reanbeanmachine | gross au

[It really is quite endearing, this transformation. He walks back to his desk while Siegfried strips, leaning against it to watch and gesturing for him to come forward when he's done getting naked.

He's a handsome young man, easy enough on the eyes. That's a bonus, but not a requirement.

He runs his fingers along Siegfried's jaw, down his neck, finding one of his nipples and tweaking it thoughtfully.]

[He's doing exactly as he's ordered, so why does he feels unsettled? He doesn't know. He doesn't know about pleasure, either, not really, so he's confused at his own half-arousal, at the heat in his face as it's flushed pink.

Something feels wrong. Being looked at this way feels wrong, and he doesn't understand. It's like there's something just out of reach in the back of his mind -- a nebulous idea that things should be different. Have been different? But he can't remember anything like this. He's only just created, so how could there have been anything? And yet he has the disquieting feeling that he's felt hands on his skin before, only so much softer. So much more affectionate -- and what's the point of that?]

...What should I do?

[He feels restless and that's not right. He's a little dizzy.]

[He gets the barest raise of an eyebrow at the question. Osborne has to wonder, is it nervousness, eagerness, or something else prompting the question? It hardly matters now, he supposes.

He steps away from the desk, around Siegfried to place a hand on his shoulder, leaning forward to murmur into his ear.]

Now you lean across my desk and try to keep standing.

[He gives Siegfried a little push, forward and then to bend him over. Not particularly forceful, almost guiding, but not with any warmth or gentleness. All this is deliberate control.]

[He doesn't resist the push, but he can't seem to banish the fuzzy sense of wrongness. The voice in his ear makes him shudder, and he can't tell if it's a good or bad feeling. What he can tell is that he's a little bit cold, and nervous in a way that's foreign to this new existence.

He doesn't know to feel exposed. He has no clue that a couple of months ago he would have fought this like an angry cat. His flush is still creeping down his neck, bright against his skin, and he rests his head in his arms on the desk to think. What is going on here? Why does he feel so strange? It's not knowing what's bothering him that's more upsetting than the feeling itself.]

[Nut really caring what Siegfried is feeling about this Osborne runs his fingers down from his neck, along his spine, over his ass. There he pauses, spreads his ass cheeks and contemplates.]

Reach into the top drawer on your left, pass me the bottle of lotion.

[It's there in handy reach for another pretty young man who visits his office, albeit one more willing than this doll. And satisfying as taking Siegfried roughly would be, he wants to see him shiver. There's something enticing about the knowledge that this obedient creature could be docile and moan sweetly for him when the personality he once possessed would have done anything but.]

["Crow" is a person who talks a lot, talks fast, and always has something silly or sarcastic on the tip of his tongue. "Siegfried" has nothing useful to say, so he says nothing, though he flinches, breath hitching, at the fingers down his spine. He opens the drawer and finds the bottle without looking, hands it over with no protest or question about what's happening.

Internally he's got questions, but it's not his place to voice them. He's just here to obey, so any weird, unexplained feelings of trepidation should be ignored.]

[Osborne strokes his hip in silent praise, taking the bottle and slicking his fingers with the contents.

He's quite experienced, so while he's not deeply gentle in pressing a large finger into Siegfried, he's also prefectly meticulous, careful enough not to cause harm. His other hand is sliding back up Siegfried's spine, slow and intimate as he stretches him, assessing coolly how much time he should take on this before he judges the man sufficiently prepared. While he's at it, he's certainly going to finger Siegfried's ass with the full intention of teasing his prostate.]

[He can't remember past experiences, so he doesn't expect it -- not the weird invasive pressure, and certainly not the spike of pleasure. It makes him gasp, jumping in surprise as his breathing gets steadily faster.]

[Osborne doesn't pause. His methodical attention is expert and also quite relentless. Though he starts to speak again.]

How does that feel?

[Like he doesn't fucking know,]

Mm-- It's good...

