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Vegas comes to consciousness with his arms tied behind his back wrapped around a pillar. The last thing he remembers is Ken knocking him out. He slowly takes in the room around him. Dim lights in blue and red, shadowed corners and a single table with an array of torture devices. He recognizes all of them. Has used all of them on some rat or another, has relished in the pain he caused them. They don’t scare him.
The door swings open to reveal a man followed by an army of bodyguards. Unlike the torture devices, this man terrifies him. Pete Theerapanyakul. First son of the Minor Family, Satan incarnate and the man who makes Vegas want. Vegas lifts his face to meet his eyes. His face is beaming but his eyes glint with rage. He nods and one of his men step forward to undo his belt and drop his pants. Vegas is left bare and exposed under the eyes of the devil. Pete stalks forward and grasps his cock. Vegas can barely suppress his gasp and a little keen escapes him as Pete strokes him.
“What a fine specimen, long and thick even when soft. I wonder how you would feel inside me. Hot, hard and throbbing,” Vegas’s eyes snap up in surprise.
“I’ve heard about you,” Pete continues, “Vegas Saengtham, Tankhun’s head bodyguard. Charismatic, skilled, handsome, and the nicest person to grace the Theerapanyakul compound. That’s what most people say,” Pete leans closer, lips millimeters away from his and the strokes on his cock continue. Voice soft, he says, “But in the shadows they say something else. They whisper that you do all the dirty work. You are an expert in torture and pain and . . .” Pete leans closer still, his lips brushing against Vegas’s earlobe as he speaks. “You like it.”
Vegas freezes as Pete slowly pulls back, his eyes now dancing with mirth and his hand starts to speed up as it strokes Vegas’s prick.
“So tell me, darling, has anyone ever let you use this” Pete’s hand squeezes his penis and Vegas gasps, “properly? Let you hurt them, torture them and fuck them into oblivion?” Pete squeezes him harder and then suddenly lets go. Vegas remains frozen, eyes on Pete as he pulls away completely and steps back.
“Put him on the bed, boys.”
Hands clamp down on his wrists, startling him. Vegas writhes, trying to break free but their grip is like iron. The men haul him towards the bed, he keeps struggling but all his efforts are in vain and he is made to lay on the bed. Wrists secured above him and both feet tied to the rods at the foot of the bed, spread wide. He strains his muscles against the ropes but they prove to be strong. He stops moving when Pete comes up to him and meets his eyes.
A hand comes up to stroke his cheek and Pete orders his men out and steps back. Vegas’s eyes follow him as he brings the same hand that was stroking his cheek to start unbuttoning his shirt. Vegas cannot look away as each centimeter of skin is revealed. His dick starts filling out as pink nipples, slim hips and a pert ass are revealed. Once he’s completely undressed, Pete moves closer and swings his leg over the bed and sits down, straddling Vegas’ hips. His ass grinds down against Vegas’ cock and he groans, scorching heat traveling down his spine. Pete leans down over him, his lips meet the base of his throat and he peppers light kisses up Vegas’s throat. Vegas’s manhood slowly hardens from the stimulation. He borders on losing himself to the haze of pleasure that is seeping in but he can’t. He has to fight back, he has to find some way to escape.
The vulnerable junction between his throat and shoulder is right in front of Vegas. He leans forward and bites down. Hard. Pete lets out a shriek of pain, Vegas only bites down harder and Pete gasps.
“Yes, daddy! Harder!”
Vegas jerks back, eyes wide. Pete leans back to meet his eyes. He pouts.
“Why’d you stop?” he says. His expression transforms into a vicious grin. He brings his hand up to swipe his thumb across the bite mark. Blood stains his thumb and he brings it to his lips. His eyes are on Vegas’ as he licks his thumb clean. Vegas’s cock fills out even more and Pete lets out a delighted laugh.
“Good thing I stretched myself a little before coming. You’re much bigger than I anticipated,” said Pete. He lifted himself up, positioning his hole above Vegas’s cock. “But I like the burn,” he says as he drops down on his dick, sheathing it completely. Vegas keens. Pete sets a punishing pace, bouncing on his cock and moaning like a whore. Vegas can do nothing but hold on. The pleasure builds and builds until it reaches its peak. Pete leans down and his pace slows, Vegas nearly sobs.
“Are you about to cum?” Pete asks. Vegas nods. Pete grinds down. Vegas’ vision blurs as pleasure floods his veins.
“But I won’t let you. You have to satisfy me first.” Pete lifts himself off his cock and reaches somewhere above Vegas. He brings his hand down to Vegas’s cock. Something cold and hard touches his dick before a tight sensation envelopes it. A gasp escapes him and he lifts his head up to look at his groin. Panic envelopes him when he sees a cock ring wrapped around his penis, snug and constricting. His eyes snap up to Pete’s which dance with cruel mirth.
“You aren’t cumming till I am satisfied.”
With that he drops himself down on Vegas’ cock and resumes his punishing pace. Vegas strains against the restraints as his body tries and fails to find release, assaulted by the constant pleasure. It takes only a few more thrusts for Pete to cum above him. He lets out a wail of pleasure as he rides out his orgasm. He slows to a stop when it ends, panting as he catches his breath. Without removing the cock from his ass he leans down to kiss Vegas. He forces his tongue into his mouth and Vegas bites down. Petes pulls back, blood stained lips stretched into a grin before he starts grinding down again. Vegas whimpers.
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He doesn’t know how long it has been. It could have been hours, days or even minutes. The pressure on his cock is unrelenting. All thoughts of escape or fighting back have left him. His every cell is focused on the man above him.
“Please . . . Please . . .,”
Pete slows down to shallow rocks as he leans down. His hand comes down to stroke his cheek.
“Are you begging me darling?”
“Please . . .”
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum.”
“Not yet! Two more, make me cum two more times, honey, and I’ll let you fill me up, hmm?”
“I can’t!”
Pete lifts himself up off the cock he is impaled on. He holds himself there for a moment then drops himself down. His ass meets Vegas’ hips with a loud smack. They both groan in unison.
“Come on, you can do it!”
“I can’t-”
“Please Daddy,” Vegas freezes at the title, heat swoops in his gut and his dick twitches. Pete’s eyes dance with amusement before they fill with tears. They spill down his cheeks leaving glistening trails behind them. He looks so pretty in tears.
“Please Daddy,” he pleads, voice soft like the whisper of a siren. “It’s not enough, I want to cum. Two more times, just two, Daddy, please. Can I, Daddy?” His pleas are like music to Vegas’ ears and he can only give one answer.
“Yes . . .”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, baby boy,”
Pete’s tears evaporate, replaced with a smirk in an instant. He starts bouncing on his prick again, plump ass smacking against his thighs. Vegas sobs.
“Thank you, Daddy.”