VegasPete One-Shots

Well-behaved Pet [R18+]

What if the Vegas in episode 11 was the novel Vegas?

**This might be very triggering for some people. Read it at your own risk**

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TRIGGER WARNING - RAPE

"Eat it," Vegas said as he looked at the chained and almost naked Pete sitting with his knees on the ground. The perfect position for a pet his mind told him.

Pete looked at him and then at the bowl, a defeated look on his face, probably from the tiredness he was feeling and the beatings he previously encountered.

His upper body almost gave in as his hands reached for the bowl, but instead of showing what a well-behaved pet he was, his chained hands pushed it aside, displaying a clear sign of rebellion.

He was not going to break.

Vegas crouched beside him, looking at him with a half-amused half-angry expression. "You know, what you did, is a waste of food. I told you to eat!" His two hands caught Pete by the hair and pushed his face towards the filled bowl, making him choke on the food.

As Pete was struggling to breathe, vegas kept pushing his face deeper into the bowl, enjoying the former's suffering. He let out a sadistic laugh and pulled Pete's face from to bowl so he would look at him again.

"Yummy?" The sadist asked with a smile on his face, "Eat." Pete's face was pushed into the bowl once more. He tried to resist by moving his body, but since he was chained, there was not much he could do.

Exactly as before, he pulled his head towards him again, wanting to see Pete's reaction to his behavior, that hatred in his eyes; he was loving it.

"How's it?" Vegas asked before Pete spat on his face and smiled, showing him that he doesn't give a shit about his anger-release methods.

He was not going to break.

"All right. If you're refusing to eat that I'll give you something better to eat," Vegas said before he stood up and began unzipping his pants.

"What are you doing?" Pete asked as he started to feel freaked out. Vegas pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees, one of his hands reached for Pete's head and pulled on his hair strands once more.

"Giving you your deserved meal," he said as he let his Italian designer shoe hover over Pete's clothed cock. "If you try something funny, I'm going to break your dick." Vegas pushed his cock against Pete's closed lips, urging him to open up.

The latter looked at him with so much contempt - if a gaze could kill, Vegas would surely be dead by now.

"I won't ask again, open your mouth," he said as his foot began pushing against Pete's poor manhood, squeezing his balls.

The frightened and now teary-eyed Pete opened his mouth and took the cock in; Vegas' deep and heartless thrust made the tip immediately touch the back of his throat. He gagged.

"Good boy," said vegas, praising him. He put his two hands behind Pete's head and began fucking his mouth in earnest, chasing his pleasure.

He... he was not going to break.

Pete gagged on his shaft, drool and tears kept coming out in waves. He tried to keep his mind blank so reality wouldn't strike him. He didn't know how he could face it if it would.

"Ah, fuck. You have a perfect mouth."

Vegas started moving his hips even faster; Pete almost couldn't breathe. "You love it, don't you? You need something to fill you up, mhm? Look at your cock," he said as he glanced at Pete's now half-hard shaft, moving his shoe all over it. "Hollow your cheeks for me, pet. Show your owner what a good boy you are."

Pete couldn't do much except take what he was given. After a few more thrusts, Vegas pulled out and began jerking himself off looking at Pete.

"Such a pretty face but such a brat," he said before he stood over the bowl and came, his cum joining the porridge that laid there.

He gripped Pete's face and pushed it down. "Lick it clean," he ordered. Vegas' foot was at his nape, not letting his head come up.

He broke down.

Pete felt disoriented - like his mind was disconnected from his body. His previous actions and the humiliation he experienced made him lose his senses, so he began licking at the cum covered porridge, cleaning it all out like he was instructed to.

A satisfied chuckle was heard, but Pete paid no attention to it and resumed his given task.

A hand started petting his head.

"I think I'll keep you for a long time pet. For a really long time."