[It feels good in a way he wasn't anticipating and doesn't know how to deal with. But it's also... weird. Definitely weird. It's nice but it's making him feel so disoriented and lost. He doesn't understand why it's happening, and he definitely doesn't understand why it's making him feel so much like he wants to scramble over the desk to hide from it, when he also can't help leaning into it.

He's panting, whimpering, and burying his face in his arms, a gesture that comes from a place he doesn't recognise. He shouldn't know embarrassment. But he's got enough of a real person in him to do some things on instinct.]

[The reactions are interesting. Not entirely a blank doll, but still, hat itself is good too. Someone with no reactions at all would be boring.]

Don't hide the noises you wish to make.

[He commands is casually, as he adds more fingers to this. He's not going to take too long, but he will enjoy resting his hand on the back of Crow's neck as he fingers him, listening to his whines of pleasure.]

[Just hearing that order gets a noise out of him -- there's something oddly thrilling about it, the total confidence in the voice telling him what to do. He can't help being attracted to it, just because there's nothing about himself he's confident in. There's nothing he's hard on himself about either, it's just that everything is so empty and uncertain that it's hard to have conviction about anything -- he doesn't even have an identity to have pride in. Someone else's surety is grounding, in a world where Siegfried has nothing much to hold onto.

It's not banishing the weird feelings, though. Those persist, confusing in their strength, leaving him wondering if there's something inside of him he's not aware of. Why, if it feels so good, is it making his chest clench? It's like there's a thought just out of reach. But chasing an unknown thought is kind of secondary to the physical sensations right now, so he's not trying very hard. He's just getting progressively louder, as pleasure warms him over and jolts up his spine, until he feels weak in the knees and needs to lean harder on the top of the desk to avoid slipping.]

[It's adorable honestly. Osborne pulls his fingers out of Siegfried, presses down on the young man's neck where his fingers hold him, and lines his cock to the boy's ass.

He takes him in one stroke, firmly, a little too hard, nothing about it anything but absolutely sure of himself, and he pauses only briefly to let him get used to it before he's fucking him. It's not a gentle fuck, rough and a little overwhelming. Using Siegfried like his property, for Osborne is his master, but he can make even that feel good, and he fully intends to hear the boy scream and moan like a wanton slut before he's satisfied.]

[He can't move but he does jolt at the feeling of being taken, crying out in mixed pleasure and pain and trembling as he adjusts to it. It stings, but not that badly -- not nearly badly enough to keep it from being incredible. The roughness is a lot but he has no frame of reference to tell him it should be any other way. He only has how it feels, which is mind-numbingly good.

Osborne is treated to all the moans and hiccuping breaths he wants (and so is anyone in the hall, honestly). He's still got his face buried in one arm, but the other is sliding across the desk, fingers splayed and pressed hard against the wood. It's hard to think so it's easy to ignore the formless sense of wrongness turning his stomach.]

[He will pound Siegfried's ass until he's satisfied the man can't even think, and then some. Nice thing at his age is stamina is not an issue, he can and does continue for A While, fingers digging into the back of Siegfried's neck, relentless in taking his pleasure of him.

He aims to make him come from this, just this, no other touches, no kind stroking of his cock. Only when Siegfried is spent does Osborne release inside him, quite sated.]

[Somewhere in the middle of it he's started to cry. He doesn't know why and he's too wrapped up in pleasure to think about it, but it's happening. It's that weird distressed part of him leaking out, and it feels like an unknown entity trying to climb out of the back of his mind.

He has the urge to call someone's name, but he doesn't know what name it is. Instead he just makes increasingly higher pitched and more desperate noises, as his body begs for release. Even after he finds it he's not quiet -- his overwhelmed moans trail off into soft, breathless whines, and he just can't stop shaking. It's a little too much. He doesn't have enough sense of self to know what to do with this feeling, so he's stuck on the physical, feeling every electric spark on his tired nerves.

