[ Lucifer turned his nose up at the vomit, but then this was his magic box, and he could make the environment into anything that he wanted. The vomit was gone with a thought, and Lucifer folded his arms, taking a careful half step back, thoughtful as he looked down at Jeff. ]
Don't act like you don't know what this is, Jeff. You let that little friend of yours shoot my dogs, so I shot his. And I killed his dogs too.
[ Well, that was rude. He'd kind of liked April, when they'd met, but his anger knew no bounds.
He cocked his head, looking Jeffrey over. ] And now I am all out of special pets... Didn't we discuss what would happen to you in such an event? What's wrong, Jeff, did you think that I wouldn't go through with it?
[Not even touching on most of that. Not even thinking about it, because the best way to pretend stuff didn't happen is to never address is ever. It's much harder to ignore the fact he's in some white room with actual Lucifer and very little else in the way of company.
He feels vulnerable enough already, even more so on the floor, so he slowly starts to push himself to his feet, hoping his legs will hold him.] Look, it's not... we can get you more.
It's not that easy to replace a hellhound, Jeffrey. They need to be trained - toilet trained, taught not to kill randomly, taught to come when called, and then dispatched in such a way as to corrupt them cleanly.
No, it took me almost a year to get Cujo trained, Jeff, and it's going to get at least that long to get you polished up too.
[ He stepped in closer, narrowing his eyes. ]
It's all about motivation. Oh, and of course... [ He reached out, touched Jeff's throat, and a silver studded collar all but magically appeared in place. His clothes vanished. ] --humiliation.
Me? I'm not-- [As Lucifer steps in, the temptation to get away is strong. Running sounds like a great idea, a really fine choice for survival, but this room doesn't have any noticeable entrance or exits, so how does he run when there's no where to escape to?
Instead of running, he takes a single step back with a leg, shifting his weight back onto it in some vague hope that few inches of distance may somehow discourage the approach. It doesn't. But it's not the hand at his throat that draws his attention, but the sudden, snug fit of something looped around his neck like a collar. He brings his own hand up to feel it, as if not quite believing it's real, so fixated on it that it takes a few more seconds for him to register a chill against his skin as if he's...
His other hand is quick to cup himself, eyebrows lifting at the mention of humiliation, of dogs, of the fact he's standing there in nothing but a collar in a room with no doors or windows.]
Okay! Point made. It's gonna take time, I get that. I'll... I'll help. We find another puppy or whatever and we train it. I'll train it. However long it takes. [Desperation would be a pretty accurate description of his tone right now.]
That's not going to cut it, Jeffrey. You see, those dogs were my protection. My plan B. I whistled and they came.
[ He looked Jeff up and down, thoughtfully, his nostrils flaring in amusement. ]
Do you think you'd come if I whistled?
[ He quirked an eyebrow, like obviously he meant it that way, what other way would he mean it?
He stepped forward, carefully, moving around Jeff, circling to his back. His hand fell between his shoulders, firm, pushing downward, so that Jeff would either have to go down to his knees or twist and jump away from him. He wouldn't force him to kneel, it was much more like a gesture to make him aware that Lucifer hadn't changed his mind yet. ]
You can stop hiding yourself, by the way--I've seen it all before. I was there when it was invented.
[Whatever way Lucifer meant that, it's not good. Jeff leads, he doesn't follow, and he certainly doesn't respond to the whistles and demands of others.
Except here he is, doing as he's told and behaving in front of his current company, because Jeff may be a leader, but he also knows when to pick his fights and when to hold off. Lucifer is not one you fight, not unless you want to be in literal pieces.]
Please, don't... [It's a hollow request. A blanket cover for whatever all this is and may become.] I've learned my lesson and I'm sorry, okay?
