Silco's praise (aka Silco fucks his new bartender who has a praise kink and is a little pathetic bottom)

by Sadoracoonboy

Summary:

He watches his boy squirm nervously in seat as he smokes, enjoying the quiet after the day he’s had.
He then remembers that the boy had had an equally hard day and felt mercy soften his mood.
“You did well today, Alex. You held your own.” He watched, as the praise reached the boy’s brain and subsequently melted it. It was always fascinating to watch him receive praise.
It was a joy.
“Th-thank you, sir.” He muttered quietly. Lowering his head.
Silco laughed darkly. He really was so cute.
This time though, he noticed a new reaction. The boy’s thighs shifted, before he crossed his legs entirely. He picked at his skin awkwardly and tried to pretend his breathing wasn’t shaky.
“Boy…” he rasped, revelling in the way the boy shivered bodily.
“Yes, sir?” he mumbled, quietly. Avoiding his gaze.
“Look at me.” He purred, in a way that he knew would send any man to his knees. The boy obeyed. Eyes glazed over in what was obvious lust.
Oh, this was just too perfect.
“Do you normally get aroused in your bosses office?”

Notes:

Im not a good writer, so the tense changes every page, take it as artistic expression

Chapter 1

The Last Drop hadn’t changed much since Vander’s death.
Silco had renovated the place. Updated the interior to better fit the tastes of his new clientele.
Mainly goons of the Chembarons.
But the layout was much the same. And the upstairs where Silco’s office was now located hadn’t been touched by the renovations at all.

He’d had to employ a new bartender after the last one mysteriously disappeared. Probably arrested. Or mugged. Maybe murdered for fun and ditched in an alley.
Maybe Jinx scared him off for good.
She had a bad habit of toying with his employees.

He’d already interviewed two people for the position. Usually, he’d let Sevika just pick the one she deemed fitting for the position, but when it came to his bartenders, he had specific standards.
He’d made them run trials, giving them different classics to prepare and testing them himself.
The first one didn’t know half the drinks and dropped two glasses.

The second one snapped back at him and was rather liberal with his measurements.
He would have to go back to the first one and train them, if the next candidate didn’t turn out better.
He’d already received a small profile.

Two pages of them describing their skills and a small profile with their age and name.
No picture. He always had it that way in case his fickle judgement kept him from hiring a good worker.
This was a boy. In his late twenties and with alleged bartending experience. But that’s what all the others claimed as well.

“Alexander” he murmured to himself, as he read through the file once more as he waited for the boy to arrive.

A knock on the door and Sevika entered, hand on the shoulder of a short man.
Silco stared for a moment, taking in the sight before him.

The boy was about a head shorter than Sevika. Slim build, hidden under the fanciest clothes he probably owned, a linen suit, amateurly tailored to fit his waist and dyed an uneven black tone.

His hair was dark and messy. Unruly strands mostly covering his forehead.
Dark eyes stared up at him nervously. He could see the anxiety crush him with each second he didn’t speak.
The kid’s face was boyish. Cheeks round and flushed.

He looked healthy, but like any resident of the Lanes he wasn’t unmarred. A few small scars scattered his face. One in the middle of his bottom lip. A small, but deep scar under his eye and one long raised line across the width of his delicate throat.

He wondered what it would feel like crushed in his hands…

He sighed and finally spoke, releasing the boy from Sevika’s hold.
“Come here, boy.”

The command was clear. Sevika gave him a rough push, when he hesitated.
He stumbled slightly, then obeyed. Head lowered; he approached his desk.
“Sit.” Now he obeyed immediately. Sitting in the wooden chair stood beside him.

He began his usual interview questions and as the boy gave routine answers, he eased into the chair, tension dropping. Still vigilant for every one of Silco’s movements though.
“Then, we’ll continue the interview downstairs. I hope your prepared to demonstrate your skills.” He watched carefully as the boy hesitated, momentarily confused, then understanding what he meant.

He nodded eagerly.
No words then. Silco mused to himself and stood without another word, leading them to the bar. There were no costumers yet.

Sevika followed behind them with heavy steps, staring holes into the boy’s back.
The tension was palpable as the kid tried to act like he wasn’t being watched like a hawk.
He got with him behind the bar counter and explained where everything was stocked, before sitting next to Sevika at the counter.

He turned to her as the boy feverishly memorised the location of everything.
“You really need to be here? Do you think he’s dangerous.” He mused.
Sevika scoffed.
“’Course not. I’m just curious to see this.” Her eyes were fixed on the nervous boy with an amused glint.
“Okay, let’s start with something easy.” He piped up.

The boy snapped into work mode as soon as he gave the orders. Gaze zoning out as he prepared the demanded drinks, speaking to his previous bartending experience.

The drinks were decent, some of them above average and the boy knew how to garnish them.
What sealed the deal was the sweet smile the kid tried to hide, when he complimented his execution of the last drink order.
A dark blush tinting the tips of his ears, stoking Silco’s hunger.

“You’re hired, boy.” He declares later, haphazardly while closing the kids file on his office desk.
He lights up, seemingly shocked.
“Thank you, sir.” He mutters, eyes wide and excited.
Oh. His teeth glint, as he grins, sharklike.
So, it’s like that. ‘Sir’. How cute.
“Show up here the same time tomorrow. I’ll give you the uniform then.”
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Several weeks later the boy had acclimated nicely. Despite his firstly anxious demeanour, he turned out to be quite competent with costumers, charming them into spending their money.
It was a sight to watch him work.

In his new, well fitted uniform, his figure was nicely pronounced. His messy hair adding a cute touch.
Costumers fawned over him.

Sevika had already had to throw out on or two pushy gents, who insisted on taking the bartender home.
The boy clearly underestimated his charms. Sending wrong signals unintentionally.

Silco rather enjoyed it. He didn’t pay too much attention to the boy in the first two weeks. But had him bring up a drink to his office once or twice, enjoying the shy ‘sir’s and awkward stares, as he kept him there just long enough to have him squirming, where he stands.

Call him a sadist. But the boy was just too cute, when he got nervous just for him. When his usual warm, charisma crumbled and he was left fidgeting nervously.

…

Silco was a force of nature, that was for sure. He hadn’t talked to you much at all since the interview, that had left you with more adrenaline in your body, than you’d ever felt in your life.
You could see the crowds part, when he came down from his office to take care of business outside. Sevika often tagging close behind. But even without his unnerving guard, the people feared him.

He was no doubt powerful.
He was also about 15 years older than you. Attractive. Mirthful and cold in the few interactions you’d had and it made your heart flutter and heat settle in your gut.

The looks he grazed you with made you shiver.
It was like he was examining every freckle and looking into your very soul, even if the glances were brief from across the bar.
You practically felt it on the back of your neck, when he looked at you from a distance.
It was a highlight of your otherwise boring workday, when you saw the infamous Chemlord.

The Last Drop had become a comfortable place for you otherwise. The clientele was rough, but simple. Easily convinced with a few smiles and small talk. They loved talking about themselves and tipped well.
Some had gotten the wrong idea about your interest. One man and one woman. One gangly and tall the woman short and stout.
She’d been attractive, but you’d had no intention of leaving your post to do…whatever was on her mind after a few drinks.

Luckily, Sevika was there most of the time during service hours. She wasn’t exactly nice to you, but you guessed she had to make sure Silco’s employees didn’t get damaged.
You dreaded the day, when she wasn’t around to hold off unwanted attention.

Today was like any other. You’d clocked in, put on your fancy uniform and stocked up the bar, before the first costumers came in.
But something was off.
People were nervous. Tense. And there were barely five people in the bar at any given time. They ordered, drank in silence and left.
Weird.
You didn’t think too much about it. Enjoying the peace and quiet.

After nine pm, there were only two people left in the bar. You’d cleaned the row of glasses twice now. Bored out of your mind.
That boredom cleared up quickly, when your keen ears picked up the sound of Silco’s office door opening.

Your heartbeat quickened. And your eyes instinctively snapped to the stairs leading down into the establishment.
When a well-polished boot appeared on the first step, you quickly went back to pretending to be busy.
Your blood rushed in your ears, as you kept your head down and heard the soft steps approaching.

You sensed that gaze on you and flushed. Gods, how pathetic.
“Alexander.” You jumped and nearly fainted. He’d never actually addressed you with your name before. It made your heart race.

You finally gathered the courage to look up.

Silco looked good as ever. Dark hair slicked back, silver strands garnishing it in a way that was inexplicably attractive.
His eyes holding an unreadable expression.

You were tense as you waited for him to speak. Almost forgetting to keep breathing.
“Fix me a drink, will you.” He purred in that dangerous lilt of his and you could swear you saw a hint of a smirk as he sat down at the bar.

Wow, that was new.

Silco usually stayed cooped up in his office and rarely lingered in the bar unless absolutely necessary.
You shook your head lightly to ground yourself back in reality.
“The- the usual, sir?” you cursed your stutter and hoped he didn’t notice.

Of course, Silco didn’t move a muscle. Expression still unconcerned. Eyes fixed on your movements, like a large cat watching it’s next meal.

You couldn’t help the dark blush heating your face as you prepared his drink. You hadn’t noticed the extra garnish you’d put on it. Hopefully he didn’t see it as the overeager gesture it was.
You watched in awe, as he swirled the liquid. Eyes wide and transfixed, when he lifted the glass to his scarred lips, sipping leisurely.

A single drop of the dark liquor missed his lips and slowly ran down his chin.

A loud crash.

You looked down, belatedly realising that you’d dropped the glass in your hands. Even the last two patrons had turned around to see what the noise was.
Shit.

You managed to not break a single thing in three weeks and now you break the first glass in front of Silco??
Panic swirls in your chest.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” He chides and you nearly flinch.
“Shattering a glass, boy? In your probation period too.” You could hear the lazy amusement in his voice.

You dared to look up.

“I’m sorry, sir-“ you rush to apologize, but what you see renders you speechless.

The corner of his mouth is drawn up, exposing a sharp canine.
Your jaw is slack for a moment. It seems to amuse him further. Before his face darkens, causing you to tense.

“I’m going to have deduct that from your pay, boy.” You lower your head in shame, his disappointed tone sobering you.

“Y-yes, sir.” You mutter and begin picking up the shards. As you’re crouched down, the bell above the door chimes.

“EVERYONE OUT!” Someone barks gruffly. Chairs shuffle and Silco turns around.
You hiss, accidentally having cut your palm on a shard, when the loud noise made you jump.
You scooped up the last few pieces and discarded them, standing upright once again.
You could now see how was there.

Enforcers. Five of them.
Not armed heavily, but still. They were bad news.
They made their way towards Silco. A short man of higher rank at the front leading them. You watched wearily as they pulled up.

“Silco.” The man grumbled. His distaste obvious.
“Marcus.” Silco purred, gaze fixed on the drink in his hand.
“Your people are causing trouble in my territory; I thought we had a deal!” The enforcer growls.
Silco scoffs.

“Straight to the point, hm? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He finally lifts his gaze.
Marcus’ features tighten, before his poisonous glare fixes on you.
“Got a new bartender, did you?”

You feel your blood run cold. Silco remains unmoving.
“Are you sure you don’t know anything, Silco?” he taunts.
Silco shakes his head and sighs in faux disappointment. Marcus’ eyes narrow.

A small nod.

Suddenly one of the large men is approaching you and before you can understand what’s happening he’s pulled you out from behind the bar and dragged you towards his initial position.
You thrash reflexively, protesting, but the burly man puts an arm around your neck, threatening to choke with each unwelcome movement.

Your frantic eyes find Silco, he looks utterly unimpressed. Not even looking in your direction.
“What about now?” Marcus questions once again.
Silco doesn’t change his indifferent expression. He finishes off his drink and leisurely sets the glass aside.
“Is this supposed to put me in a compromising position?” he muses.
Your eyes widen, you feel your heart in your throat.
“Ralph.” A short command.

The man holding you pushes you to a slight distance, then a resounding kick lands against your lower leg.
You choke on air as sharp pain throbs up your leg. The man lets you go, and you crumple to the floor, holding your leg.

