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It plays out almost as if it were in slow-motion, the way Mr. Lockhart proceeds to faint in the middle of the grand dining hall. From the blood dripping miraculously from his nose as if on cue, to the lowering of his eyelids as he gradually begins to lose all sense of self and balance, until finally the bothersome young executive's back is to the ground and the boy is merely lost to the world, taking a number of his patrons' dishes along with him in a loud resounding clatter.
However, this is but a mere inconvenience to Director Volmer. An interrupted meal and a few disgruntled patients are nothing compared to the pure gratification he gains from the continued dismantling of Lockhart's mental and physical capabilities as the younger man sinks further and further into a madness of his own making.
And yet, it truly is a pity really, to be forced to resort to such drastic measures in Lockhart's case. For originally, he had opted for a much more humane approach when tasked with the problem that Lockhart had posed; for the man to simply become enchanted by the castle's grounds, to fall under the mountain's spell, and to enjoy the many delights that his retreat has to offer like all those who came before him.
But Lockhart wasn't like his other patients. He didn't come needing an escape from the fear of old age and his own mortality. No, the boy was young and hungry, a shark in his own right, that came to his castle for one purpose, and one alone - to apprehend his superior, Mr. Pembroke, and take him back to the urban jungle from whence they came.
He was a desperate, irritable, little thing, and no amount of coaxing could convince him to stray from his path whatsoever. He was a man on a mission after all, and men like that could never be reasoned with even if they knew that it was for their own good.
And so, if Lockhart could not accept the absolute heaven he had to offer, than it was hell that he would give him in it's stead.
And hell - hell came in the form of water. The very means for the cure. For as Lockhart had continued to ingest his fill of it he had unknowingly allowed it's toxins to ravage his mind and body, exceeding expectations altogether as he promptly began to succumb to it's effects at an almost alarming rate.
But it comes at no surprise, however, given how overwhelmingly career-minded Lockhart has been in accordance to both his staff, and from what he could gather during their first official meeting with one another. And so, Volmer can rightfully assume that all his energy prior to his stay at the institute has all been focused on his practice - always business it seems, and never pleasure. And truly, what a shame that is, for the boy probably hasn't had a good night's rest, nor even a proper meal, in ages.
Maybe it is the so-called 'American Dream' that has caused the boy to lead such a thankless life. For him to work day in and day out in the vain hope that he'll be able to make something of himself only for the powers that be to cruelly deny him of his wish.
Perhaps it is his safe delivery of Pembroke back to New York that is his only chance to do so - to climb that metaphorical ladder to the top; which is why he has become so desperate in his retrieval of the man with every day that passses him by. And that, coupled with traumas, both past and present, that he has yet to learn the exact details of, has caused a monumentous amount of both stress and pressure to loom over Lockhart like an overbearing cloud.
And for that, the only solution to this particular ailment that he can prescribe is for the young stockbroker to fall under a complete state of mental and physical collapse. To surrender to his own body's misgivings as a way to heal and recover from assumedly years of putting his job first before his health, as well as coping with the near-microscopic baby eels that are currently swimming around inside of him, feeding off of him like any other parasite would as they continue to writhe and wriggle into every crevice of his feeble body.
Truly, in this regard, he is doing Lockhart a favor. Giving the boy the very means to heal, and to enjoy the rest of what little life he has left to spend on this wretched earth in paradise. In a perfect world, Lockhart would be getting down on his knees before him to express his profuse gratitude for allowing him to live for this long after the young man had decided to be an outright nuisance as soon as he had stepped foot onto his castle's grounds.
However, he doubts Lockhart would ever do such a thing out of his own free will. But in time - he will. As do all who come to frequent his halls for one thing or another. Minds can, and will be broken here, and he will happily break Lockhart down until all the man knows is complete and utter surrender. A picture of obedience under his gracious tutelage, perfect to mold as he sees fit.
But, speaking of the water itself, it is not to be taken lightly, especially not in this stage of Lockhart's treatment, and so it is fortunate for both Lockhart's sake, and his own, for that matter, that the boy has already begun to languish under its influence in such a timely manner.
Nevertheless, at the given spectacle of Lockhart's rather disruptive fainting spell, Volmer promptly addresses the situation to his patients, assuring each and every one of them that the young man is going to be alright as he then excuses himself from his party so that he may perform his duties as Lockhart's acting physician.
