looked down as well, raising an eyebrow.
"I suppose I should," he said, hand coming down as he took Lucrèce's head in his hand. He tilted him around, letting out a sigh.
"Such a bother," he mumbled, wiping away some of the blood that was trickling down with a thumb.
Rafael left the room with the blankets, soon coming back with fresh blankets to lay down.
"Get me some water and a cloth," Alcides instructed as he worked. The man bowed once more, silent as he finished with the blankets, and left once more to get what he was instructed to.

Lucrèce opened his eyes a sliver when he felt his head taken and moved around with a hand. He grimaced slightly, otherwise not reacting to the movement. He gathered a few scattered words: bother, water, and cloth. So they were at least give him a little bit of medical attention. He supposed he shoulder be grateful, but given that it was Alcides who gave him the injury in the first place…how dare they?
With his head still in the man’s hand, he turned his half-lidded gaze over to Rafael again, who was just leaving without a word. He wondered, in passing, how many times Alcides had smashed a mug against his head.