marlowemuses | Fear and Adrenaline, for doctor

"Yes," Ashley whimpered, the one word filled with begging. He rutted back against the toy, trying to get as much as possible, wanting to be filled. "Feels so good. Want more."

Scarecrow thrust it in a little faster. "How can I resist when you beg like that?" He removed the toy and turned it off, setting it aside so he could slick up his cock. He pressed the head of his dick against his lover's entrance before pushing in.

Ashley cried out as he was entered, since Scarecrow was a lot larger than the vibrator. Whimpering as he tried to adjust, Ashley dropped his head forward into his arms, trembling very slightly at the pain and fear that he felt, combined with dizzying lust. "Scarecrow."

Scarecrow thrust slowly at first, one hand gripping the younger man's waist while the other trailed his fingers down his spine. "Yes... never forget who you belong to. For I am the king of terror."

"Yes, monster," Ashley murmured, rolling his hips back against Scarecrow in order to get more, deeper stimulation. "All yours. Your plaything."

Scarecrow's eyes rolled back into his head as Ashley thrust against him, his cock going in as deep as it could into the younger man.

"Mine..." He drove as hard as he could into the younger man.

Ashley cried out at the hard thrust, reaching down beneath himself to stroke at his own cock. He was close already, on edge with fear and arousal, and he had no idea whether Scarecrow was close or whether his master would simply keep fucking him through it, but he couldn't hold on any longer as he spilled himself, whimpering and trembling as he came. "Scarecrow!"

Scarecrow moaned silently as Ashley tightened around him and caused him to climax. He milked his orgasm for a short while longer, giving shallow little thrusts, until he was spent. After, he leaned down to run his burlap-covered mouth across Ashley's neck as he pulled out.

Ashley whimpered softly, feeling an exquisite frisson of terror at the feeling of Scarecrow's rough, scarred, burlap-covered lips brushing his skin. "Are you pleased, monster?" he asked, sweet and submissive with afterglow.

Scarecrow trailed a hand down Ashley's side, his dull fingernails just grazing the flawless skin. "Oh yes," He whispered. "Quite pleased."

He finally pulled away from Ashley so he could grab a tissue and wipe down his cock, before gathering his clothes.

Ashley rolled over to watch, cleaning between his own legs with another tissue and pouting at Scarecrow gathering his clothes. "You're leaving?"

Scarecrow had already put his pants on and was securing his brace as he responded to the question. "I suppose can stay, but only for a short while. We wouldn't want the good doctor find me in your bed. It might spoil the surprise for him that I'm quite real, and he'd make sure you'd never see me again." It was almost funny, pretending that he and Crane were two separate people.

Ashley wrinkled his nose in frustration, annoyed to not get his way and annoyed that Scarecrow made good points. "I still don't understand why you can't just kill him."

"I have my reasons," Scarecrow said, putting more of his clothes back on. "Know this, though. If he hurts you, he will pay." He leaned down and stroked Ashley's cheek.

"Yes, monster," Ashley pouted, kissing his palm and then curling up under the covers to sleep. "You'll come back soon?"

"Tomorrow night, pretty one," Scarecrow promised. "Try to last until then." With that, he left Ashley's side and slipped out the door, making sure he was quiet.

After putting his costume away, Crane went to bed himself. His mind was reeling with possibilities, but the sex had left him tired and sated.

Crane made a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast, leaving a tray of the meal on a table beside the younger man's bedroom door, along with a glass of juice. He knocked a few times. "Breakfast is served. You may either join me in the dining room or eat it in there."

Exhausted from everything that had happened since he'd first met Crane, Ashley slept deeply and woke only at the knock. Dizzy, it took him a minute to make sense of it.

Dressing quickly, Ashley went to inspect the food. He was very hungry, and it seemed like normal food. He ate it alone in his room, but then he took down the empty tray to the kitchen, setting it on the counter. It was, for him, a very large gesture of cooperation. Wary, he watched Crane, staying well out of grabbing range. "Good morning."

Crane looked over his newspaper at Ashley, reading glasses resting on his nose. "Good to see we're feeling better today," He said, sipping on his coffee.

"Your first session is in one hour," Crane added. "I will expect you in my office at that time. After that, you are free for the day until curfew."

"What's curfew?" Ashley asked, narrowing his eyes at the doctor. His heart fluttered with fear, but he was now relatively cooperative out of obedience to Scarecrow. "Does that mean I'm allowed to leave the house during the day?"

"As long as you remain within city limits," Crane droned, folding his newspaper neatly. "If you are caught trying to leave town, or stay out after sunset, you will lose that privilege." Crane figured that Ashley wouldn't try and run away as long as Scarecrow still paid his nightly visits.

"I think you'll find me quite agreeable if you don't make this difficult."

Ashley stuck out his tongue and pulled a childish face, leaving the room. He did, however, keep an eye on the clock.

As tempted as he was to skip his "session", he was also achingly curious. After all the accusations he'd thrown at Crane had created no apparent repercussions or results, Ashley was perplexed as to what he was doing here. Crane's claim that he needed "help" was clearly nonsense, but Ashley didn't know why he really was here. Eight minutes late, intentionally, Ashley showed up at the office door.

Crane had gotten his office ready, and dressed in a professional suit, as he killed time. He'd been about to go get Ashley when the knock came.

He allowed the 'patient' inside. "Have a seat and we can begin," Crane waved his hand at the couch.

His office was sparsely decorated, with just a few paintings of admittedly eerie subject matter. Such as a painting of a cemetery or dead trees that looked like long fingers ready to grab someone. He had more textbooks in here, as well as his diplomas hanging on the wall behind his desk.

Ashley sat looking around in interest at the paintings on the wall. He liked them, suited as they were to his distinctly macabre tastes.

Curling his fingers around the edge of the seat, Ashley watched the doctor warily, chewing on his pouty lower lip.

Crane sat on the armchair near the couch, putting on his glasses and opening his notebook, which he rested on his knee.

"Now, Ashley, is there anything you'd like to talk about today?"

Ashley rolled his eyes dramatically. "No, thanks. Not really feeling chatty. You're not very good at conversation, anyway. You don't answer questions."

Relaxing at how harmless the introductory question had been, Ashley lounged back in his seat, watching Dr. Crane with low-lidded eyes filled with dislike.

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