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Thread: The Rent is Due (BlackDog x Altheras)

The head was smooth against his tongue as it entered his mouth, the bitter taste of precum strong and masculine to the teen. He shut his eyes and offered little resistance as the thick shaft was forced deeper and into his throat. The tight muscles there constricted making him choke and gag. Being told to relax did very little in the way of actually relaxing him though. When the big man took two fistfuls of his hair and twisted it tight against his scalp, he gave a little squeal from the pain, now forced to take that thick cock down his throat with every rock of the big man's hips. He choked and gagged fighting to relax those willful muscles, while straining lightly against his bound wrists. His face was turning red from a lack of breath, and after a couple of minutes of this brutal face fucking, the muscles had finally been beaten into submission. He was just starting to manage to snatch little desperate gasps through his nose when Jax yelled at him and smacked him so hard in the face that he saw stars. He whimpered as he was having a hard time just keeping Jax from feeling teeth, especially with the faster and more powerful thrusts, because his girth was so thick that it kept his jaw stretched wide open. Every motion was pinching his soft lips painfully hard against his teeth, making the little goth whimper and cringe. He shut his eyes and hollowed his cheeks, trying to obediently give the older man some suction. Even having his mouth fucked was making his hard cock throb almost painfully in arousal, the sheer brutality of the act making him desperately wish that thick cock was pounding into his ass instead of his sore throat.
Thread: The Rent is Due (BlackDog x Altheras)

Watching the goth struggle and gasp trying to get air while his face turned red was making Jax want him even more. God, what was it about making Luke suffer that turned him on so much? Looking down at the slender boy, he saw him whimpering and trying to get away. You can go ahead and cry, Luke. I don't mind. Let it out. He didn't know why he wanted him to cry, it just made the sex that much sweeter. He began panting as his thrusting became more urgent. Jax so wanted to be the first man to cum across those sweet lips of Luke's. A thought occured to Jax, he suddenly stopped and pulled his cock out. Looking at Luke, he said, but this isn't what you want, is it? I want it, but you don't, do you? Moving down to position himself between Luke's legs, he shoved them apart. He picked up Luke by his thighs, holding one leg on either side of him. This is what you want, isn't it? Looking down at Luke's hard cock, he smiled as he said, you want me to fuck you up the ass again no matter how painful, don't you? He began to slowly push his cock into Luke's tortured ass.
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

Kacey Greene never expected to end up in the waiting room of a therapists office. In grade school, she had a classmate that left early every Tuesday to visit one and everyone in the class took the opportunity to poke even more fun at them. The class consensus determined that only psychos talked to doctors about problems, or people without friends. Admittedly, Kacey was lacking in the friendship department. She had moved several times as a child only to find that every town had the same problems, the same generic Main Street, and the same groups of friends. It was rare for her to even bother forming a relationship when she knew some time next year theyd just be separated. She just pressed ahead in life assuming that once adulthood arrived, things would get easier. Now an art college drop-out working hourly at a local coffee shop, Kacey spent the majority of her time reading or painting. While her family disapproved, she made enough to scrape by and support herself, but it wasnt as if she was adding to her savings. She lived in her own bubble, avoiding people as often as possible. They made her nervous, they even triggered her first anxiety attack crowds were a problem for the twenty two year-old. Several friends from childhood on her Facebook profile constantly uploaded photos of parties and trips into the city, and Kacey lived a vicarious life through them. Fed up with the fear and embarrassment, shed figured therapy with a stranger was a more desirable approach than attempting to discuss her issues with her family. Even if blood was thicker than water, gossip was a disease with no cure. So she waited. Seated in an over-stuffed chair in a room that was clearly decorated with a theme of calm. The walls were painted a shade of cream and pastel accents brightened the area, a secretary seated at a well-sized desk with papers stacked in an organized fashion. Kacey hardly considered herself fashionable. Paint eventually ruined everything she owned, so the majority of her clothing was purchased out of season or at thrift shops. She never looked homeless, but a stylish cocktail dress was certainly out of the question. She fancied casual looks, and for her first session the girl did her best to throw an outfit together that wasnt covered in paint. Dark brown hair was tied messily into a bun, a few strands escaping to drape at her neck. Glancing at the clock in the waiting room signaled that there were three minutes until her session was meant to begin. The secretary was paged, and moments later spoke. Doctor Davis is ready for you. Her anxiety grew. The girl lingered for a minute before awkwardly standing and approaching his door. It was solid mahogany, sturdy and lacking a window for the sake of privacy. Timidly, her hand extended for the knob and turned, permitting her entrance into his private office.
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

