Trever Murdock

Favorite Parings: Trever/Rhett, Trever/Angel
Pairings I'd Try: Trever/Misery, Trever/Gabriel
Pairings I Wouldn't Touch With a Ten Foot Pole: Trever/Kyndal...
Topics I Like: DARK THEMES I cannot express that enough, especially with Trever. I never get to do dark themes, I have no one who will even try for me so if you wanna use Trever, its going to be dark, its going to be gruesome. It may not be angst, may not be tragedy but it will be dark, make no mistake. Other than this I like Romance, I adore Hurt/Comfort and fluff, I also love Angst and Tragedy, also fic fics and drama
Smut?: Indeed.

How I Write This Character (Sample and/or Description):
They were having an auction. The large restaurant was full of people, mostly men ready to buy a night with every one of the submissive men who were offered. Through the night many men have been bought.
Kelton McDaniels had been sold to Cade Johnson for 500
Chris McGuire had been sold to a nice man for 1,000
Kevin Riley had been sold to Levi for 600
Mike Mizanin had been sold to Quincy McDaniel's for 5,000
Zac McGuire had been sold to Alex Riley for 4,000
Lance McDaniels had been sold to Logan Miller for 900
Gabriel McDaniels had been bought by Gabriel Johnson for 50,000
Kyndal Paxton had been cold to Rhett Braxton for 10,000
Dewayne McDaniels had been sold to Aaron McDaniels for 400
Biddy Brey had been sold to Rick McGuire for 11,000
All that was left was one Angel Precious McDaniel's. He stood on stage, dressed in his little V-neck with shorts that came high on his thigh. He looked at all the men currently bidding on him while the auctioneer went a mile a minute.
20,000
35,000
50,000
66,000
67,000
80,000
"AND SOLD FOR 100,000 TO MR.TREVER MURDOCK!!" The man grinned, it was a new record for the house but Angel looked petrified. Trever Murdock.....
The man looked the same, just had he had so many years ago. Shaggy black hair with dark hazel eyes. A smirk etched into his face and all the malice in the world hidden in his eyes. Angel gave a helpless, pleading glance to Gabriel, hoping for some kind of help but he found none. Gabriel was too busy with the other Gabriel to notice Angel. There was no way he remembered that video of Angel's very first time and the man who had been in it. Trever stepped onto the stage and took Angel by the arm, claiming his prize. He pulled the trembling boy off stage and he was already heading home with his toy for the night.
Gabriel might not recognize him but he remembered the boy he had taken at such a young age.
Trever forced the small boy to his home. Angel was so afraid, but he didn't move or try to make Trever leave him be.
The consequences for that would be dire.
When they were safely in the house, Angel was immediately stripped and threw onto the bed while Trever stepped around him, gathering all of his supplies. He had many things, he was where Angel's voice came from, named after this man with the same sadistic qualities and they both loved to hurt Angel. Trever stripped himself and took Angel's chin in his hands, looking his face over, then his neck, chest, abdomen, private parks, legs, and gave himself a large grin.
He was in perfect condition for tonight.
Trever started off by getting out a little toy he had, he tied the strands of it around Angel's arms and hung it up on the ceiling. If Angel didn't keep himself up, he would pull the strings and the strings would slice his skin, cut through bone, muscle, anything so Angel had to stand through the pain he was about to endure or risk losing some limbs. Trever took out a knife, looking around at Angel. He stood on the bed and stepped behind him, running a hand over the smooth skin on Angel's back before digging the newly sharpened knife into his skin and pulling down, forcing the skin down with him.
Angel screamed, it was a horrific noise but what would anyone expect? He was having his skin slowly sliced off like it was butter....
Trever continued with him knife until Angel's high back was clear of skin, some places so deep the bones showed.
It looked grotesque but to Trever it was a work of art.
Angel continued to squeal, he couldn't help it and Trever gave nothing but one quiet warning before standing in front of him with his knife and reaching into Angel's mouth, his fingers snapping down on Angels tongue and forcing it out, bringing the knife up, and in a slow sawing motion, he cut Angel's tongue out, shaking his head and Angel bit at his fingers in a vain attempt to make him stop.
Trever sat his knife down and picked up some pliers. He squeezed them around a teeth and quickly yanked it out, laughing at he felt the roots break before the tooth was loose and in the mouth of his tool. He dropped the tooth in a bowel he had brought, along with Angel's tongue. He continued on like thing until the poor boy was left with nothing in his mouth, no teeth, no tongue, nothing....
Angel quieted down and simply cried, trying to say his lovers name and only getting.
"Gabwigule........." out, no tongue to help pronounce.
Trever went back to his tools ginning as Angel gave another yelp, he looked up to see the boy had made the strings cut into his skin, thin lines of blood dripping down his arms.