[He doesn't turn as Lucifer circles but his eyes follow for as long as they can without twisting around. And then there's pressure on his shoulders and he doesn't even argue it, relenting to the suggestion by slowly dropping to his knees, a hand still cupping himself despite any reassurances that it's nothing new. Jeff's not shy about it, it's just that his hand offers the one bit of protection he has against being completely exposed and vulnerable.]
[ Lucifer circled again, coming to crouch right in front of him. So long as Jeff stayed on his knees, even coming down to his level wasn't coming down to his level. It was appropriate, that was all. ]
You knew what I'd do to you when I threatened you. Despite that, you failed in your role as caretaker, and that only means that I have to follow through on my threats. You're going to be my net pet, Jeff, and if I were you I'd just be relieved that I don't neuter you. I think you're plenty submissive enough, for now, but give me half a reason--
[ And he'd most definitely do it. For now, Lucifer bent in, reaching his hand in to lay it across the back of Jeff's fingers, where he cupped himself. ]
What do you say? Shall I be nice, or shall I be not so nice?
[It's definitely preferable to have Lucifer at eye level, even if Jeff is still the one on his knees and completely naked. It'd be even more preferable to not have Lucifer here, but Jeff will take what he can get for now.
As that hand reaches forward, Jeff cringes, eyes flickering downwards to watch, because maybe if he keeps a constant eye on his beloved dick, it'll forever be safe. Sitting back onto his feet could be deemed an extra level of submission, but it has far more to do with his body trying to keep away from any possible limb or organ removal.]
Iiiiiii would really appreciate you not neutering. Nice would be great, thanks, as would a whole bunch of forgiveness and freedom. We're all friends here. You forgive the dog thing and I'll totally overlook a whole bunch of murder and not report it to the relevant authorities, because you know they'd lock you away for a long time for that stunt, right?
Jeffrey. We're not equals. That bit's done, and besides, it was a farce all along. I was playing at putting up with all of you, and all I've done is lift the blinkers I had over your eyes.
Not something I would do if I didn't have absolute control. You see, what I'm going to do when I'm done here is murder the Russian prime, and make it look like the American government did it. Boom. Where will your relevant authorities be then? No, Jeff. [ He angled his head in closer. ] You should be grateful--I won't be letting any bombs fall on your pretty little head. That's the extent of my generosity.
[ He squeezed his fingers gently, as though perhaps he meant to do something more than that, but then his fingers slipped away just as quickly, and Lucifer stood, circling around behind Jeff, and crouching again. His left arm looped firmly around his neck, but it didn't press tight, as though to choke him.
His right hand slipped down across Jeff's chest, tweaking a nipple as it went. ]
You're not nude just because, Jeff, if you were wondering. Killing you isn't going to cut it for me, you'd just come back. This has to be a punishment you can feel.
[If it was Lucifer's intention to make Jeff squirm, which is likely was, then he's certainly succeeded. If Jeff had his way, he'd squirm right out of this room and away to safety, but as it is he's left fidgeting lightly at the squeeze against his hand, and not relaxing even as Lucifer moved away.
His gaze doesn't follow Lucifer this time, instead keeping his gaze lowered and his jaw tight as if waiting for the next move. Being vulnerable isn't something he's used to, and while this scenario of being naked and collared may well work out great a times, this was definitely not one of those times. As that arm loops around, Jeff locks up with a nervous rigidness, a deer caught in headlights.
Those fingers against his nipple wrench a sharp gasp from him (a weakness he can't help but react to), and has that hand wanders he's left shuddering lightly underneath it.]
Yeah, well. If the plan was for me to be ashamed, then no can do. I look good, especially when naked. [So maybe he doesn't entirely get what 'punishment' Lucifer means, but he's still hinting on defiance because answering back is the only thing that'll keep his confidence up.]
[ Lucifer dips his hand lower, this time pressing it underneath Jeff's wrist rather than letting his fingers lift over knuckles. His fingers find pubic hair, pressing in against the firm muscle that dips down even here. For all he works out, for all his strength, it's nothing to the Devil's--or his persistence, and Lucifer presses his chest in against Jeff's bare back as his fingers try to worm their way lower.
