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From one moment to the other, the stale, musky air was laced with the aroma of dark coffee.
It was faint, but persistent; a foreboding sensory cocktail specially brewed for Phoenix to lose his mind to, added to the cold steel of the handcuffs against his wrists and the strain on his arm muscles from being held up for…hours? Days?
No. It felt like the beast had been sleeping for an eternity at that point. Just from its footsteps or its voice he couldn't tell if it had awoke; not a sound exits that room, and not a sound bleeds in.
But, coffee doesn’t lie.
From one moment to the other, dread started building up inside his chest, pooling inside his ribcage like murky water from a leaking pipe, tinged with the red dye of anticipation. He swallowed dry. The rough cloth covering his eyes was now damp with sweat. His neck and chest followed suit. It was definitely daytime already; he didn't need to see the summer heat for his body to respond to it. With that sort of petty daydreaming he tried to distract himself from the hell that was his surroundings.
That is, until the metal door creaked. Every last muscle in his body stiffened, as the aroma of coffee only got stronger. A wall of white noise hit him for the first time in a good while. Then, another creak from the door. Slow footsteps. And finally, the only voice he needed to hear.
"Good morning, my prisoner."
Phoenix felt himself smile, almost out of cringe. "Morning. Slept well, Mr. Armando?"
"Without your whiny brat voice purring at my bedfoot? Sure." There was not an ounce of humor in his voice. "How do you like your new cell?"
"Not bad, actually. Slept like a log."
"I don't doubt that." A couple more footsteps echoed; this time, Phoenix could tell Mr. Armando was barefoot. He tried to picture it in his mind.
It seemed a good chance to try and push some buttons. "Hey, hasn't it been a while already? C'mon... maybe you'll get a treat if you let me go now..."
"Hah! I will get a treat alright."
That 'hah' was always so amusing to hear. So belittling, but so threatening in context, more often than not accompanied by the metallic rattle of a belt. This time was no exception. Yet, it seemed he understood it would've been too nice to give a mere prisoner a chance to even laugh. In the half second Phoenix opened his mouth to snap back, a musty sole smacked him straight on the face.
"Who said you were in the position to negotiate?" His foot rubbed against him harder with every syllable. It was slimy with sweat and dirt. The raw musk punished his senses with every breath, forcing him to pant even harder in return. The nosebleed didn't register until seconds later. Not until Phoenix himself could smell the red on his face among the sensorial chaos… and all through it he remained barely mobile.
Of course. He didn't graduate from the Brat University for his Subs Degree to go to waste with easy masters. He knew exactly what buttons to push.
Suddenly, the grinding motion slowed down to a stop. The air tasted like late realization. It was as if the pervert ass smile slowly creeping up Phoenix's face had just taken effect. Who would've thunk. Without missing a beat, he dragged his tongue from the talon to the tip of Armando's toes. Savoring every single inch of it.
"You're one sick fucker, aren't you, Trite."
Phoenix could only respond to that with a giggle. He knows he is. As he opened his mouth to lick it down once again, Armando saw a chance. The opportunist son of a bitch shoved half his foot inside without another word, to which Phoenix gagged.
"Look up here."
Phoenix obeyed.
"The nail that sticks out is the one that gets pounded. You get my drift?"
He didn't really get it, but he still nodded slowly.
"Good." With this, he detached his foot from Phoenix's mouth, who found himself immediately gasping for air. "Hah. I don't hate this view," Armando scoffed. "Penix Trite at least looks presentable for once."
There was a primal urge to shut the old man up, but a voice from inside told him to refrain from it. Maybe it was good judgment. Maybe it was fear. It wouldn't the first time either way, so he took a deep breath, and opted for silence. The sound of clothes falling foreshadowed that the main dish was close anyway.
"Not so smug now, are you." Armando shouted from a distance, followed by his footsteps. Phoenix couldn't discern them as well now. His own heartbeat crashing in his ears now overpowered his sense of hearing. He couldn't tell anymore if the beast was drawing near, or about to abandon him. The dread inside built up faster by the second. Flooding his lungs. Befogging his mind. Damnit.
Seconds passed. A warm breath tickled his neck. "A dirty hoof in your mouth and you're already worked up like this, huh. Talk about slutty." Ah, yes. That flavor of shame was only now starting to set in. So frighteningly inciting. The warm breath was soon replaced with a series of playful bites, interwoven with some harsher ones in between that made him gasp and flinch every time.
It wasn't until a hand started toying with his chest that he noticed how much he was trembling. Another hand teased the tip of Phoenix's neglected erection. Just a little bit, as warning. He wanted to snap back so bad. If only he could toss back a single provoking line at the beast. But Mr. Armando had him completely paralyzed, from the tip of his toes to the circuits of his mind.
And he wasn't sure whether he hated it at all.
"P-Please…"
Armando painfully pinched a nipple between his fingernails. "Speak up, whore."
"Please… fuck me. I-I can't anym—ahh…" his words trailed off into an even louder moan. It was intoxicating.
"Come on. I know you can beg for dick better than that."
Phoenix knew exactly what he wanted to say, but his words tripped and stumbled on his tongue. The hand that toyed with his erection seconds prior now moved farther down, grabbing a handful of his ass. A husky whisper melted into his ear.
"Why be shy now? You've already exposed yourself to your Master." A teasing lick. Phoenix shuddered. "I know you want this piece of meat slapping between your thighs." Saying this, he pressed his body closer. Close enough for Armando's cock to gently grind against his side. Droplets of precum trickled across his leg. All dignity was out the window.