You pant slightly as you try to breathe through the pain. You look up to Silco, fearful. How far would he let them go.
He still looks unimpressed. Or mostly so, because he has changed his position slightly.
Marcus has a frustrated look on his face.

“Do you really not value your staff?” He mocks.
“I can get another.” Silco dismisses. Your heart sinks.
They’re gonna kill me!

You try to get up, the delusional hope of fleeing urging you to move.
“Get him.” Marcus snaps coldly. The big man behind you kicks your side. Luckily, he only manages to hit your hip, still the strong kick sends you back to the floor.

You groan, curling up to protect your organs from any further attacks. Another sharp kick lands near your spine, hitting you right in the ribs and stealing your breath. Your vision swims.

You whimper, wanting to send a plea for mercy to either Marcus or Silco, but neither look at you.
“What is this game, Marcus? You know this won’t do you any good.” Silco’s voice simmers with an edge of aggression.
Marcus smiles, slightly manic.

“I’m telling you right now, if I catch your people in my business again, our deal will be off.” He threatens.
“Sure.” Silco is back to his reclined posture. “But remember what you have to lose.” He growls lowly. It shakes Marcus just slightly and you can spot the flash of fear in his eyes, before spiteful anger overtakes his features.

“We’ll take our leave now.” He says casually.
“And I think we’ll take a little souvenir with us.” He muses. Ralph doesn’t need an explicit command as he uses his gorilla strength to pick you up by the throat.
Now there is a flicker of something in Silco’s eyes.
“Leave the boy be, Marcus.” He chides, voice sounding light.
Marcus huffs.

“Why should I? Is he dear to you Silco?” He bites, venomous and mocking. Silco stays silent. Then he says something unexpected.

“I’ll trade you.” He offers, still aloof.
Marcus’ eyes light up.

“What will you trade?” He questions sharply his eagerness palpable.
Silco smirks slyly.
“Information.”
Marcus hesitates.
“Fine.”

The two men disappear in Silco’s office. Leaving you in the tight, sweaty grasp of Ralph. Now that the immediate danger is gone, you have the capacity to shudder in disgust. Your body ached all over. You could swear you could feel the hematoma form under your skin, swelling and throbbing with dull pain.

Hopefully Silco doesn’t take too long.
And after what felt like half an hour, the men return. Ralphs palm had only gotten sweatier and you were praying that Silco had secured a deal that soothed Marcus’ spiteful anger.

You really couldn’t take any more hits.
Marcus, to your relief nodded to Ralph, who finally peeled his sweaty paw from your shoulder. You quickly escaped towards the bar, turning to watch the men wearily.

Silco exchanged a few more words with Marcus, then the enforcers left. Leaving the establishment barren.
“Good fucking gods.” You cursed as you leaned back against the bar. Holding your side, you allowed yourself to bend over slightly, now that you didn’t have to keep a strong face.

Without the excess adrenaline, the pain also seemed to double.
Silco was suddenly stood before you. You looked up. Surprised.

His expression was unreadable.
Once again. When could you ever decipher what was going on in his head?
“Sir…” you muttered, unsure if you were in trouble or not.
“My office. Now.” He said briskly, before starting to walk. You hurried to follow him. He held open the door for you and then closed it behind you. Locking it.

You swallowed. Throat tight with anxious anticipation.
Is this where it ends?
You stand tensely in the middle of the room.
“Sir, I apologize…” You stutter, despite not knowing what you would be even apologizing for. He suddenly grabbed your shoulders and pushed you onto a chair beside his desk. You sat wide eyed and confused. You opened your mouth to babble more apologetic nonsense.

“Shut up, boy.” He said, but there was no heat to his words.

You obeyed. Lowering your gaze. Silco sighed and pulled up a chair to sit in front of you.

“Unbutton your shirt.”

You went bright red and gawked at him.

“What?” He sighs again, annoyed.

“Your injuries, boy. I need to check them.” He explains and you take a moment to process that.
“Ah, of course, sir.” You mutter, red flush only creeping lower as you unbuttoned your dishevelled vest and shirt, fingers trembling slightly.

Luckily, Silco was patient.

When you finally shrugged off your shirt, you were slightly self-conscious about the scars under your pecs, hoping he wouldn’t question them.
He did, in fact, not question them, his eyes instead fixing on the darkening bruise, spreading from under your belt.

“Turn around for me.” The soft command made you shiver slightly. You turned on the chair, exposing your aching back to him. You tried to sit straighter, but it pulled the skin of your back taut, causing you to hiss slightly in pain.
Silco inspected the bruise without touching. Humming thoughtfully.
The back of your neck burned with the feeling of his gaze on you. You shifted nervously.

“Turn back to me. Show me your leg.” You obeyed without hesitation. You tensed, when you pulled up your pant leg and brushed the bruised spot a little too roughly.
His eyes snapped to your face, before examining the bruise.
“Hm, I don’t think anything is broken, but I want you properly examined.” He said decisively.

“What?” You ask dumbly. He chuckles, amusement finally breaking the serious air about him.
“A doctor, darling.” He muses, and your heart jumps at the pet name.
“I’m calling my medic to look you over, just to be safe.” He pets your shoulder and then stands.
…

A little while later, the medic, a tall man with sparse hair is examining your injuries. He’s quiet, didn’t even say ‘hello’. He’s quick and gentle. Applying ointment and patching up your hip, where your belt had broken the skin slightly.
He explains that the injuries aren’t severe and a couple days of taking it easy should fix it.
Silco thanks the man. You wonder how he got him to come here so late.

After the medic has left, you feel the exhaustion creep into your bones. You sigh where you sit. You reach for your shirt to pull it on before you remember the fresh ointment on your back. Conflicted, you look at the expensive garment, considering your options. You couldn’t leave the Last Drop shirtless…

Silco turns to you. He smirks when he realises your problem.
“Just stay until the ointment has been absorbed.” He walks around his desk and lights a cigar. He notices your intent gaze on him and chuckles.

“I do hope me smoking is alright with you.” He watches you expectantly, faux concern in his eyes. You quickly shake your head.

“No, it doesn’t bother me, sir.” You assure, not quite convinced he would’ve put out the expensive cigar, if you had said otherwise.
He grins, self-satisfied, baring those teeth again. It has you hypnotised.

…

The boy looks dumbfounded. It’s electrifying how hard he’s drawn to every one of Silco’s movements.
He blows the smoke he’d held in his lungs in the boy’s direction and it breaks his focus. He looks down and blushes.

He observes with great pleasure, that his blush spread down to his chest, just like he’d theorised.
He watches his boy squirm nervously in seat as he smokes, enjoying the quiet after the day he’s had.

He then remembers that the boy had had an equally hard day and felt mercy soften his mood.
“You did well today, Alex. You held your own.” He watched, as the praise reached the boy’s brain and subsequently melted it. It was always fascinating to watch him receive praise.

It was a joy.

“Th-thank you, sir.” He muttered quietly. Lowering his head.
Silco laughed darkly. He really was so cute.

This time though, he noticed a new reaction. The boy’s thighs shifted, before he crossed his legs entirely. He picked at his skin awkwardly and tried to pretend his breathing wasn’t shaky.
“Boy…” he rasped, revelling in the way the boy shivered bodily.
“Yes, sir?” he mumbled, quietly. Avoiding his gaze.

“Look at me.” He purred, in a way that he knew would send any man to his knees. The boy obeyed. Eyes glazed over in what was obvious lust.
Oh, this was just too perfect.

“Do you normally get aroused in your bosses office?” The effect was immediate, the boy went pale, before the red returned with a vengeance. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, but he could conjure no words.

Silco chuckled, he could feel the hunger roil in his core. Desperate to devour this cute thing squirming in front of him.
“What’s wrong, Alex?” he teased lowly. “Am I right? Is someone feeling needy after the day they’ve had?” He laces condescension into his words and they have the desired effect.

The boys eyes lid and he digs his fingers into his thighs.

Chapter 2: Smut for my two desperate readers

Summary:

Alexander gets exceedingly needy...so Silco, gracious as he is, throws him a bone, if you will.

Notes:

TAGS HAVE BEEN UPDATED PLEASE READ!!!
Again, please ignore how the tense changes, enjoy the smut you horndogs. Next chapter will possibly come today (yes, they will finally arrive at 'bone town', dear commenter.)

Your heart was palpitating. You were sure you could pass out any moment.

Not just had you felt wetness soil your underwear in presence of your boss, but he had noticed???

 

You still couldn’t comprehend how he knew. Were you that easy to read?

You felt dizzy. Frozen in place. Mortified at the clench of arousal in your core. The heat of your embarrassment burned down to your arms and back.

“What’s wrong, Alex?” Silco’s words had you holding your breath. “Am I right? Is someone feeling needy after the day they’ve had?” Silco’s voice was laced with condescension, and you cursed your body as your dick twitched in pathetic excitement.

 

Yes, to be frank, you were feeling needy. Incredibly so. You had never struggled with your libido, but the danger you’d earlier experienced and the climactic addressing of the tension between Silco and you had you clenching around nothing, soaking through to your pants.

 

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to gather some remnant of composure.

“I know I’m right, boy.” He purred.

“So, why don’t you be a good boy for me and come over here.” The command was a low growl, making you shudder.

 

I wanna be good for him.

 

The thought sparked shame through you, before you could bury it.

 

Fuck, so pathetic. But did it matter now?

Your body moved on autopilot; you supressed a grimace at the slick feeling between your thighs as you obeyed. Rounding the desk on shaky legs.

You stood before him now. Unable to look at him, your gaze fixed onto his well-polished boots.

 

He let the silence stretch, no doubt to torture you.

 

He wants me to look at him…

 

You realized in slight mortification. When you dared to look up, there was no emotion on Silco’s marred features. But his eyes…Gods.

His scarred eye stared blankly. Making you feel like you were prey, palpable hunger in its hollow gaze.

 

His healthy eye…

Well, it revealed about everything he wanted to do to you right now. Pupils fat, eye lidded as he looked up. Lust burning holes into your skin as he roved his sight down to your trembling thighs, up your scarred chest to your beet red face.

You couldn’t supress a whimper as his obvious stare erupted butterflies in your stomach, sending a shiver down your spine.

 

You could see the hunger flare in the way Silco tensed.

 

You averted your eyes again. Unable to stand the tension much longer. Fraying at the seams.

 

“Kneel.”  Came the growled command. Harsh and urgent. He wasn’t unaffected.

 

Your shaky knees gave way to gravity before you could consider disobeying. You tensed as pain shot up your injured leg, but were effectively distracted as Silco spoke again.

 

“Good boy.” He rumbled in that baritone that made your insides quiver.

 

You couldn’t fight the moan that crept up your throat, brows drawing together in overwhelm.

Fuck, yes. I wanna be your good boy.

That pathetic voice, begging inside your head got louder. Consuming all coherent thought.

 

“Sir-“you croaked. Squirming. Unsure what you wanted to say.

 

“Call me ‘good boy’ again”?

Or “Fuck me.”?

 

Pleading for his cock yet seemed like a step too desperate even in your current state.

He noticed your uncomfortable squirming with an amused chuckle.

 

“Oh dear. Is someone desperate for…friction?” he teased. Keeping his intense gaze, where your thighs were trying to decide, if they should stay spread or press together.

You whined. You just couldn’t help it.

 

Horrendously pathetic, gods.

 

“Y-Yes.” You mutter. Voice high and needy.

His lips pulled into a displeased frown.

 

“Yes, what?” He tested, voice dipping.

Oh, fuck.

 

“Y-Yes, sir.” You stuttered. Lashes fluttering against your will. The tension was driving you insane. Your dick throbbing with the need for touch.

“Good boy.” He drawled, watching as the words shivered through you.

 

“If you’re so desperate, why don’t you use my boot to get off?” He says it casually, like he didn’t just suggest and insane action, you definitely had never fantasised about. He shifts his right leg out and closer to you. Offering the shiny boot.

Your jaw gaped slightly, and you looked up to ensure he wasn’t fucking with you.

His expression was carefully bored. He raised an eyebrow at your hesitation.

 

“Take what you want, boy. My merciful moods are fleeting.”

You stayed frozen, in awe.

 

His eye narrowed. And he leaned down, threatening.

