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Leland glanced over at the letter on his center console, he received it about a week after his encounter at the bar with Clyde Perry. The letter was vague, labeled to be about “PROJECT LATHE” and attached to an address. It seemed to be an interview, presumably for a job; one that promised to be a perfect fit for his skill set.

Leland’s instincts told him that this was a bad idea, that maybe this was some elaborate way for Clyde to get back at him for having assaulted him at the bar; hospitalized him, from his understanding. Then again, if that turned out to be the case, Leland was more than willing to send Clyde to his grave this time.

Leland tucked the letter into his pocket, and stepped out of his truck; tossing his cigarette onto the pavement in the process. He walked into the large, ominous facility; men in lab coats eyed him curiously.

He walked up to a brunette woman sat behind a desk, she stopped sorting papers to meet his gaze. “Can I help you?” Leland pulled the letter out of his pocket, showing it to her. “Hey, honey, I’m here to see-“
“Dr. Easterman is down the hall, second door on your left,” she spoke quickly, cutting him off to resume her task. He crumpled the letter, leaving it on her desk. “Fuckin’ bitch,” he grumbled to himself as he made his way down the hall.

He followed her directions, the plaque by the door read “Dr. Hendrick Joliet Easterman” and although the name meant nothing to Leland, he stepped inside; he wasn’t sure what to expect.

The room was slightly colder than the rest of the building, it threw him off a little. There was nobody in there; he glanced at the clock on the right, he was a bit early. A desk sat near the back wall, countless files littered its surface, an empty coffee mug resided on the corner; a chair sat in front of the desk, likely for meetings.

On the right wall resided a bookshelf, various nicknacks were placed meticulously alongside the books. On the left wall was a couch, it inspired imagery of a stereotypical therapy setting. A small table stood beside the couch, a lamp and an ash tray laid upon it.

All of the colors in the room were very dull, but it was almost tranquil- almost. It had a sort of pseudo comfort to it, like the room wanted you to feel safe inside of it; but it was difficult for Leland to entirely let his guard down

Leland could hear the hum of an air conditioning unit, it pushed cold air into the room from a vent; that explained the chill. The clock ticked quietly on the wall. Outside the door, he heard the clicking of shoes against tile floors. Occasionally, he heard the sounds of background chatter; although he couldn’t make out any of the words.

Leland cocked his head to the door as he heard the knob twisting from the outside. The door swung open almost silently, a man carrying a notepad walked inside, closing the door behind him.

The man was taller than Leland, he stood perfectly straight. His hair was slicked back, a few strands managed to escape and fall across his forehead. His neatly groomed hair was black, but despite the fact that he was probably only a few years older than Leland, he was already going grey.

He wore an expensive black suit jacket and matching trousers; black dress shoes completed the look. Beneath the jacket was a faintly pink button down shirt, it was likely once white, probably caught in the wash with his red tie; Leland choked down some juvenile comment about the pink shirt. He was thin, but not by any means frail. Reading glasses with black frames sat slightly too low on the bridge of his nose. He was, for what it’s worth, an attractive man.

He moved the notepad beneath his arm and extended his other hand to Leland, he shook it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sergeant Leland Coyle, I’m Dr. Hendrick Easterman.”

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Hendrick placed his notepad on the couch momentarily. He grabbed the chair sat before the desk and scooted it across the floor, stopping once it was in front of the couch.

Hendrick sat down on the couch, picking up his notepad. He gestured to the chair that was now in front of him, Leland sat. Hendrick clicked his pen as he jotted down something onto his notepad.

Hendrick reached into his pocket, producing a pack of cigarettes. “I’ve been told that you smoke,” Hendrick gave a warm smile, it was slightly off; it didn’t seem to entirely reach his eyes. Leland chewed on this inside of his mouth, a habit he had picked up for when he wasn’t smoking. He took one of the cigarettes, grabbing a lighter from his own pocket.

“I was partially expecting you to show up in uniform,” Hendrick spoke as he looked Leland up and down. He wore grey work trousers matched with a white button down, the top few buttons were undone, revealing black chest hair. The look was accompanied by a leather belt with a silver buckle, his badge was clipped onto it; dirty boots stopped just below his knees. His black hair was a touch messy, faint stubble covered his chin; aviator sunglasses hid hazel eyes from view.