James Davis Doctor of Psychology. Master of Science of Counseling. Master of Science in Education. Licensed and Practicing. He had an ego, it was evident when she entered the room . It was small, cozy, and yet it had a feel of claustrophobia to it. The feeling that everything was compacted and angled inwards towards the patient who came to sit before him. That was what she faced when she stepped inside his private office. She should have known by the solid wood door that it was going to be like that. Everything about this man was ostentatious, as if he had stepped out of an arrogant time period and into the modern world with the assurances in bold letters above his head. I am smarter than you. I know better than you. That is why you are here. As she came inside he gave a cursory glance upwards from his work station at the desk, making a minor tap onto the laptop to clear the screen and then reached into a nearby drawer to pull free her file, closing it with a resounding echo. Silence filled the room as he made the small gesture for her to have a seat, peering over his glasses at the material before him that she had filled out earlier before coming to the appointment. He leaned back in his chair, giving her a view of an aristocratic satan, his features all angles and hard stern lines. No, no softness to this counselor. His black hair was kept cruelly short, his long sleeve shirt and dress pants accented by the small vest he wore over a slim midsection. The long supple fingers holding her file spoke of a man who had never done hard labor, the hands of an artist. He made a small hmm, his voice finally speaking in those cultured arrogant tones and yet there was something authoritative about it, something palpable...even if he did not have some winning personality of a politician he had a voice which resonated almost hypnotically in the small room. Those eyes flicked over her, taking her in, absorbing her in one quick cursory glance and then dismissing her...like he had already tabulated, sorted, and filed her away into a box. He knew her in that one glance and perhaps that was frightening, he did not seem to necessarily care one way or the other. After all he was being paid well. So...Kacey, yes? How can I help you today?
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

Kacey was immediately regretting her decision to seek professional help. The only thing she knew about psychologists were the standard tropes shed seen in movies she expected a leather chaise lounge, countless bookcases full of material, and maybe even an office plant to create a welcoming atmosphere. His desk dominated the room, and as he motioned for her to enter and seat herself, she obeyed without making a sound. Fingers clutched nervously at her cheap purse once seated, the proximity between them allowing for both parties to observe with ease. In the time it took for him to judge her, her own opinions formed. By his suit alone she could tell their lifestyles hardly crossed. The parties he threw were likely accompanied by catered hors d'oeuvres and a four string quartet. Her jealousy was brief. After all, she was paying him . He depended on crazies like herself to keep his lifestyle! Mentally, the girl winced. Calling herself crazy likely wouldnt help with the whole process. Her attention snapped back into focus at the sound of a drawer locking shut, the metal unforgiving in the small room. Kacey knew everything shed written in her paperwork, yet she peered at the file as if he might have already added his own assumptions or diagnosis. The questions were rather generic, asking what brought her there and how interruptive her problems were in daily life. Shed checked both of the No boxes once questioned about thoughts of suicide or self-harm. His brief glance before returning back to his papers forced her anxious fingers to grip even tighter. She hated the knowledge that someone was mentally picking her apart, like a butchers diagram of a cow. Even with a casual tone, his voice seemed to have spooked her. Nodding to affirm her name, her lips parted to speak. Well, I, uhm... She stammered, clearly not thinking ahead of time as to how shed begin to explain herself. I have a problem with people. Er, well, more like groups of people. Kacey had never shared her issues with anyone the words felt foreign in her mouth. My lungs tighten up, I get dizzy. I dont know where my mind goes, Im just The girl looked away, her eyes settling upon a window. Frightened. Despite the fact that this was Doctor Davis job, Kacey felt like hed burst out laughing from her admittance of fear. After all, she herself hadnt met anyone else that literally avoided parties because they caused uncontrollable anxiety.
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