“If you don’t move right now, you won’t cum before the break of dawn, do you understand?” He hissed.

 

Your eyes widened, hot arousal spiked through you, then despair.

 

No, you might actually die if that happened.

 

You moved, carefully. You scooched closer, his foot now between your thighs. You chew your lip, arousal and shame fighting a war in your heated body.

 

He sighed in annoyance. Then his boot pushed harshly between your legs. You choked on a moan at the overwhelming pressure against your cock. It felt insane after being untouched for so long.

He grinned wolfishly and pushed his foot up again, rubbing the buckle against your cock, before the tip of the boot put pressure against your dripping hole.

You moaned in earnest, eyes fluttering and shaking hands instinctively grabbing his calf in an attempt to ground yourself.

 

You shifted your hips slightly and keened at the delicious friction it provided you. Silco let you.

He didn’t interfere as you began to hump his boot. Jaw slack and brows pinched in concentration as your hips moved for you. Your hands held on tightly, as if he could pull away and ruin your approaching orgasm at any second.

 

You’re unaware of the filthy noises you make. Drool gathering on your tongue as you lose yourself.

Pleasure shoots up your spine with every rut, bringing you closer to the edge. You start to ramble against your better judgment.

 

“Wanna be g-good for you-…” you finally whine out the depraved thoughts.

“Wanna be your toy-…” you whimper, voice cracking as he increases the pressure on your cock.  

 

“Is that right? You want to be my puppy?” He muses. His voice rough with his own arousal.

Your hips stutter with the rush that goes through your body.

 

Fuck, he knows you.

 

“Yes, yes-…” you chant dumbly. You can taste your high, chasing it desperately as you start rutting again.

He tuts. Then pulls his leg away slightly. Your hands let go of his calf and land on the floor. Leaving you on all fours before him, hips twitching.

 

You whine as your built-up orgasm fades from your grasp.

 

“What do you want?” He demands gruffly.  “Tell me. Clearly.”

 

You shudder. Finally looking up at him through your wet lashes.

“I wanna…be your puppy.” You slur. Your tongue heavy in your mouth.

 

You see him shiver, honest to Gods. It sparks excitement in your chest.

 

“Good boy.” He purrs; voice syrupy as he graciously positions his boot back between your legs. You gasp with need as you get right back to work.

Chasing the remnants of your orgasm.

 

“Fuck-...fuck yes-!” you whine as your vision blurs. So close to falling over the edge. Tension building in your lower stomach.

 

Your hips ache and your injured leg stings, but it only fuels your desperate movements. Following a previously well buried instinct, you start to beg.

"Pl..please, sir. Can I cum? Please-!” you pant, teary eyes, meeting his heated gaze.

 

When he hesitates for a few long moments, you whine. He smirks.

 

“Cum for me, puppy.” You choke as your orgasm peaks, rushing through you as you ride out the waves.

 

“Silco-…Silco-…” you whimper, babbling as you continue to rut your clothed cock into the leather, deep into overstimulation as your head slumps forward to rest against his knee. Still sitting on the tip of the boot.

 

He slightly shifts and presses his foot, laughing cruelly as your hips twitch away from the cruel pleasure.

He takes mercy on you and stays still, letting you hold onto his leg as you come down.

 

“That’s it, my good boy.”

Chapter 3: Molten inside

Summary:

Usually he’d keep a stoic façade, tease his lover to encourage them to try harder and earn his orgasm.

But the boy was new to this. And he was doing so well for his time.

He threaded his hand into the boys messy hair, noting how his lashes fluttered.

“Such a good boy.” He groaned, tensing as a moan vibrated through the boys throat, sending pleasure up his spine.

“That’s it, move your tongue, boy.” He panted and moaned lowly when he obeyed, massaging his tongue against the underside of his cock.

He could see the struggle as the boy tried to keep up his pace, but Silco’s moans seemed encourage him.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off the boy. Watching the splotchy blush that crept down to his pecs, the way his thighs pushed together, already desperate for stimulation again.

He felt his cock twitch with his impending orgasm, fist tightening in the boys hair, the boy moaned, eyes rolling back slightly as his hand continued to pick up the pace.

Silco bent forward, panting into the boys ear.

“Swallow.” He growled.

Notes:

MORE HORNY
Ace_Delulu, I love you. My devoted jester, have this smut, because I'm heavily procrastinating important tasks.

When he employed his bartender, he had fantasized about taking him for a ride. Toying with him for a thrill and then leaving him hanging.

Just to see those big, dark eyes look at him with desperation.

But now, he wanted to see those eyes look like he himself had hung the stars in the sky.

 

The boy was boneless at his feet. A sight he had imagined before, but this sight was far more arousing than his mind could have conjured.

He was holding onto his calf like a lifeline. Resting his weary head as he tried to calm his breathing. It was adorable.

But Silco had other plans. His cock was still rock hard and making his pants uncomfortably tight. His patience was quickly running out.

He first thought about bending him over his desk and taking what he’d been craving, but then a better idea crossed his mind.

He paid no mind to the boy as he opened his fly and took out his cock.

The boy had begun watching when he’d heard the sound of the zipper. His eyes were wide. Had he expected a smaller cock?

He held himself leisurely at the base. Watching as the boy regained his bearings and visibly tried to think of his next action.

“S..sir?” he questioned shyly, barely managing to meet Silco’s eyes.

“What do you want to do boy?” He mused, watching the boys throat bob with a thick swallow.

He could see the boys eyes glaze over as he moved forward.

Silco shuddered when he could feel his hot breath against the underside of his cock. The boy was hesitating, and it was quickly making him frustrated.

Still, he waited. He had a feeling this was his first time giving head.

His suspicions were confirmed as a molten tongue licked experimental kitten licks at his shaft. His cock twitched and he resisted the urge to shove it deep inside the boys throat.

He waited.

As he did, the boy became bolder. Lapped broad stripes from base to tip. He grimaced when he got precum onto his tongue.

Absolutely adorable.

Yet, he swallowed obediently and continued his trial.

Finally, he brought his own hand up and wrapped it gingerly around Silco’s length. Then he squeezed, watching in awe as the older man’s face pinched slightly, sighing out a breath.

He sat up on his knees and opened his mouth carefully pulling Silco’s leaking tip between his soft, wet lips.

Silco watched in boiling arousal as the boy amateurly began to move up and down. Any lesser man would’ve flinched at the slight scrape of teeth, but Silco only exhaled.

The boy also learned quickly, flattening his tongue against the bottom of his shaft, then slowly beginning to bob his head.

He could see the struggle on the boys face as he tried to supress a gag after taking less than half of his cock.

“Shh…” he soothed, voice rough. “Don’t rush yourself. Use your hand for the rest.” He instructed gently, nearly cooing.

The boy obeyed, beginning to stroke the lower half in time with his movements. When he started sucking in earnest, Silco’s head tipped back with a groan.

The noise seemed to encourage the boy, because he sped his pace until tears rolled down his cheeks and saliva dripped from his lips.

It was an incredible sight that pushed Silco closer to his orgasm.

Usually he’d keep a stoic façade, tease his lover to encourage them to try harder and earn his orgasm.

But the boy was new to this. And he was doing so well for his time.

He threaded his hand into the boys messy hair, noting how his lashes fluttered.

“Such a good boy.” He groaned, tensing as a moan vibrated through the boys throat, sending pleasure up his spine.

“That’s it, move your tongue, boy.” He panted and moaned lowly when he obeyed, massaging his tongue against the underside of his cock.

He could see the struggle as the boy tried to keep up his pace, but Silco’s moans seemed encourage him.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off the boy. Watching the splotchy blush that crept down to his pecs, the way his thighs pushed together, already desperate for stimulation again.

He felt his cock twitch with his impending orgasm, fist tightening in the boys hair, the boy moaned, eyes rolling back slightly as his hand continued to pick up the pace.

Silco bent forward, panting into the boys ear.

“Swallow.” He growled. Then he held the boy where he was, halfway on his cock as he shuddered through his orgasm. The boy tensed, before his body fell pliant and he heard him swallow, once then twice.

He let go of the boy and watched intently as he pulled off his cock, strings of frothy saliva connecting his cock to the boys lips.

He was a mess. Hair tussled, face red, and tear streaked, lips swollen and gleaming with spit in the low light.

He sat there, dazed. Staring off into space with lidded eyes. Jaw still slack, before he swallowed again, coughing slightly.

Then those blown pupils looked up at him.

“W-was it…okay, sir?” Gods, his voice sounded wrecked, and he hadn’t even taken him down his throat.

Silco’s eye narrowed. He was so eager for praise, wasn’t he. Craving reassurance, even though he’d managed to make him cum on his first try.

“You did well, boy.” He soothed, petting through his hair again, before grabbing his chin, wiping some of the spit with his thumb.

Then he leaned down slowly.

…

You were starstruck.

You’d never given a blowjob.

Had sex, sure. Ate pussy to varying degrees of success. But you’d rarely gotten the opportunity to suck a cock. And even then, you didn’t want to. Didn’t feel safe to put yourself into such a vulnerable position.

But you did. He came down your throat. You’d swallowed the thick cum and it had made your insides twitch with the need to feel that cum inside your pussy.

You felt floaty after you pulled off.

Mind empty and carefree, like you hadn’t felt in years.

You only melted further, when he praised your efforts and pet your hair. You only came back to reality, when Silco’s face was right above yours, his hand on your chin tilted your head back and you could only stare at his eyes as his lips met yours.

They felt rough against yours.

You were shocked for a moment, before your eyes fluttered shut with a pathetic moan and you pushed back into the kiss.

He allowed it but then moved to grab your hair roughly. Forcing you into submission as he dominated the kiss.

You took what was given gratefully. Having half a mind to awe at the fact he would kiss you after coming in your mouth, then shuddering with arousal at the depravity of it.

When his tongue pushed at your lips, you opened your mouth before you could think about it.

You hadn’t done this either. Pulling away in disgust from the one person that had tried to deepen the kiss.

But now you keened as Silco’s skilled tongue caught yours, ensnaring it and making you feel lightheaded.

He pulled away and you felt embarrassed at the way you were panting. You were shaking with need. Pussy throbbing as he licked across your lips, before he sat upright again.

“Get up, boy.” A sobering feeling of disappointment spread through your chest.

Was this it?

You obeyed and stood before him. Shame burning your cheeks at your trembly state. You couldn’t meet his eyes.

The wetness between your legs was astounding, you hoped it didn’t soak your pants to become visible.

A scarred hand reached for your waistband and tugged you closer to Silco.

You finally made eye contact again.

Silco’s gaze was lidded, hungry. Despite the fact that he was still limp after his previous orgasm.

“Do you want more, boy?” He asked, predator eyes watching every nuance of your expression.

“We can stop here for tonight.” He offered, assuming more would overwhelm you. But you were still ravenous.

Would be a shame to waste all that slick. You thought to yourself, biting your lip.

“I want more.” You blurted out, a hand grabbing his wrist, subconsciously trying to keep him close.

He raised an eyebrow, and you noted the gleam of amusement in his eye with slight mortification.

He chuckled.

“So eager.” A hand shot up, before you could comprehend, pulling you down by the neck. Forcing you to slump onto the chair above him, your hands catching your weight on the backrest.

His mouth was just beside your ear.

“Just how I like them.” He growled, causing you to shudder. Suppressing a keen.

He didn’t loosen his grip.

“If you want to keep going-…” he spoke slowly, making you hang on his every word.

“Why don’t you get me hard again, hm?” He murmured.

Your eyes fluttered. Jaw going slack.

“H-...how?” You mutter, shyly. You should probably feel embarrassed of that question, but Silco’s voice betrays no judgement.

“You could get on your knees again…” He offers.

“Or…you could take off your pants for me.” He loosens his grip, letting you stand upright. Your cock twitched and you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted your sodden pants off.

You quickly took them off, hands trembling with excitement, like a horny teenager. You wondered if he’d be surprised by the sight of your pussy. But his face remained unmoving as you removed your underwear.

Revealing your twitching t-dick, peaking out beneath its hood.

His eyes fixed on it, licking his lips and you noticed with a rush of arousal that his own cock was coming back to life, slowly filling out between his legs.

Not bad for an old man.