“You got some type of hard-on for policemen or somethin’?” Leland jested. “Many people find men in uniform, police especially, to be the pinnacle of sexual arousal. Some relationship between authority and sexuality, I’d presume. I can’t deny that I understand the appeal,” Hendrick spoke matter of factly. “Fag…” Leland remarked under his breath.

Hendrick took a small breath before speaking. “Actually, I’m married to a woman named Irene,” Leland’s interest seemed mildly peaked. “Unlike you, I have no intentions on killing my wife,” the cop’s brows raised. “I ain’t got no idea what you’re talkin’ about,” he slouched forward in his chair.

Hendrick gave a slight smile to the officer. “I’m not here to chastise you, or turn you in. You’re less than legal activities are actually part of the reason that I’ve taken such an interest in you,” Leland opened his mouth as if to speak, but the words got lost somewhere in his throat. “If you were expecting this to correlate to your questionable service in the military or your exceptional, albeit corrupt, service in the police force, I apologize for disappointing you.”

Leland snickered. “Then what the hell am I here for, Doc?” Leland puffed smoke at the other man, he barely moved in response. “You’re dangerous, you’re obsessively attached to the law, and you’re incredibly charming. In other words, you’re something that I want- someone who could contribute greatly to this company,” Hendrick’s words were sincere, and Leland felt his body relax a little bit; he chewed on his cigarette.

“Do you have an oral fixation, Officer Coyle?” Hendrick’s change in subject was abrupt, without warning. “I beg your fuckin’ pardon?” Hendrick pointed at Leland’s cigarette. “Before I gave you the cigarette you were chewing on the inside of your mouth, and there’s a vague sore on your bottom lip as though you were chewing on it also at some point.” Leland scoffed at him, denying him any sort of answer; the tell-tale click of a pen followed by ink on paper, he made another note.

“I believe you suffer from antisocial personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, and paranoia. I’ve noted that you display obsessive tendencies, but not quite persistently enough for it to be written off as obsessive compulsive personality disorder or obsessive compulsive disorder; I’ve also made a note about a possible oral fixation.”
“You get all that while just starin’ at me over the past five minutes?” Hendrick looked up from his notepad, meeting the officer’s eyes to the best of his ability. “No, it’s a rough profile based on the intel Clyde Perry has been gathering about you- although, it’s subject to change.”
“What’s with all the psychoanalyzing shit?”
“I like to know who’s working for me; plus, it’s my job,” Hendrick clicked his pen.

“Do you want to control people, Officer?” Leland leaned back in his seat. “Not necessarily, it’s not control that I’m after. I just want authority, I want order.”
“Order seems to be a common fetish for policemen,” Hendrick sat his notepad and pen on the cushion beside him.

“If you don’t mind, I have a few questions; I’d just like to verify some of the information I have about you,” Leland shrugged, Hendrick took that as consent. “Are you scared of anything? Or were you scared of anything?”
“Nope,” one word, sharp, the closest thing to a reply that Hendrick would be getting from him. “How’s your relationship with your parents, Leland?”
“Let me stop you right there, Doc. We ain’t doin’ none of his ‘tell me about your childhood’ bullshit,” Leland snarled.

Hendrick huffed before producing a golden pocket watch. “Do you like it? It was a gift from my dear friend, Dr. Wernicke,” he held the pocket watch before Leland, it swung slightly. It ticked softly, but it was still louder than the wall clock. “Ain’t really into antiques,” Leland rolled his eyes, he hoped that Hendrick somehow had picked up on it despite the sunglasses. “You really shouldn’t slouch, Officer, it’s a terrible habit.”
“I don’t need you critiquing my habits,” Leland hissed.

Hendrick swung the pocket watch slightly faster. “I’d like for you to look at my watch, Leland. Focus on it, don’t move your head, just follow it with your eyes. Ignore the hum of the air conditioner, ignore the clicking of shoes, ignore the background chatter, ignore the ticking clock on the wall. I want you to focus on the sound of the pocket watch.” Leland’s gaze zeroed in on the watch as it rocked back and forth before his eyes. “Can you hear the ticking? Can you hear it getting louder? The ticking is syncing with your heartbeat, now. You’re in unison with it,” Leland’s heart pounded in his ears. “Follow my voice, listen to it; I’m in control. When I snap my fingers like this,” he snapped twice. “You will enter a trancelike state. You will answer my questions, confirm my information, and when I snap again your trance will end; you will maintain your recollection of everything that we discuss.”

