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Kent might be a challenge, but Morgan was going to make certain that he wasn't going to win back his freedom. Kent was going to be his property even if it took steel cock rings...
Or better yet, judging from the way the boy was reacting to those beads... meteorite cock rings.
It was the perfect answer, and thanks to a recent fad, the non-precious stone rings were in great supply and incredibly cheap. As were cuffs, dildos, plugs, and he was certain that he'd even seen a couple of other fascinating toys made with them too.
God, he was getting excited at the thought.
He hadn't had a challenge like this in quite a while. The kid's metabolism had worked through the drug, too quickly, but he had an ample enough supply to deal with that. And anyway, the quicker the kid needed it, the quicker Morgan could withhold it. The kid broke the ring... but that only meant another shopping trip and maybe the chance to pick up some novelty items while he was at it.
But, that little spot. That was a surprise. The kid had reacted to it like crazy with just one push.
Morgan stared in astonished amusement at the sight of the kid collapsed before him, panting and gasping. He had never come across anyone who had been able to break a leather cock ring before. God, this kid was perfect and that spot. He found it again with his thumb, working it as the kid writhed beneath his touch, painfully overstimulated and growing hard again at even though Morgans thumb was only lightly scraping the small node. The thought of what he could do with so many different sensation toys just stirred his imagination.
He was definately going shopping.
A thick chuckle rose in his throat. There was no fucking way the Luthors were getting this kid back now. At least, not alive.
"See how good I can make you feel kid? You wan't that don't you?"
Incredibly weakened from his release as well as the need that the older man was forcing on him again, all too rapidly, Clark whimpered. He had felt soooo good earlier. Not Frightened. Not Alone. Not in pain. And, he wanted to feel that way again. Desperately. But, the thought of the man filming him while he...he shuddered at the thought and his dick jumped wildly in Edge's hand.
"See, you want that. Don't you? To feel that again?" Morgan's thumb pressed his lump again emphasizing Clark's complete helplessness to the man's desires and Clark finally gave up - realizing that as weak as he felt, Edge could (obviously) do anything he wanted.
"Good boy," Morgan let go of his hold on Clark's cock, secured Clark's hands behind him, and caught the meteorite beads that he had re-attached as a leash and collar around Clark's throat. "Come here."
Leading the kid, who was repeatedly stumbling to his knees from weakness, over to the table, Morgan set up his phone, tucked an empty syringe into his shirt pocket, and pulled a chair to the center of the room where the phone's camera would pick up everything. Just before he left the table, he smirked and dialed Lex's number then opened the video stream.
As the boy's gasps turned into pathetic mewling, Morgan shook the bottle in front of his eyes again.
"This is going to feel so good." Morgan brought it so close to the boy's face that it filled his vision, "Trust me, it's going to make you feel so good that you'll want anything I do just to get some of it."
Returning to the chair, Morgan jerked the leash hard enough to drop Clark to his knees as he sat down and thrust his boot between Clark's thighs.
"I won't make you bark or beg... this time, but..." he paused to shake the green vial again... and playfully nudge the boy's scrotum then the lump with the toe of his boot-- sending the boy's body into a tense arch as he did.
"If you want this... you can hump my boot till you come."
Humiliation flared in Clark's eyes, and for almost two seconds, Edge thought he was going to refuse.
But, then, jutting his hips forward awkwardly, Clark rubbed his shaft against the black polished leather... and whined softly in the back of his throat as he realized that Morgan had intentionally put his leg at an angle, which made it difficult for him brush the node or otherwise find quick stimulation and relief.
On the road back to Smallville, Lex felt his cellphone vibrate, but ignored it for several moments. He had already spoken with the Kents and Edge. The only other people who were likely to call him would be someone from the plant, his father, or Dominic, all of whom he didn't want to speak with until he was certain he had complete control of his composure again. As he drove though, the length of the call began to disturb him. He knew that everything would be cycled to his voice/video mailbox, but who would call him for that long. Checking the display to be sure it wasn't the Kent's or Officer Graham or the Hospital, Lex decided that he would check the mailbox at the next gas station when he stopped to fill up. With that decision set aside, his primary thoughts began to dwell on what he was going to say to Martha and Jonathan.