Making his way around the table, he immediately notices his beloved Hannah in the crowd, fiddling with her fingers anxiously as she gazes down upon the unconscious Lockhart as the young man lies in the very mess he had so wrought.
She should most certainly go back and finish the rest of her meal, to not concern herself with the likes of Lockhart, but her wide eyes and furrowed brows make it clear to him that she is...worried for the boy. And that simply would not do.
He did not work this long and this hard for some entitled brat with a deathwish to get in his way. For Lockhart to whisk his daughter away without a moment's notice so that she could get the fairytale ending of her dreams. Never was she meant for anyone but himself. Perhaps if his sister had not perished all those years ago, things would have turned out quite differently. But the past is the past, and Hannah was his one and only chance to rewind the clock, so to speak. She was the spitting image of her mother after all.
Not wanting to think more on the fact that his Hannah could have possibly garnered feelings for this troublesome boy who has so rudely intruded upon their eden, Volmer gives his darling daughter a comforting smile nonetheless, and puts her mind at ease by saying once more that Lockhart will be just fine as he then motions for her to return to her seat.
She still looks down at Lockhart with the same worried expression on her face however, but says no more on the subject as she then makes her way back to her chair and sits down to finish the rest of her dinner like the good girl that she is.
With that out of the way, Volmer kneels down onto the checkered tiles, propping Lockhart's head up in one hand, while using the other to simply get a feel for the boy's forehead. It's dry, no sign of sweat whatsoever, yet feverish all the same; a clear symptom of dehydration, which means - the eels are doing exactly what they were bred to do.
Reveling in this small victory, Volmer chuckles to himself, and pats the boy's cheek - only to then be caught off guard by the way Lockhart unconsciously leans into his palm.
The boy grimaces, as if he knows exactly who is touching him in this moment, but nevertheless finds peace as the heaving of Lockhart's chest subsides, and the curl of his lip relaxes, allowing his mouth to become slack as a result.
This small action, however, soon becomes a detriment to the doctor's usual clear-minded focus as he swiftly comes to the upsetting conclusion as to why his daughter might be so fascinated with the lowly stockbroker to begin with as it is the word 'beautiful' that immediately comes to mind as Volmer all too quickly begins to notice all the reasons as to why his Hannah could fall for such a man.
It's as if he has been trying to deny it all this time, and now he is helpless to the knowledge that he now possesses when he properly observes the boy's sleeping form. From the curl of his long lashes as they lay dormant against his cheek, to that pretty pink mouth of his, supple and parted, just asking to be kissed, Volmer begrudgingly has to admit that why yes, Lockhart was quite an attractive young man indeed.
Like a prince in a fairytale he came to his castle, using his charms to undoubtedly win over his dearest charge so that he could then take advantage of her innocence for his own gain. Pretending to be nice to her, so to speak, so that he may sneak about unnoticed and accomplish his mission only to then leave no doubt in the dead of night and break his little lamb's poor fragile heart. Oh yes, he understands the dynamic between the two of them all too well.
For a young girl who has never had friends before nor even seen another her own age, who wouldn't fall for someone who had Lockhart's appeal? Even if Lockhart were average, at best, she would still swoon over the boy. But as it turns out, that is very much not the case - and now, here Lockhart lays, neither a prince nor a champion in his own right, as he takes the place of Dornröschen instead. A sleeping beauty awaiting true love's kiss to wake him from his slumber.
But love was nowhere to be found in Lockhart's case, for there were no princes nor princesses that could give such a thing - at least, not with any merit, that is. No one to rescue him, and spirit him away, back to the comforts of America. There was only a lonely baron who haunts these halls, and unlike the version of the story that he has read to Hannah on many an occasion, the original text is what comes to mind when he glances down at the sleeping man before him.
But before this particular train of thought can go any further, Volmer becomes awfully aware that he is still surrounded by the watchful eye of his patients, and it wouldn't do to continue pondering on Lockhart's damning good looks lest he find it hard to control himself from ravaging the boy on the spot and ruin the facade that he had so tirelessly crafted for a bout of shameless lust.