Hendrick slowly brought the pocket watch to a standstill. He snapped his fingers twice, Leland squeezed his eyes shut before looking at him again. “Excellent,” Hendrick slid the watch into his pocket. “Now, tell me about your parents, I’d like to know where you come from.”

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“My dad fought for this country, lost his damn foot in the process, and my mama was a psycho bitch,” Hendrick cracked a small smile, amused to see that his choice of words hadn’t changed. “You grew up in Blackwell, Oklahoma; a Sundown Town, correct?” Leland nodded with confirmation. “Sure did, liked it that way.”
“What did your father do after coming back from the military? I’m assuming that his disability made it difficult for him to work properly afterwards.”
“Cattle farming, mostly kraut black angus roaming around the field,” the phrase rung a bell in Hendrick’s head, something Clyde had told him.

“During a storm, one of your cattle were struck by lightning if I recall.”
“It wasn’t about the cow, it was about me. God was warning me, He had marked me to die by lightning.”
“I know you were outside when it happened, you watched the cow get struck; what about your parents?”
“I screamed when it happened, they both came runnin’ outside to make sure that I hadn’t done somethin’ stupid,” Leland clenched his hands together, his knuckles went white.

“Mama told him to get the gun, put the poor thing out of its misery. I heard his prosthetic foot scraping across the porch as he came back outside with a beer. He just stood there, watched the beast hobble about, and slowly die.”
“I know you displayed cruel tendencies towards animals during your childhood, do you think that this event had any correlation to that?”
“That was the first time I had ever seen somethin’ suffer like that; felt somethin’ real ugly bubble up in my guts that day, and I liked it.” Hendrick made a note.

“You called your mother a psycho, why?”
“She knew that I was gonna die by lightning. I didn’t wanna go outside when it stormed, didn’t wanna be anywhere that God could reach me. She didn’t fuckin’ care.” Leland stopped clenching his hands together, he wiped his sweaty palms onto his trousers.

“I was scared of the bath when it stormed, thought that the lighting would come up through the pipes and fry me. She knew that, but she got real sick of my whining real quick.”
“What did she do?”
“She held me down in the tub, pushed me under further and further until I couldn’t breathe.”
“Were you scared? While you were under the water, kicking and screaming, the rushing water filling your lungs each time you opened your mouth to implore her to stop, were you frightened?” Hendrick tried his best to imagine the visual picture he was painting for himself.

“I wasn’t scared, not of drownin’ at least; I knew that my death would be because of the lightning. Crazy bitch was just tryin’ to kill me quicker than God had planned.”
“Did you resent your mother?”
“Prayed every night that God would strike her dead.”
“That would certainly explain your disdain towards women,” Hendrick spoke more to himself than to Leland.

“On the subject of your youth, Leland, I’d like to bring up sex.”
“By all means, honey, go right ahead” Leland gave him a slimy smile. “Everything about you, down to your antagonistic view of women, makes me inclined to believe that your perception of sex was warped at a young age. Rather than being a symbol of pleasure, I think that you view it as a symbol of power; a weapon to hold over people’s heads, whether they wanted it or not. This theory would help explain your history of sexual assault and sexual harassment.”

Leland went silent, he bit down on his cigarette. “Sex is about power, most things are. It’s a form of control, doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy it,” Leland’s eyes darted down to the doctor’s black shoes. “What do you consider to be the ultimate manifestation of power, Leland?”
“Lightning, very embodiment of God’s power, the power He was gonna kill me with.”
“You have power fantasies, so, tell me, did you ever challenge God?”
“Once I was older, once I stopped bein’ a sissy about it. Stood out in an empty field durin’ a lightning storm, wanted to see if God would finally take me.” Hendrick looked at him curiously.

“Did you want God to kill you? Did you want to die?”
“Wasn’t quite sure what I wanted, but I wanted somethin’. I needed somethin’ to happen, somethin’ that made me feel like I meant anything.” Leland took a deep breath. “Nothing struck me, obviously,” Leland gestured to his entire body. “God reached out His hand, and He chose not to grab me. Went back a few more times, started doin’ it every time it stormed. Kept waitin’ for God to kill me, but He never did. Don’t think He could’ve if He wanted to.”
“How did you feel in that moment? Standing before God’s wrath, having survived?”
“Excited, powerful,” Leland grinned.

