Another piece for Neko-Dee, featuring her evil, perverted doctor. You'll see what he does with his newest subject pretty soon...

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After the awkward dinner, Cherosh felt strangely hot and dizzy. He staggered quite some, inwardly cursing Räme for having poisoned him. But before he could have attacked the scientist, unconscience took over, and he passed out completely.

Räme grinned broadly, crouching next to the knocked out nephilim. "Ah, so you are not immune towards those drugs. Good to know..." the scientist whispered, then picked up the nephilim and dragged him along. He may was stronger than the average human, and Cherosh wasn't too heavy for a man of the nephilim's size, but it still was difficult.

Readying another injection, Räme glanced down on the still unconscious nephilim. Cherosh was already twitching again, which meant that the nephilim's metabolism worked faster on the drug than a human's would. But before the nephilim had a chance to wake up fully (and quite possibly break his bones), Räme had pressed the second drug into Cherosh's circulation.

The nephilim began shuddering, while the doctor took all of his time to undress Cherosh's upper body. First the long coat, then the shirt... Both was neatly folded and stored away, for he didn't want to cause unnecessary drama afterwards. Then, Räme turned towards Cherosh again, removing the nephilim's boots (for his own sake), before kneeling down next to Cherosh.

Slowly, the black-haired male moved, making some odd, whining sounds. The drug worked perfectly; it had reduced the nephilim to a pathetic bundle of instincts and drives. "Wakey wakey, my miserable little raven..." Räme chuckled, softly cupping Cherosh's chin and tilting the nephilim's head upwards for their eyes to meet.

He saw it. He saw the primeval core having been unleashed and having taken over control, leaving nothing behind of the cool mind Cherosh had proven to have. The shimmer in those grey eyes clearly gave it away. Räme laughed lowly, then focussed fully on the whining sounds again. Ah, as he had thought. His 'special' mix never failed to operate or to surprise himself.

Cherosh made another half choked sound, shuddering quite some. "Now now, be calm, my miserable stray raven..." Räme mused, whispering close to the nephilim's ear, whose trembling hands laid on the scientist's chest like paws. "I will rid you of that horrible feeling, if you promise to be a good, obedient pet. You understood that?"

The choked sound coming from Cherosh was quite close to begging for Räme to do something, anything against the horrible feeling trapped in the nephilim's trousers. Laughing, Räme dug his fingers into Cherosh's hair, pulling the nephilim's head up by the scalp to enjoy the expression on the now reduced to this beast he was inside, drugged and suffering nephilim.

It was such a beautiful mix of emotions. Cherosh was in pain, as he had a massive, but still tightly trapped erection; he was confused by the drugs and somehow oddly attached to Räme. Snickering, the scientist stroke along the heaving chest, making a soft, purring sound himself. "How do you like that, my dear pet? How do you like suffering from those bad bad drives you have?"

Räme didn't await any direct answer, but he could see by the almost desperate movements Cherosh wanted to get rid of the massive pressure building up further and further, without him being able to release. "Aww, my poor, poor nephilim... Such a horrible feeling, isn't it? If one is such a potent one, but not able to release..."

Chuckling, Räme trailed his hand further down, until the fingertips rested on the nephilim's waist. All the while, he had a tight grip on Cherosh's scalp, provoking many more shudders and whining sounds to come from the nephilim. But he didn nothing to relieve Cherosh. After all, Räme wanted to have his fun first. And Cherosh... well, was below secondary importance...

"Not so impatient, my dear pet..." the scientist huskily whispered, making Cherosh whine and whimper some more. "You will pleasure your master first, and then I'll maybe allow you some relief. But... I can't promise anything if you don't know how to behave. So, will you be a good pet and obey your master, Cherosh?"

Those puppy eyes would have made a rock melt, but Räme merely snickered coldly. "That's what I wanted to see from you. Now, my little pet, come here..." The scientist had lifted and walked over to a litter with a variety of kinky toys lying on it. Cherosh, as led by instincts, crawled after Räme, shuddering as with every move the so tight trousers squeezed him without mercy.

The nephilim whined once more as Räme closed a broad collar around Cherosh's neck, hooking a finger on it and pulling the black-haired male into a sitting (or rather kneeling) position, while the scientist sat quite comfortably on a chair. "Now, my dear pet... As you surely don't want to make your master angry... you will service me before I will do anything about your little problem, right?"

