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First knitting project... finished

Thu, 01 Jan 2009 13:30:52 GMT

Yay, I finished my first self-knitted scarf! With a bit of assistance from my mum when I made mistakes *G*

Pictures behind the cut.

This is the wool I used: Lang Yarns - Cora

And this... is the finished product, after using 4 balls of this wool.

Thu, 01 Jan 2009 00:59:03 GMT

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Meme

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 18:36:40 GMT

If you could force me to write anything, what would it be?

Interview with Jeremy

Thu, 11 Dec 2008 12:44:43 GMT

Again copied and saved so I can go and read it again later.

Source

Erratic success

Thursday 11th December 2008

Dean Spanley is the strangest movie so far for Jeremy Northam, he tells Steve Pratt, but it did give him the chance to work with Peter O’Toole.

JEREMY Northam wasn’t looking to get back into period costume after getting the chop as Sir Thomas More in BBC2’s The Tudors. So he was apprehensive when the script for Dean Spanley, which is set in 1904, plopped through his letterbox.

“My heart sometimes sinks when I read another period movie, having done so many,” he explains. “I suppose the reason for that is you feel very often period movies come encumbered with their own stuff. You worry that the audience has to fight through all the stuff to find something they have any possible connection with.

“I suppose the Dean Spanley script used some of those cliches and expectations to its own advantage. I don’t necessarily hold with it, but the notion is that British people are uptight emotionally, particularly in period movies.”

You can tell from Northam’s erratic career that he rarely goes for the obvious or the surefire commercial hit, working on both sides of the Atlantic.

His credits take in The Net opposite Sandra Bullock, Enigma, Gosford Park (as the Ivor Novello character tinkling the ivories at the country house party), The Winslow Boy, Emma and Cypher.

None of them are anything like as strange as Dean Spanley in which Northam and his father (played by Peter O’Toole) become involved with a swami who believes in reincarnation and a dean who may have been a dog in another life.

Talking the film over with director Toa Fraser convinced him they were on the same wavelength over their approach to the story. There was the added attraction of working with Sam Neill and Peter O’Toole, both of whom also appeared in The Tudors. O’Toole took a very definite approach to the role.

“He’s led a very full and varied life. He’s the sum of all that experience now and a much quieter man than he once was.

And gentler,” says Northam.

“He didn’t want to talk about it or rehearse beforehand. He came into my little room, had a chat, a coffee and a laugh. He likes to have fun on set as well as working hard.

“He has these spates of working. I think this was the tailend of three years work which had taken him all over the world.

Peter knew the novella on which the film is based. His character doesn’t appear at all, it was an invention of the script.”

BEING reacquainted with Sam Neill was a delight. As well as being a terrific actor, he’s a lovely person to work with, says Northam.

“He really enjoys his work and makes the most of it. We were shooting in Norfolk, a county I know quite well and was happy to point him in the right direction, to show him around places.”

Quite how much, or how little, he liked making The Tudors becomes clear from his answers.

“I certainly enjoyed working Sam. It doesn’t mean I would do The Tudors again,” he says.

His career has seen him doing some strange things, including riding horses, not an animal of which he’s a great admirer. “I’m not fond of horses and horses aren’t fond of me. They sense it off you,” he says.

“Once I was drafted in to sit on a horse and throw someone a look. They shouted ‘action’, the horse moved and his head was where my head should have been on camera.

Looking like he enjoys horseriding is up there with filming a swimming pool scene on a grey May day. “I was once on a li-lo in the middle of a pool with the director of photography looking at the sky and saying, ‘we’ve got a little bit of sun coming out in two minutes, get on the li-lo and stay there’.”

Guy X took him to Iceland, when one scene required him to play baseball at 3am in horizontal snow.

Then there have been movies that didn’t work. Surprising in some cases, like the sci-fi drama The Invasion with Daniel Craig and Nicole Kidman.

On paper, it was a good project, a political allegory come satire.

“It all seemed pretty good. Then we waited 15 months and did reshoots with another director,”

he recalls. That echoed what happened on The Tudors when the original director was fired after three weeks and a new one brought it.

“So it’s very hard to predict what will happen, it doesn’t matter whether it’s an independent or a studio production.

“I start to think that as soon as they shout ‘cut’ it’s out of your control. The only time you have any control is when the camera is running and you might as well enjoy the experience.

“I would have hoped to have developed a thicker skin over the years. I still get just as disappointed as I always did.”

Birthday!

Sat, 15 Nov 2008 09:19:31 GMT

Happy Birthday, arami!!

A meme seen everywhere

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 06:58:51 GMT

If you saw me in a police car, what would you think I got arrested for? Answer, then post to your own journal if you want, and see how many crimes you get accused of.

FIC: "Making of a Boy" - Ch. 44 - "Anthony starts to train Dean" JRM / Anthony Head, NC-17. RPS

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 10:07:46 GMT

Series: Making of a Boy - Chapter 44 - Anthony starts to train Dean

Complete list of all chapters of the series

Authors: franzi1981 and my co-writer who prefers to stay anon
Characters: Anthony Stewart Head, JRM, Dean Winters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con
Summary: After the punishment, Anthony starts to train Dean...
Disclaimer: Never happened, not real, doesn't even happen in our reality! This is not connected in any way to the real Anthony Stewart Head, the real Kevin Zegers, the real Rupert Everett, the real Dean Winters or the real Jonathan Rhys Meyers.

Anthony unlocks the door to the inner basement room he is currently using as a cell for his newest slave. There are little comforts available to the boy for the moment with Dean not having earned any favours. He doesn't speak immediately when he sees the slave, instead doing a visual inspection. The boy's arm is now in a full cast with the fingers splinted and reset, a process that was undoubtedly quite painful. Dean is chained in a prone sitting position with his back against the wall and his ankles chained together. Even the uninjured hand is tightly chained to the wall. The position is not meant to be a comfortable one and with Dean having been like that for the better part of three days, Anthony has an inkling that the cramps are probably quite bad by now. Of course, the hard, cold floor, limited food and water probably hasn't helped things either.

As Anthony takes in his appearance, Dean is glaring back at him. He has to admit that he kind of liked the little monkey that is this Master's slave. Well, not liked, but at least the boy takes care of him. And doesn't hurt him. Anthony, though, is another story. His body is hurting, his muscles cramping constantly, not even the boy's massages could help much with that. And he can't move much in his current position. Even that damn chair was more comfortable.

Stepping forward, Anthony casually runs his hand down Dean's body as if he owned it...which in all honesty he does. But Anthony does it in part because he knows that Dean will hate feeling this helpless. "I think it is time we begin your training. The punishment for injuring that Master and my pet has been completed. From this point on, you will only be punished if you earn a punishment." Anthony forces Deans chin up and waits until the boy meets his eye. "I only have so much patience so I would recommend that you learn to behave quickly. You really would not like what I would do to you if I think that you are a lost cause. Being left as nothing more than a fuck hole after getting your limbs chopped off is not a pleasant way to spend the rest of your days."

The look Dean gives Anthony as he hears the threat is a mixture of anger, defiance - and a bit of fear. After what's already happened, his arm and fingers broken, he has no more doubts that Anthony would go through with it, that he would take his limbs, leave him completely defenceless. "Of course you decide when it's time for punishment," he flatly replies.

"Well, that is one of the benefits of being the Master." Anthony chuckles. "That being said, both the effort you put into obedience as well as the resulting behaviour will be taken into account. Now...I am going to unbind your legs and I want you to kneel up once I do so."

Dean only snorts in reply to the order. He doesn't struggle or kick at Anthony though once his legs are free. There's no use in getting his legs broken along with his arm. Neither does he kneel up - not exactly. It's more a mixture of kneeling and sitting, his arse still resting on the floor.

Anthony raises an eyebrow. "Kneel up properly, knees spread and body straight. Unless, of course, you would perfer me to hurt you until you obey. I don't think I would be upset if I had to hurt you some more." In fact, with Dean's current behaviour, Anthony would enjoy hurting the boy.

With every movement of his reminding him of the fact that his arm was still in a cast, his fingers broken, getting hurt more is the least Dean wants. Glaring at Anthony, he kneels up, his knees slightly spread and his body held as straight as possible in his current position.

"Better." Anthony smiles and strokes Dean's body gently, staying just a bit longer on the boy's nipples before giving Dean's cock a stroke. "Tell me, Dean...do you find men sexually repulsive? Or do you only hate being used because it is not consensual?" Dean's training would differ quite a bit depending on whether the boy was homophobic.

Dean bites down hard on his lip, trying to keep his body from reacting to the touches. It's not quite successful as his cock hardens slowly under Anthony's stroking. "I've never been used by a man who asked for my permission first."

"So you were, by choice and environment, completely heterosexual until your slavery." Anthony continues his touches, moving over Dean's body some more until before going back to the slave's cock. He is as good at getting coaxing pleasure from a slave's body as he is at creating pain. "I can see how that likely has coloured your reactions to men. Sadly, unless you start obeying more and enticing more of the kinder Masters, you are not likely to be asked permission for sex. And this is assuming you survive my training intact."