“Did the idea of the power arouse you?”
“Yeah, of course it did,” the tips of Leland’s ears grew flush, he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. Hendrick made a quick note about Leland’s transition from being electrophobic to being an electrophiliac; the process of turning a phobia into a fetish always had fascinated him. “I think we made some real progress, and, more importantly, Mr. Perry was missing a few details.” Hendrick snapped twice.

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Leland’s ears were ringing, he took a moment to readjust to his surroundings. The ticking was gone, but the memories of his involuntary discussion remained. He leaned forward in one swift motion, his hands gripped onto Hendrick’s jacket, pulling him to the edge of the couch.

“You’re welcome to attack me like how you attacked Clyde Perry, but you should know that you’ll accomplish nothing by doing such,” his voice was calm. “It’ll make me feel a hell of a lot better, Doc,” Leland growled. “I’m intrigued by you, Officer Coyle. I think you’re special, I think that you have great potential. Don’t sacrifice all of that potential just so you can throw a tantrum,” Leland sighed heavily, but he released the doctor and slunk back into his seat once more.

“You have the charisma, the power fantasies, but you lack a focus. Let me give you that focus, let me put the power of God into your hands,” Hendrick attempted to push strands of hair from Leland’s face, but he swatted his hand away. “I’ll think about it, and get back to you,” Leland went to stand, but was promptly stopped by an abrupt hand on his thigh. “I need an answer now.” Hendrick retracted his hand.

“You need to take a few fuckin’ steps off that high horse, sweetheart. You should be glad that I even came out here to talk to you; so you’ll get your answer when you get your answer,” Hendrick frowned momentarily before raising his hand; it hovered before Leland’s cheek, unmoving. Before Leland was given the chance to do anything about it, he was met with a harsh slap. “What the hell?!” Leland snarled. Hendrick folded his hands neatly on his lap. “Did that hurt?”
“Yeah, it fuckin’ hurt!”
“Good,” Hendrick gave a satisfied smile.

He plucked the cigarette from between Leland’s lips; he smooshed it out on the ash tray. “Fuck you, I wasn’t done with that!”
“Well, now you are,” Hendrick tilted his head.

Hendrick held up both of his hands; his palms facing Leland. “I’m capable of delivering pain or pleasure, joy or sorrow, and which you receive is dependent on your obedience. Think of it as a punishment or reward system.” Hendrick leaned forward a bit. “So, are you going to listen to me? Are you going to be obedient?” Leland nodded shakily; Hendrick beamed.

Hendrick reached a hand forward, running it through Leland’s dark hair. After a moment, his hands cupped Leland’s face, holding him close. “Get y-your hands off of me,” Leland’s voice quivered as he attempted to pull away. “Calm down,” the doctor whispered, Leland stilled.

Hendrick pressed his lips to Leland’s; a small noise between panic and exhilaration leaped from the officer’s throat. The gesture was tender, without rush. Hendrick’s tongue slipped past Leland’s lips and explored his mouth. Leland’s hesitation faded away and he leaned in, his hands gripped the other man’s wrists. The cop’s teeth sunk into Hendrick’s lower lip as he tried to pull back; they dug in deeper, he tasted copper.

Hendrick separated them, he wiped blood from his lip. “How did that feel?” Leland felt like his skin was on fire. “Wrong…” he spoke after a brief pause. “Try again,” the doctor ran a hand through the cop’s hair in a petting motion. “I- I liked it…”
“Honesty is a good start,” Hendrick retracted his hand.

Leland shifted awkwardly on the edge of his seat; Hendrick’s gaze burned little holes into his flesh. He tentatively leaned in closer to the doctor, he scooted back further onto the couch- away from Leland. “If you’re going to be needy at least make it worth my time, beg,” Leland sneered at him, but Hendrick simply stared.

Leland swallowed down his pride, and spoke softly. “Please, just- just do it again,” Hendrick’s hand was in his hair soon after the pleading, bringing their faces close once more; his other hand was planted firmly on Leland’s chest.

Leland’s tongue twisted around Hendrick’s, his search of his mouth was eager and thorough; his tongue traced the grooves of his teeth. He didn’t want to break the kiss, to end the passion, but he wanted to sink his teeth into something.