You mused to yourself.

You were quite proud of your cock. Had grown it quite a bit since you’d started your transition. Used a pump to nurse it to the size it was today. About 2 inches, which was honestly more than you could’ve hoped for.

And the way Silco was staring at it now made all the overstimulating pumping sessions worth it.

You whined with need when he just stared. Your insides burning with need. You felt painfully empty.

Silco grinned.

“You need it badly, don’t you?” He teased.

“You need to be stuffed full. Fucked hard?” He rumbled, making you whine and shift where you stood.

You could feel the slick drip down your inner thigh.

“Please-…” you breathed, biting your cheek.

“Please what, boy?” He demanded. You hesitated.

“I…need you inside…anything-…just please-…” you rambled nonsensically. Desire clouding your mind.

Silco chuckled.

“Come closer.” He ordered, you obeyed immediately, and he wrapped one hand around your thigh, holding you in place as his other hand brushed up your leg, teasing over your crotch, making you whine for it, before he finally, dipped his fingers between your legs, gathering your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re soaked-…” he growled, looking up as he put pressure on your entrance.

You moaned in surprise and mortification, when his whole finger slipped in without much resistance.

“Gods…such a greedy hole…” he chided.

When he pushed a second finger in you slumped forward. Grabbing onto his shoulders to stay upright as he began thrusting his fingers, curling them to stroke along your upper wall.

You felt like puddy on the inside. Pussy melted by the arousal weighing heavy in your gut.

“Silco-…” you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut.

Chapter 4: Heights of pleasure

Summary:

Silco finally fucks his boy.

Notes:

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He felt molten around Silco’s fingers. Soft inside and sopping wet.

 

He could feel new waves of slick wet his fingers as he muttered filth into the boys ear. His noises were down right sinful, paired with the lewd sound of his thrusting, he was soon fully hard again.

 

When he traced the engorged clit with his thumb, the boy clenched tightly, nearly keeping his fingers from continuing their movement.

He felt himself drool as he watched the cute dick twitch at the slightest touched.

 

He pulled the boy even closer, his hips now inches from his face.

 

He formed and ‘O’ with his lips and blew cold air onto the boys cock. His hips twitched and he nearly squeaked.

 

A mean grin spread on Silco’s face, he thrust his fingers in to the hilt and massaged the boys insides in a come-hither motion. He softly ran his thumb around his cock in the meantime, knowing it kept the boy just right there on the edge, not allowing him to get closer to orgasm.

 

He looked up to watch the boy’s face above him.

And wasn’t he a sight to behold.

 

Jaw slack, eyes lidded and gaze far away. Completely melted and unthinking. His skin was flushed, and moans and whimpers fell from his lips in a continuous stream.

 

“Such a good boy for me, so pliant.” He rumbled and awed as the boys eyes rolled and his walls pulled him in tightly, gushing more wetness around the intrusion.

The boy whined, brows furrowing with frustration as he realised, he wasn’t getting any closer to his peak.

Silco chuckled.

 

“What is it boy?” He mocked, faux concern in his voice.

 

The boy whimpered, incoherent.

 

“Speak up.” He commanded meanly, taking great pleasure in the sight of the boy trying to speak.

“I…” his voice was rough and pitchy. “I wanna-…wanna cum.” He slurred, looking down with pleading eyes.

 

Silco smirked. He finally leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the small cock.

The boy convulsed, gasping in shock, his hands gripping the onto the seat with desperation.

 

He sucked long and ran his tongue over the twitching nub.

The boy cried out and his thighs tensed.

 

Silco began suckling in time with his thrusts. Nailing the spot that had made the boy clench before.

 

He was babbling incoherently, a hand twitching to Silco’s head, gingerly holding on to ground himself.

Silco allowed it as he continued to push the boy closer to the edge.

 

When the boys hips began to squirm, sabotaging his plan, he used his free hand to pull him close with a strong grip, forcing the sensitive cock onto his tongue.

 

He increased his pace to a nearly painful degree, until the boys thighs were shaking. Then the boy choked on air as he crashed over the edge. A long reedy whine following.

He went tense as a bow string. His eyes rolling back, mouth agape in a silent scream as Silco licked him through the waves of his orgasm.

His nails dug painfully into Silco’s scalp. The older man took it as a compliment.

The boy heaved for breath as he bent over Silco’s body. Struggling to stay upright as Silco milked him into overstimulation.

 

“Pl- please- ah!” The boy slurred, body trembling.

 

He was gasping for air as Silco finally pulled off. Placing a last mischievous kiss on the boys swollen cock, before removing his fingers.

He waited for the boy to stand upright, so he could make eye contact as he licked his fingers sensually, before sucking them clean.

The boys eyes were wide in shock. He was so easy to impress.

Silco could practically see the throb of desire in his body.

 

…

 

You couldn’t believe your eyes as Silco sucked his fingers clean of your juices.

 

Such a powerful man, doing something so filthy had the flicker of desire ignite in your gut once again.

 

“Fuck-…” you cursed under your breath, biting the inside of your cheek.

 

Your legs were still trembling, and you yearned to lay down or at least sit. Your bruised leg throbbing.

Suddenly you were turned and pulled down. Now seated on Silco’s lap, you could feel the hard press of Silco’s cock against your bare ass.

 

You remembered the filth of slick between your legs with worry.

“Sir, your clothes-…” you raised concern, but Silco only hummed, pressing your back against his clothed chest.

 

Right, he was still fully dressed, you on the other hand were naked.

 

Hot shame and arousal burned through you at the realisation.

You squirmed, causing Silco to moan. You froze.

 

Fuck, that’s hot.

 

You wriggled your butt again, but strong hands grabbed your hips roughly, pulling them further up his lap.

You gasped. You could now feel his cock right against your pussy.

 

He leaned his head close, breathing down your neck.

 

“Bad boy.” He growled lowly, causing goosebumps to rise all over your skin. He nipped at your ear.

 

“You’re not to tease, do you understand?” He rumbled; his hand pressed cruelly on your sensitive cock.

You tensed and tried to curl in on yourself, trying to run from the rough stimulation.

 

“Do you understand?” He repeated with dark threat to his voice.

 

“Y-yes…sir!” you gasped out, not without struggle. You sighed in relief as he let up on your cock.

 

“Good.” He cooed, his hands smoothing over your naked body, like an apology. You melted under his touch, but the need soon got to you again.

You heeded yourself from moving your hips without permission. Instead, you whined. You could feel the wetness drip from you as your hole clenched needily.

 

“Fuck…” Silco cursed below you. You could feel the vibrations of his voice against your back.

 

“You’re soaking my cock, boy. Do you need to be filled so badly?” His voice was rougher now, uncontrolled with his obvious arousal.

You shuddered.

 

“Yes-…sir, please.” You whined again, willing your body not to squirm.

 

He stood, lifting you with him with surprising strength. He bent you over his desk, causing papers to scatter across the table top.

You couldn’t care less, as you felt his presence behind you, the fact that you couldn’t see what he would do, and the corresponding anticipation drove you crazy.

 

A warm, rough hand pinned your body to the desktop, pushing between your shoulder blades, the other ran up the back of your thigh, caressing your ass and then slipped into the dip of your lower back, encouraging you to arch.

 

He groaned lowly at the sight.

“So talented…” his voice was wrecked, lust barely contained.

 

His hand pushed you cruelly into the unforgiving wood as the other spread you open, before you felt his hot tip at your entrance.

You shuddered and moaned with need. There was blood rushing like white noise in your ears, world minimized to the cock at your entrance and the man who it belonged to.

 

“Keep still, or you will be punished.” His controlled dominance had melted into feral hunger.

 

You wanted to obey, you really did, but when he pushed his tip inside and then pulled back again, you couldn’t help chasing him with your hips.

A displeased growl.

 

The sound of the sharp smack caused you to flinch, before you could even feel the searing pain shoot up your spine.

You cried out and your knees quivered. But you also couldn’t deny the crude pleasure that pooled in your gut as the pain rung in its aftershocks through your body.

 

He chuckled behind you; a mean finger bullied its way into your soaking pussy and stretched it.

“So, you are a pain slut…” He mused; voice thick.

 

“Should I slap you around more often, boy?” You whined at the degrading language, but it only drove you further into delirium. You babbled.

 

“Yes-…I love it- hurt m-me more-…” your eyes were barely open, blurred with desperate tears.

“Please-…” you gasped, words losing themselves in your empty mind.

 

“Please what?” the words were grumbled into your ear as he loomed over you. You could feel his cock rub languidly against your swollen cunt.

 

“P-please-…fuck me-…just fuck me, please-…” You couldn’t hide the pathetic tone of your voice, your carnal need to be filled, like a bitch in heat.

 

“Yes. Good boy.” He growled.

 

Finally. Finally, he sunk inside you. Inch for inch, sinking into your wet heat, your walls sucking him in.

You shook, the slow process torturous, but unbelievably pleasurable. Being filled up, felt heavenly after craving it for so long.

 

You had seen how well-endowed he was, when he was inside your mouth, but having him entirely inside was a whole different story.

You moaned in surprise, when you’d thought he was all the way inside, he pushed more, roughly making the last of the way in and punching the air from your lungs.

You could feel his cockhead right against your cervix and you clenched tightly around him.

He groaned long and low.

 

“Please move-…please-…” you were cut off by another bruising slap that caused you to yelp and your pussy to throb with the sensations.

 

“You don’t get to make demands, slut.” He growled, but pulled back anyway to slam into you with a guttural sound of pleasure at the molten, tight heat around him.

 

“Fuck-…” he cursed.

 

He started spearing you on his cock in earnest, his hand found your hip and pulled you back on every thrust.

His other hand tangled in your hair, pulling, but keeping your head pinned to the desk. Your cheek against the cold surface, soiling documents with spit and tears.

 

He bullied your cervix, head rubbing harshly against your upper wall on every movement, you could soon feel pressure build in your lower stomach.

Your voice was a chorus of cries and broken off moans, you couldn’t find the words to warn him.

 

He himself muttered incoherently. Switching praises and insults, losing himself in the heat of the moment.

When his fingers bruised your hips with their tight grip, you couldn’t hold it anymore.

 

…

 

The boy felt heavenly around his cock.

He had abstained for way too long, and he felt he would lose all control.

 

How unlike himself.

 

Silco could already feel the coil tighten in his lower stomach, orgasm creeping in slowly but surely. The noises the boy was letting out made his cock throb.

 

His hips began to ache, and he knew he would be nursing that for a few days, but it didn’t matter in the moment.

When all he could think of, was ramming into that wet, molten heat over and over.

 

The boy’s insides had gone soft and sloppy in his continued arousal, gushes of slick coated the front of his pants, strings connecting them to the boy’s ass when he drew back.

It was abhorrently arousing.

 

He stared at the swollen cunt as his cock sank in again and again. Watched the smooth ass jiggle with every impact and roved his eyes over his muscled back and the dark bruise tinting the delicate skin.

 

Eyes catching on the ruined face, halfway buried into the wood of his desk. Wet and beet red. Eyes lidded and rolled back continuously.

It was a sight to behold, made Silco want to worsen his state, have him sobbing and begging, pleading him-…

 

Fuck, he was getting close.

 

He felt the boy squeeze him tighter and hissed at the harsh pleasure that sparked up his spine.

As punishment for nearly making him spill, he placed both hands on the delicate hip bones and gripped tightly as he increased his pace.

 

He did intend to drive the boy over the edge before him, what he didn’t expect was the spray of hot liquid against his legs and the nearly painful tightness gripping his cock.

 

The boy let out a squeal, nails scrabbling at the papers on the desk. His back arched, body tensing for several moments before he went limp.

 

He felt sparks burst behind his eyes as his balls drew up, he roughly chased his own high, working the boy through the aftershocks and into overstimulation.

 

“That’s it-…” he grunted before burying deep inside, painting the boy’s insides.

 

He heard a sweet sigh as the boy shuddered and clenched around his sensitive cock, pushing some of the cum out.

 

Silco pulled out slowly and watched hungrily as the boy’s abused cunt dripped his seed.

He gathered the escaping drops with his two fingers and bullied them back inside the boy’s oversensitive pussy.