"Why didn't you just let them kill me?" At the moment, Dean is convinced this would've been the better option. Then he wouldn't be kneeling here now, with his arm and fingers in a cast, helpless as Anthony coaxes his cock into an erection.

"Partly because I am not yet convinced that you are untrainable." Anthony laughs softly, eyes taking on a particular glint. "And you shouldn't be too eager to die at my hands, Dean. My deaths are not easy ones and the last slave who disappointed me had his limbs removed, but stayed alive for quite a long time afterwards being used and broken by the guards before I finally let him die." The strokes are now gaining purpose as they work the stirring cock.

Dean should be repulsed at those words, his erection fading - but Anthony seems to know what he's doing and despite him being turned off, even anger rising at the suspect of ending like this, his cock is still hard, almost painfully so. "Someone else should've killed me." Someone who's not as much of a freaky bastard.

"Yes, well...if you had been smart, you should have behaved and eventually requested a kinder death from a Master." Anthony starts to slow as he feels Dean's cock twitching and leaking. "Of course, had you actually behaved, I think you may have found your slavery a lot more tolerable." The free hand goes towards Dean's nipples and starts to massage them. "Did you ever think that your slavery could simply be another phase of your life? That once your term is over, you would be free again? Or do you simply not care about freedom anymore?"

"Freedom? I do care about freedom, but do you honestly believe that I'd be free again? They'll find a way to prolong that damn contract. Again and again. They couldn't let us go free with all the information we have on what they're really doing. Where some people really disappeared to." He smirks through the painful pleasure Anthony is giving him. "Do you think I didn't recognise your little pet?"

Anthony shakes his head and tsks lightly. "Well, with an attitude like that, you'll hardly gain your freedom. I have been in this world for many years and I have seen many slaves go free. They all had to sign a contract ensuring their silence, but other than that, many have become quite successful in life." The hand previously stroking the cock reaches lower and grasps the balls. "However, do you really think it's smart threating my pet like that?" The hand starts to squeeze and twist. "So soon after your punishment? I didn't think you'd require a reminder this quickly."

Dean grunts in pain as Anthony grabs, squeezes and twists his balls like that. He hisses at Anthony, struggling, trying to get free. Somehow. "Ensuring their silence, huh? With a killer ready?"

Anthony keeps up the grip, using his body and free hand to keep Dean in place. Of course, he has an advantage with Dean chained and held literally by the balls. "Usually the threat of being thrown back into slavery is enough to ensure the silence. Threatening loved ones is also a common tactic. Why kill a potential asset if it can continue to make money for you?"

"Make money for you? After we're set free?" Dean snorts through the grunts of pain, glaring at Anthony. "So I'll never be really free again. Never really free to do what I want. Always watched so I won't say a wrong word."

"You misunderstood me. Once a contract is complete, you would be free of all obligations to the company unless you break the code of silence." Anthony squeezes a bit harder, twisting his hand more in the process. He must not be hurting Dean enough if the boy can still talk coherantly. "I'm simply stating that should someone break contract, Mithril is unlikely to kill them and waste the money they could potentially make from putting the person back into slavery. But I suppose you will have to watch exactly what you say and to whom. Only people who already know about the slavery process can speak with eachother about it."

As Anthony twists and squeezes harder, Dean cries out in pain, no longer able to answer Anthony. He just manages to resist his instinct to spit and bite, his broken bones reminding him of what Anthony can do to him.

Not that Dean could have really reached Anthony well enough to bite, but had the boy actually tried something, Anthony would definitely have made him regret it. As it is, Anthony continues to twist and squeeze until he gets a proper scream out of Dean before he releases the balls, hand going immediately back to stroking the cock. "What did you learn from that?" Lessons are meant to teach things, after all.

Dean lets out another cry of relief when Anthony finally lets go of his balls, leaving them throbbing with the residual pain. He smiles as he meets his eyes in reply to the question. "Not to say the wrong things at the wrong time."

The answer actually makes Anthony laugh. The boy's got spirit, not that there was much doubt of that. "Well, I suppose that will do for now. Pity you didn't learn that earlier." Anthony works Dean's cock until the boy's got another erection despite the pain that must still be radiating out from his balls. "Now...I have no plans to have myself or any of the guards fuck you anytime soon. I personally plan to make sex and orgasms into rewards during your training program." People can be trained to enjoy sex, after all. "That is not to say that I won't have you stuffed with toys for my pleasure, but I think actual human contact during sex is something that you will need to earn."

"Earn it," Dean snorts. "You think that's a reward I want to earn?" Not that he's very keen on being stuffed with toys either.

"Dean...I have been training slaves for a long time. If you want to keep your sanity, you will learn to act and think the way I want you to. But regardless of your own actions, by the time I am done with you, getting fucked will indeed be a reward." Anthony has every confidence in his training skills and that confidence comes through in his voice. "I am patient and ruthless when need be. You are only human and all humans can be bent and broken. If you are smart, you will only bend and not break." Anthony gets Dean as close to orgasm as he can before pulling his hand back.

Dean cries out in frustration as Anthony pulls his hand back that suddenly. He bucks as well as he can, but refuses to beg even as his body does, his cock hard and dripping, aching. "You can't break me," he groans. "I won't let you."

"I am currently not even trying to break you unless you give me a good reason to." Anthony waits for Dean's body to cool down slightly before stroking the boy again. "For now, I am simply interested in training you." A few days of orgasm denial definitely won't harm the slave. At the very least, it will keep Anthony entertained while Dean heals.

"Train me," Dean snorts through the gasps and moans. "I won't become like your little monkey, if that's what you're after." He squirms as Anthony keeps stroking him, getting him closer to an orgasm once more. And no doubt denying it to him just a moment before he's there.

Anthony continues to deny Dean, pushing the slave to orgasm over and over again without actually letting the boy come. "I doubt you have anywhere the self discipline required to get anywhere near Jon's level of training." He takes one of Dean's nipples and twists it viciously all of a sudden. "Of course, if I don't think you're trying at all, I might have to start seriously hurting you to give you some proper incentive. "

The vicious attack on Dean's nipples gets Anthony a scream from the man. He's resisting - just - to spit at Anthony, hissing in pain. "And what was breaking my arm? Not seriously hurting me?" he gasps, breathing through the pain. "I still don't get why you're not training someone who wants to be trained."

"Breaking your arm was a punishment and no, that wasn't really hurting you. Really hurting you would have been to continue hitting the broken arm until your nerves were completely raw and you think that you might go crazy from the pain." Anthony reaches into his pocket and pulls out a set of adjustable nipple clamps, snapping them onto the freshly squeezed nipples, tightening them before yanking hard on the chain between the clamps to make sure that they are on tight enough. "And since I already bought you I figured I'd get my money's worth from training you. That you don't want to be trained is inconsequential. Now be a good boy and thank me for taking the time to train you."

Thanking Anthony for that is something Dean knows he will never do. He screams as the nipple clamps are tightened and teh chain is yanked, causing pain coursing through his body. "Fuck!" He's gasping for breath, trying to curl up to protect his chest from further pain. "I won't... thank you."

"You will eventually because that's the only way you can make the pain stop. And once you do that, you will be placed in a room where you can eat and rest." Anthony has reworked a training plan and he hopes it will work eventually with Dean. For now, however, he has to deal with the stubborn boy. The chain is yanked hard enough this time for the clamps to come off, likely taking a few layers of skin with them. Without giving Dean a break, Anthony moves to put the clamps back on.

Eat and rest. It's amazing how good, perfect something simple as that can sound. Something that Dean almost wants more than anything else. Almost. He's not sure he wants it enough, though. That he wants it enough to thank Anthony for the pain he's giving him. Another scream breaks out of Dean as Anthony first makes his nipples bleed - then puts the clamps back on again. The pain almost blinding.

This time, Anthony waits calmly for the pain to sink in properly and lighten a bit before trying to get through to Dean again. He doubts the boy is in any condition to think while the pain is at its strongest. "Last chance, Dean. Either thank me and you can get a decent meal and sleep on a proper bed, or I'll hurt you some more and leave you here for a few more hours before we repeat this exercise."

Again, the prospect of a bed, of food is very alluring to Dean after the time he spent here, chained up. "Will I get a chance to clean myself up as well?" he rasps as the pain slowly lightens. A little bargaining. He's in no position to do that, but he can't give in that easily.

Anthony just looks at Dean for a moment. "This is not the proper time to bargain, Dean. You have not earned that right. What you will be allowed specifically will depend largely on my will." He gives the clamps a very light tug this time. "Well?"

The light tug doesn't really hurt much - compared to what Anthony had already put him through - but it's enough of a warning and his basics instincts take over as Dean mumbles. "Thank you."

Ideally, Anthony would have liked something more specific, but Dean is probably exhausted and in pain so this will have to do for now. "The clamps are going to hurt coming off." At least this time, Anthony removes the clamps properly instead of pulling them off again. "Are you going to behave while I take you to your room or do I need to tie you up for the walk?"