His voice is sultry, low and threatening. ]
You're not really this slow, are you? Come on, Jeff. You like to be in control of your own body. You and you alone decide what goes into it. I'm taking that choice away. What better torture?
And don't forget, I am the Devil. If anyone could know exactly how to break you, it would be me, hm?
[ His other hand dipped down Jeff's flank, curling uncompromisingly around his ass and squeezing, kneading his fingertips in just such a way as to peel him open. ]
Such a lucky puppy, to be given such a juicy bone.
[That's a tone of disbelief right there, even despite the murder and kidnapping, the nakedness and wandering hands. Jeff's still struggling with this threat, like it can't possibly be happening, that any minute now he'll find it was all one big joke. He likes being in control, that's an astute observation, and it's perhaps why he's struggling to comprehend the entirety of this while so far removed from his usual comfort zone. This can't possibly be how it's going to go for him, on his knees, groped by another as they press in firmly against him. Pretty easy to understand where this is going from that observation.]
Don't. No bones. We can talk this out, okay?
[Practically pleading. There's almost no competition against that hand pushing it's way between his, his own grip loosening just slightly as he considers which battles he should be choosing. If Lucifer wants to touch his dick, then whatever, so long as the castration idea remains out of the question. Instead of fighting for that, his other hand is quick to reach behind, between them as he blindly moves to grab at the wrist of those creeping fingers at his ass, exploring far too close for comfort. It's not an area that he often allows to be played near, especially not by a Lord of Darkness.]
Where did that cocky defiance go? Suddenly come upon something you don't like?
[ Lucifer chuckled, his hand stilling when Jeff's fingers curled around his wrist. It was a nice try at slowing him down, and really, such a helpless little gesture in the face of everything else, that he couldn't help but indulge it, just to tease at the possibility that he might stop.
But his other hand was curling firmly around Jeff's cock now, flaccid as it was from fear. That could always be fixed. ]
You should have listened to more death metal, Jeff. This is every other Tuesday for me.
[ The white room left Jeff absolutely nowhere to go, nowhere to run to. It made it clear that trying would be pointless, like a hamster trying to get out of a ball. ]
[That cocky defiance is on hold while that hand is at his cock, hissing a breath through his teeth as even the act of holding him has his heart rate quickening, more so out of concern for his own self preservation than any kind of arousal. Oh, sure, he didn't mind some rough and tumble, but this was far beyond a bit of heavy petting.]
C'mon, if you want dog, I-... [The slightest hesitation as he weighs up his options, ever trying for compromises like the lawyer and con artist he is.] I can do dog. I'll bark, sit and roll over all you want, okay? But... people don't fuck dogs.
[Decidedly not pitching forward, especially not with that hand still at his backside. So maybe there is still some of that cocky defiance lingering in the form of resistance.]
Bit too late for half assed cooperation, isn't it, Jeff? Besides, we're doing it doggy style, isn't that beastial enough without adding barking to it?
No, I take it back--bark if you like.
[ He was stroking Jeff firmly, now, albeit without any kind of lubrication at all. He'd get to that, maybe between breaths, as he shoved Jeff forward, roughly. He'd damn well have to put his hands in front of him, if he didn't want to end up with his face shoved into the ground.
He could fly away, almost without leaving, and so Lucifer did just that, barely flapping a wing before he was laying cold, wet fingers against the curve of Jeff's ass. ]
[The shove has him bending as intended, falling heavily onto a forearm before quickly pushing back up onto his hands. The weight of the body behind him is the only thing keeping him from jumping to his feet right now, but that doesn't mean an escape should be entirely out of the question. There may be no where to go in this room, but anywhere is better than his current position.]
No.