Shaking his head to deter these intrusive thoughts from continuing to plague his mind, Volmer retrieves a napkin and dutifully wipes away the residual blood from his patient's nose and lip. He smiles to himself as he does this, knowing that if Lockhart were awake, he wouldn't even be able to lay so much as a finger on him without the boy glaring up at him in his usual manner.
And so, taking advantage of this rare opportunity for what it is, Volmer scoops Lockhart up into his arms - carrying the young executive's unconscious body with the utmost care as he gradually makes his way to his own private office.
Yes, of course he could have easily had an orderly do the job in his stead, seeing as it is not customary for a baron such as himself to do such menial things. But - be that as it may, he has a role to play. A kind, dutiful doctor who wants nothing more than to provide the very best care he can bring to his poor, naive patients, and so Volmer does what he deems is necessary to ensure his image is not tarnished in the slightest whilst in their company.
Besides, if not for this, Volmer would probably never feel the way that he does at this very moment as he now finds himself somewhat conflicted much to his own surprise. As amused as he is by being able to compare Lockhart to a feather, a part of the director can't help but feel overly concerned over the mere fact that Lockhart hardly weighs a thing in his arms, proving the very assumptions he had made beforehand about his young patient correct.
It's obvious the man hasn't been taking care of himself. Hasn't adhered to a good diet, nor taken the necessary precautions to build up his own immune system, which has made him all the more susceptible to his own manipulations and the water's properties as a whole.
With all this in mind, this very same part of Volmer almost sympathizes with the boy for how easily he has fallen, and yet he has no time to deal out pity. Not at a time like this. It was already too late for poor, deluded Lockhart.
And although he too may care for Lockhart in a way, as a doctor does for his patient, it is a voluntary bond that binds him to this foolish boy. A bond that can easily be broken at any given moment, to be discarded at the drop of a hat should he cause so much as an inkling of trouble - and Lockhart has most certainly dealt his fair share.
But even so, after all of Lockhart's trespasses against him, Volmer's pity for the boy will no doubt linger long after Lockhart is dead and gone - his very essence all that remains of the executive's own sad existence, purified forevermore within the blue vial that he keeps close in hand, until, eventually, even that too will disappear in time, and so will Lockhart's mark on this very earth.
No one will remember him. No one will even miss him. And soon enough, the young stockbroker will cease to exist.
-
Upon settling his patient down onto the exam table, Volmer proceeds to prep his station, gathering all the instruments that he needs to properly survey Lockhart in his given state, before he rolls a stool beside said table and unbuttons the sleeping man's shirt until his chest is completely bare to his observant gaze.
It's standard procedure, of course. Nothing out of the ordinary as Volmer proceeds to listen in on Lockhart's rather increased heartrate, checking the man's vitals as he then looks for any other irregularities that he should immediately be aware of. After getting the results he needs, Volmer scribbles his diagnosis of Lockhart's condition - who continues to remain undisturbed by even the slightest of sounds made by his own writing - before the doctor clicks his pen shut and places the boy's case file onto the accompanying metal tray for safekeeping.
It's one of those rare occasions that Lockhart has been in such a relaxed state. Given the younger man's rather insolent nature prior to his accident that he had so arrogantly displayed whilst in the midst of a rampage consisting of interrogating both his staff and disturbing his guests, the past three days have been such a breath of fresh air. However, it seems Mr. Lockhart is back to his old ways already.
But no matter, for now Lockhart is officially a guest here. He is a patient. And with that, Lockhart will never be allowed to leave. He cannot escape. His plans to retrieve Mr. Pembroke have been thwarted, and unbeknownst to him, as of this very moment, he will be left in Volmer's care for the remainder of his days.
And what bliss that is, for he has not seen a face such as his in quite some time.
A face he could use, that is.
A face...he could find pleasure in.
And when Volmer's leering gaze flits to and from the exposed skin of Lockhart's chest peeking through the lapels of his unbuttoned shirt to the boy's pink, almost red, lips once more, Volmer, despite his best wishes, can't help but feel himself grow aroused by the very image of the sleeping man lying before him.
For nothing, absolutely nothing, could compare to his beloved Hannah. Her long brown hair, so soft like silk when he'd braid her hair. Her pale skin, so smooth, with hardly even a blemish to behold. She was perfect, and she was his, and nothing in the world could compare to the pure innocence of her beauty.