It does hurt as they come off, but Dean bites down on his lip, not wanting to give Anthony the satisfaction of another scream. "I'll behave." After all, there's nowhere he can run to here. And the guards would put him down as soon as he tried something on Anthony. The slave was one thing. Anthony... he's sure he wouldn't survive the attempt. "Don't need to tie me up."

"Good." Anthony unties Dean and helps the boy to stand before guiding the boy towards the door. He had re-organized the rooms and the small room next to the dungeon he had previously used for his 'souveniers' has been converted into a bedroom. "As your training progresses, you can earn more priviledges and items for this room." Anthony takes Dean towards the bed and has the boy sit on the bed before getting out a cuff connected to a long chain. "The chain is long enough for you to use the ensuite washroom. Give me your good wrist."

The room is basic, as is the bed. But it is a bed. It's a step up to 'sleeping' on the floor, propped up against a cold stone wall. Still, it seems ridiculous that he should be - and actually is - thankful for something this basic. He sits down on it and, without any further comment, holds out his wrist to Anthony.

Anthony doesn't comment on it, but he does approve of Dean's actions. For once, the boy obeyed without arguing. He locks the cuff around the wrist. "Do you want food now or are you too tired to eat? I can have someone bring you the food after you sleep for a while, if you'd perfer." He can be considerate when he tries.

"I'd like some food now," Dean replies. He's tired, filthy... but he knows he too hungry to really sleep even though he can barely keep his eyes open, his tiredness, the prospect of a real, if simple, bed also making him this subdued.

"I'll have Jon bring something in." Anthony stands and walks to the door. "Let him feed you when the food comes. You're probably hungry enough that you'll want to eat too fast and end up burning yourself...well, and it will be hard balancing a bowl and spoon with only one hand." Anthony grins as another thought comes to him. "And I would suggest not attacking him this time. You really don't want to give me a reason to break your other arm."

"Thank you." Dean doesn't comment on the warning - even though he has no intention to hurt Jon. This time. He doesn't want to ruin his chance on getting a good night's sleep in an actual bed by hurting the monkey. "He'll be fine."

Anthony nods. He's honestly not that worried for Jon at the moment. Dean is too worn out to put up much of a fight...a situation that will likely change after the boy gets some food and rest. "Good night Dean."

Happy Birthday!

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 18:06:24 GMT

Happy Birthday, firedance!!!

Hope you had a good one!

FIC: "Making of a Boy" - Ch. 43 - "Taking Care of Dean" JRM / Anthony Head, NC-17. RPS

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 13:22:36 GMT

Series: Making of a Boy - Chapter 43 - Taking Care of Dean

Complete list of all chapters of the series

Authors: franzi1981 and my co-writer who prefers to stay anon
Characters: Anthony Stewart Head, JRM, Dean Winters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con
Summary: Jon attempts to take care of Dean... with consequences for both.
Disclaimer: Never happened, not real, doesn't even happen in our reality! This is not connected in any way to the real Anthony Stewart Head, the real Kevin Zegers, the real Rupert Everett, the real Dean Winters or the real Jonathan Rhys Meyers.

It's two hours after Dean's first scene that Jon comes down with a tray of food, some water, and a bucket. He knows that Dean wouldn't ask for any of that, would be too stubborn, too proud to show that weakness. He gives the slave a smile as he sets the bucket down and puts the food d water on a nearby table. Anthony didn't tell him to, but Jon also brought a washcloth and some soothing lotion. "Dean," he calls him softly.

Dean hadn't really thought he could sleep in the chair, but apparently, being in a great deal of pain tires you out. Of course, it could be whatever drugs they pumped into his system to get him here. He jolts awake at the noise and narrows his eyes at Jon. "What the fuck do you want?" The slave's Master isn't here right now so he's making zero effort in controlling his hostility.

"Calm down. I'm only here to bring you food, maybe ease your pain a little if you let me." He shows Dean the cloth and the lotion, making him see that he doesn't mean any harm. "I'm not here to hurt you, I promise."

Dean doesn't relax at all. "Why the fuck should I believe you? You'll just do anything he tells you to do. I saw the way you licked his boots earlier." If there's anything Dean hates more than a sadistic bastard like the one who tortured him, it's someone who'll let a prick like that do whatever he wants.

"If you don't believe me then you'll just have to see." At least the parts of Dean's body that are hurt the worst are not near his mouth - no risk getting bitten there, and maybe if Dean sees that Jon keeps his promise there, he will accept the food more willingly. "Do you need... the bathroom or anything?" he asks as he starts washing Dean's thighs and groin, sparing his cock for now.

It's not like Dean can get out of the way, as much as he tries to. He doesn't want anyone near his cock at the moment. Still, he does need to use the washroom quite badly. It's been getting urgent for a while now...not that he's willing to admit that to the slave. "I need to piss."

Jon bites down a smile at the sudden confession. He gets the bucket from the floor and positions it under Dean's cock. Get this out of the way before he cleans his cock. "Just let go," he says, holding the bucket and waiting.

Dean glares first at the bucket and then at Jon. "I can't fucking go if you're looking at me." He may not be shy, but this is just damn humiliating.

"Okay, I understand that." Jon smiles at Dean and turns away, just holding the bucket and waiting for Dean. Hoping that this would be enough.

Even with Jon turned away, it's still humiliating as hell. But it's probably worse if he pissed on himself. Dean lets go and barely bites back the groan from finally relieving the pressure on his bladder. "I'm done." He still doesn’t know quite what to make of this slave. Probably another one of those chipper slaves, more than happy with their lot in life. There were a few of those in the club.

"Good." Jon says and puts the bucket down. He might need it later, in case Dean needs the 'bathroom' again. Picking up a washcloth, he gently washed Dean's cock, then started to put the soothing lotion on his thighs and genitals. "This should help with the pain and the healing."

Even the light touch stings, but Dean bites back any noise he might otherwise make. Bad enough that he had made so much of it before in front of the other guy. The lotion goes to work quickly and Dean relaxes as he pain in his groin lessens.

Jon can see that the lotion does help by the way Dean is relaxing his muscles. He would do the same for his chafed wrists and ankles, but... "How are your wrists and ankles? Do you want me to take care of them as well or would you just use that chance to lash out at me soon as I release them?" He wouldn't have much range of movement, not with his legs and arms tied down at the knees and elbows as well, but this was always a risk.

Dean quickly thinks about the situation. While he could hit the slave with his hands free, unless he can get out of here, that will only get him hurt more. And honestly, he's more interested in hitting the Master than the slave. Still, maybe he can threaten to hurt the slave and get out of here like that? "I won't hit you." As such...

Jon raises an eyebrow at that, not fully believing Dean. He's giving the man the benefit of the doubt, though, and moves to release his right wrist to clean the chafed skin with a new washcloth.

Dean lets Jon work for now, hoping that the slave will be comfortable enough to have both his wrists released at the same time. If not, he'll have to make his move before Jon puts his right wrist back in place.

Jon might be a bit too trusting, but he doesn't trust Dean far enough to release both of his wrists at the same time. Instead, he finishes washing and moves to get the lotion. "That should be better and hopefully prevent further chafing."

Figuring that Jon is probably not going to release both his wrists, Dean waits until Jon is close enough before he grabs Jon and pulls the slave as close as possible, putting the slave into a choke hold. "Tell them to let me the fuck go."

Jon cries out in surprise and brings his own hands up to fight Dean's hold. "You know I can't do that," he hisses, finding that the slave is quite a bit stronger than he is - but knowing that he's not really in danger. There's always someone watching. So he keeps still, not struggling, not provoking Dean into tightening the hold. "I'm as powerless as you are when it comes to that. You know that."

"Fine." Dean looks towards the door, knowing as well that someone's probably watching. "Let me go or I swear I'll fucking choke him to death." He tightens his arm around Jon's neck, cutting off the slave's breathing.

As soon as the guard sees that Jon is seriously in trouble, his breathing being cut off, he storms into the room and fires a tranquiliser dart at Dean's left thigh - the dose high enough that it won't be dangerous, but will do its work in seconds time. He rushes to Jon's side, helping the gasping and panting boy up to his feet again and waiting for Anthony, knowing that the Master is most likely on his way already.

Anthony had indeed been notified and he arrives shortly after Dean is knocked unconscious. "Are you alright, pet?" He checks Jon's neck for bruising and frowns at the light, but still visible marks. "I thought I told you to be careful around him?"

"I'm fine, Master." Jon insists, but still lets Anthony check his neck for bruising as he recovers from the attack. "I'm sorry, Master. But he was... calming down as I bathed him. And his wrists looked chafed. I just didn't think he'd be able to have a go at me like that."

"He attacked, assaulted and raped a Master with guards right outside the door. It proves that he is both desperate and fast." Anthony is certain now that Jon is alright. "I'm going to punish you later for being so careless. I don't ever want you to get injured like that again. He could have killed you if he really tried. There's a reason both his hands are strapped down."

"Yes, Master. I'm really sorry, Master." Jon says again, kneeling for Anthony and leaning his head against his thighs. "I'll be more careful with him in the future." He realises that Dean still didn't have a chance to eat and drink and looks up at his Master. "When will he wake up again? I still need to feed him."