[He grits his teeth against that roughly stroking hand, but it's that flutter of what sounds like wings, followed by fingers playing their advantage that has Jeff reacting, scrambling on his hands to try and crawl his way froward to get even the slightest distance, despite that hand at his dick. He'd crawl right out of this place on his hands and knees if it meant getting out of this.]
[ Lucifer lets him go. That's super damn easy, actually, letting him go, and as Jeff clambers to his feet, Lucifer stands too, taking the tube of glitter-pink lube with him as he does. The Devil is still dressed, still soaked in human blood; that's all about intimidating Jeff, and now that he's free, free to run around the room in circles if he likes, Lucifer just shrugs and watches him.
It's a pleasure to watch him scramble, a pleasure, because he's going to have to face the inevitable sooner or later, and Lucifer's gaze is utterly without comfort. It's meant to unsettle him further, if anything, this archangel waiting for him to stop running about and give in. ]
Jeff, this really isn't making things any better for you.
[The second Lucifer lets go Jeff's stumbling ungracefully to his feet, staggering over to the nearest wall and slumping sidelong against it. He spares a glance over to check he's not being pursued, and then his gaze sweeps the room as if expecting to find some kind of exit. He already knows there isn't one. The only reason he's 'free' and on his feet right now is because Lucifer knows he can't get away, very much a cat playing with it's food. A blood soaked, lube toting cat.]
I... I've got powers too. Don't make me use them, asshole. [Totally threatening, especially as he pins his back up against the wall and does his best to hold back the trembling in his muscles. His shoulders lift as his head lowers, the hackles raising on a cornered animal, but part of him already knows this is all a pointless bout of defiance.]
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Don't act like you don't know what this is, Jeff. You let that little friend of yours shoot my dogs, so I shot his. And I killed his dogs too.
[ Well, that was rude. He'd kind of liked April, when they'd met, but his anger knew no bounds.
He cocked his head, looking Jeffrey over. ] And now I am all out of special pets... Didn't we discuss what would happen to you in such an event? What's wrong, Jeff, did you think that I wouldn't go through with it?
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He feels vulnerable enough already, even more so on the floor, so he slowly starts to push himself to his feet, hoping his legs will hold him.] Look, it's not... we can get you more.
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No, it took me almost a year to get Cujo trained, Jeff, and it's going to get at least that long to get you polished up too.
[ He stepped in closer, narrowing his eyes. ]
It's all about motivation. Oh, and of course... [ He reached out, touched Jeff's throat, and a silver studded collar all but magically appeared in place. His clothes vanished. ] --humiliation.
Dogs don't stand up on two legs, Jeff.
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Instead of running, he takes a single step back with a leg, shifting his weight back onto it in some vague hope that few inches of distance may somehow discourage the approach. It doesn't. But it's not the hand at his throat that draws his attention, but the sudden, snug fit of something looped around his neck like a collar. He brings his own hand up to feel it, as if not quite believing it's real, so fixated on it that it takes a few more seconds for him to register a chill against his skin as if he's...
His other hand is quick to cup himself, eyebrows lifting at the mention of humiliation, of dogs, of the fact he's standing there in nothing but a collar in a room with no doors or windows.]
Okay! Point made. It's gonna take time, I get that. I'll... I'll help. We find another puppy or whatever and we train it. I'll train it. However long it takes. [Desperation would be a pretty accurate description of his tone right now.]
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[ He looked Jeff up and down, thoughtfully, his nostrils flaring in amusement. ]
Do you think you'd come if I whistled?
[ He quirked an eyebrow, like obviously he meant it that way, what other way would he mean it?
He stepped forward, carefully, moving around Jeff, circling to his back. His hand fell between his shoulders, firm, pushing downward, so that Jeff would either have to go down to his knees or twist and jump away from him. He wouldn't force him to kneel, it was much more like a gesture to make him aware that Lucifer hadn't changed his mind yet. ]
You can stop hiding yourself, by the way--I've seen it all before. I was there when it was invented.