Even when being reduced to the most primitive drives, Cherosh did exactly what Räme wanted the nephilim to do. Groaning in approval, the scientist glanced down on the other male as Cherosh, seemingly eager to do anything his master wanted, began sucking on Räme's slightly twitching member. Or was it the selfish urge to get some relief for himself? Räme snickered, biting his lower lip at the almost greedy sucking sensations. He would have to test how far Cherosh would go to have his reward...

"Mmm... What a good boy you are, Cherosh. So eager to satisfy your master." The clouded gaze the nephilim casted at Räme made the scientist laugh. "Aww, what a good pet you are indeed. Now, suck me harder. You are not yet convincing me." A choked whine, and Cherosh lowered his gaze again, deepthroating Räme almost too fast. It grew more and more amusing, to see just how primitive the nephilim's drives were.

Räme closed his eyes and leaned back his head, trying to contain himself. He had to focus... no way he would let this primitive beast have its reward too soon. Pulling a little harder on Cherosh's scalp, Räme began bucking his hips up into the nephilim's mouth, making the other male shudder violently and provoking choked whines. Pain? Not quite... it more likely was almost unbearable pleasure for the nephilim.

"Wait a bit, my over-eager pet..." Räme chuckled, pulling Cherosh's head back and leaving the nephilim in the ravishing daze having grasped the confused male's drugged mind. With a swift move, he had opened Cherosh's trousers, pulling them down enough to reveal the twitching erection. "Not yet, you bad pet..." Räme laughed, fastening a cock cage around Cherosh's member and provoking a loud wail. As it seemed, the agony was still making the nephilim more horny. "There. Much better."

Tearing up, the grey eyes locked with Räme's piercing yellow stare. A smirk tugged on the scientist's mouth as he released the grip on Cherosh's hair, making the nephilim crouch and whine even louder. "No worries, my dear miserable pet... it won't last forever." From the other male's reactions, however, Räme could tell it already was feeling like this for Cherosh.

Getting up from the chair and chuckling, Räme pulled on the leash attached to the collar, and the whimpering raven-head followed obediently. "What a very good boy..." Räme cooed, stroking along Cherosh's cheek. Then, without a warning, he slammed Cherosh's upper body down on the litter, chest first and the edge pressing violently into the nephilim's groin, making the trapped male cry out in pain. "You still need to be disciplined, my miserable raven..."

Cherosh shuddered with choked sounds as Räme tied him to the table, fastening a ball gag to keep the nephilim quiet. The sight alone was this delicious the scientist felt his climax approaching without mercy. No matter if fighting, eating or being trapped in bounds and the primitive urges having risen from the inner core of Cherosh's mind... This nephilim was fascinating Räme and making him want to devour the raven-head.

"I still got to probe you..." Räme growled, getting a violent grip on Cherosh's hips. Even if it would split the nephilim (which wasn't likely, but possible), he wanted the raven-head. Too long it had been that someone had fascinated Räme in the way Cherosh did.

Even with ball gag, the cries of the nephilim were to be heard well as Räme slammed into the other male. No preparation, no lube, just the eagerly pulsing member of the scientist ripping into the tightly clenching behind of Cherosh, making the lowered raven-head thrash uselessly in his bonds. "What a beast you are..." Räme growled lowly, digging his fingernails violently into Cherosh's sides. That was something he definitely had to do again...

It didn't need much to make Cherosh beg and wail with high-pitched noises, turning Räme on even more. This was a way researches should be conducted more often! The scientist smirked darkly, wondering if he could pull the same stunt with Raimundo. Then again, the crusnik wasn't as interesting as this bastard son of an angel...

Thrusting into the squirming and whining nephilim some more times, Räme released deep inside the other male, feeling how desperate Cherosh was for release. Still being trapped in the cock cage, however, it was impossible for Cherosh to even feel anything remotely related to relief.

Snickering lowly, Räme reached down to brush soft fingertips against the swollen, hot flesh. "You are really eager, my dear pet... but if you deserved to be relieved just now? I don't know..." Though, he better shouldn't push it too far. Not without knowing how long the drugs still would operate. As he had witnessed before, the nephilim's body was quick to process drugs. Therefore, even if it was quite a letdown, Räme removed the offending straps keeping Cherosh from the so anticipated release.

The nephilim's voice suddenly slipped into an almost singing tone, and with the sweetest wail Räme ever had heard, Cherosh creamed all over the cold metal surface before sinking against it, being completely exhausted. For a long time, the scientist could only stand there and stare. Was that Cherosh's angelic heritage...?

Shaking his head, Räme put aside those amusing little toys before unstrapping and properly dressing Cherosh again. This research just had begun, and he wouldn't stop before he had found out everything about the nephilim's drives...