Chapter Text
The basement smelt like damp concrete, cigarette smoke, and bleach.
Homelander sat on the edge of the narrow mattress with his wrists cuffed in front of him, jaw tight, trying and failing to hide the tremor in his hands.
Across the room, Billy Butcher leaned against the metal table, sleeves rolled up, carving lazily at an apple with a hunting knife. The silence stretched. Homelander finally snapped first.
"Are you enjoying this?”
Butcher didn’t look up. “Bit sad, honestly.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
Homelander surged to his feet too quickly, dizzy from lack of food and sleep. The chain between his cuffs rattled.
Butcher watched him sway. The humiliation burnt hotter than the hunger.
“You think this makes you powerful?” Homelander spat. “Chaining me up?”
“No,” Butcher said calmly. “Seeing you this pathetic helps.”
Homelander looked away first. Butcher noticed. Of course he did. The knife clicked shut.
Slowly, deliberately, Butcher crossed the room until he stood directly in front of him. Close enough that Homelander could smell whisky on his breath.
“Look at you,” Butcher murmured. “All that noise. All that posturing. And now?” He grabbed Homelander’s jaw hard enough to bruise. “Now you can’t even meet my eyes.”
Homelander jerked against the grip.
“Don’t touch me.”
The butcher's thumb pressed cruelly into his cheek.
“Or what?”
Silence.
That was the worst part of all this.
Not the restraints. Not the basement. Not even the fear clawing under his ribs every time he woke up disoriented in the dark.
It was that there was finally nothing behind his threats. Butcher seemed to savour the realisation blooming across his face.
“There it is,” he said softly. “You finally understand.”
Homelander hated that his pulse jumped when Butcher touched him. Hated that the roughness made something hot coil low in his stomach alongside the anger.
Butcher’s eyes flicked downward, noticing everything. That smile widened, mean and knowing.
“Oh, that’s pathetic.”
Homelander flushed instantly. “Shut up.”
“You actually like it, you sick cunt.” Butcher laughed under his breath, cruel delight sharpening every word. “Christ. All it took was someone stronger finally putting you in your place.”
“I said, Shut up.”
Butcher shoved him backward onto the mattress.
Hard.
Homelander caught himself awkwardly, breathing unevenly now, more furious at his own reaction than the man looming over him. Butcher planted a boot between his knees.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he said. “You stop pretending you’re still a god. You stop talking back. And maybe I start treating you like a person instead of a rabid dog.”
Homelander glared up at him, eyes bright with fury.
Butcher only leaned closer.
"Or", he said quietly, “you keep pushing me, and we both find out how low you can sink.”
For one awful second, Homelander felt heat curl through him at the threat.
Butcher saw that too. And this time, when he smiled, there was nothing kind in it at all.
Butcher’s knee pressed hard against Homelander’s crotch, kneading cruel, gentle circles.
Homelander hated the whimper that escaped his lips. Hated how his worst enemy's simple touch was already breaking him down.
The compound V that was blown out of him used to make simple touches like this feel like nothing, but heat burnt in his veins, stronger than any compound V.
Homelander bit down on his lip hard, causing blood to be drawn. Butcher noticed how pathetically Homelander was already reacting.
The gentle circles grew quicker and harder; Butcher could feel the Homelanders' bulge grow against his foot, awkwardly bent and pressed against his boot.
Butcher let out a scoff, leaning further down towards Homelander.
“You want me to continue?” He asked gruffly. He wanted to hear Homelander beg.
Homelander swallowed, his breath already racing. The air in the room grew thick and heavy between the men.
“N-No.” Homelander couldn’t help but stutter; hiding his pleasure was growing impossible.
Butcher laughed.
“Alright then.” He immediately lifted his foot up.
The sudden loss of sensation made Homelander shudder and whimper. He needed it back, desperately.
All Butcher could do was grin at the pathetic sight. He turned to leave.
"W-Wait—" Homelander whispered, lifting his handcuffed hands towards Butcher. The chains rattled, and Butcher turned back, an eyebrow raised.
He didn’t speak.
Homelander took a breath; his erection was pulsing, begging for more.
“P-Please… William", He cringed at himself. How weak and human he sounded.
With slow movements, Butcher moved back towards Homelander and pressed his boot down hard on Homelander's cock. Homelander immediately curled over, a pathetic wheeze escaping his lips.
But it only turned him on more.
Butcher continued his assault with his boot, speeding up at every moan and whimper that left his mouth.
Homelander twitched from the touch, leaning back against the wall as he came closer to his release.
He came quickly, humiliation burning on his face, tears pricking his eyes.
Butcher removed his foot, making Homelander gasp. Butcher stayed close to Homelander, staring into his glossy ocean-blue eyes.
Butcher, without saying anything, pushed Homelander onto the mattress, shocking Homelander and making him whimper as he landed.
The heat was too much in the damp basement. Leaving Homelander pathetically curled in on himself, rage and humiliation burning through his veins, Butcher turned and left the basement.
This wouldn’t be the end of Homelander’s torture.