Bound by trust

Chapter 1 hot and heavy

The cold concrete pressed against Rook's back as Viper pinned him in place, the weight of the man's body an inescapable force. The collar around Rook's neck tightened slightly as Viper tugged it, the leather biting into his skin just enough to remind him who was in control.

"You're going to be such fun," Viper murmured, his voice a velvet threat that sent chills down Rook's spine. He stepped back just enough to look Rook in the eyes, his own gaze piercing, calculating. "But first, let's see how well you can follow instructions."

Rook's breath was ragged, the adrenaline from the fight still pulsing through his veins. He strained against the restraints, but Viper only tightened them, his grip unyielding. With a swift motion, Viper reached into a small, black case he had set down earlier, pulling out two small, circular pads connected by wires.

Rook's eyes widened as Viper held them up, a wicked smile playing on his lips beneath the mask. "These are going to help you learn some discipline," Viper said smoothly, pressing the first pad against Rook's chest, just above his heart. The adhesive stuck instantly, the cold, rubbery surface sending a shiver through Rook's body. The second pad followed, placed just below the first, perfectly aligned to send a jolt of electricity straight through his core.

Viper stepped back to admire his handiwork, his fingers brushing over the small remote connected to the pads. "Here's how this is going to work," he explained, his voice calm, almost instructional. "I'm going to push you, Rook. And you're going to stay silent. No sounds, no protests. If you make a noise..." He tapped the remote, and Rook's body jerked involuntarily as a sharp, stinging current pulsed through him.

Rook clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to cry out. The pain was brief but intense, leaving his muscles twitching in its wake.

"Good," Viper purred, noting Rook's silence. "Now, let's see just how much control you really have."

Before Rook could respond, Viper reached into his pocket and pulled out something that glistened in the low light—ice. A small, perfect cube of it, cold and merciless. Viper's gaze never left Rook's as he slipped his free hand down the waistband of Rook's pants, the ice following in a slow, deliberate descent.

Rook stiffened, every muscle in his body tensing as the ice slid lower, the freezing sensation spreading across his most sensitive skin. He bit down hard on his lip, his body instinctively jerking away from the cold intrusion, but there was nowhere to go, no escape from the frigid torment.

"Stay still," Viper ordered, his voice a dark, seductive command. The ice rested cruelly against Rook's most intimate places, sending shockwaves of sensation through him—cold against heat, pleasure against pain. The contrast was maddening, and Rook had to summon every ounce of his willpower to stay silent.

Viper watched him intently, his hand still on the remote, his thumb poised over the button. "You're doing well, Rook," he whispered, his voice like silk wrapping around Rook's frayed nerves. "But I can see it in your eyes... you're close to breaking. How long can you hold out, I wonder?"

Rook's breaths came fast and shallow, his body trembling from the cold and the sheer effort of remaining quiet. The ice was melting now, sending rivulets of freezing water down his thighs, adding to the torment. Every instinct screamed at him to make it stop, to cry out, but he knew what awaited him if he did.

Viper leaned in close, his lips brushing against Rook's ear. "Just one little sound, and you'll get what you deserve," he whispered, his tone almost coaxing, as if he wanted Rook to fail. "But you're too strong for that, aren't you? Too proud."

Rook's vision blurred, his focus narrowing to the sensations coursing through him—the cold, the electricity, the relentless pressure of Viper's presence. His body was on the edge, every nerve frayed, every muscle screaming for release.

Then, just as Rook thought he might finally give in, Viper pressed the remote.

The shock was immediate, brutal, tearing through Rook's body like fire. His muscles seized, his back arched off the concrete, and a strangled cry tore from his throat despite every effort to stay silent. The pain was overwhelming, blinding, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

When the current finally stopped, Rook collapsed back against the ground, panting heavily, his body trembling uncontrollably. Viper was still there, crouched beside him, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and something darker.

"You made a noise, Rook," Viper said softly, almost sympathetically. He reached out, gently cupping Rook's cheek, his thumb brushing away a bead of sweat. "But that's okay. You'll learn. I'll make sure of it."

Rook stared up at him, his vision swimming, his body still wracked with the aftershocks of the pain. And in that moment, he realized with a cold dread that this was just the beginning. Viper was going to push him further, break him down piece by piece until there was nothing left of the agent he once was.

And the worst part was, a part of Rook—small and buried deep—was afraid that by the time Viper was done, he might just be begging for more.