He pulled his head away, Hendrick loosened his grip on his hair; spit connected their mouths for a moment. Leland’s mouth found the doctor’s throat, he licked over the side before digging his teeth in; he heard a squelching noise as teeth broke soft skin. He made his way up, eventually he bit into the other man’s jaw; Hendrick leaned his head back a bit, he moaned softly.

Hendrick pushed him away a bit, the officer whined in protest. “There’s that oral fixation again,” Hendrick remarked as he traced over the bite marks on his neck and jaw. Leland should’ve felt ashamed, embarrassed, but he just felt a sense of pride over the marks on Hendrick. “Now,” Hendrick braced a foot on Leland’s chair, pushing it back. “On the ground, on your knees,” he pointed at the floor before him.

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Leland stared at him in silence for a few moments. “What?” Leland laughed in disbelief. “On your knees,” Hendrick repeated the order. “Not a fuckin’ chance,” Hendrick nodded, then kicked Leland in the shin. Leland groaned through gritted teeth. “Obedience, Leland. On your knees, now,” Hendrick spoke once more.

Leland murmured a swear beneath his breath as his pushed his chair away, and got onto his knees before the doctor. “Good boy,” Hendrick praised. He cupped Leland’s face; without thinking, he leaned into the touch. Leland turned his head into Hendrick’s hand, he kissed his palm; Hendrick felt the man’s tongue slowly graze across his palm.

Hendrick moved his hand to Leland’s hair, lovingly petting him. “You’re here, because you’re going to be like my dog.” Hendrick began, Leland looked up at him. “You’re going to be my filthy mutt that I plucked from a pound, but if you learn enough tricks, and if you present yourself nice enough, you just might convince people that you’re purebred.“ Leland tried to pull back, Hendrick tightened his grip on the man’s hair, pulling it. “I need an attack dog, a good one, an obedient one,” Leland stopped struggling.

“You’ll be much happier here if you listen to me,” Hendrick resumed his petting. “In here, you don’t have to worry about God killing you; you have to worry about me.” Leland exhaled shakily, finally realizing that he had been holding his breath.

“I don’t want to be harsh on you, Officer Coyle, but you need to learn obedience. You’re full of so much promise, and when I look at you I feel hope that you’ll truly prove to me that you’re just as special as I know you are.” Hendrick leaned forward, he placed both of his hands onto Leland’s face, forcing his gaze up.

“You want a purpose, Leland. You want a reason to be someone in the course of history, to be talked about by future generations. Am I correct?” Hendrick gently caressed the man’s face. “Yes, sir,” Leland responded, a fanatical edge to his voice. “Then let me fill you with purpose, let daddy fill you up,” Hendrick purred; he felt Leland’s cheeks grow flush beneath his hands.

Hendrick released his hold on the cop. Leland braced his hands on Hendrick’s knees; he spread his legs apart. His eyes wandered to Hendrick’s crotch; his face grew warm, and he made himself look elsewhere. Between Leland’s legs grew sensitive; there was a sudden, prickling sensation that he was trying his best to ignore.

“How do you feel in this very moment?” Leland’s eyes met Hendrick’s; he pressed his lips tightly together. “Answer me, quickly, one word, the first word that comes to mind,” Hendrick added. “Aroused- wait, shit!” Leland bit down on his tongue. “I appreciate your honesty,” he smiled down at him; he ran his fingers through Leland’s hair.

Leland’s hands shook, his body shivered. “If you want a treat for being such a good boy for me today, then go ahead and take it,” Hendrick’s voice was low, sensual. Leland’s eyes darted around the room, scanning every little crevice. “If you’re worried about your reputation, Officer Coyle, don’t be. It’s just us in here; nobody is watching us, and nobody is listening.” Hendrick reassured him.

There was a lump of fear swelling up in Leland’s throat, he tried to push it down. He pawed at Hendrick’s cock through his trousers; he was partially erect.

Hendrick watched Leland’s hands tremble as he undid his belt. “Are you alright?” Hendrick pushed hair from Leland’s forehead. “This is fuckin’ perverse and- and wrong…”
“Yet, you still want it,” Leland chewed on the inside of his cheek until he could taste something metallic.

Leland tugged at Hendrick’s underwear, finally freeing his cock. “Have you ever done something like this before?” Leland gave a look of offense at the question. “No, I- I ain’t queer,” Hendrick tried to stifle a laugh in response to the statement.