"He can starve for a day. Weakening him a bit may not be a bad idea." Anthony grabs a fistful of Jon's hair and gives it a sharp tug as he heads towards the stairs, knowing that Jon will have to follow on his knees. "He won't wake up for a bit and I want to take care of your punishment before I break his arm for hurting you."

"Yes, Master," Jon manages to say in reply before he's dragged off and up the stairs, finding it hard to follow on his hands and knees. He knows he won't be able to talk Anthony out of breaking the slave's arm. Not after what happened. He just hopes his own punishment won't be too cruel.

Anthony drags Jon all the way up to his bedroom where he orders Jon into a present up position. Electrodes are attached to Jon's cock as Anthony plays with the electric settings, not yet turning the machine on. "I am not going to bind you for this so you will simply have to stay in position on your own. And every time you feel a shock, you will say out loud that you will never under estimate a violent slave again." There are few things that Jon can do to make Anthony really punish him. Endangering his own life is one of those things.

"Yes, Master," Jon whimpers. He's really not looking forward to this, especially not when he has to stay in position all by himself. "I'm sorry, Master." All he can hope for now is that it will be brief, that Anthony won't shock him too often. And at least his cock is still healing, at least Jon can be sure that Anthony won't insert a sound and attach that to the electrodes.

Good thing with this kind of electric torture is that Anthony can send a great deal of pain to Jon without damaging his pet. Anthony doesn't reply to Jon, still quite upset with his pet. He doesn't start Jon easy, planning on a quick and harsh punishment. The first jolt is a six on the ten point scale and he holds it down for three seconds before letting go.

And the first jolt makes Jon scream out in pain and agony already. He finds it hard to stay in position, wanting nothing but to curl up and protect his groin, even knowing that this won't do him much good. "I'm sorry, Master," he gasps. "I'll never underestimate a violent slave again."

Appearing completely unmoved by his slave's suffering, Anthony zaps the boy again with the same intensity and length. A part of him is still trying to calm down, having been terrified of what could have happened to Jon.

Jon just manages to repeat the sentence as Anthony zaps him again, the pain coursing through his body once more, making him slightly nauseous already. "Please," he whimpers, looking up to briefly meet his Master's eyes.

"This is a long way from being over, pet." Anthony knows how badly Jon handles pain to his genitals...which is why this is an effective punishment. He continues the electric shocks, going up to level seven after a few more. He wants this lesson to sink in.

As the intensity of the shocks increases, Jon just can't stay upright anymore. He falls forward, moving so that he's curled up on the floor as if trying to protect his groin, knowing that this won't do any good. In the back of his mind he wonders how much longer until the muscles of his bladder will give up, until he makes a mess of himself.

Anthony frowns as Jon collapses, nudging the boy a bit with his foot. "Back into position, pet. I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." Perhaps he's being overly harsh, but he would rather Jon suffer a great deal than chance his pet getting seriously damaged or killed due to carelessness. "And continue repeating the lesson unless you want me to turn the power up higher."

"I'm sorry, Master," Jon gasps as he slowly moves back into position, finding in increasingly hard to stay there. "I won't underestimate a violent slave again," he whimpers as he waits for the next shock, his whole body tense.

And Anthony does not disappoint Jon, holding the button down for a few more seconds. Even watching his pet in a great deal of pain, it takes Anthony quite a few more jolts before he starts to calm down. Finally taking in just how much his pet is suffering. He sighs and puts down the switch, removing the electrodes from Jon's body.

Crying out with relief, Jon collapses onto the floor again as soon as the electrodes are removed. He's shivering, his muscles too tired from the constant stimulation to keep him upright any longer. "Master," he whimpers, wanting, needing physical contact.

Ignoring how he might appear, Anthony sits down on the ground and pulls Jon into his arms. "Don't ever worry me like that again, Jon. What you did was beyond dangerous." He strokes Jon's hair and back, trying to comfort his freshly tortured pet.

"Yes, Master. I really am sorry Master. I just... he seemed calm enough." Which isn't an excuse, Jon knows that. But he's suffered for his mistake. Twice. Clinging to Anthony, he finally lets the tears flow, knowing very well that Dean could've killed him there, probably could have snapped his neck. "I'm sorry," he keeps saying over and over again.

"Shhh...you're safe now." Anthony holds Jon very tightly, more than aware of what Dean is capable of. "He has nothing to lose, Jon. To him, killing you won't make his fate worse. That's a way of thinking I will have to change for him." Anthony plans on giving Dean a preview of what hell really is. He wants the slave to know just how much worse things can be. "Don't trust him. He needs to be completely broken before he can be turned into a trustworthy slave."

"I understand that, Master." Jon can't stop clinging to Anthony. He feels safe here, despite having just suffered the punishment, once more realising clearly what his Master is capable of doing to him. "I love you," he whimpers.

Anthony kisses Jon on the top of the head, continuing to soothe his pet. "I love you too, pet...which is part of the reason that punishment was as severe as it was." He tilts Jon's face up so he can kiss his pet properly. "You really scared me."

"I scared myself, I guess. I... God, he could've killed me." He leans up to steal another kiss from Anthony, caressing one of his cheeks. "I guess, I felt too secure with knowing that the guards would be watching, that he was still chained down to a point."

"I had him chained down that well for a reason. He's extremely violent at the moment." Anthony smiles at his pet's touch. "And while you are in good shape, you haven't exactly been fighting much in recent years so you don't quite have the correct muscle groups to fight him off and it takes a few seconds for guards to reach you, if they notice immediately that something is wrong. A few seconds is more than enough to snap someone's neck." Anthony should know, considering some of the things he's done in the past.

Jon listens to Anthony's explanations and nods. "I've learned that lesson, yes." Especially with that punishment following the incident. "What will happen to Dean now? He'll get another chance, yes?" Jon would hate it if his foolish action would put Dean to death on top of it all.

Anthony thinks for a moment. "I am half tempted to kill him right now so he will no longer pose a threat. However, if you would rather, I can let him live with a few broken bones instead." And Anthony will make sure that the punishment is very painful.

"Yes, I would like for him to get another chance," Jon replies, leaning up against Anthony. "After all, it was my fault as well... and I know to not do anything like that again."

Anthony had figured that Jon would say something like that. His pet has a soft spot for hopeless slaves. "Alright. I can simply give him a severe punishment." And they will be able to continue training Dean that way.

"Thank you." Jon kisses Anthony again, a deep, slow kiss. "I appreciate that." It would still be hard to see Dean being punished like that; having an idea of what Anthony's idea of a severe punishment is like. "Do you think he's awake again by now?"

"Likely. Although I'm of a mind to have the guards gang rape him before I deal with him again." A bit of humility definitely won't hurt the slave. "My security team is rather fond of you and I have a feeling that if I let them at Dean, they will take a bit of revenge on your behalf."

"They are?" Jon hasn't known that fact - until now. He smiles at it, but then shakes his head. "I think his punishment will be severe enough. And it was partly my fault. But it's your decision, Master. Whatever you think will be right." After all, Anthony knows how to break someone like Dean. And if letting the guards have a go at him will be necessary, then Jon won't protest.

Anthony nods. "I can have them refrain for the moment. I would rather let them go at him when he's at least somewhat trained. It will be a good lesson in trying to please multiple Masters who may be angry at him." Anthony cups Jon's chin and gives his pet a small peck on the nose. "Ready to go down again and watch me punish Dean?"

Jon smiles and returns the small kiss. "Yes. Ready." Even if he's still somewhat sore, but he doubts that Anthony expects him to participate in the punishment much.

This time, as Anthony enters the room, he can see that Dean has been struggling in his bonds. The boy does look a bit worried, even if he's trying not to show it. He orders Jon to kneel quietly at his side before approaching Dean again. "Well...that was one of the stupidest things I think I have seen a slave do."

"Referring to me or your little monkey?" Dean snarls at Anthony. In his book, loosening the bonds of a violent slave is one of the stupidest things ever. How else was he supposed to react?

"Both, actually." Anthony shakes his head at that. "But Jon has already been suitably punished for his mistake. I doubt he will repeat the error again any time soon." He taps Dean's hand lightly with his fingers. "Now it is your turn and you will be punished very severely for injuring my property."

Dean glares first at Jon - who seems pretty undamaged for someone recently punished - and then at Anthony. "Your property. That's all he is to you? Something like your care or house?"

"I do believe he's worth more than both of those." Anthony looks over at Jon with a smile, reaching down and giving one of the nipple rings a sharp tug. "And he is much more entertaining." Dean doesn't need to know just how much Anthony cares for Jon. "Regardless, what you did offended me and showed a complete lack of respect." He taps Dean's hand again. "Are you going to help yourself avoid some pain and relax your fingers so I can start breaking them?" Oh he highly doubts Dean will, but it never hurts to give the slave a choice.

Dean rolls his eyes as the other slave moans happily at the pain induced by the Master, but before he could give another comment, Anthony was already threatening him to break his fingers. Clenching his fingers to a fist as tight as possible, he turns around to glare once more at the Master. "What, helping you in destroying me? Hardly."