When he's no longer being held down he slides off the desk onto the floor, sticky and a little nauseous at the full feeling and the sensation of come sliding out of him. As he comes down from the high he's noticing his own tears, and suddenly they've gone from a slight burn to a steady roll down his face. He's confused. He doesn't know where it's coming from and frankly that's really frightening, so he wipes at his face with the heels of his palms, willing the mysterious sadness to go away.]

[Osborne leans down enough to wipe his fingers over Siegfried's cheek. Interesting. The tears don't seem to be from physical distress. So some part of Crow exists, but not consciously.

This has proven both enlightening and pleasurable. He wipes off his dick with a handkerchief and straightens up, returning to his chair.]

Clean up when you recover.

...Yes, sir.

[He feels so weird. Tired and satisfied but also miserable for reasons he can't even begin to understand. He gathers himself quickly enough, though, and eventually uses his coat to wipe himself down, gets back into his bodysuit, and with an embarrassment that feels foreign slinks out of the room to go shower and do the laundry.

He'll continue to have that conflict, but he'll also continue to be agreeable. In fact the longer he lives as Siegfried the less he cares about the weird feeling. Sex feels great and he doesn't have any issue being used. He's shamelessly into it, sometimes initiating on his own, always eating it up with wanton abandon.

He's like that for a year. But then he meets Rean Schwarzer, and a bitter anger starts to build in him. He doesn't know why, but he wants to lash out at Rean, and he does, with bursts of violence breaking his cold, polite demeanor. Back home he's more aggressive too, in following orders and in a desperate sort of desire. When he's full of pleasure he doesn't have to think about how unstable he feels, or the flashes of confusing memory he keeps getting when facing Rean.

Eventually, Osborne's plans come to fruition. Rean is consumed by the demon inside him, and Crow remembers who he is. He tries to protect Rean, but in the end they're both captured, Rean dragged off to be magically restrains while Crow is deposited in that familiar office, thrown on the floor in handcuffs. He's so angry. He's furious enough to burst, so much so there's no room for fear.]

I'm going to kill you.

[Having Siegfried to relieve his stress has certainly been enjoyable, and more accessible then a busy Rufus. Still, there's something good about having Crow back, with that hate in his eyes.

And Osborne is somewhat frustrated right now. Things are going to plan, but that does mean his son is in a state. He's let Cedric handle Rean and he's well aware that the prince isn't going to be gentle. It's a shame, but not a problem. But here, Crow is convenient for taking out some of his lingering feelings on.

He presses the toe of his boot to Crow's cheek.]

Yes. That went so for you last time.

[He leans away from that boot, glaring daggers at Osborne and trying to get up off the ground. He's never been so angry in his life. He's about ready to set the whole building aflame.]

I'll do it til it works. You're going to get buried even if I have to come back from the dead a thousand times!

That would be a most interesting experiment.

[He reaches down and drags Crow up by the hair, tossing him facedown over his desk.]

[He's been in that position more than enough times to know what's coming. But he's not eager this time -- instead he's struggling, resisting being pulled up and trying to get off the desk as soon as he's put there. It's hard in handcuffs but Crow's a motivated guy.]

Don't you dare touch me! I'll rip it off!

How lively.

[Osborne is a lot bigger and stronger, shoving Crow down with little effort despite his lively struggles.]

It's been a year of this, I wonder if your body will betray you by enjoying it like it always has?

Fuck off, creep.

[He can't be sure that won't happen, so he's not going to deny it and be proved wrong. But that won't stop him. No amount of pain or humiliation will ever, ever stop him from taking his revenge, especially now that he's got so much more to take revenge for.]

[Osborne just smiles at the back of Crow's head and yanks his pants down. No reason to prepare Crow or pretend at any consideration now, and it hasn't been that long, the boy should take him well enough.

He'll hold Crow down by his neck as he prepares himself, stroking his own cock between Crow's thighs.]

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