He heard Leland fidgeting with his own belt. “If you want to touch yourself, I’m not going to stop you,” Leland’s ears reddened, but he readjusted and freed his cock as well.

Leland kept one hand steadily placed on Hendrick’s knee; his other hand hovered near his own cock. Hendrick reached out a hand, he tugged off Leland’s sunglasses and placed them on the table to his side; the room suddenly felt so bright, and Leland squinted for a second. “I want to be able to look you in the eyes, properly,” Hendrick simpered; Leland didn’t have the strength to protest in that moment.

After some brief hesitation, Leland’s tongue trailed over the head of Hendrick’s cock. He kissed the tip, before slowly taking the head into his mouth. Leland’s mind screamed at him for doing this, but he felt Hendrick’s hand fondling with his hair, and all the screams of self-loathing seemed to dampen.

Leland’s tongue swirled around the tip of Hendrick’s cock; beads of sweat dripped down the cop’s forehead, the eye contact was making him nervous. He felt Hendrick pushing his head lightly, urging him to move forward.

Leland bobbed his head back and forth, not going quite to the base yet; his tongue dragged along the length, flicked across the head every so often. Leland felt his cock twitching between his legs; he was already dripping precum and he hadn’t even touched himself yet.

Leland gripped his own cock with force, he stroked his hand up and down the length; Hendrick felt Leland moan. “You’re- ah- doing so well,” Hendrick hummed as Leland finally reached the base of his cock; he lingered in place for a moment before returning to his prior rhythm. “Mm- such a good boy,” Hendrick let his head roll back for a moment.

Hendrick tightened his hold on Leland’s hair, encouraging him to move faster; Leland obeyed the unspoken command. Leland bobbed his head quicker, nearly removing his mouth just so he could return all the way to the base once more. He stroked himself quicker; fuck, he was already so close.

Leland held his thumb over the tip of his cock; he refused to finish first. Hendrick watched as Leland’s eyelashes fluttered delicately; he felt Leland’s hand grip his knee with more intensity.

Hendrick gasped as he held Leland’s head in place; forcing him to swallow as he finished. Leland moved his thumb, allowing his own orgasm to take him.

His body quivered, his nails dug into Leland’s scalp as his body gradually calmed down. He eyed Leland; he wanted to make sure that he saw him swallow the salty, bitter fluid.

He released Leland, he pulled his head away from the doctor’s cock. His chest heaved up and down with deep breathes; his finish dirtied the floor in front of him.

He rested his head on one of Hendrick’s thighs; he panted loudly. “You did a good job,” he spoke softly while petting him. Leland breathed into the silence for a while, minutes passed as he listened to the clock tick. Hendrick stared down at Leland, focusing in on his neck; he wanted to put him in a collar, parade him around the facility on a leash so everybody knew who he belonged to.

Hendrick gently pushed Leland from his thigh as he stood up. He extended a hand, pulling the officer to his feet. “That was-“ before Leland finished the sentence, Hendrick’s lips were against his; his arms around his waist, pressing their bodies together. The exchange of open mouthed kisses, swapping spit, and adventurous tongues lasted for several moments; Hendrick inevitably ended it. “A mistake,” Leland spoke, finally finishing his sentence.

Hendrick’s eyes narrowed at him. “I really ain’t the type to swing this way, and you got a wife-“
“Since when does having a wife mean anything to you?” Hendrick fidgeted with the buttons of Leland’s white shirt, gradually undoing them; he seemed unaware of the process. Leland fell silent, no witty remarks came to mind.

“We could keep rabbiting on about your childhood, but I’d really prefer not to,” Hendrick slid Leland’s shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms; it hit the cold floor. “Stop letting your fear of how others perceive you drive you,” Hendrick removed his own jacket, tie, and shirt; Leland silently watched in awe. “Just let your desires take hold for now,” Hendrick’s thumbs dipped into Leland’s waistband; he became acutely aware that neither of them ever properly recovered.

Hendrick tugged at Leland’s trousers and underwear, sliding them down until they hit his boots. “You’re so handsome,” Hendrick spoke with admiration. The praise shot straight to Leland’s cock, a twinge of excitement made it throb.

Hendrick guided Leland onto the couch, made him take a seat. Hendrick removed the remainder of Leland’s clothes before sliding out of his own; Leland inhaled sharply.