But, be that as it may, he must wait for her to blossom from her cursed girlhood, to become the very woman that his Vanessa had once been before the villagers had taken her away from him. Only then can he possibly even think of deflowering his most cherished charge. But until that time comes, Volmer must simply bide his time and patiently wait for the metamorphosis to be complete - for however long that takes.
But in the meantime...Lockhart is here. For all the inconvenience the young businessman has brought forth to his spa, his brashness, his ego, they have all given him quite a challenge, and so he must give credit where credit is due. He honestly hasn't had this much fun in ages, and although Lockhart's part in the grand scheme of things is a minor setback at most, he looks forward to the two of them coming to blows with one another as Lockhart will no doubt continue to resist his care for the time being. But as of right now, the boy is weak, vulnerable, and above all else, he is absolutely lovely in his own right - and so, who could resist such a delightful temptation such as he?
-
For all intents and purposes there would be no need to lock the door, but in doing so, it gives Director Volmer a rather deviant thrill that simply heightens his overall excitement as he then approaches his patient with a newfound purpose.
Lockhart will no doubt remain asleep. For how long, who knows? Given the sedative he had injected him with after having made his haphazard decision to abandon dinner altogether, it's about anyone's guess, really. All that matters is that the boy stays asleep for the duration of his session with him, giving Volmer all the time he needs to fully enjoy himself in this moment.
With all his attention focused back on Lockhart, Volmer leers at the younger man, hungry and rapt, his gaze all-encompassing, and cruel in the best of ways as he eyes the boy's plump lips and freckled cheeks. He wants to see that mouth of his stretch open, to see those cold blue eyes roll into the back of that pretty little head of his, but most of all - he simply wants. And that want is motivation enough for the doctor to feel the need to stake his claim over the boy, to give himself a little taste of what Lockhart may be able to offer him in Hannah's stead as his daughter continues to show no sign of maturing past her given state.
And - it's not that he has had a complete lack of potential partners to share his bed with either. No, his staff were all too willing in that regard, and, if he were to make an advance, they would swarm him and simply never let him be. But, of course, they were not worth the effort, for no one could be as desirable as his beloved Hannah.
Nevertheless, there was something about Lockhart that stood out to him. Something about him not yet tainted by the water that yearned to be brought into ruin. Perhaps it is out of jealousy of his youth, or the genuine affection given to him by Hannah? Or perhaps it is simply because Hannah likes him that is the very reason as to why he wants the boy in every which way.
For if Lockhart was good enough for his beloved daughter, then hell, the boy must be good enough for him as well.
Whatever the case, it matters not to Volmer at this time as he hastily unbuckles his belt and frees himself from the confines of his trousers. Finding his cock already half-hard and aching with need from the anticipation of what he is about to do, Volmer proceeds to wrap a hand around his throbbing length and begins to stroke. He hisses at the touch, relieved for only a moment before his twitching fingers tell him otherwise, and so he finally gives into his own primal urges and fucks the tight ring of his fist in search of instant relief. But in doing so, he gradually comes to the conclusion that merely touching himself will simply not be enough.
Til now he had merely watched Lockhart's sleeping form closely, the young man limp and unaware of the very act of perversion currently taking place, but now the doctor believes that just watching will not give him the peace that he seeks and so he can't help but feel his composure rapidly begin to slip as a result of this maddening fervor that Lockhart has wrought upon him.
It was his fault that he was even in this mess to begin with. It was his fault that he was feeling the way that he does now, so ardently desperate for release after two hundred years of abstinence, and now - Lockhart has to pay.
With that particular mindset in place and the temptation of revealing even more of Lockhart's sickly pale flesh becoming all the more enticing, it gives Volmer more than enough reason to push the envelope even further.
With a steady hand, Volmer moves to unbutton the rest of Lockhart's shirt, licking his lips as more and more skin is revealed to him until the flimsy lapels are completely undone and he shoves the offending piece of fabric back, out of the way so that his hands may have free roam to touch and tease as they so wish.
