For Ender!
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roxyEnder Fic
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enderwiggin24 as a balm for her horrible exile. Welcome back!
Rating:4
The door opened with a screech of rusty hinges, and Clark slid back as far as he could against the wall. Pain knifed through him at every movement. “Lex?” he gasped, but the one clear look at the hard unforgiving eyes he managed before the door slammed shut and the light dimmed again let him know nothing had changed…his vision blurred in and out mercifully.
“Please, please, why? Why are you doing this to me?”
"Why? What a stupid question! All the lies, Clark. All the lies and promises and broken words piled up and up and up until it finally broke---that’s why.”
The last few words were nearly shrieked and a hand with a glittering ring on the elegant finger swung out and smashed against his mouth, his lip broke open and blood spurt over the white knuckles. “Clean it.”
The hand was all Clark could see, blood smearing the flawless skin—he licked blood from the knuckles, he cleaned the blood from the palm, licked it from the fingers, chased every bit until no smear of red marred the unblemished surface. He stopped and hung his head, he waited.
“Good boy. I have a treat for you. Clark’s stomach clenched in horror. No!—“Nooo…” he shoved back frantically, tried to flatten himself against the clammy stone wall, tried to shrink into invisibility. The glowing green chains crawled and shifted against him, each move brought fresh pain lancing through his gut, bile rising in his throat that he’d learned to keep down.
“You love the little toy, Clark you know you do…” the green rod glowed a poisonous emerald in the dim light, pulsing slowly, Clark’s heart beat sluggishly in time with in time with it, his head swam, and his breath rasped in and out, fear choked him, the anticipation of more pain made him gag “Please. No,” he moaned, “ please no….”
Hot hands flung him to his side, stretched out his legs and all he could do was twist in protest. “You said you loved me—how could you how could you hurt me like this?”
“Hurt you? Hurt *you*! What about all the times you hurt me—“ hands grabbed him roughly, shoved him flat to his belly. “What about the times you led me to believe you wanted me, just me?”
His legs were yanked apart, his knees scraping across the rough concrete of the basement floor. The pain made him gasp—despite the constant stomach clenching, bone grinding misery of the kryptonite chains burning against his flesh, fresh pain still made him react. How did humans bear this pain without going insane?
“How about it Clark. Isn’t this what you really wanted?” Fingers shoved into him, pain flashing hot and sharp through him. They sawed in and out of him, wringing gasp after gasp of pain, blood from his bitten lips flooded his mouth, his muffled cries of pain brought laughter.
“Come on, you know you want it—you always wanted to be fucked…every time you looked at me, every little smile, every word, under it all you were begging to be fucked…did you think I couldn’t tell?”
The world moved, became a place where pain was all, breathing was torture, the movement of his lungs was piercing agony. His blood boiled in his veins, Please god, no-no the crystal rod slid in deep, deep, pushing raw agony before it, his bones turned to water and his blood felt like it wanted to burst from every opening in him. He felt it run from his nose, he felt it run in hot rivulets between his thighs.
“You’re beautiful, you’re amazing, you’re mine forever. As long as I care to have you. The rod was gone replaced with another, warm resilient; the cessation of pain was nearly as torturous as the pain itself.
A warm hand wrapped around his flaccid dick and began coaxing it slowly, slowly to life and this was the part where he wanted to die, this was the part that was always the same…
When he began pushing into the fist, it was with hopeless, horrified desire for release, a wish for death as well.
“That’s it, that’s the way...you like it…I always saw it, you fucking liar…I’m going to fuck your brains out, you lying bastard monster…”
Harder and harder and his knees were shredding against the concrete and he didn’t care, he was groaning and crying, his muscles were tightening and it hit him always by surprise, always against his will, and always a yell of triumph echoing in his ear.
And as always he screamed for Lex, came for Lex.
He could feel the viscous streak of warm come smeared against his back.
“Ew. I hate the feel of that. See what I do for you, darling? I let you come too.”
No longer being held up, Clark dropped, face-first against the cool, dank floor. He could see the crystal rod, pulsing greenly, waves of nausea rolled over him. There was blood…
“Let me go, please…”
“Why should I? You never let me go. What have you ever done for me—in fact what has anyone in this crappy little town ever done for me?” Clark could make out the slim form whirling about in a fury, arms waving, the ring throwing of glints of emerald in the dim room.
The slim shadow dropped to the floor next to him, and he felt his hair gripped in a fist, his head yanked viciously upward. “You’re thinking rescue, aren’t you? You’re thinking someone’s got to come looking for you. But you’re a boy who has a history of taking off, running away. Who do you think is looking for you, hm? No one!”
“Lex….”
The hand cracked across his face, the pain shuddering down to his belly.
“Shut the fuck up! Shut up! Fuck!” His head hit the floor with a crack. A foot slammed into his ribs lifted him up and onto his back, his arms felt like they were pulling out of the sockets.
“They’ll never look for you here, they’ll figure you’re gone-gone to Metropolis--again,” an ugly snigger cut through the air. “They’ll never look here---right at home, sweetheart. Right here.”
The footsteps moved away and he heard the door slam shut.
Where was he? It smelled of mildew and wet concrete, old, old wood, it was dark, all the time. He sobbed and the chains clinked. He was going to die in the dark, alone, no mom and dad, no one to help him…Lex…Lex… “Lex,” he mumbled, rubbing dirt and dust into his cheeks, smearing it with tears of pain.
Who would rescue him before Lana killed him?