Laughter was not something he routinely shared with a patient. He would never be so derogatory as to openly give condescension to someone who had come to him and asked for his services. Such a thing would be appalling to him, not because he did not feel those emotions but because he was a professional. A professional who cared about his business, cared about his reputation, and always did a damned fine job of providing the service that was being required of him. He looked at her as she spoke, leaning back slowly in his chair as he placed the file down upon the table and he steepled his fingers as she shared that brief uncertainty and then he made a slow musing noise. What could be really said with such an opening, she had not given him much to work with and that was part of the problem wasn't it. He could tell she was already growing anxious with him, could see that she was withdrawing even though she was paying him for his time and effort to be there for her. That was the nature of being a human being, even if she did not understand what it meant. Fear of the Unknown. His voice held a mild calm to it as he began to speak, having waited for a brief moment to see if she would say anything else. There was almost a mild exasperation to the undertone of his voice, a definite....come on you have to give me more, vibe. Yet he made no references to it as that cultured voice addressed her problem. You're not an unintelligent girl, you obviously score well on your testing and have done your research I am sure. You know the symptoms are psychosomatic, you know that the obvious recourse would have been to go to your general practitioner to have him prescribe anti-anxiety medication. Yet you came here, now someone else in my position might have asked you why....in the hopes of learning something special about you. He gave a wry smirk. We both know why though, because you know deep down that what you fear is change. You fear the variables of life, the unknowns, the dangers lurking in the corner. You want to overcome that, to face that fear, and conquer it...yes? You want to learn how to be brave.
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

Kacey wasnt comfortable. Who would be? Seated in an awkwardly small room with an awkwardly large desk and an awkwardly forward practitioner. Well, perhaps he wasnt the awkward one. No, he wasnt--his client was. Of course she had Googled her fears. Anyone could form a basic grasp of Psychology, but that wasnt why shed decided to spend a rather juicy lump of her income to sit here. While he was bent on proving she wasnt a special snowflake, Kacey couldnt help but feel slightly belittled. Sure, there were thousands of others just like her, perhaps even worse off. But how would any of his sweeping generalizations make a point? The concept of courage arose, which forced her to ponder once more. Her brows furrowed, fingers still clutching at her purse while peering at her lap. Adding bravery or confidence to her daily repertoire of emotions would be very likely to improve her outlook on life in general as well as dealing with uncertain social situations. Her dark eyes lifted, looking towards the man that likely knew far more about what he was speaking of than she did. Sure, followed by a shrug. That was it? His grand speech earned nothing more than a sloppy gesture and a single word? Clearly, Kacey wasnt one for socializing. Perhaps another reason for approaching a professional as opposed to awkwardly stumbling through talks with her parents. I just want to be able to run errands at any hour I need to. Im tired of planning my life around other people. To iterate the severity of her issues, she rummaged through her purse for a few moments before producing a small sketch book. The cover was worn and the corners curled. She flipped to one of the first few pages, a crease in the spine evident. Leaning forward, her arm stretched out, offering him the small book. Scribbled in her cursive was an extensive schedule of each of her neighbors work hours. When they left, when they came home it was all there. Theres more on the next page Her tone was full of shame as she waited patiently for him to flip over the first sheet. The grocery store, her local movie theater, even a book store she frequented all had their heavy traffic hours for each day noted as if shed watched from the parking lot. I just wish I didnt need all that information to go outside. The humiliation of it all forced a surge of sensitivity, fingertips quickly swiping at her eyes to whisk away any tears that might have begun forming.
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

Well, that was something at least wasn't it. She might be a bit messed up in the head but at least she was organized. It was something this gentleman could expect. Reaching out he took the journal from her, not paying particular mind to the near tearful state she was in. That was the true problem of humanity, they coddled people. She could go on Facebook if she wanted affirmation for her problems, he would not provide any of it here....and that is truly why nobody ever became better. Nobody ever healed. They were always looking for a fix. Whether it was someone just agreeing with them in a comment section, or clicking a like button, or giving a stupid cat meme on a text. People were never really looking for help, they were looking for reinforcement. His sharp eyes looked from her emotional state and ignored it, instead flipping through her little book and studying what she had done. His lips pressed together as he considered the situation and then he finally asked the hard question, the one that really mattered as he tossed her book onto the table as if it was a piece of trash. It made a solid thunk on the hard wood. Why do you fucking care, Kacey? His voice was brutish, to the point, a jab at the psyche as he watched her and he leaned forward to place his hands on his desk, standing to move around it and to lean back against it. It gave a good view of his body, a slim outline like that of a hunting cat. Perhaps the analogy was more appropriate than either really gave credence, for when he leaned back against that wood he might have very well been perching over the kill. Well? Go on? Why do you avoid them? Do you think they look down on you? Do you think they'll hurt you? What is it you fear will fucking happen...or is it that you fear when you do meet them that nothing will happen at all....? And you'll still just be as lonely?
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