How was he going to explain what he had seen earlier when he knew that less than twenty-four hours before Clark had been... so ... so...Clark innocence and kindness embodied, and now....
Or better yet, judging from the way the boy was reacting to those beads... meteorite cock rings.
It was the perfect answer, and thanks to a recent fad, the non-precious stone rings were in great supply and incredibly cheap. As were cuffs, dildos, plugs, and he was certain that he'd even seen a couple of other fascinating toys made with them too.
God, he was getting excited at the thought.
He hadn't had a challenge like this in quite a while. The kid's metabolism had worked through the drug, too quickly, but he had an ample enough supply to deal with that. And anyway, the quicker the kid needed it, the quicker Morgan could withhold it. The kid broke the ring... but that only meant another shopping trip and maybe the chance to pick up some novelty items while he was at it.
But, that little spot. That was a surprise. The kid had reacted to it like crazy with just one push.
Morgan stared in astonished amusement at the sight of the kid collapsed before him, panting and gasping. He had never come across anyone who had been able to break a leather cock ring before. God, this kid was perfect and that spot. He found it again with his thumb, working it as the kid writhed beneath his touch, painfully overstimulated and growing hard again at even though Morgans thumb was only lightly scraping the small node. The thought of what he could do with so many different sensation toys just stirred his imagination.
He was definately going shopping.
A thick chuckle rose in his throat. There was no fucking way the Luthors were getting this kid back now. At least, not alive.
"See how good I can make you feel kid? You wan't that don't you?"
Incredibly weakened from his release as well as the need that the older man was forcing on him again, all too rapidly, Clark whimpered. He had felt soooo good earlier. Not Frightened. Not Alone. Not in pain. And, he wanted to feel that way again. Desperately. But, the thought of the man filming him while he...he shuddered at the thought and his dick jumped wildly in Edge's hand.
"See, you want that. Don't you? To feel that again?" Morgan's thumb pressed his lump again emphasizing Clark's complete helplessness to the man's desires and Clark finally gave up - realizing that as weak as he felt, Edge could (obviously) do anything he wanted.
"Good boy," Morgan let go of his hold on Clark's cock, secured Clark's hands behind him, and caught the meteorite beads that he had re-attached as a leash and collar around Clark's throat. "Come here."
Leading the kid, who was repeatedly stumbling to his knees from weakness, over to the table, Morgan set up his phone, tucked an empty syringe into his shirt pocket, and pulled a chair to the center of the room where the phone's camera would pick up everything. Just before he left the table, he smirked and dialed Lex's number then opened the video stream.
As the boy's gasps turned into pathetic mewling, Morgan shook the bottle in front of his eyes again.
"This is going to feel so good." Morgan brought it so close to the boy's face that it filled his vision, "Trust me, it's going to make you feel so good that you'll want anything I do just to get some of it."
Returning to the chair, Morgan jerked the leash hard enough to drop Clark to his knees as he sat down and thrust his boot between Clark's thighs.
"I won't make you bark or beg... this time, but..." he paused to shake the green vial again... and playfully nudge the boy's scrotum then the lump with the toe of his boot-- sending the boy's body into a tense arch as he did.
"If you want this... you can hump my boot till you come."
Humiliation flared in Clark's eyes, and for almost two seconds, Edge thought he was going to refuse.
But, then, jutting his hips forward awkwardly, Clark rubbed his shaft against the black polished leather... and whined softly in the back of his throat as he realized that Morgan had intentionally put his leg at an angle, which made it difficult for him brush the node or otherwise find quick stimulation and relief.
On the road back to Smallville, Lex felt his cellphone vibrate, but ignored it for several moments. He had already spoken with the Kents and Edge. The only other people who were likely to call him would be someone from the plant, his father, or Dominic, all of whom he didn't want to speak with until he was certain he had complete control of his composure again. As he drove though, the length of the call began to disturb him. He knew that everything would be cycled to his voice/video mailbox, but who would call him for that long. Checking the display to be sure it wasn't the Kent's or Officer Graham or the Hospital, Lex decided that he would check the mailbox at the next gas station when he stopped to fill up. With that decision set aside, his primary thoughts began to dwell on what he was going to say to Martha and Jonathan.
How was he going to explain what he had seen earlier when he knew that less than twenty-four hours before Clark had been... so ... so...Clark innocence and kindness embodied, and now....