"I didn't think you would." Anthony walks behind Dean and pick up a baseball bat. "Now normally, I would be disappointed that you show no inclination to please me. However, in this particular case..." His smile is almost sensual as he raises the bat. "I am going to enjoy hurting you more than is necessary." The bat is swung down across Dean's upper arm, directly between the shoulder and elbow. Noting that the bone held for the first hit, Anthony swings again, smile widening as the bone cracks."

It doesn't hurt. Not in the very first moment of impact, Dean still too stunned that this is actually happening. It's just a fraction of a second later that the pain is setting in, though, and Dean screams, the screams getting even louder as the bone finally breaks. "Fuck!" he screamed, heaving as the sudden, intense pain is making him nauseous.

Anthony calmly puts down the bat and pushes over a medical tray, picking out a syringe. "I think this will help." He injects the formula into Dean's uninjured arm. "It won't dull the pain, but it will ensure that you cannot pass out." He prepares another syringe and injects that as well. "And since many boys I torture have a tendency to vomit during the scene, I have gotten in the habit of using an anti-nausea formula as well." Now that the preparation is complete, Anthony puts down the syringe and pats the broken arm, right over where he had aimed the bat.

Dean grunts as Anthony takes away his last means of escape - unconsciousness. The grunt turns into another scream only a few seconds later when Anthony pats his arm, amplifying the pain. "Please," he whimpers. "No more."

"Begging already? And we've hardly started." Anthony follows the arm down until he reaches Dean's fingers again. "I did warn you that I was going to hurt you more than necessary if you didn't obey." With the arm broken, Dean will no longer be able to clench his fist without severe pain, making it much easier for Anthony to get hold of a finger. "I am going to break each and every one of the fingers on this hand as punishment for threatening the life of my pet."

"But nothing happened! I didn't kill him, did I?" Dean protests, struggling again. He's trying to clench his fingers, but it's not possible, not with his arm broken like that. Not without causing himself more pain than Anthony just did. "Please," he begs again, hoping that Anthony's just threatening him.

"Ah, but you tried to and that matters a great deal." Anthony starts to bend the finger backwards, not stopping when he feels the bone and tendon resist naturally. He doesn't stop until he feels the crack, noting how the finger is now stuck in a broken position.

There's more pain and by now Dean wishes he could pass out, still struggling, not able to hold still. "Please!" He screams. "No more. Please!" He looks briefly at the boy, then back at Anthony. "I'm sorry."

Anthony gently grabs hold of the next finger. "While an apology is a good place to start, you will find, during your training, that I am not normally inclined to back out of a planned punishment. The best way for you to avoid pain is to avoid doing punishable things." Another backwards bend and another crack is heard in the room. "Of course, if you beg well enough, I might actually reset some of these bones for you instead of leaving them to heal out of place like this."

"I'd be useless to you!" Dean offers, hoping that this will change Anthony's mind. Surely, he's not going through all this trouble if he doesn't have any plans for him? He could've just left him at the club, after all. Not that he can ponder this for long as his third finger gets broken, his mind going blank once more from pain.

"Not really. A slave with one useful hand can still be entertaining. There are a lot of Masters out there who wouldn't mind abusing a boy who is handicapped. There's actually quite a market for it." Anthony takes the fourth finger and bends it backwards a bit, almost to the breaking point, teasing the slave with what he is about to do. "And I can always re-break them later if they heal in a bad position."

"No. No!" Dean isn't sure what's more horrifying. The thought of being disabled for the rest of his life or the thought of Anthony breaking his fingers and bones... again. "Please. Stop. Please..."

Anthony uses his free hand and gently strokes Dean's hair. "If you learn to be a good slave, perhaps we won't need to repeat this lesson." The next finger snaps as Anthony applies just a little more pressure.

"Please," Dean whimpers, screaming again as the fourth finger gets broken. "I promise not to hurt him again. I promise." Which is about the only thing he's actually ready to promise. He won't promise to obey.

"I think you might actually mean that." Anthony continues to stroke Dean's hair as he moves onto the thumb. "But I did promise you this punishment and I have no plans on backing out now. It's just one more finger, Dean." The thumb takes more pressure to break, but only slightly before it too snaps.

By now, Dean is wishing, praying to pass out. Experimentally, he tries to move his fingers, which only ends in more screams as it sends more blinding pain through his body. At least it's over. For now.

Anthony surveys the fingers critically. They will all need to be reset at some point. "I will reset them properly at some point if I feel you have been obedient enough. And perhaps if you beg well, I'll even knock you unconscious when I do so." Curious, Anthony brushes his hand against the broken fingers. "Otherwise, I shall let them heal like this."

The light brush which usually would only be a caress has Dean screaming once more, cursing under his breath. He doesn't dare to look at his swollen arm and hand, doesn't dare to look at the damage that was caused. "Please... reset them..."

"Now?" Anthony chuckles. "Do you really want more pain at this moment? You really haven't been good enough for me to give you any pain relief and I think spending at least a few days with your hand like this will prove to be a good reminder of why you should behave." Anthony smiles. "I don't actually expect you to be a perfect slave, at the moment, but do understand that the more you fight me, the more I will hurt you."

"I understand," Dean whimpers. Behave. Maybe he can manage that. But not fight? That doesn't seem possible right now, going against his very instincts. "Hurts."

Ah, looks like the slave is starting to respond. "I am going to leave you to think about your situation until tomorrow morning. Depending on how well you behave at that point, I might reset your fingers. And if you beg well, I will perhaps help you with some pain mitigation at that point. We shall see."

"Yes," Dean nodded, signalling his agreement. He wouldn't call him Master, let alone thank him for the small mercy. After all, it was Anthony who brought him the pain and broken bones in the first place.

"I'll have Jon bring you something to eat and drink in a few hours." Anthony turns to head upstairs ordering Jon to follow him. Dean will be in quite a bit of pain for the rest of the day, but it was a rather fitting punishment for what the boy did.

Chapter 44 - Anthony starts to train Dean

Pictures: Jeremy at the London Film Festival!

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 10:33:19 GMT

Teaser:

More here.

Drabble: Dreams (Sir Thomas More / Henry VIII; NC-17)

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 09:30:20 GMT

I gave in.

Thanks to dalehead for a brief language beta.

The lash came down on his back again and again. One blow after the other, each one drawing a cry from Thomas' dry lips. He knew he wouldn't stop until he banished these images out of his mind. Images from last night's dream of Har... the king. Nude. A hand wrapped around his engorged member.

Just thinking about the dream made the images reappear. As vivid, fresh and as taunting as they were last night. He brought the lash harder down on his back. Faster. Punishing. Cleansing.

Only when he was drawing blood did he stop. The images still lingering.

Ficlet: A first time (Jeremy Northam; R rated)

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 19:20:02 GMT

Jeremy Northam - First time in the Establishment

This ficlet is for jackandahat who wanted Jeremy Northam, and the prompt "First time in the Establishment". Jeremy is a character I write in the RPS RPG Establishment. And this is backstory with his first visit to the club.

This turned out longer than a drabble - 500something words.

He was completely overdressed.

That was Jeremy's first realisation as entered the club, trailing after Laura - his lover and the woman who had convinced him to join her. Just for a night, to see if he liked it.

Sure, there were one or two guys also wearing clothes that could loosely be described as suits... but no one wore a honest-to-god suit. At least it was black. As he let his eyes wander further he saw others who...

Oh God... is that....

His first instinct was to turn around right away, leave the club. If it hadn't been for Laura and the fact that he'd promised, he would've done just that. As it were, he only had one choice. To stay.

At least Laura was leading them to a booth in a corner. Which seemed more seclusive than an open table in the middle of the club. It made him feel less exposed - though he probably was exposing fewer bits of himself than everyone else in the club. Still, he had never felt more naked before.

"Well?" he heard Laura ask and turned his attention back to her.

"Do they serve food here?" It was the only sensible thing he could think of asking, and it seemed safe. Even if he wasn't really hungry - it would give him something to occupy his hands and mind with while he was looking for the right words to answer her question.

"Yes," she replied, giving him a smile.

"Great. I'll just have some chips then. And a beer."

He was glad that Laura left him alone after that. Just letting him watch for now, giving him the time he needed to it all in. And there was a lot to see. Apart from scantily dressed women and people in trousers that seemed to lack fabric in essential parts, there were also a few scenes going on.

There seemed to be everything from a woman spanking a man, a blowjob on a table he hoped wasn't used for dinner... to a scene in the opposite corner of the bar. Judging from the noises, he was glad he couldn't see more details of said scene.

It was all more than just a bit overwhelming. Confusing. But also exciting, stirring his interest.

Laura must've seen the look in his eyes as he turned his attention once more back to her.

"Would you be interested in something like that?" she asked, pointing to the spanking scene.

"What, in public?" he almost squeaked.

"No, of course not. Well, not yet anyway."

"Maybe." Jeremy was definitely excited by the thought, but he needed to go slow. Needed to be eased in. "Can we try it at home?" It seemed to be the safer option for the first try. More intimate. "I think just watching is more than enough for tonight."