Kacey was hardly seeking attention or coddles as her eyes grew moist. While her issues had remained a secret until today, an oppressive weight of embarrassment blanketed over her conscience. She lived hEr daily life in fear, a fear she had no means of understanding or coping with. The closest thing to a relationship she had was a casual chat with faceless strangers during a game, or perhaps a small comment on an online article. The drop of her sketchbook sent a dull thud through the air. Her muscles tightened, shoulders hunching as he seemed unimpressed or disinterested with her example. As if the way he treated her personal possessions wasnt rude enough, he stood and began to question her in a crass manner. His words were shocking eyes growing wide and lips parting blankly while staring in disbelief. The girl might have been shaken, but her emotions were still present. H-hey, the girl started awkwardly, straightening in her chair while attempting to adopt a firm tone. I may not be the fanciest person youve dealt with, but Im pretty sure Im not paying you to curse at me... Confrontations were a living nightmare. Despite her distaste, she still couldnt carry a tone to properly fit an argument. She managed a frown, expressing her distaste for his approach before continuing. I moved a lot as a child, and I just sort of got used to not bothering to meet anyone or spend time with them. I guess somewhere along the line I just started getting more and more uncomfortable. Now Im the weird person with no real career, no goals, and no ambition at all to go find any. Who would want to go out on a date with someone like myself when a stones throw away theres some other girl that has their whole life together? Sure, every now and then a cashier would ask how she was and theyd earn a generic positive response. Kacey was content, her basic needs were met, but she wasnt happy.
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

An eyebrow rose at her choice of words and he leaned back in his chair. He did not feel particularly reprimanded, instead he merely considered her for a long moment before making a small motion with his hand. His cultured voice was quiet and contemplative as he spoke. You may not like the cussing, but it got something for all it's intensity. He steepled his fingers once more, the kind of positioning of only an arrogant man, the intelligent eyes peering over the tips of his fingers as he continued speaking. Go out on a date. You weren't concerned with judgment, say perhaps of a boss. You did not care whether or not the woman down the street disliked your clothes. When it came down to it you began to hammer home the fact that you aren't worthy of a man's..., he paused before raising an eyebrow, curious as to whether or not she might be more broad in her likes than that before shrugging. Of a human's love. You also mentioned how you measure yourself....lack of drive, lack of career, that you are weird...where did you come by all of these judgments about your life? That love required you to have a job? That your wants and needs make you an outcast? He leaned in and met her gaze. Well?
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

Despite the Doctors general lack of tact, Kacey couldnt deny the validity of his statements. She just walked around assuming everyone else in the world had their lives put together much more than her own. She could pay her own bills, which was at least better than some. His method had bristled her slightly, but he was at least getting something out of her. I describe myself that way based upon my comparisons to others, especially my cousins in the family. Were all roughly the same age, and when one of them goes on for hours about how many perks they have, or how great of a loft they can afford, the bar just gets raised. Then... She paused, as if experiencing the exchange all over again. Then I start to talk. I can see it in their faces. Im not stupid, even if I dont have an expensive degree. They always just nod blankly and frown. Then before I can embarrass myself too much, I end up shifting the conversation to anywhere else. Her eyes were settled heavily upon the floor, fingers hooked together. And I know Im just supposed to have this sense of pride for what I do, or some bullshit. But I do care what they think even when I dont get along with most of them. The girl leaned back in her own chair, elbows perched at the arm rests before turning to look at him with exasperation. I feel like Im trying to make an angry animal love me even though all its done is bite. I should just walk away and move on, but I cant. Her tears had left her, despite the subject. It was odd discussing all of this, but at least he was being honest.
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

He watched her with that clinical detachment that she was growing accustomed to, as if he just did not seem to have any bone in this fight, and that was perhaps very true. This was all about her, her needs, her wants, and her dreams...and the truth was he had no inclination one way or the other for her. He merely accepted her struggles as something that was on her shoulders, and yet...because of what he had chosen to do, he was there to help her. He made a small motion at the end of her statements and tapped the table just slightly. You're a product of our lives and who can really blame you? You've been told your entire life there is some measure of what it means to be human...because people need there to be one. They require one, they require it because it makes them feel so good to accomplished something in life. Though it's always cute how the measure is something that they wanted to do in the first place...isn't it? He glanced up towards the degrees behind him, continuing his thoughts. I wanted those, so I have them. Does that make me more valuable than you are? It might represent a sign post, saying something like - this guy has knowledge, but...did it increase my worth? How can you even define the worth of a human being when it's all...illusionary. There's no scale for us to step on, no sheet to compare, merely...perspective. He pressed his lips together as he leaned back, his eyes narrowing. You've brought up love a few times, even made it personal...an angry animal that's done nothing but bite? Did you have someone particular in mind?