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"Dragging Pete through the halls by his wrist, Vegas saw red. He couldn't bear the sight of someone so close to his princess, talking to him like that. It was disgusting, infuriating. Pete belonged to him and no one else, and that would never change. "Vegas... Vegas you're hurting me" Pete winced as he tried to gently pull away from the man's tight grasp, though his attempt wasn't worth much. Before he knew it he was tied to a concrete beam, his hands bound behind it with what he could only assume was Kinbaku rope. Based in the smell, the lights, and the plethora of sex toys laying around, he could only assume this was a section of the playroom he was yet to have discovered, though it looked much more like a torture chamber to him. The crazed look in Vegas' eyes hadn't changed either, nor just angry, but having lost his mind. "Vegas what are you doing?" Pete asked, his wrists trying to escape the tight Hold the rope had on him though it only made it harder to move. "I'm locking you up. You're not leaving unless I'm with you. If I hadn't left that meeting when I did, God knows what that man could have done to you" he growled, the mention of it only expanding the madness spreading inside of him like a wildfire. "You're fucking crazy"

Though Vegas was right, that man could have done anything to him, it didn't mean Vegas had the right to lock him up like a prisoner. It didn't mean that Pete wanted to be stuck in one room for the rest of the foreseeable future with nothing to do and no one to talk to. Grabbing his face, Vegas was merciless, not caring if he scared the other in the slightest as his palm covered Pete's mouth and his fingers pushed into either side of the boys face. "Call me whatever you like, pumpkin. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to be mine" it didn't matter how much Pete wanted to deny it, it was true. He should have expected something like this to happen eventually. This man was unhinged, off his rocker. There was no reasoning with someone who had everything they could ever ask for with the snap of his fingers.

Vegas reached for a side table from which he grabbed the very collar his name was written on, being quick to fasten it around Pete's neck, swiftly followed by ball gag that was shoved in his mouth. Leaning down to let his lips trace against Pete's sensitive skin, Vegas was quick to plant as many marks on the boys neck as he possibly could, his collarbones and chest falling victim to kiss kisses eventually too. Every touch felt like a wave of electricity flowing through his veins, a shock to his brain and a slice to his heart. It didn't matter how hard Vegas bit into his skin or how gently his tongue sweeped across the red marks he'd created, Pete wanted more. Why was he turned on by this? He really was far too weak under Vegas to reject a single touch and it was hell. Why couldn't he just say no? Why couldn't he just push him away and run without ever looking back? This man was toxic. He was a drug. He was the heroin in his veins and every Hit he took brought him one step closer to death. The alcohol in his veins didn't help either, his vision blurring with tears as the pain started to kick in. Fuck. He wasn't sure how long he'd last like this. Especially when Vegas pulled away, stumbling back to sit in a flimsy chair as he watched Pete struggle. The tent in the boys pants was obvious, and so was the pain it gave him as it was neglected and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Vegas was afflicted with the same issue, though it didn't show in his expression, but the throbbing bulge in his pants spoke for itself.

"Look at you..." Vegas started, his deep voice breathy and chillingly calm. "You're so cute,  twisting like that." Vegas smirked, standing up again by taking his time to move closer just to tease the boy a little bit more. "You want it now, don't you?" He mocked, looking down before flicking Pete's erection, his smirk growing as the boy moaned into the plastic of the ball gag, his entire body jerking at the touch. "Don't cry, Princess~" he hummed, wiping a tear from the boys cheek though another replaced it soon after. "I'd you want me to untie you? Is that it?" Vegas knew exactly what Pete wanted, but he wasn't about to give it to him just yet. He wanted to see how far he could go first. Seeing the boy nodded violently, he placed a cloth around his eyes to make up for it before tugging at the rope and it came lose in ken fell swoop almost as if it hadn't been tightened at all. The second Pete was free he fell to floor, his hand moved to his crotch, slipping under the fabric of his pants and boxers and being quick to touch himself, though it didn't provide the instant relief he thought it would. He needed something more. But what? He couldn't see, he couldn't speak, he could just hear Vegas footsteps moving back to the chair he'd sat in to watch the show from afar.

Following the noise, Pete crawled over the cold concrete floor before his hands met the leather of Vegas' expensive shoes, feeling up his leg and to his hips. Meanwhile the older man was pleasantly surprised to see Pete take action, leaning back to watch in awe as the boy ripped the gag out of his mouth and let it fall to hand around his neck alongside the choker as his other hand felt its way for the zipper of Vegas' trousers. The second Pete felt Vegas' hard on spring out of his pants, his lips found their way to it, tongue following behind shortly and being quick to take as much as he could into his mouth. The hand he had used to free his mouth from the gag had returned to his own crotch, touching himself as he listened to Vegas' groans the more he tried to take. For being his first time,Pete was surprisingly good at taking it, though Vegas figured it was just because of the lack of a strong gag reflex, which he was definitely appreciating right about now. The moans that found their way out of the back of Pete's throat only made it feel better, forcing Vegas to grip the boys hair as he bobbed his head slowly, forcing it to move faster. "Fuck..." Vegas groaned, watching expectantly as the other touched himself while pleasuring him. God he looked so sexy like this he didn't want it to ever stop. "Ah~" Vegas moaned, smirking as looking down at Pete who was yet to slow or stop even when he found himself getting closer. "You're such a slut."

"Daddy's little slut"

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