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It's been too long
since the last chapter, but I was busy with university. I still wants
to thank Sadsally, Daysleeper, Rachelle Ryan and Ness for reviewing
the last chapter. And now I wont keep you any longer and let you read
the story.

Warning: bondage,
whipping

Chapter 8 – Welcome to darkness

The first thing that
John noticed when he came out of his deep unconsciousness
was the cold metal that rested on his wrists and ankles. What the
hell? Opening his eyes he could see nothing but darkness, the whisper
of fabric as he moved his head alerting him to the fact that he was
blind-folded.

Blind-folded and
obviously still completely naked if the small gust of air that had
just caressed his skin was anything to go by. Moving one of his hands
he found that the metal ring around his
wrist was obviously attached to a very short chain, allowing him only
minimal space to move. His other hand and feet fared no better.

Damn it. If this was
his own mind he would have believed that he had simply stumbled into
one of his more kinky sexual fantasies, but this mind belonged to
Chas and he couldn't imagine his apprentice engaging in anything that
wasn't flowery sweetness.

The chuckle that
suddenly filled his ears was alien and yet strangely familiar. Chas.
Just that he would have never believed his apprentice to be capable
of such a sound, a mixture of dark sensuality and genuine amusement.
“Take these damn chains off me, Chas.”

The chuckle morphed
into full-blown laughter and if he strained his ears Constantine
could hear the sound of the youth's footsteps. Chas was coming
towards him. Good. He'd finally get free and be able to continue his
search. He had already spent too much time in his apprentice's crazy
mind, learning things about Chas he hadn't wanted to know. But at
least it hadn't been completely without rewards until now.

A grin spreading over
his face he almost missed the first hesitant
touch of Chas' hand on his face, the fingers barely touching his skin
as they swiped over the blindfold. But his voice was the absolute
opposite of his touch, harsh instead of
tender. “And why would I do that, John?”

“What?” Chas' touch had
disappeared from his face and he was pretty certain that the younger
man had stepped away from his body. A growl slipping from his lips
Constantine demanded to be released. “Get back here asshole and
get me out of these fucking chains.”

John trashed heavily as
he spoke, hoping to maybe break the chains with his struggle, so that
he would get the chance to strangle this
goddamn version of his apprentice. “This shit gets me
absolutely fucking...mpff.”

The rest of the
exorcist's rant was cut short as a gag was unceremoniously
shoved in his mouth, making speech very much impossible. “What
does it get you, John? Does it get you hard?” Punctuating his
words Chas' hand skimmed over his groin and goddamn his cock for
taking an interest immediately. His encounter with the three Chases
had given him a glimpse of his apprentice and his body obviously
wanted more. Traitorous fucker.

“Ah, I see. It does.”
His curses were muffled by the gag and obviously Chas didn't pay
attention to them as he simply straddled the exorcist's waist, his
leather pants rasping over Constantine's skin. Hadn't he known better
John would never have believed that this was truly the sweet,
sometimes childish youth he called his apprentice. Midnite maybe,
Balthazar probably, Lu most definitely, but Chas? No way in hell.

The slap that suddenly
landed on his cheek stung, mostly because it was absolutely
unexpected. “Pay attention to me, John. You will not ignore me
now that I have you.” Bending over to the exorcist's ear Chas
whispered. “Do you know how long I have waited in the shadows?
How long I watched you command my real life self as if he was nothing
at all? Do you?”

Obviously not expecting
an answer Chas continued. “You need
to be taught some respect, John.” The weight vanished from his
stomach and John had the distinct feeling that this didn't bode well
for him. He wasn't expecting all out torture, because no matter how
tough Chas acted he couldn't have such malice in him, but pain was
probably still headed his way.

When Chas pulled the
gag out of his mouth John resisted the urge to snap for his
apprentice's fingers. It would have been a satisfying feeling to get
a small revenge, but no matter how he acted most of the time
Constantine was able to acknowledge
situations where he was at a disadvantage. Pissing Chas off wouldn't
get him out of this any quicker, so he'd just have to bide his time.

Chas didn't let him
wait any longer, a hint of suppressed anger in his voice as he spoke
again. “So tell me John, why don't I ever get to go along to an
exorcism?” He should have expected it, after all there was
nothing else Chas continually whined about other than that.

This time his mouth was
quicker than his brain, the words slipping out although he knew that
they definitely would displease his captor. “I took you with me
last time, kid. You screwed up, so why the hell would I take you with
me again, huh?”

The crack of the whip
was unbelievably loud in the otherwise silent room, his lips stinging
where the skin had broken due to the harsh blow. John tasted copper
in his mouth as he frantically bit back a surprised sound of pain.

“Stop calling me a kid.”
The anger in Chas' voice had increased, making him sound far more
dangerous than John had ever heard him before. “And that wasn't
the answer to my question. So, why did you never take me with you
before?”

Letting his tongue
flick out to lick the blood from his bottom lip John paused for a
moment, before he spoke. “I work alone and you weren't ready
for it.” Unable to keep from baiting Chas he added “kid”
almost as an afterthought. It would probably get him another
whiplash, but when had the risk of pain ever been enough to shut him
up.

“Liar.” Chas' angry
exclamation was punctuated with a blow to John's stomach, the whip
drawing an angry line of red, but at least the skin stayed closed
this time. “You always lie to me, asshole. Try again.”
Another two whiplashes were swiftly delivered to his belly. “The
first was for calling me kid and the second was a warning.”

