And I Will Consume You

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Whose fault was all of this? That much was still unclear, but what Pete did know, was that he'd gotten himself way too deep into an already complicated situation. He wasn't drugged or tricked or forced into anything- but that was the worst part. He willingly took the job to follow Mr. Vegas and he willingly accepted his own capture. It wasn't out of reasons he was proud of either. He did it because he was afraid as much as he was oddly intrigued. He'd watched from a split in the door as Boss was kicked and beaten bloody. He watched as he found his friend and boss admitted his own betrayal and he'd watched those videos he sent to boss Kinn. Mr. Vegas seemed to have one hell of a grudge against his boss, and that hatred was rooted deep enough for him to hunt down every last one of Kinn's lovers before even he could eat them. Why? Because of the satisfaction, he got knowing Kinn was simply feasting on his sloppy seconds. 

If only Kinn had sent anyone else- P'Ken or anybody. Why did it have to be him? He had hid in a closet trying to figure out what to do and how to do it, but Mr.Vegas had found him before he had the chance, all because the monitor of his computer was still warm; and now he was sat on his knees in front of Vegas beside two of his guards and nothing to show for it. He didn't even know if that video had gone through before his phone had died on him. What luck.

"Which video do you think Kinn will like best?" Vegas asked, kneeling down and grabbing Pete's face with one hand, clutching his jaw tightly, taking the opportunity to examine the boy closely. Pete was not only a handsome man, but he was adorable. His soft features and strangely innocent eyes made it hard to believe he really did this for a living- though it did make sense he worked for Mr. Tankhun. "Or rather... Which did you like best Pete?" 

Pete flinched at the touch, attempting to escape it, but inevitably failed. "Well?" Vegas urged on, but Pete remained silent, not having an answer to his perverted question. What video did he like most? He was shocked to see them in the first place, no less witness sinful things like that in such great detail. "I guess I'll have to find out the hard way" He hummed, and suddenly Pete was lifted by his collar, the back of his hair tugged tightly pulling a yelp from his lips and disappearing into a room off of Vegas's office, falling back and hitting what felt like a silk mattress cover. 

"What are you going to do to me?" Every part of Pete was telling him it was obvious, he'd be violated, chewed alive and spit out, used, ruined. His big brown eyes screamed fear though his lips were sewn shut tightly. Pete hadn't ever been with a man before, nor did he know how ruthless the other would be. It didn't seem, after all, that he was doing this for any other reason but sick personal satisfaction. "I'm not going to do anything to you... Not until you beg for it. I want to see what it takes to turn a loyal dog feral."

Pete was convinced he wouldn't break, he wouldn't give in. There was no way he would ever want someone like Vegas, a man and a man so cruel it was hard to believe he was even human. Though at the same time, he felt nervousness dart through his veins like a wave of electricity. Vegas was a man of his word, and he didn't plan on laying a finger on the boy until he was shaking, whimpering, and begging for him to.

The first thing he did was tie Pete up so he wouldn't be able to touch himself, his wrists and ankles both cuffed to the corners of the plush bedframe with thick leather straps and chains. Next came his top, Vegas wanted to see his body, but only removed the button up shirt for now, letting his got breath grazed the others skin. Next was a blindfold. That only made this little game more fun, it kept Pete guessing. So beyond the rattle of chains and whips and collars with leashes, he never would have expected to feel the burning sensation of hot wax kissing his skin. Each drop of red left a slight pink mark on his honey skin even as it hardened and dried. Each drop of wax made him flinch, hissing and gasping. Goosebumps traveling up Pete's spine made him shiver, trying to muffle the moans coming from his mouth. Why was he enjoying this? Why did the burning wax against his skin both hurt and feel so good?

"Ah-" he yelped, hearing a sudden harsh buzz, the rapid vibrating motion of a new toy against his chest. Jolting up at the unexpected pleasure, Pete held his breath as long as he could, nearly choking himself before letting out a sharp, jagged breath. Vegas chuckled hearing his stifled moans, leaning down to get a better look at his flustered face before whispering into his ear. "Sensitive, huh?" He teased, his deep voice only adding to the growing void in Pete's stomach. 

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you..." he spoke, his voice almost mocking Pete's current state "Unless you want me to". Every one of Vegas's actions were calculated, as if he'd done it a million times and knew exactly what would get Pete to respond the way he wanted.

Even so, It took almost twenty minutes for Pete to unravel to a point where he couldn't hold his lewd noises back anymore, his fitted pants now having grown awfully tight and uncomfortable, but Vegas still didn't do anything. Was he really going to make him beg for it? Not being able to touch himself was driving him mad- not even his legs could relieve the pain for him. He was aching to be touched, but he wouldn't let himself ask for it. He couldn't. This was Vegas. If Kinn found out, he was dead. There was no debating whether or not he'd survive this, cause either way he wouldn't. All he could do was hope.

"Please..." Pete whimpered making Vegas perk up with a grin, just about ready or it himself, taking the blindfold off to see those innocent teary eyes stare up at him so pleadingly. "...Stop"

Hearing this, the older man frowned, getting up off of the bed and doing as he was told, bit bothering to untie Pete as he'd be stuck their until Kinn's clan came to rescue him anyway. Reaching for the handle of the door, Vegas was ready to leave for the night, but was stopped mid way.

"Wait-!" Pete called out desperately, the pain of wanting to be touched was too great to deny. Vegas noticed this, a sly expression crossing his face again as he approached, this time slower, to stand at the foot of the bed proudly. "Does it ache, baby?"

Oh god it hurt so bad, there was no describing of how much he wanted something. Anything to relieve that pressure. He nodded, embarrassed to admit Vegas's devilish plan was working. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He wasn't supposed to ask for it, he wasn't supposed to want it, but it hurt so bad.

"Well... What do we say?" What a cruel beast. A cruel beast he couldn't escape, tied down and defenseless against his advances. How humiliating. Anyone in his shoes would have resisted, would have reacted, but no. What did he do? He hesitated, and now look at him. Had he just known what to do quicker, maybe he'd have gotten out of this all without a scratch of his dignity. "Please..."

"Please what?" Damnit, Pete cursed to himself, clenching his jaw. Why was he drawing this out? The sick bastard probably liked seeing him like this, defenseless and in pain. Even so, Pete still had to admit he wanted it; because he did. He really, really did.

"Please... Touch me"