Hey, there, mister milkman! (Private, between Seven and myself)

[Tritium]

I simply adore to see fear, and burning desire, mixed together in your beautiful eyes. These two different emotions are very strong alone, but together, they form the ultimate combo, wouldn’t you agree?” He slowly slid his fingers under James’s chin, forcing him to look at his own reflection in the mirror.
“Observe this pretty little face of yours” he instructed James, on a very severe tone of voice. “You want to be ravished so badly, yet you fear that I might do something to hurt you, and that feeling empowers me, it makes me feel stronger, it makes me feel like I’m in charge. I truly wish you could experience it, this overwhelming sensation, flowing through my veins. The surge of adrenaline, pumping throughout my entire body, animating each and every fiber of my being!”
Madarame approached James’s ear once again. “Who knows, maybe yous should be afraid. After all, you know nothing about me. I could be a psychopath, or a pervert, in search of young virgins. A hungry brute who’s only desire is to take your virtue, but I’m guessing you’re not a virgin anymore. No virgin would act in such a slutty way, practically begging to be taken. Only one who has felt another man inside of him, could lust for it, as you do.”

[Seven]

James froze as he looked himself in the eye, through the mirror.
Oh dear- that was fear...fear right there in his eyes...He gulped..looking back at Madarame,
a shiver running down his spine as his pointy tongue speaking words of hunger in his ear..
"Madarame.." He whispered, with a voice mixed with fear and please. He bit his bottomlip hard, flustering all pink as the milkman mentioned his non-existant virginity..
That voice, it was nothing like he had ever heard before - Madarame´s soft and soothing voice was gone away, now harsh and tempting - Madarame wasn´t the same as he had been when he stood clueless in the doorway every morning the past couple of weeks....he was something..more..a stranger in the corner whom had just revealed his true face to him - through lights of dust and unsolved mystery..

[Tritium]

"I was right" Madarame giggled, grabbing James by his hair, and gently pulling his head backwards resting it on his well built chest. "I knew it, I just knew it!" the man jubilated, while caressing James's hair.
"I wonder how I missed it all this time, when it was written all over your face, like an admission of one's own guilt. Nothing else could explain your eagerness, and how you went to every lengths to get yourself a man. It must have been a long time since you've last indulged yourself."
"But I'm still in the dark about something" he added, moving his hand back on the young man's chest, to feel the increasingly rapid beatings of his heart. "Why pick the milkman? You have plenty of males around here, who I'm sure, are more then adequate to satisfy your sinful needs. Young, strapping handsome, virile fellows, single, married, or with children, but I'm sure you wouldn't let a tiny detail like that stand in the way of your hunger. Or you could have settled for a less than perfect man. covering up his face during sex would have done the trick. It doesn't matter how he looks like, as long as he gives you what you need, right?"
He then took a few moments to hear what James had to say in his defense, but there was nothing to listen to, other than his loud panting sounds. "Ah, now that I think of it, I'm really not interested in your reasons for targeting me. I'll just help myself to what you have to offer. Think of it as punishment for being such a naughty young man. By the time I'm through with you, you're going to wish you'd never played games with the milkman."
He licked his ear lobe again, until it was nice and wet, then he whispered the rest of it in his ear. "I hope you haven't made any plans for tomorrow, because tonight, I'm going to f*** you out of your mind."
Having stated his intentions, Madarame turned James around, jumped him on his right shoulder, carrying the man all the way to his bedroom.

[Seven]

James murmered a bit scared
as Madarame told him the quite worrying plans for tonight...
All those words did in some strange way turn him on..and again making
the feel of guilt move upwards to his throat and choke him.
He screeched as he were picked up. Feeling the tensions build up slowly as they neared his dorm.
This couldn´t be happening. He rested against Madarame´s shoulder..trying to put a summary
on what just happened...all right...so Madarame had been lying to him about the cap...he had been ambushing him in his own bathroom and now he claimed that he was going to rock him silent..He mumbled at the milkman again..wrenching a bit in his grasb and then mumbling again..

[Tritium]

"There's really no point in mumbling about it, or trying to escape my tight grasp" Madarame told James, as he gently laid the young man in his bed. "You wanted a deep and nasty f***, so whatever happens to you, starting this very moment, is your own fault. After all, I'm not the one who showed up almost naked every day to greet the milkman. I most certainly am not the one who played "beat around the bush" every day with the milkman."
He left James there, and went to his dresser, opening the door to find the young man's mountain of depraved toys. "I'm actually surprised of how careless you are about keeping your kinks a secret, and how clueless you are when it comes to knowing what men want. But we can discuss these matters another time, because tonight, I intend to enjoy you to the fullest."
Madarame made a quick inventory of the toys, then he picked a few, which seemed appropriate for James. They were quite long and thick, but he thought the young man wouldn't have any problem, since they were his in the first place, so it's not like he'd never used them before.

[Seven]

James whined as he was put at his bed,
wrenching a bit around in his sheets, his hand still
tied together, laying above his head, exposing the chest,
he closed his legs, trying to cover up the throbbing manhood.
Oh dear he wanted this so badly. Though his whole being was telling him to get up and
run like hell. Call the police and tell about this assasinator !
Though the milkman had always been his goal of love - the unachieved, and the impossible..
He stared at the display of toys that Madarame picked up, gulping...
His body urged to press his legs harder together to avoid his own lustfull mind to allow the milkman to come near..

[Tritium]

"There's no need to be afraid anymore" Madarame explained, throwing the toys on James's bed. "I haven't the faintest clue how to use any of these babies over here, but I'm pretty sure you have quite a lot of experience. As you've noticed, I selected the biggest ones from your vault of secret pleasures."
He kneeled in front of the bed, spreading James's legs, to have a look at his erect manhood. He couldn't help but chuckle, seeing how James was desperately trying to hide his desire. "It's really pointless to deny what you're feeling right now. We're way past the "hello, how are you?" phase."
He then reached out his hand, groping that hard piece of meat, and listening to the delicious sounds James would make, as the pleasure became more and more intense. "Don't you worry, I'm going to give you what you want, but first, I'm going to take my pleasure, by stuffing your hole with these enormous toys."

[Seven]

James gaspered as Madarame distanced his legs.
Feeling exposed to this mans playful plans. He swallowed a lump once more.
Nearly whining from pleasure as the other man touched him.
It had been so long..since anybody had been showing his lovehungering
body some attention. - though - it disagreed with him enjoying this.
He wanted Madarame so badly it nearly made him squint from the thoughts of his
plans, but his body were against the incomming pleasures, and he tried to close his legs around the milkmans hand, while James moaned ever so deliciously to the sensations of goodness..

[Tritium]

"Yes, yes, my sweet defenseless prey, give into this marvelous sensation of raw pleasure" Madarame urged him. "You're torn between the desire and reason. Desperately trying to resist, yet wanting to fall even deeper into this abyss of ecstasy."
He smiled, wrapping his fingers around James's manhood, stroking it gently. "You can try to act revolted, unwilling, but you and I both know that deep down, you want it badly, you need it, like the air you breathe."

[Seven]

James wanted so badly to prove him wrong.
He did not need anything..he was fine himself..
but his thongue and mind wouldn´t stick to that idea,
instead gaspering out loudly.
"..yes....mmmm....Madarame..!....."