John almost snorted in
amusement, but he held himself back. He'd rather let himself be
whipped for two or three hours before he admitted the true reason for
leaving Chas behind. His apprentice absolutely didn't need to know
how much the exorcist worried about him, because he was an asshole
and he didn't care about anybody. Especially not smart-assed kids.
“And if I don't? What will you do then? I've been to hell,
Chas. Whatever you dish out is nothing.”

“Really, John? I know that I can't keep up with hell in the
pain department, but there are easier ways to make you suffer.”
Elaborating his comment Chas let the tip of
his whip trail over John's groin, sending a bolt of arousal through
the exorcist's body.

He would have liked to taunt Chas with a careless laugh, but the
twitch of interest his cock gave at the small touch was too much of a
give-away. His laughter dying in his throat before it had a chance to
break free John didn't even protest when the gag was once again
shoved into his mouth. It was uncomfortable, but at least it would
keep him from blurting out stupid shit that the kid didn't need to
know.

The sudden brush of something against his right nipple jolted him
out of his thoughts. The caress was light and soft, barely there and
yet undeniably arousing. A feather, at
least that was what John guessed Chas' torture device to be.

Gritting his teeth stubbornly he tried to ignore the tickling,
teasing sensation that circled his nipple, but his damn body simply
refused to listen to his mind. He felt the blood rushing downwards a
little more with every stroke, filling his cock and beginning to
purge all coherent thought from his mind. Seemingly satisfied with
the hard peak John's right nipple had turned into Chas switched his
attention to the other side, not stopping his sensual caresses for a
single moment.

John was most thankful for the gag that swallowed his unwilling
moans, his body seemingly weightless due to the lust coursing through
his veins. Being helpless and at another's sexual mercy wasn't new to
him, but the pleasure he felt was certainly different from what hell
had taught him.

Chas' feather abandoned his nipple to slip down to his abdomen,
the sudden urge to giggle mixing with his heady lust. Luckily the gag
prevented the undignified sound from escaping, otherwise his
bad-ass-exorcist image would have suffered beyond repair, not that
being at his apprentice's mercy helped it any.

The urge to giggle instantly vanished when Chas reached his cock,
the light teasing strokes almost as painful as the whip had been.
Circling the head the feather spread the liquid
that oozed from his slit, the wetness decreasing the strokes'
friction and turning the caress into even more of a tease. How was he
supposed to stand this?

His cock was throbbing with need, every touch bringing him higher,
but nowhere close to bringing him off. He needed more, he needed to
fucking come and he needed it now. Almost as if Chas had read his
mind the feather stopped, leaving longing flesh behind.

His apprentice's voice was almost unreal in his lust-hazy state,
but the words unfortunately were real enough. “Do you want to
come, John?” He knew that had he been able to he would have
replied with a denial, but Chas hadn't removed the gag, instead he
answered his question himself. “I know you do, but we can't
have that, can we?”

The feel of cool leather closing around the base of his cock sent
John into frenzied thrashing, the urge to scream insulting
obscenities at the youth growing unbearably
strong. But before he could even try to make himself heared through
the gag, he was distracted by the feel of his left ankle chain being
removed.

Instincts honed by years of fighting against demons he instantly
tried to kick with his free leg, aiming for the enemy he could not
see. He hit his mark, but instead of a sound of pain, laughter
bubbled forth from Chas, real amusement laced with a hint of
annoyance as he grasped Constantine's ankle again.

“I would have let your legs free, John, but now I don't
think I'm gonna do it.” With these
words his leg was pulled outwards and up, a metal ring once again
trapping him in that position. Damn it. Why the hell was the kid so
damned strong?

John was sure that his apprentice wasn't that powerful in real
life, but that didn't help him any as his other ankle
was roughly brought in the same
position as the first one. A position that
left him wide open and vulnerable and for some strange unfathomable
reason that sent a fresh thrill of excitement
down his spine. That thrill got even
stronger as he felt Chas' hard cock press against his ass, reminding
him of the feelings Chas' fingers had awoken during his previous
encounter.

This was different though, the playful sweetness that the three
Chases had displayed completely absent as two
slick fingers entered his body. They brushed against his prostate one
teasing time before retracting again.

John had a pretty good idea of what would follow, bracing himself
for the pain. And it burned, far worse than the fingers had and yet
the feeling of being filled, being stretched was a pleasant one,
reminding him why he usually didn't submit. He liked it far too much,
this helpless, powerless feeling, being at the mercy of strong, deep
thrusts that send his mind spiraling into
insanity as his prostate was repeatedly hit.

Goddamn it, this was great. If not for the tight ring around his
cock John would surely have come, his mind hazy with lust. He almost
missed the fact that Chas' hand wandered to his cock, stroking and
squeezing in time with his thrusts.

“Do you want it, John, do you want to come?” the kid's
voice was husky with lust, sending shivers
down the exorcist's spine. The gag had barely been removed from his
mouth, when a helpless moan fell from his lips, his ability to speak
seemingly having abandoned him. He still couldn't see Chas' face, but
he could imagine a smirk appearing there as he nodded, admitting
defeat in a way.

“Good.” Chas' hand suddenly formed a bruising grip
around his throat, the speed of his pistoning hips increased. “Then
answer my goddamn question.” Shit. John wanted to keep silent,
to keep his stubborn pride, but his apprentice knew him far too well.
“It's not like I don't know the answer, John. I just want to
hear you say it.”

Unable to ignore his body's demands any longer John choose to
forget his pride, at least for as long as it took him to come. His
voicer was low, barely audible as he muttered. “Because I
care...” The rest of his sentence was lost in a drawn out wail
since Chas had finally released the ring around his cock,
sending him into an overwhelming orgasm. Waves of pleasure crashed
through his body as his release rushed from his cock and darkness
claimed his mind.

TBC...
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