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Except here he is, doing as he's told and behaving in front of his current company, because Jeff may be a leader, but he also knows when to pick his fights and when to hold off. Lucifer is not one you fight, not unless you want to be in literal pieces.]
Please, don't... [It's a hollow request. A blanket cover for whatever all this is and may become.] I've learned my lesson and I'm sorry, okay?
[He doesn't turn as Lucifer circles but his eyes follow for as long as they can without twisting around. And then there's pressure on his shoulders and he doesn't even argue it, relenting to the suggestion by slowly dropping to his knees, a hand still cupping himself despite any reassurances that it's nothing new. Jeff's not shy about it, it's just that his hand offers the one bit of protection he has against being completely exposed and vulnerable.]
I didn't do anything wrong.
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[ Lucifer circled again, coming to crouch right in front of him. So long as Jeff stayed on his knees, even coming down to his level wasn't coming down to his level. It was appropriate, that was all. ]
You knew what I'd do to you when I threatened you. Despite that, you failed in your role as caretaker, and that only means that I have to follow through on my threats. You're going to be my net pet, Jeff, and if I were you I'd just be relieved that I don't neuter you. I think you're plenty submissive enough, for now, but give me half a reason--
[ And he'd most definitely do it. For now, Lucifer bent in, reaching his hand in to lay it across the back of Jeff's fingers, where he cupped himself. ]
What do you say? Shall I be nice, or shall I be not so nice?
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As that hand reaches forward, Jeff cringes, eyes flickering downwards to watch, because maybe if he keeps a constant eye on his beloved dick, it'll forever be safe. Sitting back onto his feet could be deemed an extra level of submission, but it has far more to do with his body trying to keep away from any possible limb or organ removal.]
Iiiiiii would really appreciate you not neutering. Nice would be great, thanks, as would a whole bunch of forgiveness and freedom. We're all friends here. You forgive the dog thing and I'll totally overlook a whole bunch of murder and not report it to the relevant authorities, because you know they'd lock you away for a long time for that stunt, right?
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Not something I would do if I didn't have absolute control. You see, what I'm going to do when I'm done here is murder the Russian prime, and make it look like the American government did it. Boom. Where will your relevant authorities be then? No, Jeff. [ He angled his head in closer. ] You should be grateful--I won't be letting any bombs fall on your pretty little head. That's the extent of my generosity.
[ He squeezed his fingers gently, as though perhaps he meant to do something more than that, but then his fingers slipped away just as quickly, and Lucifer stood, circling around behind Jeff, and crouching again. His left arm looped firmly around his neck, but it didn't press tight, as though to choke him.
His right hand slipped down across Jeff's chest, tweaking a nipple as it went. ]
You're not nude just because, Jeff, if you were wondering. Killing you isn't going to cut it for me, you'd just come back. This has to be a punishment you can feel.
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His gaze doesn't follow Lucifer this time, instead keeping his gaze lowered and his jaw tight as if waiting for the next move. Being vulnerable isn't something he's used to, and while this scenario of being naked and collared may well work out great a times, this was definitely not one of those times. As that arm loops around, Jeff locks up with a nervous rigidness, a deer caught in headlights.
Those fingers against his nipple wrench a sharp gasp from him (a weakness he can't help but react to), and has that hand wanders he's left shuddering lightly underneath it.]
Yeah, well. If the plan was for me to be ashamed, then no can do. I look good, especially when naked. [So maybe he doesn't entirely get what 'punishment' Lucifer means, but he's still hinting on defiance because answering back is the only thing that'll keep his confidence up.]
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[ Lucifer dips his hand lower, this time pressing it underneath Jeff's wrist rather than letting his fingers lift over knuckles. His fingers find pubic hair, pressing in against the firm muscle that dips down even here. For all he works out, for all his strength, it's nothing to the Devil's--or his persistence, and Lucifer presses his chest in against Jeff's bare back as his fingers try to worm their way lower.
