Day 265 - Friday, September 12th

[papalobo]

[A Chinese man who is definitely a mature adult and not a teenager checks in to the Hyatt, one of their more exclusive rooms, along with his half-white half brother who is also certainly not a teenager and most definitely not the notorious gang leader wanted on suspicion of a September 11th New York City bombing in retaliation for an angry rogue sect of anti-American zealots.

The entire suite floor has been rented out, and it requires a special key card in the elevator and on the stairs to enter that floor. But they can rent one of the still very luxe rooms directly beneath.

A familiar white limo is in the car garage, though the opportunity to gawk or investigate is slim, between the security cameras and live guards.

There's still no contact from Max, but the Department of Homeland Security has become involved, and has begun to enter Ash's territory with intent to arrest any known figures within his gang to bring in for questioning.]

Day 284, Wednesday, Oct 1st

Comments

[jadedlynx]

[ Ash pulls away. After the 'offers', he doesn't tolerate much touch that isn't necessary.

Yeah, he was loathsome old coot. ]

[papalobo]

[He can only move so far. The touch is insistent.]

Lesotho's royalty knew about it and never reported it. Isn't that just awful? I bet they hate you for not carrying on the tradition...

[jadedlynx]

They'll recover.

[papalobo]

[He continues groping Ash's face, waiting to see when he stops trying to pull away and accept that it's happening.]

But you're a big boy now.

[jadedlynx]

[ He doesn't stop until there's no room to pull away. ]

Special powers or not, there are things you're not allowed to do during interrogation. You're crossing the line into one of them.

[papalobo]

You think you know a lot about the rules, huh?

[His girthy form casts a round, dark shadow over him as he closes in, continuing to stroke his face, his hair.]

[jadedlynx]

I think I have two brain cells so get your hands off me before I yell stranger danger.

[ Why is there this kind of annoyance even in lockup. ]

[papalobo]

[Down his neck, over his shoulders.]

I like 'em loud.

[jadedlynx]

[ Finally, both hands came to slap his away. Cuffed, he has no choice but to use both. Then, Ash is trying to shoulder past him. ]

I'll be sure to add that line in the report.

[papalobo]

[The hands on his shoulders quickly close in on his neck, trying to slam him forward onto the table.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Hands catch himself in time to keep from hitting it face first even as he curses himself for taking a relative dose of safety for granted. They hadn't treated him with kid gloves, but they hadn't really gotten very physical. Men have offered but none pushed. ]

What the hell?! Keep your hands off me!

[papalobo]

[The man moves to push against his hips, to try to keep him pinned enough to the table to keep from getting any leverage.]

Either you confess something useful enough people listen to you, or, since we're gonna decide you're a lying sack of shit, I give you one more attention-seeking thing to go lie about. Discredit a bunch of your boyfriend's stories too, why don't we? Make talk about this your MO...

[jadedlynx]

I've told you the truth about everything, you perverted asshole!

[ Ash isn't easy to push down though with the angle, a strong enough man might manage with enough fight. He's already lost leverage. ]

You think they'll think I'm lying when they come in here and find you over me like this?! What the hell is your excuse going to be?!

[ His leg kicks out at the man. ]

[papalobo]

[He laughs, using his weight to lean hard over him, a stomach roll pressing into the small of Ash's back as he tightens the grip with both meaty hands around his throat, though he lets go enough in between taunts to let him laugh, to let Ash know it's not about silencing him. After all, he likes them loud.]

I'll get off you when I'm good and finished. Now be good or I'll have to make excuses for the bruises on your pretty little self.

[jadedlynx]

Yeah, are you going to write that the inmate didn't spread his legs fast enough for you?!

[ For the first time, there's fear in his voice. ]

[papalobo]

Maybe I'll tell 'em the pretty little doll tried to insist I pull his string before he talks? You know. [His hips roll in time with the song, mockingly as he reaches with one hand to pull at Ash's pants.] A sweet and yummy can-dy bar~

[jadedlynx]

[ The gasp is full of fear and beyond that, shame. The man is right. The word of a cop will overwrite the word of a man being held as prisoner. Again, somebody with power is using that power, and he'll be blamed for crying wolf. His history will come into question and his story will come into even more doubt.

He's 7 again. In the police station. If they didn't belief an innocent kid, what chance did he have now. ]

Stop.

[ He doesn't want this. He doesn't want those hands on him. Ash doesn't want what he knows will come next. ]

[papalobo]

Your usual song and dance.

[The man is calm, confident; this is surely not his first time taking advantage of his position. He sways playfuly as he lowers his fly and then gives a laughing smack to Ash's exposed white backside.]

Go on. Yell 'Stranger Danger.'

[jadedlynx]

Help!

[ If they come in now, they'd have to believe him. He's bent over a table with their pants down. The handcuffs are on. ]

Help me!

[ Ash doesn't want to be raped. Not again. Not anymore. ]

[papalobo]

[Laughter echoes as he works down his pants further, bending over Ash's body and whispering behind his ear.]

They can't he~ar you.

[jadedlynx]

Help!

[ His voice raises louder. Maybe the man is bluffing. Surely there have to be guards somewhere.

Unless intentionally left. Ash yells not out of hope but desperation. ]

[papalobo]

[The man's tongue traces along his neck as if tasting the despair and hopelessness that oozes off of him.]

[jadedlynx]

Get off me!

[ It's a choked yell without any real physical struggle behind it. The helplessness hits just as hard as the intention, but if he fights and the man fights back, it's Ash who looks bad.

He hates it. ]

Stop it!

[papalobo]

You'd think if you really hated this, you'd work on being less of a looker.

[His upper body pushes down hard into him, feeling that hot writhing beneath him as his length pushes up against his naked backside.]

I saw how much you used to go for a night. What. A. Job. Perk.

[jadedlynx]

You're no better than him!

[ Ash grits his teeth. It's going to hurt. He knows what comes next and it's going to hurt. ]

You're the same kind of sick pervert!