Luck’s descent (BL)

Luck in the collar 2



Shane panicked, jerking violently in the irons, trying to get out of Nielle's reach, but couldn't. He just cowered in terror while Nielle put the collar on him and left him to his own panic. Shane was breathing loudly, his eyes darting from side to side and gasping for air in places as he was filled with a familiar sense of terror that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"You know how it works," Nielle pulled out the other clear crystal and cupped it in his palm, "disobedience is punished...you chose it."

As soon as he said that, Shane couldn't concentrate anymore. His neck burned in searing agony from the touch of the inner side of the collar. It wasn´t quite physical heat, but something more disgusting, something that dug deeper than his skin, something that burned his very insides, tearing his thoughts to tiny pieces. Shane gave a shrill shriek and violently locked his head from side to side. However, he couldn´t get rid of the feeling. He could only feel how everything was escalating, how the whole thing was becoming unbearable and his body was becoming weaker and weaker.

Even though the whole process only took about half a minute, it felt like a decade to Shane. He felt as if he had gone back to the first time he had experienced it, his heart was about to jump out of his chest, his hands were almost bleeding as he pulled hard on the sharp iron bars and his wet eyes forgot how to hold back tears. The scream that came out of his mouth didn't stop even when the pain started to subside slightly, it didn't stop even when the burning level decreased. And when Nielle gently touched his neck, he nearly collapsed.

"AAAAGH!" he roared in a fit of pain and panic as the prince yanked his collar and gave him an interested look.

"You look much better than yesterday," Nielle commented and gently undid the collar, freeing Shane's neck to touch his skin.

Despite the fact that a large piece of iron slipped from his neck, it didn´t change the feeling of lack of air and searing pain. He felt that something was strangling him, he felt that something was destroying him from the inside and he couldn't get rid of it, no matter how hard he tried to get away from Nielle.

"It's a shame they can't be seen," Nielle laughed and gently ran his fingers over Shane's pale neck, into which he had just burned beautiful black marks.

The whole principle of the special collar worked really easily and Nielle would use it more often if the king allowed. They were once commonly used, but after governments came to an agreement that their use was inhumane and the Lacrisans deserved better treatment, Nielle became the only one to use them exceptionally. Mainly for interrogation, but sometimes for fun, like with Shane.

When a stone filled with someone's pitch was inserted into the collar and subsequently burned into Lacrisan's neck, the owner of the pitch was able to do wonders with Lacrisan. With the help of another pitch-infused crystal, he was able to induce all kinds of unpleasant feelings in the Lacrisans, most often feeling as if their luck had drained out of them, as if they had none left, which was truly devastating for the Lacrisans. Side feelings were the feeling of suffocation, burning and other bonuses that Nielle enjoyed on others.

Ultimately, the Lacrisans feared them more than the taking of luck itself. Especially individuals to whom it wasn´t unknown.

Nielle didn't like that the black markings on Lacrisan's neck weren't visible at normal times. They glowed black only when in use, and the moment he stopped using them, they became invisible again. The only advantage was that no one, such as the king, could see that he had used it on anyone, and even Lacrisan had no way of proving it. However, in the event that something happened to the owner, the collar was no longer valid, the marks faded and created barely visible scars like Shane used to have on his neck. Their colour was almost unnoticeable and Nielle knew it must have been ten years since Shane had the collar.

"Is it a better feeling than with your former?" Nielle roughly grabbed Shane's neck in his hand and looked at him with satisfaction.

Shane only let out a weak sob through his slightly parted mouth, though his moist eyes had yet to shed tears. He couldn't loosen his tightly clenched fists, he couldn't relax all the tense muscles, and no matter what Nielle said, he couldn't focus on him. All he realized was that he got into it again, that he was wearing it again, that he wasn't going to get rid of it again. Shane wasn't afraid of many things, he could only name two, maybe a few more if he really thought about it, but these disgusting collars were really over everything. Not so much because of the feelings they evoked, but because of the memories they carried with them.

He felt someone gently touch his neck, felt their fingers go over his skin to his cheekbones to his lips. As the touch became rougher and his face was turned forward, only then did he regain his composure a little. He blinked a few times, trying to see through the moisture in Nielle's eyes, which were looking at him contentedly.

"You still won't tell me what you wanted in the city?" Nielle asked, but when Shane didn't answer, he added, "That your punishment isn't over yet." he said.

Shane didn't get a chance to speak as Nielle stepped back and simply released Shane's handcuffs. Lacrisan fell to his knees and clutched his neck in shock, which he hadn't reached until now, running his fingers along lines he couldn't feel or see, yet clearly perceived, as if they were burned deep within him.

"You look better on your knees," Nielle commented, lightly squatting down next to him.