 

“You can’t get pregnant, can you?” Silco asked, eyes still fixed on the boy’s cunt fluttering around his fingertips.

 

“Mh?” The boy mutters, completely boneless. Mind having trouble catching up with the question.

Chapter 5: The bear and the wolf

Summary:

An old aquaintance of Silco appears in The Last Drop. He seems to have taken a liking to Alexander...

It had been two days since Silco had fucked you. The bruises on your hips and ass from his hand ached, as well as the ones sustained from Ralph.

 

You relished in the sting when you sat. The sore feeling stirring arousal in your stomach.

You’d have thought your libido would dip after being so thoroughly satisfied, but the memories only made you hunger more now, libido through the roof.

 

 

After cumming inside that night and teasing you some more until you asked him in slurred words to have mercy on you, Silco had chuckled and helped you clean up in the bathroom adjacent to his office.

You ended up nodding off while he cleaned you, the days events and the resulting exhaustion catching up with you. The fact it had been nearly 5am hadn’t helped.

 

You couldn’t remember clearly, but he had lain you down on his office sofa covering you with a blanket.

 

When you woke up it had already been 5pm.

Usually, you would’ve been home for the past 11 hours. Going home after cleaning at 5am, eating, showering and sleeping until your next shift started at 6pm.

 

You had felt like absolute shit, waking up sore all over. The bruising on your back aching especially. You had also started panicking as you realized the time, staring at the clock trying to comprehend reality.

 

 

Luckily when you had found Silco, he wasn’t mad, had told you to take the night off and rest. Completely embarrassed about the fact that you had slept for 12 hours on your bosses couch, you insisted on working. He had let you.

 

The pain was better now. You could sense Silco watching you, noting ever hiss of discomfort. Still, you pulled through wanting to impress him and keep his approval.

 

Silco came down to the bar near the end of your shift tonight, you felt anxious excitement warm your face.

He didn’t seem to notice you though. Instead, he sat down at the table of a man with a large build you didn’t recognize.

Silco didn’t seem pleased at all. There was a tension between the two of them that was electrifying the air. You couldn’t tell if it was sexual or based on mutual hatred.

The larger man didn’t seem too keen to speak to Silco either, but there was a glimmer of affection in his eyes.

You felt curious about their relationship, staying absolutely silent in hopes of catching some of the conversation. But they were speaking lowly, words muddled through the white noise of the music and the other patrons.

 

You kept watching them keenly, fascinated by their demeanour towards each other.

After a while, you froze and averted your gaze as the bigger man met your gaze.

 

You felt your face heat in embarrassment at getting caught staring. Quickly compensating by closely inspecting the glass you were polishing.

 

Just as another customer came up to the bar, Silco stood and left for his office with a poisonous sneer on his face.

 

As you served the costumer, a low timber shook you from the trance of preparing drinks. You looked up and up and- there was the large man. His features similarly aged as Silco’s, but with eyes that held a warmth unlike his cool blue eye.

 

“You’re the new hire.” He stated, smiling friendly.

“I assume we haven’t met?” he asks casually, leaning against the bar.

 

His presence was intimidating in a way that didn’t feel oppressive, but rather exciting. You felt like you were being watched by a large bear. The exterior fluffy and inviting, despite knowing the potential danger he could pose, should he want to.

 

“No.” you replied, eyes fixed on the glasses you were filling. Unable to meet his knowing gaze.

“I’m Alexander, nice to meet you.” You smiled politely, only glancing up for a second.

“Silco has taken quite a liking to you, hasn’t he?” He questioned, his eyes boring holes into you as you continued to avoid eye contact.

You furrowed your brows, gathering your resolve. Deciding to leave the question unanswered.

“And you are?” You asked, still polite.

He chuckled.

“Right, please excuse my rude behaviour. I’m Vander.”

You were stunned.

The man before you was THE Vander? The Hound of the Lanes? The man that had fostered Jinx once as well her sister Vi.

 

You weren’t sure what to say.

“Oh…” How intelligent. You cursed yourself.

 

This at least explained why Silco seemed so full of hatred towards him earlier and why

Vander’s expression appeared torn between mixed emotions.

 

They were close once. That much you could assume.

You also knew that Vander had his own part of town. The split boroughs didn’t really affect most of the population down here. Only Silco’s underlings knew not to cross into Vander’s territory without good reason.

Splitting the Lanes had been a natural, unintentional process after the falling out between Vander and Silco as they began to conduct business separately, on their own terms.

Yet it seemed they still communicated.

 

Why else would Vander be here?

 

Said Vander was still watching you, an amused sparkle in his eyes as he watched the cogs turn in your head.

You decided you didn’t want to pry and minded your business. Instead aiming to keep the conversation surface level.

“So, what brings you-“ you start.

“About Silco, he really has taken a liking to you, hasn’t he?”

You were stunned. He really wasn’t letting this go. You felt nervousness creep into your chest.

“I- I don’t know why you would think that.” You tried to play it off.

He laughed.

“Oh, come on. I can tell. He eyes you like a starving wolf. I’m many things, but I’m not naïve.” He watched your reaction closely and you didn’t know what to do. He was clearly having fun with this.

“I don’t know, maybe…” you stuttered. Great, very inconspicuous.

“Don’t be coy now, I’m just curious. Can’t fault an old man for being nosy.” He goaded.

“Why do you want to know this? It’s…inappropriate. Other costumers would be thrown out for being so forward, you know.” You tried to assert yourself, but it ended up sounding rather silly.

 

“Really? I’m just asking a few questions, no harm about it.” He raised his hands, trying to appease. Even though you can see he’s not taking your threats very seriously.

You hesitated.

What WAS the harm? There was no relationship between Silco and you besides the sexual one and he hadn’t seemed eager to hide it. Pretty much all the employees knew what was going on with you sleeping in his office.

 

“I don’t know if you could say he likes me…” you stated cautiously.

“He’s fucked you.”

You nearly choked on your own spit.

“How would you-?” you stammered.

“It’s obvious. You’re still walking funny. If it was yesterday or the day before; I don’t know. But he obviously has. Besides, Silco isn’t a man that waits to take what he wants.”

They really had been close. Vander knew him well.

You were deep red by now. Slightly humiliated that he’d instantly clocked you. Knew that Silco had fucked you.

“I would ask if it was good, but I know it was…considering you’re still staring after him like a lost puppy. You want more, don’t you?” His eyes narrowed.

You could feel your body heat up. The sudden sensuality creeping into you and burning you up from the inside.

“Why- why are you so invested in this?” You asked again.

He sighed and swirled his  glass in his hand for a moment.

“Me and Silco are practically enemies by now, after our…fight. But I’m still attracted to him. I can’t help but get some second-hand input from his new plaything.” He smirked.

Oh.

So, they had been more than just “brothers”.

You looked down as your mind involuntarily conjured images of Vander, holding Silco down, fucking him-

Or would it be the other way around?

“If you’re wondering; of course he was on the bottom.” His eyes twinkled with amusement.

“I wasn’t-“ you tried to deny, but he could easily see through you.

“You know-“ he began with a far off gaze, almost dreamy-

“you look a lot like him when he was young. Not the face, but your body. Scarily slim, but still soft around the edges. So nicely formed.” His eyes travelled down your body, assessing shamelessly.

Desire sparked in your gut, trailing downward as you were ogled.

You couldn’t deny you found him attractive and his association with Silco made the thought of sleeping with him even hotter-

 

Get yourself together!

 

You chided yourself. You couldn’t be that much of a slut! It was embarrassing you were even considering this.

He probably didn’t even mean to flirt. He was probably just getting his rocks off ogling someone who looked like his ex in his younger days.

“Hey…” Vanders voice broke you from the storm of lechery in your mind.

He had leaned in even closer.

“…would you…let me take you home with me tonight?" he held your gaze with intent, eyes lidded.

Your eyes widened in shock. That was too far.

Was it?

“No…uh..sorry. I…still have a few hours of work.” You responded dumbly.

He tilted his head, not entirely surprised.

“Alright. Maybe another time.” He smiled, those knowing eyes grazing over you one last time.

Then he turned leave.

 

You were slightly stunned still…before you looked around to see if anyone had overheard your conversation. All seemed engrossed in their own business.

You looked after Vander and noticed his head turn in the direction of Silco’s office.

Your gaze followed and you froze.

At the top of the stairs stood Silco, fury in his eyes as he watched Vander leave. Then his fiery gaze turned to you.

 

Oh shit.

Chapter 6: The Reckoning

Summary:

...Instead of ordering him to his knees, Silco stood swiftly and before the boy could com-prehend, bent him roughly over his desk, careful not to provide any more touch than his cruel grip on his hip and hair.

The boy made a pathetic sound. Wounded, but betraying exactly how much this was exciting him.

Silco’s warm breath fanned over his ear, before the hand on his hip slid lower.
“I’m going to bruise this little ass of yours all over again and you’re going to thank me for each hit I gift you, is that understood?” He hissed the words through clenched teeth.

All the boy could muster was whimpery, over-excited panting.

He whined pathetically as Silco pulled his hair.
“Is that understood?”

 

Oh shit.

 

 

You could’ve sworn you felt your heart slip into your pants.

Silco had seen you talk to Vander…Probably realized that he’d propositioned you. Seen your nervous floundering.

Sure, you could argue that you said no, didn’t even flirt with him. But he knew.

 

Spite settled in your chest.

He didn’t own you! He slept with you one time, why the fuck were you nervous?

You wondered this as your heart hammered in your chest anyway, feeling the icy glare from Silco as he stood at the top of the stairs.

 

You had no reason to feel caught, like you were in trouble, yet you did.

As you looked up to meet Silco’s eyes again he gestured to you then to his office. His face was his usual mask again, but you could sense the tension in his movements.

 

Oh fuck.

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

 

You nodded, then averted your eyes again. Aiming to waste some time thinking it would give Silco room to diffuse.

How wrong you were.

----

 

Vander had come to The Last Drop.

That son of a bitch. ‘Just wanted to catch up.’

 

As if they were old pals. As if he hadn’t attempted to kill him years ago. Marred him for life.

 

So why was there a part of him that wanted him.

 

Wanted to speak to him, even if it was just to insult him. Wanted to touch him, even if just to scar and to hurt.

 

And then, if coming there just to fuck with him wasn’t enough, he’d talked to the boy. Made eyes at him.

And the cherry on top?

The boy had liked it. Practically squirmed under Vanders dumb-doggy stare.

 

He wasn’t jealous. The boy was a plaything. A distraction.

But he was HIS distraction.

And if he would share him at all, certainly not with Vander.

Dumb mutt.

 

He wouldn’t know how to please him anyway. Such a complicated little thing. Needing the right amount of praise and punishment to be satisfied.

 

Vanders grubby paws could never deliver that. Would leave him aching to be properly sated.

 

Still. The boy had responded. Stared back with that idiotic, hazy gaze that had drawn him in so much to begin with.

That was reason enough for him to take his frustration out on him tonight, even if he wasn’t really the underlying cause.

 

 

The boy was tense as he entered his office, trying to act like everything was fine, like this was a normal night. Like Silco wasn’t furious.

 

“Sit.” He ordered. Voice eerily calm.

Of course, the boy obeyed.

 

He looked anywhere but his eyes. Twiddling his fingers, he could taste how nervous he was.

He knew just as well as Silco that they had no real relationship, but he understood deep down the natural claim that Silco had lain on him the moment his hands touched him.

 

He also understood that Vander was the last person he should’ve found attractive right under Silco’s analysing gaze.

 

“So,-“ the boy nearly flinched as Silco broke the silence.

“You’ve met Vander.”

The boy’s throat clicked on a swallow before he answered.

“Y-yes. He came up to the bar.”

“And what did the two of you talk about?” Silco’s words were a trap, veiled in casual tone.

“He…” Silco could see the boy weigh his options. He raised an eyebrow, getting impatient.

“He asked me to sleep with him.” The boy blurted out, seemingly shocked by his own honesty.

Silco smirked, more a snarl than anything else. Eyes a mad gleam to them.

 

“Oh? Is that so…and you…said no, I assume?” Silco lilted, still dangerously impartial. Inspecting his own hands.