Given the sight of Lockhart's similarly freckled yet boyish chest in full, soft and pale with hardly even so much as a hair on it, Volmer reaches a hand down to run his palm along the warm, almost burning, flesh, before his fingers settle upon one of his patient's nipples and he finds the urge to toy with it far too irresistible not to do so as he begins to pebble each rosy bud until they are stiff from his touch alone.
He had hardly gotten much of a reaction from the young man thus far, had only seen him furrow his brow or shift the line of his mouth every so often with little to no sound to be heard nor said. But now, as he continues to grope him for his own amusement, Lockhart bites his lip and softly moans, bucking his hips involuntarily in his sleep as if he's never been touched before, and it only eggs Volmer on even further.
He wants to suck on them, to tease and bite at the behest of Lockhart's moans, but he begrudgingly restrains himself from doing so. No mark shall be left upon his patient's prone body, no matter how enticing it may be. This was to be left under the radar, so to speak. And although, the marks could further Lockhart's paranoia in a way, he has to leave Lockhart exactly as is; unmarred and intact.
But with that being said, with Lockhart, still vulnerable and bare to his gaze, Volmer can at least imagine littering the marks he so wants to leave all over his pale skin - pinks and purples and reds to add to the soft blank canvas - as well as all the other vile things that he could possibly do to the man in his given state.
Like to that obscene mouth of his for example, pretty and pink, just begging to be fucked. Or better yet to that puckered hole of his, unused and gone to waste no doubt with Lockhart's ambitions getting in the way of his body's needs once more.
And that simply wasn't right - Lockhart should know what true pleasure feels like before he meets his end. To be filled completely in sheer and utter bliss. To be taken again and again until he is merely just a hollow shell of what he used to be. And just in thinking as such, Volmer realizes more than anything that he wants to hear him. Hear his patient cry and scream, to moan aloud as he rips his pants off, parts his limp thighs, and fucks the sound right out of him. Just the thought of Lockhart waking up to find him fucking the daylights out of him makes him throb and drip profusely in his hand, but - no, yet again, he must restrain himself - he must.
As much as he would like to take advantage of this utter gift that has been bestowed upon him, he must wait until the time is right. When Lockhart is awake, present and aware, his pretty blue eyes locked with his own, only then will Volmer use the boy as he sees fit.
Restrained to a bed, Lockhart wouldn't be able to move nor escape from his clutches, but he'll know - oh he'll know exactly what is being done to him, and that's all that Volmer will ever want or need to get himself to spread those long pale legs of Lockhart's and finally thrust his cock inside, fucking the man until he is begging for him to either stop or continue, to scream from either pain or ecstasy - whatever the case matters not where Volmer is concerned for the boy will learn sooner or later to fall into line. As did Vanessa, as will Hannah, and so will Lockhart himself should he ultimately choose to use the younger man for his own pleasure.
And then, only when he is good and ready, will Volmer drive himself to the edge and come inside Lockhart, breeding the boy nice and deep until his balls are empty and he is utterly spent.
But until then, this, in turn, is enough to satiate his hunger for now. Just his hand, his wild and vivid imagination, and the image of Lockhart beneath him to bring him to his end. And with only a few more pulls of his cock, Volmer spills his seed into the palm of his hand with a tired yet oh so exhilarated smile to compliment his triumph over his young rival.
Reeling from his high, Volmer slumps over then, leaning against the examination table as he attempts to catch his breath. But as he does this, he begins to ponder the exact means to dispose of his spend as it remains sticky and wet between his fingers and the dip of his palm.
Of course he could merely wash his hands of the mess and be done with it, but soon enough a rather devious idea begins to take form, pushing all rational thought to the side as Volmer excitedly does as his lust-addled mind commands.
Parting Lockhart's lips with his thumb, Volmer pries the boy's mouth open and feeds him his come, sliding the filth down his throat until all that is left is a splattering of his essence spilt between the crease of his patient's lips. He then spreads the pearly white drop, pressing firmly against the flesh of Lockhart's plush bottom lip, before he crouches down beside the boy, leans forward, and proceeds to kiss him, licking what remains of himself from Lockhart's mouth altogether.
It's positively indecent, to be reduced to such baser instincts after centuries of absolute control, and yet, when Lockhart involuntarily responds, moving his lips against his own, Volmer finds that it is so much worth it as he sucks the boy's tongue into his mouth with a ravenous groan.