"Oh for fuck's sake, just fill me up. Fuck me pregnant. Make me yours. I don’t care how, just do it," Phoenix cried out. The shame and dread in his chest mixed together into a thick, black sludge; he couldn’t care less about anything else. Just as that thought crossed his mind, the husky whisper from before morphed into a mocking laugh. Armando licked the lobe of his prey's ear one last time before ungluing himself from him. Phoenix could still feel his body heat close to him. Something wasn't right. From one moment to the other, the blindfold wrapping around his face felt tighter.
One second. Two seconds passed…
…before it gracelessly fell in front of him. It was gone. His senses were freer now.
"Open your eyes."
Phoenix obeyed, reluctant. The single light bulb in the middle of the room shined brighter than he remembered, making him flinch ever so slightly. It took him a moment. But when he finally could see, it was like his breath had been stolen away. That absolute hunk of a man, crouching to meet his height—as the handcuffs had forced Phoenix down to the floor. Nothing to cover his body other than his old, chipped visor.
A smirk spread through Armando's face. "You look surprised."
"Why did you—"
"I wanted to look you in the eye. Any objections?"
Phoenix shook his head. The hard part was to keep eye contact, especially after… well.
"Good boy," Armando replied, immediately grabbing him by the ankles without a warning, and bending him upwards to expose his asshole. Another soft chuckle. He knows exactly what he's doing, laughing like that… and damn if it was working. Pausing a moment—surely to drag Phoenix's embarrassment for even longer—he gently lapped his sweaty hole, slowly, his tongue drawing circles on the sensitive skin, before penetrating, trying to reach as deep as possible inside. All the while Phoenix melted into a moaning, panting mess, completely submitting to the whims of his Warden's mouth. It was an almost masochistic energy what kept him like that. He had to fight back. But every time, his voice dissolved into whimpers and sighs, only to forget what he was about to say. He needed to get his Brat Title revoked. Just as he was thinking that, Armando gave one last deep lick before pulling out, and a strange sensation of emptiness spread through his lower half. "You ready?"
Phoenix nodded. It was funny how much he was doing that. He'd never been at such a loss for words before.
His body was now at Armando's crotch level. This time, he opposed no resistance; whatever happens just happens.
The tip softly prodded at his hole, not quite entering yet, just teasing. And, oh, Armando's face in that moment, so cheery and pleased with himself, almost as punch-worthy as the one he wore in court all those years ago. Even without seeing his eyes, Phoenix could feel his gaze on him. Not exactly on his ass, though. But on his face. Armando bent forward, propping himself up on his arms and knees; in a second, his face was millimeters away from Phoenix's.
His cock pressed its way inside, bit by bit, but that wasn’t even the highlight of the moment. Their lips closing the gap in that split second. Their tongues merging together as one.
Armando just kissed him.
How such an otherwise normal, mundane interaction during sex made him lose his mind that way was beyond him. Not like he cared. That alone was all he needed. If the bastard pulled out a knife to kill him right there and right then, he wouldn’t complain.
"Hah, you good?" Armando was still smiling at him when he came back to his senses.
"Mhmm…"
"That's a yes to me."
As the simulated eternity in Phoenix's mind came to an end, Armando started moving his hips. Slowly at first. Basking in the sight before him, for sure. His gaze on Phoenix's skin still burned as vivid. He could tell he wasn't pounding mindlessly, at least; every time Phoenix winced or gasped, he did his best to fix his pace. A detail I don't deserve, but whatever.
In that very moment—and as if he knew exactly what he was thinking—it all started becoming more and more animalistic. From Armando's fingernails digging into his thighs, to his first audible moans coming out from hiding. He didn’t even try to slow down anymore. The obscene sounds of their hips colliding was deafening. Fuck. The sensations all overpowered him; even the pain felt right when coming from that man. He threw his head back in ecstasy. It hit the brick wall. He didn't care. Whether the dizziness was from the stud going at him or from the hit didn't change a thing.
"Brat University my ass; you're a cock-thirsty submissive bitch, that's what you are."
Phoenix's eyes widened, "H—how did you—"
"I live rent-free in your mind. I know what's in there."
Armando accentuated that last word with a spank. But one wasn't enough. Phoenix needed more. And as if he were hearing his thoughts once again, he provided him with another one. Double as hard. Then, a proper slap on his cheek. A spit on his face. The nails digging into his thighs dragged across his leg. Phoenix couldn't hear his own moans anymore, but the look on Armando's face told him everything he needed to know.
He looked like a prime and proper slut.
"Fuck, I'm coming," Armando cried out in a whisper.
"A—Aghh, me too."
He scoffed, "…oh you sure?"
"Huh—?"
In lieu of a reply, he leant in for a profound kiss. Just as the pace of his thrusts quickened. Hitting repeatedly the spot as Phoenix's mind went blank.
Next thing he knew, Armando gave one last shove. A warm and thick liquid filled his insides.
And his thoughts faded to white.
Empty minutes passed.
He couldn't tell whether he had reached the orgasm or not. He didn't know if he even cared. Either way, he was at peace. The warm seed trickling out his ass was all he needed for his other senses to go numb.
"I'll check back on you later. Hope you enjoyed your breakfast, Trite, 'cause that's the only cock you're gonna eat in a while." Armando's voice echoed from a few steps away; near the metal door, if he had to guess. "You got your safeword if anything happens… though I doubt you will need it."
A mocking chuckle came with those last words. The door shut close with an ear-piercing rattle.
And soon, the aroma of dark coffee faded.