Page 17 of The Devil's Mercy

But why?

Titus had been in the process of telling him, he was certain. If only he’d been open to hearing it…But he’d been afraid. Both of himself and of whatever the director had been about to divulge. Now, all he got was Aodhan at his back, mindlessly fucking him without explanation or warning.

Was this it? Was that the big reveal? Had they captured him so he could be used as their fuck toy?

Not that Titus had touched him so far.

It was either Aodhan’s cock or the anal hook with the bulbous tip inside of his body. Calix never got a reprieve, was always stuffed full of one thing or the other, as though the chance of him closing up and not remaining open for the next time Aodhan got horny was too inconvenient for the doctor.

The blindfold around his face kept him from seeing his surroundings, but Calix recognized the familiar scent of Aodhan, could place the sound of his footsteps whenever he entered and exited the room. In the beginning, he’d attempted to get thedoctor to speak, but he’d been shushed every time, and once Aodhan’s patience had worn thin, his aggression had grown.

Even now, Cal’s abused hole ached from the way the hook had been practically torn out of his body without preparation or proper lubrication. The doctor had spit on him a moment before spearing through him with his cock, but even that hadn’t been enough at first.

The pain, something he usually begged for, hadn’t been welcome this time, made sharper and less pleasant by the fact Calix had no clue what the hell was really going on.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he missed the old Aodhan. Missed the way the doctor had laughed with him and made him hurt for both of their pleasure instead of merely his own.

Cal had been used before, had been whittled down to nothing more than an object to fuck. It wasn’t being forced to take it that he enjoyed. He liked the possessiveness. Liked being wanted.

There was no passion in this, only Aodhan getting off. Sure, he made sure Calix came every time too, but all that was doing was making it harder. Making it more confusing.

Because Cal was starting to crave those moments where Aodhan pressed in close and nipped at his neck and wrapped his hand around Cal’s dick to pump him to completion. They were the most intimate parts, short and fleeting.

They made him want for something he shouldn’t…But his resolve was quickly crumbling and turning to dust.

How many times had he been fucked already? Dangling from the ceiling like this? The weight was only taken off his arms when he stood on his tiptoes, or at times like these, when Aodhan took him and held him up with a strong grip on his hips. As soon as the doctor finished, he’d pull out, replace the hook, and leave Cal struggling to maintain balance all over again. He didn’t even get enough time to recover from the orgasms; hisexhausted body pushed so far past its limits it was a wonder he hadn’t already passed out.

Hell, maybe he had and he just didn’t remember.

He couldn’t do it again. Couldn’t be left here like that. There had to be something specific the other man wanted from him, some reaction, or some plea. Which meant he needed to switch tactics before he got himself killed.

Cal had already tried curses and insults. Threats. Frenzied, panic-filled accusations. After the first couple of times being screwed on Aodhan’s cock like some blowup doll, he’d even begged a little. But none of that had worked.

His mind could barely hold more than a few thoughts before fracturing. The mixture of pain, pleasure, and fear gripped him too tightly for rational thinking to take root. And it was only going to get worse the more worn down he became.

There had to be something he was missing.

Something obvious.

The doctor had lured him here, to his home, but he’d waited until the end of the case to do it. Even though he could have easily invited Calix over before then, when the two of them were hooking up on the sly.

Why? Had he merely waited to avoid the chance of anyone coming to look for Cal? He’d quit the I.P.F. after the case had wrapped, but they’d been expecting him to return to his base to turn in his blaster and clear out his desk and apartment. He should have arrived days ago, and yet the doctor hadn’t mentioned anything about anyone looking for him.

“Aodhan,” Calix desperately tried again, his hoarse voice barely audible over the sounds of the clanking metal and the rutting man behind him. “Stop.”

“Going to lie again and say you don’t like it?” The doctor snorted and the reached around to cruelly flick Cal’s weepingdick. “This says otherwise, baby. So does the mess you’ve already made on the floor.”

Did that mean no one had bothered to clean up the spunk on the ground? How was that his fault? It wasn’t like he’d asked to come fifty million times!

“Damn it,” Calix cursed and felt his resolve completely vanish. “If I hadn’t liked you, I never would have come here in the first place.”

Aodhan instantly stilled.

“I was going to leave. But I had to see you first. I was hoping…Good Light. I was hoping we could stay in touch. I wanted to keep seeing you. I didn’t want this to be over.”

The doctor seemed to process his words before he twisted Calix’s nipple hard enough to make him gasp.

“That’s all past tense, Detective,” Aodhan said.

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