The act itself causes his cock to twitch out of renewed interest, but he decides to ignore it. He couldn't go through the effort of riling himself up again, for there wasn't enough time left for him to safely do so. Soon, Lockhart will wake, none the wiser, with only the taste of salt in his mouth a reminder of what has been done to him.
But just as he's about to stand up and make himself look presentable, Volmer notices that it is Lockhart who is now desperate and in need, as the boy's cock strains proudly against the front of his trousers. He almost wants to leave Lockhart like this, to watch him attempt to get himself off in his sleep, but he decides against being cruel for once, and grants the boy mercy. It was his doing after all that Lockhart was even in such a state to begin with, and so, taking responsibility for his own actions, Volmer reaches his still come-slick hand down under the waistband of Lockhart's boxers and tends to his patient accordingly.
As soon as his fingers so much as graze Lockhart, the boy shudders rather violently, jerking against the slide of his palm for immediate relief. He wasn't expecting Lockhart to be this responsive, and yet here the boy is, arching into his hand so needily, and making the most delicious noises in the back of his throat as Volmer sets himself back down and swallows his cries once more.
He's clearly been starved for it, the poor thing. To be touched in this way, to be used - and as Lockhart continues to unknowingly find comfort in his kisses, Volmer realizes that he simply doesn't want to just do away with the boy anymore. No, not now. Not this second, at least. Perhaps in the future when he eventually tires of him and the younger man has outgrown his use will Volmer put him down, but until then, he'd be a downright fool not to keep Lockhart around and exploit him while the young man was still in his absolute prime.
Yes, he could keep him - like a pet, perhaps. Break him down and then train him until Lockhart will simply want for nothing except for the shape of his cock ramming against his prostate on a daily basis. He'd never have to worry about that silly job of his ever again. Never have to stress over money or bills, or even a roof to put over his head. He'd be free from responsibility altogether, save for his obligation to please him and only him for the rest of his mortal life.
After all, who knows how long he'll be able to restrain himself from his darling Hannah after this. He could lose control just like he had done with Lockhart, take her without a second thought, and it just wouldn't do to have his daughter present should these urges arise once more. She simply wasn't ready yet. Soon, perhaps. But until then, he could take it out on Lockhart in her stead should that be the case.
And with that thought in mind, Hannah could still have her little friend, and she'd never have to have her heart broken over the possibility of Lockhart leaving ever again.
They would be together, and they would be his, and as Volmer begins to pump the boy's aching cock with vigor as it continues to drip profusely in his hand, he can almost imagine the two of them, kissing each other so sweetly as they take turns pleasuring him to completion. It could so easily be done. And as Volmer watches as Lockhart nears his own climax, hearing the sound of his moans become louder and louder with every stroke of his hand, he finds that he wants more than anything to bring that fantasy into reality.
And he will.
-
An hour later, Lockhart wakes up.
The boy seems worse for wear, confused and disoriented as to where he even is, before he catches sight of Volmer and it all seems to come rushing back to him. After having his mind put the pieces together, Lockhart immediately glares up at him, but instead of mirroring him, Volmer greets him with a smile, for he couldn't possibly be offended even if he tried at such an adorable display of complete and utter loathing and mistrust.
Nevertheless, Lockhart gets his swift comeuppance as he quickly notices a strange taste in his mouth, forgoing his silent tirade against him to curl his mouth in disdain as he moves to swallow his own spit.
"What's the matter, Mr. Lockhart? Are you quite alright?" Volmer asks, making sure his voice practically drips in concern.
Lockhart struggles to speak then, too caught up in trying to discern what could possibly be making his mouth taste the way that it does, before he weakly replies, "Can - Can I have a glass of water?"
And Volmer complies - dutifully retrieving a glass for his patient like the good kind-hearted doctor that he is, as he then proceeds to watch as Lockhart gulps the liquid down, unwittingly washing away the last remnants of the doctor from his throat with the very means for his eventual demise.
He has to fight the urge to laugh right then and there, for soon enough he won't even have to bother having to hide his own misdeeds from the young man. But for right now there's still a ways to go before he can even think of forgoing this facade of his, and so Volmer does his best to humor Lockhart as the boy continues to unravel right before his very eyes.