Shane just looked up slightly, as if he couldn't decide whether to show hatred or fear and he tried, "What have I done to you to make you do this to me?" he growled, as if he was on the edge of strength.

"Don't act like you didn't have a choice...you wanted to make a deal, but you didn't accept the deal," Nielle said and pulled out the black stone he once used.

Looking at the stone, Shane shot out his hand and tried to grab it, as if to stop Nielle from using it.

Nielle just raised his hand amused and laughed out of pleasure: "You are still extremely rude."

Shane looked at him startled, the familiar feeling of dread filling him. He felt like bending down to the ground, curling up in a ball and hiding from the eyes of everyone who reached out to him in disgusting ways. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide, he wanted to get as far away from Nielle as possible, but he didn't get the chance to do so, and before he could say anything, Nielle clasped the black stone contentedly in his palm.

Shane's scream of agony cut through the torture chamber just before it fell silent at the same time. Shane scooted to all fours, his hand tightly around his neck gasping for breath, his eyes wide in panic as he stared ahead.

He wanted to scream, he needed to scream, the pain set his nerves on fire, he needed to get it out, he needed to gasp for breath. But he couldn't. His body was in one big convulsion, his neck was clenched as if someone was strangling him with a chain without a chance for a single breath, all his muscles were as if thousands of needles had stuck into them, and his bowels were contracting as if they didn't know he had nothing to throw up.

Shane felt like it was never going to end, he felt like he was in a situation where he was just a helpless child, tied up in a flaming web.

"Better than I expected," Nielle commented and let go of the stone, finally allowing Shane to scream.

"ААААААGH!" his scream could be heard above the dungeons, but no matter who heard him, Nielle was having a good time.

"ÁÁGH-ágh!" Shane dug his nails into the stone ground in horror and gasped loudly, "Ágh-nh-ágh!" he clutched his neck, not even realizing the unsightly wounds he was creating on it.

He couldn't calm down, couldn't slow his panicked heart, couldn't grab enough air, and couldn't stop his trembling muscles. He felt like he was going to cry, he felt like he was going to throw up...he needed it to stop, he needed to get up and get as far away as possible from the person who was doing this to him again...but even if he could get up, he wouldn't be able to stay on legs.

A sudden touch on his back brought him out of his frozen state into a new mix of feelings as he realized that Nielle could do it again at any time. He shot him a look that must have looked more horrified than he intended as it brought a satisfied smile to Nielle's face, no doubt with sadistic intentions.

Nielle gently ran his fingers over Shane's back and lightly pushed him, sending Lacrisan to the ground simply, "If you had been obedient from the start, we wouldn't have gotten here," he remarked as he slowly reached for Shane's robes, which he slowly opened even more.

Shane only shakily raised his hand as if to defend himself, but he didn't know how.

Nielle simply grabbed his hand and pinned it above Shane's head so that he had a beautiful view of his blue irises, "Didn't you say you would obey?" he laughed.

Shane barely felt Nielle run her fingers down his bare chest to his stomach and unbutton his robe below. All he could perceive was the thought of his desperate need to get rid of the collar he felt:

"Take it off, j-just take it off, " he started slowly, " take it off," he grabbed his neck with his other hand and pushed hard, "take it off... take it off... take it off..." he felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"I won't," Nielle slid his palm to Shana's legs, "but seeing you like this, you really do look more adorable than yesterday." he remarked, bowing to him contentedly.

"Ngh!" Shane snapped his eyelids shut as Nielle bit into his neck, but not enough to get at his blood, just a shallow bite, forcing him to gasp in fear. His neck was on fire, all of it hurt excruciatingly, he still felt like he hadn't recovered from the previous suffocation and the fear of it happening again prevented him from doing anything.

"One feels like fucking you when you're so scared," he laughed, sliding his other hand down Shane's thighs, "why not, right?"

"S-stop..." Shane muttered as he vaguely registered the meaning of Nielle's words somewhere.

"I won't," Nielle joked and simply spread Shane's legs apart, as Lacrisan couldn't really defend himself against anything he would do to him in this state. He was really weakened, he looked like he couldn't even raise his arms to defend himself and Nielle couldn't get enough of his gentle shiver every time he touched him…like he was afraid he'd use his collar again.

"Leave me... alone," his words sounded different than usual, different from yesterday. They sounded really broken, like he no longer knew how to act, how to get out of the situation.

However, none of this was a problem for Nielle, on the contrary. He relished the Lacrisan fear, relishing expressions similar to the one Shane was making right now. He wanted more from him, he wanted to bring him to tears, he wanted to drive him to the brink of despair, to do whatever he wanted with him and show him that he could do everything while he could do nothing.

He hated the Lacrisans and loved when they realized that they were truly completely in his power. 


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