The boy was practically vibrating in his seat.

 

“Yes-…I mean, yes I said no…to sleeping with him.” The boy stammered. Face beet red.

 

“But you wanted to.”

“Huh? I mean- no, I-“

“You don’t have to lie to me, boy. You shouldn’t. It really won’t help you.” His voice dropped lower.

 

The boy finally looked up trying to read Silco’s expression. Frozen in place as he waited for him to continue.

“I’m punishing you either way.” He growled.

 

He could see the moment the boy’s fear, turned into arousal and fear.

 

He swallowed audibly once again. Lips trembling slightly.

“I-…I did. I found him attractive- hot- I mean-“ He stumbled over his words, voice shaking, but Silco took note of the way he shifted his thighs together.

Such a little slut.

The thought was filled with both rage and unbridled lust.

 

“Come over here, boy.” The nickname sounded like an insult, his voice a threat full of barely contained fury.

 

He quickly stood, following the command, despite all the little rabbit instincts that screamed at him to run away.

Disobeying them felt invigorating.

 

He was stood before Silco, just like that night.

But instead of ordering him to his knees, Silco stood swiftly and before the boy could comprehend, bent him roughly over his desk, careful not to provide any more touch than his cruel grip on his hip and hair.

 

The boy made a pathetic sound. Wounded, but betraying exactly how much this was exciting him.

 

Silco’s warm breath fanned over his ear, before the hand on his hip slid lower.

“I’m going to bruise this little ass of yours all over again and you’re going to thank me for each hit I gift you, is that understood?” He hissed the words through clenched teeth.

 

All the boy could muster was whimpery, over-excited panting.

 

He whined pathetically as Silco pulled his hair.

“Is that understood?”

Notes:

This was a short one once again, but I'm continously working on shorter chapters right now. I really missed writing and I hope you're thirsty for more of this plot-wasteland of a smut fic.

Said smut is returning full force in the next chapter.
; )

Chapter 7: ...

 

You felt like your insides were melting, need liquifying your organs, your brain running out of your head in a slurry.

No more room left to think, your world once again narrowed to Silco and just Silco.

 

You felt hot all over, skin sensitive to any touch, body reacting even just to the pressure of the desk against your lower stomach.

 

You shuddered bodily as he slid the pants of your work uniform down to your thighs and the cool air of the room hit your aching cunt.

 

Your eyes fluttered closed as you waited for what felt like eternity.

When the first hit landed, you yelped out loud. It was clear right from the start that Silco would not be holding back.

 

The pain came a second after, searing and sharp as it zapped up your spine.

You remembered just in time, the words gathering slowly in your mind before they could find their way outside.

 

“…thank- you.” You slur, eliciting a cruel chuckle from Silco.

“That’s it, boy, take it-“ your pussy clenched around nothing at his words before another slap landed over the same cheek.

Just as painful as the last.

 

“Thank you…” you gasped out quickly. You wanted to be good for him.

Obey him.

Be his good mutt.

 

“Such a slut, aren’t you?”

Slap. ‘Thank you’.

“Turned on by the thought of a big, rough man fucking you.” He cooed, his voice mocking.

Slap.

You moaned helplessly.

‘Thank you’.

“Did you imagine his cock? How big it must be…choking you, filling up this needy fucking pussy of yours.”

Slap.

You cried out, he’d hit the same side again. Tears splattered on the desk underneath you.

‘Th-thank you’ this time you nearly forgot.

 

“I think we need to punish it too, don’t you?” A shiver ran down your spine, as you realized what he meant.

“W-wait-“ you tried to interject but you could already see him draw his arm back.

 

The first slap over your cunt was agony and pleasure all at once. Never once had you felt this sensation.

 

You only noticed you’d screamed when Silco pressed his hand over your mouth.

 

“Oh? Does it hurt? That’s too bad.” His tone was poisonously sweet, sadistic, relishing in your pain.

“You need to be quiet.” He rasped.

“Or do you want the patrons to hear how much it turns you on when I hit your pussy?” He murmured the right into your ear and a warm shiver of humiliation spread from the top of your hair to your toes.

 

He chuckled.

 

“Here, bite down on my hand. Keep quiet now and don’t. move.” He accentuated the command by tightening his grip over your mouth.

 

The next few slaps were even more intense, pain crescendoing as you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge, insides twitching. Your head dizzy as you drooled all over Silco’s hand.

 

You wanted to warn him that you weren’t going to be able to hold back. That you were so close.

 

As if he knew, the next hit landed right on your cock. Your breath got stuck in your lungs as the intense pain turned into a tidal wave of pleasure that drowned your whole body.

 

You couldn’t even begin to try and stop your orgasm as you shook. Thighs clenching tightly as the waves didn’t let up.

 

When you finally came down from your high, Silco was smoothing over your bruised rear. Touch surprisingly gentle.

 

“Aren’t you just fascinating.” He muttered. A grin in audible in his voice.

 

You were limp on this desk, thighs trembling when they finally relaxed.

 

Despite having just cum, you felt achingly empty. The need to be stuffed overwhelming you. You pulled away from Silco’s hand, chin and cheeks wet from drooling and crying.

 

You weren’t sure what you wanted to say, the words just tumbled out.

“Please-… inside- I need it-“

 

You whimpered as Silco’s fingers wandered to pet through your folds, teasing up and down the puffy, swollen lips.

 

“You didn’t learn anything at all did you?” He growled lowly.

“N-no- please…I did- please let me- I’m sorry-…” you were too far gone to notice that you were crying.

It seemed to soften him somewhat.

He leaned down, to wipe some of the mess off your face.

“Hm… you did take your punishment so well…” he cooed like he was considering.

Without saying more, he pushed one finger against your entrance, slipping inside without any resistance.

It felt like a gift to finally get something inside. You sobbed as he began to move. Chanting ‘thank you’ like a prayer.

 

“Such a sensitive thing… so adorable…” he murmured as he entered another finger.

 

You were completely lost, mind one-tracked. The final goal to have him slip inside. You tried to keep your hips still but couldn’t help but grind them back. Thankfully he let you.

 

When he entered the third finger, you became impatient.

“Please- w-want you-…” You whined. Wriggling your hips.

He shook his head. Then his pinkie pushed against your entrance as well.

 

“You want to be able to fit him, don’t you?” Your eyes widened.

 

“Wh-what?-“ You stammered.

 

“Vander is much bigger, if you can’t fit my hand, how will you fit his giant cock inside?” He lilted, voice rough with arousal.

 

You were shocked, dumbfounded, but you couldn’t deny how your pussy clenched tightly around his fingers as you moaned whorishly.

 

The thought of Silco prepping you to be fucked by Vander was incredibly arousing.

“H-How big?...” you asked, before you could think.

Silco laughed. Then he thrust his four fingers roughly inside, curling them down meanly.

 

“At least 10 inches…thick and veiny. You feel him right in your throat once he’s all the way inside…” you shuddered, pictured clearly what he was describing, and it was driving you closer to the edge again.

 

“Oh, you’re twitching so much…” he rasped. Picking up his pace.

“Would you like that? Being filled up to the brim with Vanders cock? Maybe while I bruise your throat in the meantime?” His thrusts were quick and precise now, nailing that sensitive spot inside you every time.

 

You nodded as you cried out, clamping down tightly on his fingers.

 

“Or both of us inside you…him filling your pussy while I stretch you out back here…” His other hand joined the thrusting one, finger teasing over your twitching hole. Just barely pressing.

 

That was all you needed.

You cried out as you came for the second time, arching and bucking your hips as he continued to bully your insides.

 

You felt the sparks of your orgasm blind you, before the world went black.

Chapter 8: The Hound

Summary:

“Come on, look at me, doll.” He coaxed, speaking right into your ear. You nearly whined.

When you didn’t obey, a big hand snaked to grab the back of your neck, squeezing just slightly.

 

A breathy moan fell from your lips against your better judgment.

 

He chuckled.

 

“You’re so easy, little one.” His voice was almost sinister, warm breath tingling your ear. You couldn’t help but pant slightly, eyes squeezing shut.

 

Suddenly the warmth was gone. You opened your eyes.

 

He’d leaned back, resting languidly in his chair.

 

“Why don’t you come over here.” He patted his lap subtly. You felt need throb between your legs, but your shame kept you where you were.

 

“But there’s people…” you looked around to the other tables filled with patrons in clear view.

 

“They won’t know.”

Notes:

Are you ready for Vander, my little Jesters?

You breathed in deeply before you stepped outside.

 

Walking back home and to the last drop  was always nerve wrecking. You’d grown up in this place, yet the constant state of fight or flight never left you, when you walked the streets.

Several of your friends had been robbed in your lifetime. You’d been beat up once by a gang of random men.

 

A few of those close to you were murdered or assaulted and left in some alley, where no one came to help them.

 

Safe to say your guard was always up. Taking note of every person, you encountered. A small knife attached to your belt.

 

You hadn’t been in a precarious situation since you started working for Silco. That you were thankful for, still, you didn’t count on luck.

 

 

You were most of the way home, when you were faced with a large metal fence. A building had collapsed on your usual route. People were digging in the rubble, cleaning up the debris. You hoped to Jana that it had been long abandoned.

 

You were forced to stray from the usual way home. This wasn’t good at all. It meant instead of taking the well populated main street, you had to take the long way through back alleys.

 

You felt your body tense and your pace pick up more and more as you advanced through the labyrinth of grimy paths, squeezed between buildings.

 

A few people were there. Some children playing, an old man cowering backed to a wall, he looked to be in rough shape. Despite being tempted to help, you couldn’t trust anyone.

 

Some people would act injured to lure in helpful strangers and rob or kill them.

You moved past quickly.

 

After a while, you couldn’t help but feel watched. The hair in your nape standing on end before your conscious mind even registered the threat.

 

You looked around. No one there. Not a single soul, except for the occasional rat.

 

You shivered as the feeling persisted and picked up your steps even further, fearing that running would make whoever was following you go in for the kill.

 

You could finally see the street that led to the house you lived in. It was far away still, but hope sparked in your chest, urgency tingling in your limbs as your eyes focused ahead.

 

When suddenly you heard a noise. Metal clanking, then steps.

 

Terror electrified your whole body, and you began to run as fast as you could. To your dismay the steps behind you picked up speed as well, you didn’t dare look for fear of slowing down.

 

You nearly squealed as you heard the noises get closer, heard the person behind you pant through the noise of your heart pounding in your ears.

 

Your body strained to move faster, you willed your legs to work quicker. Instinctually, you began to mutter, to beg between pained breaths.

 

“No- no!” your voice two octaves higher than usual.

 

Not the person behind you; the universe, Jana, anyone.

 

Finally, a heavy weight crashed into your back, robbing you of your breath. You were forced to the ground, cheek clashing with dirty stone. Arms bent behind your back.

 

You yelped, thrashing helplessly.

 

“Agh, fuck-“ a husky, female voice sounded. You were turned around.

A woman, pink hair, mischievous eyes. Looking troubled.

 

“Dammnit, Vander wanted you uninjured. Couldn’t fall a bit smarter?”

 

You were baffled; you only now noticed the throbbing pain in your cheek. It would surely get a lot worse when the shock wore off.

 

She stopped inspecting your face and met your terrified, confused eyes.

“Oh no, don’t look at me like that, I’m not explaining anything. And Vander said you know him anyway.” She rambled, mindbogglingly casual for the situation.

 

“V-Vander sent you? Wh-why did you chase me?”

 

She scoffed, annoyed.

 

“For your information: I called out to you twice!”

What? You hadn’t even heard her.

 

“And Silco also never would’ve let you go out, if he knew Vander wanted to snatch you. Ugh, this is gross, now I’m involved in helping create some fucked up love triangle.”

 

You were dumbfounded.

 

“You’re not my dad’s boytoy or anything, right?” before you could say anything she shook her head and scrunched her nose in disgust.

 

“No, no, wait-  Don’t tell me, I don’t wanna know, ew.”

 

“Wh..where are you gonna take me?...”

“To Vander’s base, where else?” She scoffed. In the next moment she stood, and you were muscled over her shoulder. You squawked.

 

“What the hell!! I can walk-“ You complained.