Trever pulled some skin on Angel's abdomen, pulling, then taking scissors and cutting the skin away, leaving a hole. He hummed as he threaded a needle and started sewing the skin back up, he only did it for fun.
He made another cut, thinking about what to do this time. He picked up another knife and started digging, pulling out flesh and blood, keeping on until he reached bone.
Angel had gone back to letting out his pained noises. Trever grabbed a lighter, striking it and holding it against the places he had cut Angel, the boy squalled, jumping, losing his footing and falling, the strings slicing deeper into his arms. Trever put the lighter up to Angel's nipples, shaking his head as the smell of burnt skin get to him.
He inhaled deeply.
Trever sat back, looking at the boy who was at the end of his rope.
Trever was no where near done with him though and Angel knew. He just cried, listened to the sound of a dripping pipe, the voices, Trever's laughter, and tried to remember Gabriel and Cade saying they loved him...
Trever took out some scissors, flicking the head of Angel's cock, pausing, and even burning the head with his lighter before he took Angel's penis in his scissors and squeezed the handles.
Angels tiny, member fell to the bed and blood spurted from the wound he now had.
Trever observed his work, happy with himself but the screaming was getting on his nerves.
He took his sewing kit and pulled Angel's lips together, slowly threading the needle and forcing it through once lip, then the next and so on until Ange's mouth was closed up, blood oozing out through his lips.
Trever picked up a hot metal rod, lit a fire and sat the thing in there, letting it burn while he pumped his rock hard cock.
"Hmmm, I dont want you to be too dry or anything in there, not like anyone has the stomach to touch your nasty ass but me. He shrugged and pulled his knife again, forcing it into the tight whole and using it as a dildo, not bothering to spread Angels cheeks, it cut them too. Maybe ten minutes later he took his hot red poker from the fire, examining Angels cut up hole before like the knife, forcing the poker in.
Angel tore through his lips with a shriek. Trever let the burning rod sit a moment and when he pulled it out, he took out skin with him. Trever laughed loudly, taking the poker out and deciding not to fuck him like that since his insides were not so hot. He settled on jerking himself to this wondrous site. When ready to cum, he pressed the head of his dick into Angel's hole and spurted his seed in there, laughing louder as Angel felt the warm liquid on his ruined insides. He stood and looked at the poor boy, with the last action of kicking Angel's feet so he yanked the stings and sliced through the muscles in Angel's arms, he took him down and just sent him home to his master.
That night, laying in bed, Trever was truly satisfied.
And Angel, laying in the dirt infront of his home, was relived to just not be in the same home as Trever. The man hadn't even been good enough to knock on the door. He left Angel outside and no one would know until morning, by the heated cries from the rooms you could gather Gabriel was too busy fucking the other Gabriel and Cade was trying to get Kelton to open up a bit.
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A five year old Rhett Braxton squealed and ran from the room his older eight year old brother Trever was in, jolting from the room pass the living room and into the kitchen where his mother was cooking. The boy hugged onto his mother's legs and wailed loudly, pressing his face into his mother's calf.
"M-Momma!!!!" Rhett cried in the already damn cloth of his mothers jeans.
"Rhett sweetie whats tha matter with ya?" She asked, reaching down to pick her baby up.
Rhett trembled and hiccuped and few times. "T-Tweber!!!"
"Whah abouh him honna?"
"H-He kiwded kwitty!!" Rhett sobbed, it had been a traumatizing site for the small boy. His brother had, to put it plainly, dissected a kitten.
The women blinked, looking down at her baby and hugging him close.
"Shhhh Shhh Rhett ahm sure ets nowt thah bad, ah'll go seeh." She sat the boy down, making sure he stayed where she sat him. She knew her oldest child was a little unstable, she knew he was sadistic already at this young age and she tried as hard as she could to keep her other child, her precious, innocent, momma's boy separated from it. But it seems she had not been looking for one second and her son was now traumatized.
The women braced herself for what she was about to see and made her way into her oldest son's room, gasping at the sight she was met with. Trever, a normal sized eight year old with shaggy ear length jet black hair and dark deep emerald green eyes, was covered in blood, it was all over his clothes, his arms, his lap, and matting his hair, causing it to appear sticky. His hands, coated in blood and still working were holding a small sharp knife and a few nails he was using to hold the small kitten's skin apart with. The scary thing was, that the cat was still managing to hiss at Trever, even as the boy removed its intestine. Mrs.Braxton held a hand to her mouth and just shook her head.
"T-Trever...whah are ya doin babe?"
The boy looked up, sadistic grin on his face. "Why im playing with Kitty momma."