"Yes, of course," Laura replied.

"Thanks." Jeremy leaned back and kept watching the people in the club. Even if he wasn't sure he really belonged with these people, it seemed like he'd just opened a door to a completely new universe.

Drabble Requests - Ashley Judd; Tom Sturridge / William Moseley. PG-rated.

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 19:01:31 GMT

Ashley - Hopes

For amadi who requested a drabble with Ashley and the prompt "Hopes". Ashley Judd is a character I write in the RPS RPG "Citadel". I write her as AU. She's an author, former actor, who suffers MS. This drabble takes place shortly after she was diagnosed.

As a young child, Ashley hoped for simple things. The right present from Santa she had always wanted. Later, she was hoping that her parents would stay together even after the fights. Growing up, she hoped for a great career as an actress.

Now, she is hoping for the next relapse to be a few years down the road. That it won't be as bad. She is hoping for a cure, for mercy. She knows by now that life doesn’t always fulfil hopes. That things don’t always go perfectly. But on some days, it's only hope that keeps her going.

Tom and Will - I love you

For alien_queen who requested a drabble with Tom Sturridge and William Moseley, the characters we write in the RPS RPG "Citadel". They are a couple in the game, where Will took a long time to say 'I love you' back to Tom.

Tom had never thought he would ever hear those words from Will. That he would ever see that look in his eyes. And even now, the moment he had been waiting for seemed unreal.

A small part of him was even wondering whether Will had just said them out of pity. Or out of convenience.

He knew, of course, that this wasn't the case. Knew that Will wouldn't do that. Knew that he meant it.

"Tom?" It was Will's voice that got him out of his thoughts and he shook his head. Finally smiling at Will. "I love you too."

Birthdays!

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 07:01:10 GMT

Happy Birthday to kibbles_n_bits and epeeblade!!!!

Drabble: Evil!Jeremy (NC-17)

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 13:36:12 GMT

This is just a random drabble featuring evil!Jeremy who popped up in my head last night.

Warning: Non-con behind the cut!

"You make a gorgeous plaything," Jeremy crooned at the figure lying in front of him, tied up on a table. His legs hoisted up and spread wide, allowing him the access he needed. He would have fun with this one. He might even break him so he could keep him. It's been a while since he had a pet.

"If you bite, you'll wake up without teeth," he threatened as he pushed his cock down the boy's throat. Enjoying the look of panic in the boy's eyes as he blocked his breathing. Oh yes. He already knew he'd keep him.

Happy Birthday...

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 10:57:31 GMT

...to eirien!!!

And also a happy if very belated birthday to candy who had hers while I was gone! :)

FIC: "Making of a Boy" - Ch. 42 - "Delivering a new slave" JRM / Anthony Head, NC-17. RPS

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 16:05:43 GMT

Series: Making of a Boy - Chapter 42 - Delivering a new slave

Complete list of all chapters of the series

Authors: franzi1981 and my co-writer who prefers to stay anon
Characters: Anthony Stewart Head, JRM, Dean Winters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con
Summary: Anthony gets a new slave delivered.
Disclaimer: Never happened, not real, doesn't even happen in our reality! This is not connected in any way to the real Anthony Stewart Head, the real Kevin Zegers, the real Rupert Everett, the real Dean Winters or the real Jonathan Rhys Meyers.

The doorbell rings at an unusual time of the day. It's not time for the mail delivery - that one's already through - and they aren't awaiting any guests. And who would visit at two in the afternoon anyway? Which can only mean one thing. The slave. Jon looks at Anthony, who motions at him to open the door and he crawls towards it, only getting up when he reaches the door to open it. The slave is delivered unconscious - and tightly bound. Jon is already feeling sorry for him, but he doesn't let any of it show as he directs the servants of the club downstairs, knowing that Anthony is following them to get the slave settled into his new environment.

Anthony descends the stairs and watches as the boy is strapped into the chair. He motions the men out before approaching the unconscious slave. "He's pretty." His finger tweaks a nipple and he smiles as it hardens automatically. "He will be fun to break, I think." Anthony turns to Jon. "Let's get him prepped so he can wake up to his new home properly." Anthony hands Jon a pair of surgical gloves as well as a bottle of liquid. "That's cinnamon oil. Not pure oil, but only slightly diluted. Rub it generously on his cock head, but try not to get any in the slit itself. Don't worry about him waking up while you're working. He'll be out for at least another hour."

"Yes, Master," Jon replies. He welcomes that hour to get into his 'role' as well, getting deep enough to be at his most submissive, so to speak. Just where Anthony wants him. Where Jon needs to be for this. He puts on the gloves, then starts to rub the cinnamon into the skin of the boy's cock, the touch almost caressing. He's heard about this kind of oil, can only guess how bad it must feel once the slave - Dean - wakes up.

While Jon's doing that, Anthony takes a pair of nipple clamps and attaches them to Dean's nipples. These won't cause permanent damage, but between the teeth and the level of pressure, Dean's going to be in a great deal of pain when he wakes up. "No need to get into headspace quite yet, Jon. There's not much else I plan to do at the moment and he won't be awake for a bit yet. Security will let us know when he wakes up."

"I know, but I just... want to be in headspace when he's ready for us, Master." He hopes that maybe this way, it will be easier for Dean. It might not. He has no way of knowing. "Deep enough that no matter what you have to do, I won't be pulled out of it."

Anthony nods. "Alright then. Once you're done with his cock, rub a bit of the lotion on your nipples. Not too much. Then remove the gloves and kneel, presenting up, in the corner there. Stay in position until Dean wakes up. Do not respond to him at all. I will be back soon after he's awake." The burn should give Jon something to focus on until Dean wakes up.

"Yes, Master." Jon finishes with Dean's cock and then takes a bit of the lotion and rubs it into his nipples. The effect is almost instant and he gasps, biting down on his lip to stifle a cry as the burn intensifies until it reaches the highest level. Taking off the gloves, Jon crawls over to the corner and presents up there, not daring to look down at his own nipples - given how red and swollen Dean's cock is beginning to look.

Anthony walks over to Jon and pats the boy. "It will be difficult to keep that position for the next hour or so, but if you break position before I come back, I will punish you." He attaches a weight to each nipple ring before leaving the basement, turning off all lights except for the spotlight on Dean. It will make it difficult for Dean to see Jon once the slave wakes up.

"I understand, Master," Jon replies, wondering, at first, why it would be that difficult. When Anthony attaches the weight to his already hurting nipples, he knows, though. He lets out a cry, no longer able to bite it back any longer, and almost breaky position right there and then. As Anthony leaves, Jon turns all his attention on Dean, watching the slave in the chair. He doesn't look very dangerous like this, all bound and unconscious, his nipples and genitals red from the clamps and the cinnamon.

Anthony gets the call in a bit under an hour. Apparently, the slave has quite a vocabulary when he's upset. In addition, Jon had apparently needed to shift position near the end to ease cramping. Well, nothing like a little punishment to get Jon into the proper headspace. Anthony descends the steps and turns on the lights, moving to stand in front of Dean. "Nice of you to join us. Welcome to your new home."

"Are you the fucker who got me into this?" Dean yells at Anthony. For the first time since he's awake, the complete room is lit and he takes a look around, spotting a slave kneeling in the corner. What is this? Is this guy starting a collection? "Get me the fuck out of here!"

"Why would you want to get out of here? Aren't you comfortable?" Anthony chuckles as he reaches out and brushes his hand against both nipple clamps. "What exactly did you expect when you attacked and raped that Master?"

"A way out. Or death. Another way out." Dean lets out a cry as Anthony brushes against his clamped nipples, more pain shooting through his body. "Not more of you sick disgusting sadists."

"If you wanted to die, you should have been a good little slave and then try to find a Master who liked you enough to grant you death." Anthony runs a finger down Dean's body, enjoying just how helpless the slave is. "What you have now, is a punishment more severe than you can imagine." He takes hold of the clamps and starts to twist them. "It is my job to train you into a proper slave. That being said, the club did say that you are not worth a great deal and if I should accidentally kill you during training, they wouldn't be too upset. Don't worry though...it has been many years since a slave has died on me without me meaning for it to happen." He wonders if that's reassuring.

Dean screams at the pain, tears now running down his face. No, the Master's words aren't reassuring at all. Though if he could get him to kill him... it would be on way out. Not his preferred way, by far, but it's better than ending up like that boy kneeling in the corner. "Fuck you. You can't fucking train me to become like... that." He motioned with his head in Jon's direction. "Never."

"Oh, thank you for reminding me. I had almost forgotten about Jon. He is in need of a punishment. I will start your training after this." Anthony lets go of Dean's nipples and turns towards Jon. "Come here, pet." He gets out some weights and a cane.

"Yes, Master." Jon says. The sight of the weights and the cane is reassuring - he's been through much worse, Anthony can't be that dissatisfied with him. Which is good. He crawls over to his Master and presents down before him, wincing as that makes the weights swing, irritating his swollen nipples.

