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The static in Tom’s visor was strong today, seemingly hectic as he slammed his hand against the side of his face in an attempt to fix his vision. He cursed under his breath when all it did was leave a stinging sensation on his skin. He would have to go to Red Leader to get it fixed. It was humiliating each and every time he went, though it felt as if the time between visits was getting shorter and shorter. Another surge of static covers his sight, startling Tom and causing his pen to snap in his hand. With a scoff, Tom stumbles to clean up before promptly rushing to Tord’s office. This was getting ridiculous.
Tord, however, was sitting smugly at his desk. His fingers danced atop a new toy he had made, sending electromagnetic frequencies just right enough to befuddle Tom’s visor. He was quite bored today, you see, and in need of some entertainment. No more than ten minutes later, he was greeted with that lovely scowl atop Tom’s face.
“Ah! Tom! What a lovely surprise! What brings you in here today?~” He coo’s cheerfully, enjoying the way Tom’s brow creases in annoyance.
“It’s the visor. The static hasn’t lessened up. Are you sure you’re still capable of fixing things? Or is breaking all you do.” The Brit spits out, voice tense with hatred. Tord’s eyes narrow, a rush of icy warning sweeping the room.
“Is that how you speak to your leader?” He mutters lowly, voice soft as a decoy of politeness. Tom grits his teeth, willing himself to snap back or say something snarky. Another pulse of static covers his vision, this time accompanied by a slight stinging.
“Do you need to be reminded of your place? Of your use to me?” Red Leader continues, accompanied by the sound of his chair scraping across the floor as he stands. Tom pushes blindly at his visor, struggling for some semblance of his sight. The stinging goes away, but soon he feels a rush as his feet are knocked out from under him.
“On your knees.” Tord snaps, the toe of his boot nudging Tom up from the sprawled out position he landed in. Watching with a smile, Tord couldn’t help but feel a surge of elation at the sight of Tom blindly scrambling to his knees. His head bowed in respect and his palms resting on his thighs. Tord held the praise that threatened to slip from his tongue, continuing to circle Tom like a shark.
Tom was still, slowing his heavy breathing so he could hear the footsteps of Red Leader around him. The steps stopped right before him, his breath hitching as a stiff boot forced its way between his thighs. He winced as it pressed down on his flaccid cock, brow furrowing in pain and a choked gasp leaving his lips. Tord only hummed in amusement, slowly grinding his toe against Tom’s crotch.
“Pathetic mutt.” He drawls lovingly, the insult dripping with the intoxication of fine wine. Tom hated- loathed the rush of warmth it sent through his body, letting out a growl to affirm his emotions. This only spurred Tord on more, his foot raising to press on Tom’s chest and pushing him to the floor.
“Behave.”
Tord warns, kicking open Tom’s legs and pressing the sole of his foot on the man’s growing bulge. Tom can’t help but keen, back curving ever so slightly off the ground as his hips jolt forward into the pressure of his leader’s boot. A pained groan leaves Tom before he can help it, not realizing how sensitive everything was without his sight to ground him. His cock only grew harder under the boot pressing down on him, his loathing growing tenfold in turn.