Newsy Nightmares (roleplay log) - Dom!Wilbur Soot

Part 1 (George)

Summary:

Two of the most notorious criminals in the city, and one seductive journalist end up tied to chairs by no one other than Wilbur soot. Talking and smut ensues.

Notes: There's a lot more background than that but honestly it's not important to enjoy. I pretty much just took a fic concept I had and then made it horny for a fun and kinky roleplay with friends that got way out of hand. I'd never done one before but it turned out to be really fun, and if you're on the DDK server, there's a good chance you've seen this before.

Written with: Prim, Ashtray (you said I could call you that), and Max_With_Anxiety
Notes:

Yes this is very horny and self indulgent and has small inconsistencies but thus is the nature of roleplays.

I don't want to tag the characters because that would take actual centuries, but you should be able to tell who's meant to be writing, as it switches every paragraph or so.

We've also made like 6 versions of this since...
(See the end of the work for more notes.)

    Wilbur leans back against the edge of his desk, gloved fingers delicately cradling a pocket watch as he stares at the three young men in front of him. Each has been tied to a chair, some different sizes than others. George's is smaller, older, the leather worn and soft. Dream's is hard wood and too small for him to sit comfortably. Techno's left on a beat up barstool, forcing him to hunch to maintain balance as his hands are tied behind his back, and one wrong move could send him careening to the floor.

    "So what exactly do you want from us, Mr. Soot," Dream was the first to speak, glaring at the man sitting so comfortably at his desk.

    George was terrified. He didn't like this; not the situation, but the fact he liked being helpless and tied to a chair like this. He was grateful that he seemed to have the most comfortable out of the three, but he was scared because that may be the nicest thing he gets from the person who had him hostage. He couldn't even speak out of fear, his shoulders hunched and head down as he listened to everyone else. He prayed to God that he would at least make it out alive and sane.

    Wilbur raises one eyebrow before responding, "It's not me who wants something, it's you who needs it. But I'm not just going to give you back an empire for free, Dream." He can't help but feel an inkling of curiosity, satisfaction by Dream's use of Mister, the corner of his mouth turning up softly. At least he has some respect

    Dream scoffed and looked at the floor, a speck of dust there suddenly seeming interesting to him. "You already have so much, Wilbur. You don't need anything more. It doesn't benefit you to keep using my company, as it doesn't gain you any profit or recognition. Give it back."

    "Oh you'd be surprised what your company gets me, that name of yours goes a long way around here. But you're right I suppose," Wilbur sighs, "it's more cosmetic than anything." He walks forward, long smooth strides bring him right up to Dream's chair, the other man's eyes still focused on the floor. That's not where Wilbur wants them to be. He grabs Dream's chin firmly with a gloved hand, tilting it up so he can look Dream in the eyes. "You can get your company back Dream, all it's going to take is for you to obey. Is that so hard for a bastard like you?"

Techno wasn't sure why he was in this situation. He was already being blackmailed by the man, so why have him here with his rival and the man's pet? Staying silent, he waited for whatever his captor had to say.