Hendrick didn’t look strong necessarily, but Leland’s entire body felt weak; so it didn’t take much effort for Hendrick to put Leland onto his back.

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Leland laid flat on the couch, Hendrick stood by his side; he eyed him like a predator, just waiting for his moment to pounce. “I’ll be right back, be good and stay put,” Hendrick walked over to his desk, Leland stared up at the ceiling; he could hear Hendrick rummaging through a drawer.

Hendrick returned shortly after with a small bottle of lube in his hands. “I’m assuming this is your first time on the receiving end, I don’t want to make you bleed,” Hendrick settled between Leland’s legs on the couch. “At least, not this time,” Hendrick waited for Leland to protest as he lubricated himself, but it never happened.

“You’re so well behaved for me,” Hendrick kissed Leland’s neck as he lined his cock up with his entrance. Leland’s body tensed as he felt Hendrick’s tip pressing up against him. “Relax,” Hendrick spoke against his skin. “Daddy’s here, everything is going to be just wonderful.” Hendrick kept one hand steadily placed on Leland’s chest, the other ran through his hair.

Hendrick pushed in all at once; Leland was tight, his inner walls clung to his cock perfectly, and he was so warm. “Fuck!” Leland whined. His nails dug into Hendrick’s back, they slowly scraped down as he tore skin; Hendrick clenched his jaw.

Hendrick started off slow, but he gradually began to rock his hips faster. Leland felt a vein on Hendrick’s cock scraping along his insides; a disgraceful moan escaped his throat each time the doctor hit against his prostate. He loosely draped his legs around Hendrick’s waist, he wanted him close; but he wanted to leave him enough room to keep pulling back, just so he could push in even harder.

Hendrick leaned in closer, trapping Leland’s cock between their stomachs; the cop quivered at the feeling of added friction. “You- ah- feel so good,” Hendrick nuzzled against the crook of Leland’s neck. “Do you like this? Tell me y-you like this,” he keened. “God, just- ngh- just keep going,” Leland whimpered.

Drool seeped from the corner of the cop’s mouth. “You’re drooling like a dog,” Hendrick teased; Leland bit the man’s lip.

He nudged Hendrick with his head, prompting him to expose his neck better. Leland sunk his teeth in; he needed something to chew on, something to keep him grounded. He was dizzy with pleasure, and, more than anything, he was upset that he had never done something like this before.

Hendrick felt Leland covering his shoulder, neck, and jaw with bite marks, felt the man nibble at his ear; this would be fun to explain to his coworkers. Leland trembled beneath him, his grip tightened, and his nails descended deeper into the skin on his back; he was close.

Hendrick rocked his hips a final few times, his rhythm becoming a bit shaky near the end. Leland’s back arched and his leg kicked as he finished; he pushed Hendrick in deeper in the process. The doctor continued to thrust his hips as he also finished, riding them through their orgasms.

Leland cried out as he finished, as the doctor finished inside of him, filling him with an unexpected warmth. Both men stilled their movements as they settled down. Leland’s clawing and scratching had become an embrace.

There was a vague feeling of disgust that Leland felt towards the both of them in that moment, but it was overshadowed by Hendrick pressing their mouths together for a messy kiss.

There was a beeping sound coming from the bookshelf; Hendrick looked over towards the sound, and sighed. “That’s all the time we have for our session today,” Hendrick spoke sorrowfully. “Mm-“ Leland whimpered as Hendrick pulled out of him; he missed the pressure.

Hendrick rose to his feet and began to redress. “What do you mean by session?” Leland sat up straight, and reached for his clothes; he was still panting. “Our therapy session, or at least that’s what it was supposed to be. It started off as one, so there’s that,” Hendrick adjusted his tie.

“I thought this was some type of job interview.”
“You were picked for the job the second that Clyde Perry began tailing you.”
“What if I wouldn’t have came? What if I would’ve said no?” Leland put his sunglasses back on after he had finished getting dressed. “Luckily for the both of us, we’ll never have to find out,” Hendrick placed a hand on Leland’s cheek as he stood. “But I can promise you that it would’ve been far less pleasurable,” Hendrick placed one final kiss on Leland’s lips. “Welcome to Murkoff, Officer Coyle. I hope that we’ll be meeting again in the near future.”