His voice is sultry, low and threatening. ]
You're not really this slow, are you? Come on, Jeff. You like to be in control of your own body. You and you alone decide what goes into it. I'm taking that choice away. What better torture?
And don't forget, I am the Devil. If anyone could know exactly how to break you, it would be me, hm?
[ His other hand dipped down Jeff's flank, curling uncompromisingly around his ass and squeezing, kneading his fingertips in just such a way as to peel him open. ]
Such a lucky puppy, to be given such a juicy bone.
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[That's a tone of disbelief right there, even despite the murder and kidnapping, the nakedness and wandering hands. Jeff's still struggling with this threat, like it can't possibly be happening, that any minute now he'll find it was all one big joke. He likes being in control, that's an astute observation, and it's perhaps why he's struggling to comprehend the entirety of this while so far removed from his usual comfort zone. This can't possibly be how it's going to go for him, on his knees, groped by another as they press in firmly against him. Pretty easy to understand where this is going from that observation.]
Don't. No bones. We can talk this out, okay?
[Practically pleading. There's almost no competition against that hand pushing it's way between his, his own grip loosening just slightly as he considers which battles he should be choosing. If Lucifer wants to touch his dick, then whatever, so long as the castration idea remains out of the question. Instead of fighting for that, his other hand is quick to reach behind, between them as he blindly moves to grab at the wrist of those creeping fingers at his ass, exploring far too close for comfort. It's not an area that he often allows to be played near, especially not by a Lord of Darkness.]
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[ Lucifer chuckled, his hand stilling when Jeff's fingers curled around his wrist. It was a nice try at slowing him down, and really, such a helpless little gesture in the face of everything else, that he couldn't help but indulge it, just to tease at the possibility that he might stop.
But his other hand was curling firmly around Jeff's cock now, flaccid as it was from fear. That could always be fixed. ]
You should have listened to more death metal, Jeff. This is every other Tuesday for me.
[ The white room left Jeff absolutely nowhere to go, nowhere to run to. It made it clear that trying would be pointless, like a hamster trying to get out of a ball. ]
Get on your hands and knees.
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C'mon, if you want dog, I-... [The slightest hesitation as he weighs up his options, ever trying for compromises like the lawyer and con artist he is.] I can do dog. I'll bark, sit and roll over all you want, okay? But... people don't fuck dogs.
[Decidedly not pitching forward, especially not with that hand still at his backside. So maybe there is still some of that cocky defiance lingering in the form of resistance.]
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No, I take it back--bark if you like.
[ He was stroking Jeff firmly, now, albeit without any kind of lubrication at all. He'd get to that, maybe between breaths, as he shoved Jeff forward, roughly. He'd damn well have to put his hands in front of him, if he didn't want to end up with his face shoved into the ground.
He could fly away, almost without leaving, and so Lucifer did just that, barely flapping a wing before he was laying cold, wet fingers against the curve of Jeff's ass. ]
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No.
[He grits his teeth against that roughly stroking hand, but it's that flutter of what sounds like wings, followed by fingers playing their advantage that has Jeff reacting, scrambling on his hands to try and crawl his way froward to get even the slightest distance, despite that hand at his dick. He'd crawl right out of this place on his hands and knees if it meant getting out of this.]
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It's a pleasure to watch him scramble, a pleasure, because he's going to have to face the inevitable sooner or later, and Lucifer's gaze is utterly without comfort. It's meant to unsettle him further, if anything, this archangel waiting for him to stop running about and give in. ]
Jeff, this really isn't making things any better for you.
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I... I've got powers too. Don't make me use them, asshole. [Totally threatening, especially as he pins his back up against the wall and does his best to hold back the trembling in his muscles. His shoulders lift as his head lowers, the hackles raising on a cornered animal, but part of him already knows this is all a pointless bout of defiance.]