 

“So, you’ll come willingly? No, wait, I don’t think I believe you.” Without any more room for discussion, she carried you off.

 

 

The walk there was embarrassing, and you were still anxious. Unsure why Vander wouldn’t just approach you normally.  

 

As you entered the streets that marked the edges of Vander’s territory, more and more people walked around.

 

You felt humiliated. Most, if not all greeted the woman as she walked past, not even acknowledging you. It was for the better.

 

Her name was Vi, you learned. Wasn’t that Vanders daughter? She was maybe a few years younger than you.

 

Finally, she set you down, you felt soreness on your hip where she’d grabbed and slightly dizzy, glaring over at her.

 

Without paying you any mind, she pushed you into the building on the right.

It was a large, open communal room. Tables scattered in groups throughout. Many people sat, drinking, eating or playing cards.

 

Vander sat in the back at a large wooden table. Papers scattered across. Deeply engrossed in work.

 

“Vander.” Vi called out and slammed a hand on the table, papers quivering from the impact. Vander sighed before looking up.

 

His expression changed when he saw you. He first looked smug, before spotting the bruise on your cheek and grimacing.

 

“I told you to bring him uninjured!” He scolded.

Vi raised her hands defensively.

 

“He fell dumb! It’s not my fault.” She argued. He shook his head but let the issue go.

“Okay, off with you. I need to chat with our guest.” Vi left, grumbling something.

 

You sat down when Vander pointed at the chair across from him.

 

“Sorry about that. She was just supposed to escort you here. Willingly at that. I hope she didn’t force you?”

 

You thought to yourself. Knowing Vander called to bring you definitely calmed you down, so no, you weren’t bothered. Still, you wanted to play into his guilt a little.

 

“She tackled me. That’s why I got the bruise.” You looked up at him, giving him wounded eyes.

 

To your amusement it seems to work, his brows furrow with worry and anger.

 

“That girl, I swear.” He curses.

“Again, I’m very sorry, that wasn’t the plan.” He meets your eyes earnestly. Despite knowing you should be a little angry, you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips.

 

He was so easy to play.

 

When you looked at him again, his expression was different, unreadable, but intense in a way that made you swallow.

 

“Yeah, it’s alright.” You waved him off, feeling your face grow hot.

“Why did you want me to come here?”

 

He snapped out of it slightly.

“Ah, yes. I…just wanted to talk to you. Without Silco looming. You know?” He chuckled.

“I do hope our chat last time didn’t get you any trouble.”

 

You blushed brightly, remembering that evening.

 

He smirked.

“So…you did get in trouble?”

 

“No, I mean…not really-“ you stuttered. Squirming in your seat slightly.

 

“Did he punish you?” That mischievous expression didn’t leave his face, it somehow reminded you of Vi.

 

You bit the inside of your cheek.

 

“Um…” you hesitated.

“…yes, he did.” You mumbled. You felt excited, the dirty idea’s Silco had brought to your mind that night flashing through your thoughts again.

 

Vander was watching you intently, his gaze now clearly hungry.

 

“He’s a cruel master, isn’t he?”

 

“M-maybe…”

 

“Can I guess how?” He watched you carefully.

 

“What?”

 

“Guess how he punished you?”

 

You averted your eyes, your heart thrumming in your chest. Knowing that Vander had been intimate with Silco, it felt so exhilarating to speak to him about this.

 

“Sure…”

 

He smiled, then thought for a moment.

 

“I’d say either he spanked you or he edged you until you cried.” He decided and you nearly choked on your own spit, face becoming beet red.

 

“And?” You couldn’t meet his eyes as he leaned even closer.

 

“Th-the first one.” You cleared your throat.

 

“Ah…” His eyes raked up and down your body for a moment, considering.

“So, you are a masochist.” He stated it without a question mark. You felt out of breath, feeling like any further action could reveal more of your dirty secrets.

 

“I don’t know…” you mutter.

 

At some point he must’ve leaned even closer, his face now inches from yours.

 

“You’re adorable.” He said it more to himself than to you and you suddenly worried about the other people in the room noticing the tension between you two.

 

Would he come back to his offer from last time?

 

“You like me, don’t you?” His voice had dropped low, the warm timber making you shiver and clench your thighs.

 

Their voices were really your weakness.

 

Of course, Vander picked up on your reaction.

 

“Come on, look at me, doll.” He coaxed, speaking right into your ear. You nearly whined.

When you didn’t obey, a big hand snaked to grab the back of your neck, squeezing just slightly.

 

A breathy moan fell from your lips against your better judgment.

 

He chuckled.

 

“You’re so easy, little one.” His voice was almost sinister, warm breath tingling your ear. You couldn’t help but pant slightly, eyes squeezing shut.

 

Suddenly the warmth was gone. You opened your eyes.

 

He’d leaned back, resting languidly in his chair.

 

“Why don’t you come over here.” He patted his lap subtly. You felt need throb between your legs, but your shame kept you where you were.

 

“But there’s people…” you looked around to the other tables filled with patrons in clear view.

 

“They won’t know.” He assured, coaxing you again.

“Come on, be a good boy.”

You squeezed your thigh, breathing out deeply. You could barely hear the people talking over your own heartbeat.

 

You finally stood and walked around the table, immediately pulled into Vander’s lap.

You nearly squeaked.

 

His warm body was pressed against your back, his large thighs holding you up comfortably, it was a completely novel feeling.

 

You leaned back with a sigh, legs falling open. His chuckle then reverberated through your body.

 

“Comfortable?” he mused. You nodded, shyness subsiding somewhat, despite still being in full view of the room.

 

“That’s good.” He rumbled, hands sneaking to rest on your hips, holding you against him. The sensation made you whimper once again.

 

You reflexively tried to squeeze your thighs together, but his legs kept them open.

 

“Feeling needy?” His voice was back against your ear, and you lost the last bit of your hesitancy.

You nod, lashes fluttering. His hands begin to roam, one snaking to feel over the smoothness of your chest and one creeping lower to touch you thigh.

 

You felt like you would pass out when you realized the size difference between your thigh and his hand, you’re sure he could probably reach most of the way around with just one hand.

 

Your legs tensed and you squirmed in his grasp. His grip suddenly became harsher.

 

“Stay still, be a good boy, okay?” He himself sounded out of breath.

You obeyed.

 

His hand began moving from your thigh higher up, as you willed yourself to stay still.

He cupped your crotch and your dick twitched harshly.

 

“Please…” you breathed out shakily and he groaned, increasing the pressure.

 

You couldn’t help but moan pathetically.

 

“Yeah? You like this?.. Just give yourself to me, doll.” His was husky and full of need.

“I’ll make you feel so good.”

Chapter 9: Hound feasts

Summary:

He slowed the pace of his fingers to stroke all the way to your cervix, curling them as he hit the deepest part.

You cried out the first time and began to lose yourself as he continued that way, tensing and arching your back.

Your orgasm hit you like a punch. Your body bowing as you came.

Notes:

Short Vander chapter, Silco reaction in the next????

“Yeah? You like this?.. Just give yourself to me, doll.” His was voice was husky and full of need.

“I’ll make you feel so good.”

 

 

You bucked slightly against his hand and supressed a moan. You pressed a hand over your mouth, looking around through bleary eyes to make sure no one was watching.

 

To your horror, you saw two patrons at the table closest glancing over and talking amongst themselves.

 

One was grinning and laughing.

 

You quickly turned your face away, heart sinking in humiliation.

“V-vander! People are watching!” You whisper urgently, thoughts interrupted by a gasp as his thumb circled your cock over your clothes.

 

“So? They’re not complaining.” His voice was a dark rumble, barely looking up.

 

“Please-“ you plead, pushing at his hand. He finally snapped out of it and sighed.

 

“Alright, doll.”

And without any more preamble you were lifted for the second time that day. Almost yelping.

You clung to him helplessly as he carried you to a backroom, far away from the ogling patrons.

 

It was a small, but comfortable room with a bed and a fireplace.  You were plopped onto the bed and opened your eyes to find him standing at the edge of the bed, looking utterly ravenous, panting slightly.

 

“You want this, doll?” he asked, eyes clear and earnest as he waited for your reply.

 

Your heart did a silly jump in your chest. You couldn’t help but think how different he was to Silco, yet so similar at the same time.

 

You nodded eagerly, already feeling sick of how empty you were.

 

He groaned and took his shirt off in a swift motion.

 

Another difference, he liked to undress for sex.

 

He crawled onto the bed, looming over you. He leaned down and kissed you surprisingly gentle for his earlier hunger, his tongue prodding at your mouth.

 

He tasted like liquorice.

 

His hands however were less than gentle, groping your body and pulling your shirt up to expose your skin. When he parted from you to take in your body, he halted, spotting the bruises that had now faded to shades of yellow and brown.

 

“What are these, he didn’t-“ he sounded angry, you cut him off.

“No. He didn’t. Got beat up by some enforcer.” You slurred your words slightly, out of breath, but looked up to make sure he believed you.

 

He met your eyes to see if you were lying, when he was satisfied that you weren’t, he leaned down to kiss the bruises, sending shivers up your spine.

His hands crept upward to feel over your scars and thumb the pink buds that were already standing proudly.

 

You whimpered, squirming under the attention. He kissed upward and began to suck on your nipple.

 

You couldn’t help but writhe, gasps and whines falling from your lips. The sensations of his tongue went straight to your cock, and you could feel yourself get wetter by the second, craving to be filled.

 

You opened your legs wider, hands lifting to grab his head, pushing him off gently.

 

He looked barely conscious, eyes lidded and pupils blown. Blinking a few times as he licked his lips.

 

“What?” He rasped.

 

You had a hard time gathering the words, instead you whined, pushing your hips off the bed.

 

He looked surprised, then chuckled meanly.

“Aw…do you need more, little one?” He cooed, his voice a low murmur, mocking in a way that made you want to cum and cry at the same time.

 

“Please-“you actually felt close to tears. A bad habit you couldn’t shake during sex.

He groaned once again, quickly kissing down your torso and pulling down your pants as he went. Helping you to lift your legs to take them off, leaving you in your boxers.

 

He quickly got back to it, kissing your thighs, before he finally lapped a stripe over your cock, which was tenting the fabric of your underwear by now.

 

Your whole body twitched and you moaned helplessly.

 

“Yes-!” you gasped, pushing your hips against his face. The stimulation felt like heaven after all the teasing.

 

He wet the fabric thoroughly, sucking earnestly, before his thumbs hooked under the elastic of the boxers, pulling them down impatiently.

 

He moaned at the sight before him.

 

“Fuck, doll, you’re so wet…” he pushed his face between your thighs, nosing through the slick.

 

When he started to lick, from pussy to cock the sounds he made became almost animalistic.

He lost himself in the act, sucking and slurping as much of your slick as he could, tongue delving deep inside to get more.

 

You couldn’t help the noises you were making. The way he ate you out was overwhelming. You bit your hand to muffle yourself.

 

After he’d indulged enough, he set his mind on making you cum. A finger, then two prodding at your entrance, sinking inside and beginning to pump deeply as his tongue lavished affection on your cock.

 

You were rapidly pushed towards orgasm, tears rolling down your cheeks, the grunts and moans from him heightening your arousal.

 

He slowed the pace of his fingers to stroke all the way to your cervix, curling them as he hit the deepest part.

 

You cried out the first time and began to lose yourself as he continued that way, tensing and arching your back.

 

Your orgasm hit you like a punch. Your body bowing as you came.

 

When you came back down, he was still lapping at your oversensitive sex, ignoring you as you helplessly squeezed your thighs around his head. Overstimulated.

 

“Too much-“ You squeaked and he finally backed off.

 

When he sat up, wiped his face and began to gently wipe your thighs clean with his shirt you were confused.

 

You pouted.

 

“We’re stopping here?” You asked incredulously, brows furrowed.

 

“Don’t worry about me, I don’t need to cum.” He smiled warmly. You felt frustration bubble up inside you.

 

“Maybe not, but I want your cock inside me...!” You whined, glaring at him shamelessly.

 

He looked stunned, before he laughed.

“I’m sorry, but you’re not ready for that, little one. Not by a mile.”

Your frustration heightened.