"Security informed me that you did not keep position the whole time as I had ordered." Anthony snaps the significantly heavier weights onto the nipple rings, watching how they tug down on the nipples. "Hands and knees. I think you need a reminder in what it means to stay still." A good deal of this punishment is for Dean's sake since Anthony knows that Jon can take a great deal more than this. That being said, nothing gets a slave deeper into headspace than a punishment scene.

"I'm sorry, Master," Jon cries out through the pain of the heavier weights being attached to his nipples. He could hear Dean swearing under his breath, swearing at both of them. Ignoring the words for now, Jon got onto hands and feet, his legs spread wide, presenting himself for his punishment.

Anthony takes the cane and raises it. "If you don't manage to stay still, I imagine those weights will hurt a great deal more." The cane comes down, raising a welt almost immediately. Anthony isn't holding back much, only enough to keep from breaking skin. He wants to hurt Jon, not damage him by doing this.

Jon cries out at the first hit, with Anthony giving him almost an almost full-forced blow. He can't keep completely still, but keeps his movements minimal, gasping as even those send the weights swinging. He can hear Dean going silent, no doubt watching the display, asking himself if he'll get a similar treatment.

The next hits come down just as hard with Anthony not giving Jon much time to rest. It is a harsh enough beating, all told. Anthony doesn't stop until Jon's ass and the back of the boy's thighs are covered in welts. They should fade within the week, but Jon will be in a bit of pain until then.

Jon groans in relief when Anthony is finally done, his arse and thighs hurting, making him whimper in pain. "Thank you, Master," he says, his voice a bit hoarse from the cries.

Jon took that well. Anthony smiles down at his pet as he rubs at the welts on the ass. "You're welcome, pet. Now present up again so I can get rid of those weights." He glances at Dean briefly, a bit curious how the slave is reacting to all this.

Dean is still staring at those two, wondering just why the boy let that arsehole do this to him. He's not chained up, free to flee, and yet... he kept kneeling, not moving until the older man told him to. "What did you do to him to make him that disgustingly submissive? Brainwash?"

"Hardly." Anthony snorts at the suggestion as he removes the weights from Jon's nipples. "Not all slaves require the kind of training you're going to get." He has Jon back up a little and present up again so his pet can watch. "Normally, a good balance of discipline and positive reinforcement works well. But let's not get distracted. You still have a punishment coming." Without any other warning, Anthony removes the nipple clamps from Dean's nipples and grins as the blood rushes back into them.

"Fuck!" Dean screams as Anthony removes the clamps from his nipples. He bucks against the restraints as much as possible, as if that would ease the pain. He thrashes on the chair he's bound too, glaring at Anthony. "You fucking bastard!"

"I would watch my language if I were you...unless you want me to gag you?" Anthony takes out a rather vicious looking gag. "I would need to pierce your tongue to keep this one in place. Considering how much I'm going to hurt you anyway, you really don't want to give me an excuse to do more." Anthony takes another set of nipple clamps and places them on the barely recovered nipples. These ones are tighter than the last ones although they do not have the teeth the others did.

"If you're going to hurt me anyway, what's the difference, arsehole?" Dean's cursing was interrupted by a scream as Anthony clamped his nipples. He has never learned to take pain - and is convinced that he never will. Not in the way the boy in the corner seems to take it. Yes, Dean did notice the boy's hard - and mangled - cock.

The comment makes Anthony laugh. "You really haven't learned much in your time in Valimar if you don't know the difference between punishment and...inventive pain. I can hurt you a lot worse if you provoke me." He adds a weight onto each of the clamps and taps them, setting them swinging. "I think that by the time I'm done, you're nipples are going to be raw." He holds up the gag again. "Well? Are you asking for it then? Or are you going to try and keep a civil tongue?"

"Leave me alone with your sick fetishes," Dean hisses as Anthony attaches a weight to his nipple. "I never asked to end up in this place. This can't be legal!" At least Dean is sure it isn't.

Well, at least Dean has stopped swearing. "I assure you that Mithril does it's job with the full backing of the law. There is always some contract they can find that you broke a clause of, or that allow for this kind of thing. Just because Valimar is not in mainstream media does not mean that it is illegal." Anthony turns towards Dean's cock now, still angry red from the oil.

"You're lying! You're fucking lying!" He notices where Anthony attention is turning to and starts yelling again. "God! No! Leave your filthy hands off my cock!"

Anthony turns and picks up the gag. "Open your mouth." He as little confidence that Dean will obey and as expected, the slave refuses. Knowing that he has less chance of breaking Dean's jaw if he has help, Anthony gets one of the guards right outside to help him get Dean's mouth open, wedging it with a dental gag to open the slave's mouth. He could have had Jon to help him, but he doesn't want Dean associating Jon with aggression quite yet. With Dean's mouth all vulnerably open now, Anthony takes uses a set of forceps to pull Dean's tongue out. "I did warn you to keep a civil tongue." He takes a needle and pushes through the centre of the tongue, not at all bothered by the amount of blood that starts to flow.

At first, Dean is convinced he's going to choke on his own blood. That is before the pain registers and he screams, only the forceps and the fucking needle in his tongue preventing him from cursing at Anthony.

With the tongue pierced, Anthony removes the dental gag and attaches the other one to the needle in Dean's tongue. It won't keep Dean's mouth wide open, but it does quite nicely prevent the boy from pulling the tongue into his mouth...making it difficult to speak. "We shall repeat this exercise daily, if necessary, until I think you have learned to speak properly."

"Fuck you," Dean is trying to say, but not quite succeeding. Not with that... thing in his mouth, keeping his tongue stretched out. Instead he glares at Anthony, trying to communicate his thoughts and words with his gaze.

If Dean's eyes weren't so pretty, Anthony would blindfold the slave. But one shouldn't get too distracted. Anthony turns his attention back to the slave's cock and backhands it casually. "How's the sensitivity here? Or should I add more cinnamon oil?" Without waiting for a proper response, Anthony puts on a pair of gloves and applies another heavy coat of oil onto the cock, waiting for it to take effect with a smile of anticipation.

If Anthony had given Dean any time to respond after his cry, he would've nodded, indicating that his cock's sensitive enough, thank you very much. But Anthony doesn't allow him that much courtesy and as the second coat of the oil does its work, Dean groans and whimpers and cries out as well as he can.

Anthony picks up a flogger and as the oil does its work, directs a rather hard hit to Dean's cock. This is, after all, a punishment. He will begin Dean's proper training only after he punishes Dean severely for injuring a Master.

Dean can't stop screaming as Anthony hits his cock. He's fighting his restraints, the involuntary movements of his tongue pulling at the piercing, causing more blood, more screams. If only he could get free, lash out at this bastard. Give him back what he's doing to him.

"Struggling is only going to make this hurt more you know." Anthony smiles as he continues the strikes, not giving Dean any time to recover. "Of course, if you had any self control to speak of, we wouldn't be in this situation at all. You're honestly lucky that they didn't just castrate you."

As if the blows to his cock aren't bad enough on their own, the mention of castration has Dean struggling even harder. This can't be real. And this guy won't do it, right? He won't castrate him. He can't. He stares at Anthony, eyes wide.

"I see that got your attention. I can't believe you are surprised. What did you think the punishment was for a slave to rape a Master? They could have easily crushed your balls and then cut them off, with you awake and aware. I doubt they would have bothered with painkillers." The words are casual as Anthony rains down another set of blows. Dean's cock and inner thighs are an angry red and bruises are starting to set in. "They may or may not have decided to cut off your cock as well. That always seem optional."

Dean doesn't know anymore what he's screaming and struggling at, the pain, for sure, but also Anthony's words, threats of cutting off his balls, his cock. Surely, they wouldn't have done this? All he did was giving one of those arseholes some of their own medicine. As if they aren't raping people in the club day after day.

Anthony stops just short of drawing blood. Even so, Dean's thighs and cock are a vicious red with very visible signs of bruising and welts. "Your cock will be punished like this daily until I decide that you have learned your lesson." Anthony backs up a bit and absently pets Jon on the head. "It's difficult to judge just how much punishment you require since I had essentially spared you a castration by purchasing you. But Mithril will still expect that you be made an example of." He will send a video of this to the club later. Anthony's certain that it can be used for future training purposes.

Dean would have his part to say to this if it weren't for the gag in his mouth, preventing him from talking. Even though he's whimpering and sobbing, he's still glaring at Anthony, still weakly struggling in his bonds.

"Still fighting, I see. Some slaves never learn." A soft laugh as Anthony casually raises the flogger again. "Should I continue until you stop fighting?" How stubborn will the slave be? Anthony really hadn't planned on breaking Dean quite yet.

Dean shakes his head, eyes wide. He doesn't want more hits of the flogger, doesn't want it to actually break skin. No, please no more. He stops struggling for now, watching Anthony closely.

That's a tad better. Anthony puts the flogger down for good and leans forward to yank out the needle holding Dean's tongue in place, removing the gag. "That will do for today. I'm afraid that until you have proven yourself to be decently obedient, you will be more or less stuck in that chair. I can't risk you injuring my staff." He turns to leave, motioning for Jon to follow him. "I shall return in a few hours to continue your punishment. Try to get some rest in the meantime. Yell out if you need to need to use the facilities. I'm sure the guards can bring you a bucket."

