Testing, testing!
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wednesday100 once again, and today's theme is tests, investigations, experiments of every sort. I found it quite inspiring.
I wrote this stand-alone drabble:
Pet Project
And also these continuations of my earlier Hooker!Lex drabble in which Lex is a rebellious teenager and Clark is a grownup who should know better:
Unknown Variables
"I want to try something new," the john said.
This was fine with Lex. It was all a grand experiment to him anyway, turning tricks, seeing how much he could get away with.
He didn't mind the spanking, but the dialogue the guy wanted to hear---"Punish me, Daddy, I've been a dirty boy!"--struck a little too close to home.
He thought a refund and blowjob would mollify him, but apparently not. Beefy hands tightened around his throat, cutting off his breath.
This was the problem with experiments, he realized. You never knew how they were going to end.
Safety Protocols
It was just a test, a way to hone his abilities--so Clark told himself--and it worked, too. Now whenever he thought of Lex, his hearing would home right in on him.
Clark listened to history reports and phone conversations and noises the boy made while getting fucked.
When he heard the gurgling, he was off like a shot.
At the motel, he sent the john flying, gathered Lex's limp body in his arms and wrapped him in his cape.
In the air, the boy regained consciousness. "Where am I?"
Clark tightened his hold on him. "You're somewhere safe."
And I still have more ideas, but I'm trying not to go too insane. *g*
wednesday100 once again, and today's theme is tests, investigations, experiments of every sort. I found it quite inspiring.I wrote this stand-alone drabble:
Pet Project
And also these continuations of my earlier Hooker!Lex drabble in which Lex is a rebellious teenager and Clark is a grownup who should know better:
Unknown Variables
"I want to try something new," the john said.
This was fine with Lex. It was all a grand experiment to him anyway, turning tricks, seeing how much he could get away with.
He didn't mind the spanking, but the dialogue the guy wanted to hear---"Punish me, Daddy, I've been a dirty boy!"--struck a little too close to home.
He thought a refund and blowjob would mollify him, but apparently not. Beefy hands tightened around his throat, cutting off his breath.
This was the problem with experiments, he realized. You never knew how they were going to end.
Safety Protocols
It was just a test, a way to hone his abilities--so Clark told himself--and it worked, too. Now whenever he thought of Lex, his hearing would home right in on him.
Clark listened to history reports and phone conversations and noises the boy made while getting fucked.
When he heard the gurgling, he was off like a shot.
At the motel, he sent the john flying, gathered Lex's limp body in his arms and wrapped him in his cape.
In the air, the boy regained consciousness. "Where am I?"
Clark tightened his hold on him. "You're somewhere safe."
And I still have more ideas, but I'm trying not to go too insane. *g*
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Date: 2004-03-03 02:37 pm (UTC)But I do want to write more of this. Lex makes such a tasty hooker.