This was written for
enderwiggin24 as a balm for her horrible exile. Welcome back!Rating:4
The door opened with a screech of rusty hinges, and Clark slid back as far as he could against the wall. Pain knifed through him at every movement. “Lex?” he gasped, but the one clear look at the hard unforgiving eyes he managed before the door slammed shut and the light dimmed again let him know nothing had changed…his vision blurred in and out mercifully.
“Please, please, why? Why are you doing this to me?”
"Why? What a stupid question! All the lies, Clark. All the lies and promises and broken words piled up and up and up until it finally broke---that’s why.”
The last few words were nearly shrieked and a hand with a glittering ring on the elegant finger swung out and smashed against his mouth, his lip broke open and blood spurt over the white knuckles. “Clean it.”
The hand was all Clark could see, blood smearing the flawless skin—he licked blood from the knuckles, he cleaned the blood from the palm, licked it from the fingers, chased every bit until no smear of red marred the unblemished surface. He stopped and hung his head, he waited.
“Good boy. I have a treat for you. Clark’s stomach clenched in horror. No!—“Nooo…” he shoved back frantically, tried to flatten himself against the clammy stone wall, tried to shrink into invisibility. The glowing green chains crawled and shifted against him, each move brought fresh pain lancing through his gut, bile rising in his throat that he’d learned to keep down.
“You love the little toy, Clark you know you do…” the green rod glowed a poisonous emerald in the dim light, pulsing slowly, Clark’s heart beat sluggishly in time with in time with it, his head swam, and his breath rasped in and out, fear choked him, the anticipation of more pain made him gag “Please. No,” he moaned, “ please no….”
Hot hands flung him to his side, stretched out his legs and all he could do was twist in protest. “You said you loved me—how could you how could you hurt me like this?”
“Hurt you? Hurt *you*! What about all the times you hurt me—“ hands grabbed him roughly, shoved him flat to his belly. “What about the times you led me to believe you wanted me, just me?”
His legs were yanked apart, his knees scraping across the rough concrete of the basement floor. The pain made him gasp—despite the constant stomach clenching, bone grinding misery of the kryptonite chains burning against his flesh, fresh pain still made him react. How did humans bear this pain without going insane?
“How about it Clark. Isn’t this what you really wanted?” Fingers shoved into him, pain flashing hot and sharp through him. They sawed in and out of him, wringing gasp after gasp of pain, blood from his bitten lips flooded his mouth, his muffled cries of pain brought laughter.
“Come on, you know you want it—you always wanted to be fucked…every time you looked at me, every little smile, every word, under it all you were begging to be fucked…did you think I couldn’t tell?”
The world moved, became a place where pain was all, breathing was torture, the movement of his lungs was piercing agony. His blood boiled in his veins, Please god, no-no the crystal rod slid in deep, deep, pushing raw agony before it, his bones turned to water and his blood felt like it wanted to burst from every opening in him. He felt it run from his nose, he felt it run in hot rivulets between his thighs.
“You’re beautiful, you’re amazing, you’re mine forever. As long as I care to have you. The rod was gone replaced with another, warm resilient; the cessation of pain was nearly as torturous as the pain itself.
A warm hand wrapped around his flaccid dick and began coaxing it slowly, slowly to life and this was the part where he wanted to die, this was the part that was always the same…
When he began pushing into the fist, it was with hopeless, horrified desire for release, a wish for death as well.
“That’s it, that’s the way...you like it…I always saw it, you fucking liar…I’m going to fuck your brains out, you lying bastard monster…”
Harder and harder and his knees were shredding against the concrete and he didn’t care, he was groaning and crying, his muscles were tightening and it hit him always by surprise, always against his will, and always a yell of triumph echoing in his ear.
And as always he screamed for Lex, came for Lex.
He could feel the viscous streak of warm come smeared against his back.
“Ew. I hate the feel of that. See what I do for you, darling? I let you come too.”
No longer being held up, Clark dropped, face-first against the cool, dank floor. He could see the crystal rod, pulsing greenly, waves of nausea rolled over him. There was blood…
“Let me go, please…”
“Why should I? You never let me go. What have you ever done for me—in fact what has anyone in this crappy little town ever done for me?” Clark could make out the slim form whirling about in a fury, arms waving, the ring throwing of glints of emerald in the dim room.
The slim shadow dropped to the floor next to him, and he felt his hair gripped in a fist, his head yanked viciously upward. “You’re thinking rescue, aren’t you? You’re thinking someone’s got to come looking for you. But you’re a boy who has a history of taking off, running away. Who do you think is looking for you, hm? No one!”
“Lex….”
The hand cracked across his face, the pain shuddering down to his belly.
“Shut the fuck up! Shut up! Fuck!” His head hit the floor with a crack. A foot slammed into his ribs lifted him up and onto his back, his arms felt like they were pulling out of the sockets.
“They’ll never look for you here, they’ll figure you’re gone-gone to Metropolis--again,” an ugly snigger cut through the air. “They’ll never look here---right at home, sweetheart. Right here.”
The footsteps moved away and he heard the door slam shut.
Where was he? It smelled of mildew and wet concrete, old, old wood, it was dark, all the time. He sobbed and the chains clinked. He was going to die in the dark, alone, no mom and dad, no one to help him…Lex…Lex… “Lex,” he mumbled, rubbing dirt and dust into his cheeks, smearing it with tears of pain.
Who would rescue him before Lana killed him?
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