The women shook her head, snatching Trever up and clutching him to her chest, running up the stairs and into the large bathroom, stripping Trever of his blood drenched clothing and sitting him in the middle of the large tub. He turned on the hot water, then the cold, mixing it and making sure it was not to warm or too cold for her baby before making sure he no longer had anything he could harm himself or anything else with. She then got up and ran back down to the room, picking up the cat and taking in out back, screwing her eyes shut as he took a brick she had by the home and slammed it down on the cats head, the crack and squish of blood beneath the rock, combined with the vile smell of new blood and already decaying flesh made her pause to puke , she spent five minutes simply puking before running back in to see Trever, stopping just to assure the still sobbing Rhett everything was fine. She didn't know what to tell him about his kitty...
She ran back up, lathering a rag with soap and running it over her son's skin, making sure to scrub and wash him thoroughly, washing his hair , making sure it was nice and clean before rinsing him and getting him out, trying not to look at the bright red water. The women quickly dressed her son and sat him down in the kitchen with Rhett, knowing he would not hurt his baby brother, though she was still wary so she had Trever go out front and pick her some flowers which the boy did with a smile as if nothing was wrong and to him, nothing was wrong. She then took a shovel and went out back, spending an hour digging a deep enough hole and burying the poor defenseless kitten, saying a small prayer for the animal before covering it back up and padding back into the home, Dirty, bloody, sweating and so tired. When she got there Trever had her a bouquet of wild Easter lilies which she took with a smile, kissing his head.
"Thank you so much baby."
"Welcome momma,...when is supper?"
"Oh!!!" She cursed, looking into the oven which was smoking. She took an ovenmit and pulled the chard meatloaf out, sitting it on the counter. She just nodded and went back, making the boys a sandwich and giving them a glass of milk before sending them off to bed but not before Rhett hugged her tight like always after Trever did something weird.
"Shh baby..."
"H-He kiweded my kitty didnt he mwomma?"
"Yes baby....I dont think we should have any more kitties..."
"B-Bwut I want a p-pwet..."
"I know...we cant have one right now."
Rhett nodded tearfully, letting his mother carry him up to bed and tuck him in, kissing his forehead before turning off the light, leaving him a night light ion before doing to the same to Trever. The night Mrs.Braxton sat in a chair at the table, put her head in her hands, and crying. She didn't know what to do...She loved her son...Trever was her baby boy but what could she do?
She had to send him away somewhere...get him help....
And so he made plans, and in a month she had Trever alone with her in the kitchen, she had been cooking and finally decided she had to tell him. She sat him down, and knelt in front of him.
"Baby..."
"Momma."
She sighed, she hated this...
"I have to send you away from a little while Trever."
The small boy frowned at her, not quite understanding. "What?"
"Baby you need help, im sending you away for help." She explained gently.
His eyes immediately darkened, he pursed his lips and shook his head. "You cant do this!!"
"Baby, its for the best..."
"The best for who! You and Rhett? What about me!?"
"Baby I-"
"No! First you run daddy and away and now your sending me off?"
Their father had walked out on them shortly after Rhett was born. Trever kept his fathers last name of Murdock while Rhett had his mothers last name of Braxton.
"Trever! No, I did not run your father off!"
"Might as well have! I hate you! Im not leaving!"
"You are too!" She took his arm lightly
"NO!!!!" He reached and in the blink of an eye grabbed the large kitchen knife his mother had been using to cut up carrots and stabbed his mother in the neck, not even thinking as he over and over again sliced his mother with the knife.
It all happened so fast....
By the time he was done he was covered in his mothers blood, and her head was only still attached to her neck by a stand of skin. Her blood puddled in the floor of the kitchen, covering everything. Trever panted lightly and dropped the knife, chewing his lip.
The boy looked up when he heard a small gasp...
"NO!!!! MWOMMA NO!!!" His brothers panicked squeals rang out.
Trever shook his head, catching Rhett around the waist before he slipped on the blood or touched their mothers dead corpse.
"T-TREVER WHAH DIWD EW DWO!!!!"
Trever sighed softly, hugging him tightly and making sure he couldn't get away.
"Listen Rhett..."
"NO!!! MWOMMA! TEBER!!!'
"Rhett..."
"MWOMMA!!!!"
"Rhett!!" He growled and slammed the small five year old up against the wall.
The boy just cried harder.
"Listen to me!" He struck his brother across the face, slamming him again until Rhett was limp against the wall, just crying softly.
"Listen...." Trever's voice was softer, he had never hit his brother before...he hated it, it was his job to take care of him since his father left.
"Ill take care of it. Me and you are going to be just fine."
"B-Bwut Tweber, why?" He sniffled, his words full of tears.
"Because she wanted to send me away Rhett." He sighed, kissing his brothers forehead and hugging him tighter, singing softly to him to try and quiet the small sobs racking Rhett's small body.
Mother, you had me but I never had you,
I wanted you but you didn't want me,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Farther, you left me but I never left you,
I needed you but you didn't need me,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Children, don't do what I have done,
I couldn't walk and I tried to run,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.....
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