Dean scoffs at the motion of the bucket - and at the display of the other slave willingly crawling after his Master. A display of perfect, disgusting submission. "Fuck you," he whispers as soon as Anthony is out of the door - and out of hearing distance. "I'll never obey you."

Chapter 43 - Taking care of Dean

Jeremy - Toronto

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 14:25:13 GMT

Finally, new pictures of Jeremy from the Toronto Film Festival. Looking happy and good :)

"Real" update coming soon once I stop being lazy. *G*

Source: Getty Images

Drabble Request: Est - Jeremy Northam - September 1st 2013

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 08:02:13 GMT

This was requested by amadi who wanted Jeremy, Establishment Universe, five years into the future.

For context: In the Establishment universe, Jeremy has currently started a relationship with Kate Winslet (written by amadi). They're still in the very beginning of their relationship, so this is just one of many possible futures.

"What?" Jeremy asked, still trying to wake up. Kate was pointing at him and laughing, not willing to say why. "What is it?"

"Mirror," he finally managed to get out of her.

"You'll pay for that later," he threatened with a laugh as he reluctantly got out of bed to make his way into the bathroom.

A look into the mirror. Another one, blinking unbelievingly.

"Daniel!" he yelled for his - or Kate's, in situations like this - two year old son who had obviously taken clues from his older sister. Oh yes, Kate would pay for this.

Once she stopped laughing.

Another interview with Jeremy

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 11:58:55 GMT

...cause I'm still trying to keep the newer ones - few as there are - in one place for research purposes. You may skim over this post. This one has a few good points and some "new" information.

Source

Case for the Accused

By Aidan Smith

Jeremy Northam values his privacy but, as he tells Aidan Smith, he's happy to shed that quiet dignity when it comes to the right role

THE discerning film fan's favourite suave English scoundrel is shuffling agitatedly from foot to foot, ciggie in a downturned mouth, when I arrive at his Soho club. Jeremy Northam curses the modern world for the smoking ban. But does he also curse it for cigarette cases falling out of fashion?

Northam excels at cigarette case movies. He's a genius at snapping shut a slim gilt box with a terrible finality, confirming that your every exit has been barricaded, that all available options have been closed off. Maybe, though, he wouldn't take that as a compliment. I decide not to mention it.

He signs me into the club, buys me a beer and - without prompting - proceeds to send up the great chunk of his fine career that has been devoted to period drama. "Sometimes I'll ask myself: 'How come I've appeared in wing collars so many times?'" he says. "Or I'll go: 'Enough! No more breeches!' And I'll worry that when they come to write my obituary it'll simply say: 'He wore assorted hats from the past.'" He laughs and fiddles with his fag packet to illustrate its shocking lack of case-like qualities. This is going well.

Better than I expected, in fact. He took some persuading to do this interview. I was warned not to ask any personal questions because he wouldn't answer them. For protection, it seems, a press officer sits in on our conversation. Truly, one of the least asked questions in showbiz is: "Did you read about that Jeremy Northam in Heat?"

But he's not awkward or difficult or evasive - far from it. Don't believe all you don't read in Heat. It's true, he has difficulty spitting out the word "celebrity". But he explains his private nature like this: "Other actors embrace their - if we must use the term - celebrity with great energy and dedication. That's their choice. But I've always worked on the principle that the less you know about the man you see on screen, the better you're able to understand what he's trying to do with the role he's playing."

A photo-shoot in Hello! would only complicate matters, he says - adding that this is probably the only time "Hello!" and "complicate" have ever appeared in the same sentence.

Let's establish what we do know about Jeremy Northam. He's 46 years old. Back when he willingly supplied personal information to journalists, they'd write up his age wrongly. Then there was the time, interviewed on location in Saffron Burrows' caravan, that an enthusiasm for over-groomed pop fools the Backstreet Boys was attributed to him, merely because one of their albums happened to be lying around. That sort of scurrilous untruth can be damaging for a man.

His film roles (wing collars) include Emma as Mr Knightly, plus Carrington, An Ideal Husband, The Winslow Boy, Enigma, Possession and Gosford Park, in which he played the matinee idol Ivor Novello. But he's not sporting wing collars today, being dressed in blazer and jeans with a three-day growth roughening his own matinee good looks, and his newest work and the reason we're talking is contemporary - terrifyingly so.

Fiona's Story is a BBC Scotland drama about a father of three young girls arrested for downloading images of sexually abused children. At first his wife stands by him. "Right," she says, "I've drawn up two columns: one for the people we'll tell when you go to court - if you go; one for the people we'll tell now." But as the case drags, cracks appear in his story, and in the Farrow & Ball artifice of their happy home. As Fiona and Simon, Gina McKee and Northam are brilliant, with our man delivering a bravura performance full of delusion, selfishness and cynical manipulation. He's a "miserable little creep," according to his wife, who demands to know: "What kind of man are you? Why are you doing this to us - why?"

The drama was filmed in Glasgow although the family and their world had to be made English because, according to Beeb Scotland, the law north of the border wouldn't have allowed for as much re- bailing of Northam's character. The shoot was short and intense.

"I didn't like Simon," Northam says, "and I was relieved when it was all over."

So what attracts an actor to the part of a man potentially involved in child porn? The model-plane painter precision required in finely drawing the character, being careful to avoid big clumsy strokes. Northam, you will have gathered, is an actor who takes his job very seriously.

"I didn't like Simon, but I made it the brief to myself not to condemn him," he adds. "You never really know what it is he's done. So that was the challenge of playing him."

Northam "made it the brief" to himself. He's very careful in his use of language, thinking for a while before deciding he's "sanguine" about always being offered period roles - then using words like "whilst", which perhaps tells you why they come his way. Finally, he admits that unlike Simon and the rest of the western world he doesn't own a computer. "I'm uncomfortable with the notion that there's this parallel universe - a virtual world where people are free to say or be whatever they want." And do his friends slag him off for this old-world viewpoint? "Of course."

Northam has played a lot of men who only communicated by quill pen: Sir Robert Morton, Sir Robert Chiltern, Randolph Henry Ash and Beacus Penrose. Grand names, all of them. But he's also played a man called Lane Woolwrap and another called Dean Martin (the Dino). Hollywood affords him the scope to impersonate gangsters and gay convicts; here, the assumption is he's posh.

I'm very proud of the fact I didn't go to public school," he says. "My parents began their family in the 1950s when there was rationing. We never had a lot of money or a decent car or fancy holidays but our home was solid, affectionate and hard-working and there was always music around."

Northam talks with great pride about his parents, who were both professors at Cambridge University. Again without prompting, he mentions the death of his mother and a story I knew, about how he soldiered on in a play. Then comes one I didn't know: the next time he was due to open on the stage, his father died. He says he's never previously admitted to an unfortunate incident with a photographer trying to take his picture while he was rushing to his mother's bedside. When his father passed away, and his first-night reviews said he was "too angry", he decided that the show-must-go-on maxim was bunk.

Though he doesn't phrase it like this, both deaths probably held back his career. His mother's stopped him moving to Hollywood; his father's caused him to withdraw from the running to play James Bond. But there are no regrets, not even about missing out on 007.

"Daniel [Craig] is a fantastic Bond," he says. "I always saw him as a dangerous man, someone who'd enjoy all the sex and killing." Can't he do that? "Yes, but I'd come across as creepy. Good luck to Daniel, although I do wonder: can he walk down the street anymore?"

Clearly Northam values his privacy. In his career, leading ladies have included Gwyneth Paltrow, Uma Thurman, Sandra Bullock, Sharon Stone and Cate Blanchett. In real life... well, that's another story, and one that Northam isn't keen to share. So now is the time to close the lid and clasp it shut like a cigarette case. To say any more would, as he says, detract from the mystique.

Okay, I'm in!

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 11:31:56 GMT

In order to get my solo-writing back into gear, which I haven't done in, god... more than a year now, I'm jumping on the bandwagon.

Request a drabble. If the prompt inspires me, you might get more than 100 words. Which I'm hoping. But we'll see. Name a pup (alone or with someone else, in game canon or otherwise) and, if you want to, name a setting or situation or a prompt word/phrase/required inclusion, and I shall drabble you.

Est pup: Jeremy Northam

Citadel: Antonio Banderas, Ashley Judd, Tom Sturridge

Cuba Street: Antonio Banderas

Not Affiliated muses: Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Xanatos (Star Wars TPM).

You may also try other pups/characters from fandoms/shows/movies or rpgs you know I write or am into. If I can't do it, I'll let you know.

A PSA for gmail users...

Thu, 28 Aug 2008 11:14:16 GMT

Especially those of you who use public WiFi (or unsecure private WiFi) to access Gmail.

You really should turn on the option in your settings that says "Always use SSL".

Here's why.

If you use the Gmail notifier it'll cause problems at first, but you'll find instructions on how to fix the gmail notifier in the "Learn more" link in your settings next to the "Always us SSL" option.

This vulnerability exists for most other social networking sites and web email apps as well, but at least Google offers a fix.