 

“I am!” You argued, insides twitching needily, despite your orgasm. If you didn’t get him, you would go crazy.

“No, doll. Sorry.” He smiled apologetically.

 

“I’ve taken Silco’s whole hand!” You blurted out, not thinking clearly.

He looked taken aback. An unreadable look on his face.

 

“Is that so? Well, the answer is still no.”

 

“Why?” you whined. You felt like you were losing it.

 

“Because, even if I wanted to and trust me, I want to, I don’t have the time necessary to prepare you right now.” He explained calmly, putting his shirt back on.

 

You came back to reality.

“Oh.”

He got back on the bed and helped you redress, pulling underwear and pants back onto your shaky body and placing an apologetic kiss on your cheek.

 

“Need to attend business. I…didn’t plan for this, otherwise I’d have made more time for our meeting.” He explained, chuckling.

 

You sighed.

 

“And besides, you need to sleep. Your shift is starting in a few hours, and you still need to walk back.”

 

You nodded.

“If you want you can sleep here, I’ll ask Vi to wake you later and escort you back to Silco’s terf.”

 

“Thanks.” You muttered, limbs feeling like lead and leaned up to kiss him.

 

He kissed you back, almost reverent, before he stood and got a blanket to cover you from a nearby closet.

Chapter 11: Juice

Notes:

Short, sfw chapter! Dont worry about the lore, i dont know either. I also dont have the usual writing tech [wrote this on pages, help me] I just moved, so i dont have wifi yada yada.

Smut DEFINitley coming in the next chapter. The plot will thicken.

You were roused from your sleep by the world shaking.

 

As you opened your eyes slowly a pink head of hair appeared in your field of view. 

 

„Wake up!“Vi bleated right in your face, her annoyance speaking to the fact that she must‘ve repeated this a few times now.

 

You sat up and rubbed at your eyes, suprisingly not sore. As you remebered the reason for that, you sighed, pouting inwardly, still frustrated by the fact that you hadn‘t yet gotten to experience ALL of Vander.

 

„Rise and shine. Get up now, I have to get you back to Silco and I have other shit to do today.“ 

 

She spoke with a grimace on her face, clearly unhappy that Vander had gotten her to do this.

 

 

 

The journey back was shorter than expected, but still you noticed your hunger as soon as you got moving.

 

Right…you usually would‘ve eaten your dinner by now. 

 

You sighed once again, hoping that your shift wouldnt be too much trouble today.

 

 

 

When you arrived you were nearly half an hour early. Despite this, it was weirdly quiet.

 

A strange feeling brushed the edges of your mind, but you shook it off and got to work preparing the bar for service.

 

The other employees were tense and you weren‘t sure you could pretend not to know the reason. 

 

Your worries were confirmed when a spit ball zoomed past your face. You let your eyes fall closed in an attempt to deny reality, but a loud voice pulled you right back to reality.

 

„Twink boy is back in the house!“ boomed through the bar at the volume of a pitfight announcer.  

 

You cringed as one of your coworkers tried to supress a laugh, before looking over and giving you a sympathetic upside-down-smile.

 

You finally willed yourself to look up, catching a glance of Jinx between the wooden ceiling beams, just in time to dodge another spit ball.

 

You were glad it was just spit balls, you‘d heard others had been presented with actual grenades or thrown at with knives.

 

 

„Jinx…“ you smiled tensely. You realistically knew that she liked you. Better than any of the other bartenders before you, if just for the fact that Silco liked you.

 

Within the blink of an eye, she‘d jumped down, sitting down on the counter before you. Toying with a glass that you‘d just cleaned.

 

„Gimme some juice?“ she looked up, making an attempt at puppy eyes, looking more deranged. She wasn‘t allowed more than two glasses of juice a day. Despite the fact she was 19 by now.

 

Silco was convinced the sugar would be somehow detrimental to her health. 

 

You furrowed your brows. You knew you couldnt really deny her, but Silco would have your head if you gave her more sugar than allowed.

 

„How much have you had today? Please be honest.“ You were nearly pleading.

 

She pouted, theatrically, annoyed.

 

„I don‘t know, just one or two…“ she inspected the glass in her hand.

 

You sighed, despairing slighty. 

 

„One OR two? That‘s important info.“ You pressed.

 

„Tch, maybeeeee it was two, Jeez, why do you have to be so anal!“ She exasperated, kicking the bar with the heel of her boot.

 

„Because Silco will kill me if I give you more!“ 

 

She meets your eyes very surely all of a sudden, with an eerily knowing gaze.

 

„No, he‘s not! He likes you.“ You were about to shake your head.

 

„And, I know something he‘ll actually kill you about.“ She cackled when your face turned pale.

 

„You look so funny when you do that!“ She pointed and wiped a metaphorical tear from her eye.

 

„What-…“ you stutter, feeling slight panic grip you.

 

„I know that you met my sister.“ 

 

Okay, shit, but that doesn‘t mean she knows where you went after.

 

She leaned in closer conspiritorially.

 

„And I know you met with Vander.“ 

 

You felt like you would pass out. She laughed out loud once again, gleeful about your face, assumedly, going pale once again.

 

„Fuck, please don‘t tell Silco!“ you pleaded, whisper screaming.

 

She looked up coldly.

 

„Juice.“ She demanded. No room for negotiation.

 

„Ugh, fine. Just promise not to tell him!“ You caught her eyes, urgently stating your conditition.

 

She looked down, picking at her nails with deliberate disinterest.

 

„Sure…“

 

„Gods! What else do you want??“ you exclaimed exasperated.

 

„Two cups!“ She countered.

 

You groaned, but knew that you had no ground to stand on.

 

„Okay, okay.“ You quickly poured her one large cup of juice. She took it, inspecting the cup before taste testing. Making sure it wasn‘t watered down. 

 

Obviously satisified she hopped off the bar and left in direction of her workshop.

 

„Bye, loser!“

 

You leaned against the bar, a mix of despair and relief adding to your exhaustion.

 

You hoped to the gods she wouldn‘t tell anyone.

 

 

Chapter 12

The rest of your shift was relativley uncomplicated and Silco wasn‘t anywhere to be seen.

 

Just as you were about to finish up for the night, you looked up to find Sevika stood before you.

 

Bad news.

 

„Silco wants to see you.“ she stated without preamble. Your heart sunk.

 

„Why?“ you asked cautiously.

 

„Why should I know. Just go to his office. And don‘t piss him off for all our sakes.“

 

„What?“ 

 

She groans.

 

„The last time you got hurt he was bitchy for atleast a week. Just dont fuck it up.“

 

You swallowed nervously. He couldn‘t know, right?

 

„And give me a shot, Gods know, I need it.“

 

 

After handing over Sevika‘s drink, you hyped yourself up for a moment before stalking off to Silco‘s office.

 

He couldn‘t know. Jinx was a maniac, but not without honour.

 

When you knocked on the door it was opened just a second later.

 

„There you are.“ A very serene Silco greeted you.

 

Okay, weird. Very, very weird.

 

„Come in, boy.“ He gestured for you to walk past. As soon as you did, he closed the door and locked it.

 

Double weird, but no need to panic.

 

You sat on your predetermined seat but instead of sitting down in his office chair across from you, he came to stand in front of you. 

 

His expression was unreadable. His posture relaxed, but carefully composed.

 

„How was your day?“ He spoke almost casually, leaning against the desk.

 

He was playing mindgames and you knew it. Fuck.

 

 

„It was good.“ You answered carefully. 

 

„Is that so? No trouble with Jinx?“ Oh no, oh no.

 

Did she tell him? She couldn‘t have, you complied!

 

„No, trouble.“ You press out as casually as possible.

 

„She didn‘t ask you for extra juice, did she?“ his voice dips just so.

 

Fuck, was this why he called you over?

 

„She did…“ you decide on being honest.

 

„But you didn‘t give her more, did you?“

 

This was a trick question…

 

„No.“ 

 

Suddenly he slammed his fist on the desk.

 

„Don’t lie to me, boy!“ his lips were pulled back in a sneer.

 

„I…“ you stuttered, shocked at his outburst.

 

„I know you gave her more.“

 

„I‘m sorry, sir-„

 

„shut up.“

 

You shifted nervously.

 

„I don‘t really care that you gave her more, what I do wonder about however, is how she got you of all people to betray my rules. What does she know that you dont want me to know?“ his eyes narrowed dangerously.

 

You looked down and in a sudden crossing of wires, decided to spill the truth.

 

„I…was..with Vander.“ You stuttered out, a thrill going through your body at Silco‘s reaction.

 

Disbelief, Anger, Possesive rage. Eyes wild.

 

„Oh? Is this funny to you.“ his voice was almost manic, you hadn’t noticed the giddy smile on your lips until he pointed it out.

 

„No, I-…“ He leans in closer, holding eyecontact as if he could force you to beg with just his furious gaze. 

 

„You find it exciting to anger me? What a little freak you are.“ A hand fisted your hair meanly.

 

You gasped.

 

„Didn‘t I punish you enough last time?“ You pant slightly, every movement increasing the pain on your scalp. 

 

„I should tie you down and edge you intil you beg me to put a bullet in your head.“ 

 

You couldn‘t help the pathetic whine that emerged from your throat. A chill wracking your body at the thought.

 

Despite the fear that was still everpresent after upsetting him, you couldn‘t deny how much it turned you on to make him mad.

 

To watch him lose his well-kept controll.

 

His teeth were grit as he watched you for a sign of guilt or submission, but all that came was a giggle.

 

You were shocked at yourself. Horrified. But the adrenaline coursing through every vein in your body made you lose all common sense.

 

His eyes widened even further and you were thrown to the ground. When you tried to sit up, a well polished boot pressed you into the floor.

 

You gasped for breath and instinctively grasped at the leg exerting the force.

 

„You little cretin, you sleep with my enemy, lie to me and now you laugh in my face??“ He pressed past clenched teeth.

 

Your insides twitched and fluttered as he talked down to you.

 

You clenched your thighs. Writhing underneath his boot.

 

„And the worst part is that this is turning you on so much, isn’t it?“ He growled. He crushed his boot down harder.

 

A choked cry of pain left you. 

 

„Please, s-sir…“ you whimper, incoherent already, literally reduced to the dirt under his feet.

 

„I should throw you to the lechorous hounds that frequent this bar and let them have their way with you, since you want to be a slut.“ 

 

You moaned at the thought, shuddering.

 

He chuckled cruelly. 

 

„You just can‘t help yourself.“ 

 

„N-no, sir…“ you slurred and arched your back despite it increasing the pressure on your chest, almost presenting for him.

 

His eyes filled with a different emotion. 

 

„I‘ll think of a punishment soon enough, don‘t dare think you‘re absolved. But right now…“

 

He stepped off and crouched down to eye level, grabbing your jaw. 

 

„…I need to fuck you until you forget all about Vander.“

 

With that he knelt down over you, ripping at your clothes until you were left only in your underwear. One hand grabbed your throat as the other cruelly pressed down on your cock.

 

You bucked your hips, moaning at the crude pleasure shooting up your spine.

 

He continued applying pressure and circled your dick roughly, while the grip on your throat began to tighten.

 

You lost yourself, so thrilled at his uncontrolled demeanor you felt yourself rapidly approach orgasm as you fought for air. Eyes rolling back into your head. 

 

When you crashed over the edge, he only slowed somewhat, keeping a steady rythm even as you attempted to escape his grasp.

 

„S-sir, please I can‘t!“ you gasped out.

 

„Oh, you can and you will.“ He leaned down to kiss you, less than tenderly and continued his ministrations, only breaking away to watch you as you came again, sobbing.

 

„N-no more-“ you babbled. Shaking with overstimulation.

 

He ignored you and got to work undoing his belt instead, but thankfully letting up on your dick.

 

Your underwear was sodden when he pulled it off and goosebumps rose all over your body as you were wholly exposed to the cool air of the room.

 

Without much preamble he guided himself inside you, bottoming out in one smooth thrust.  You cried out.

 

You grabbed at your own hair in an attempt to deal with the overwhelming stimulation when he began thrusting ruthlessly, setting a quick pace.

 

It was like lightneing throughout your body, his cock pummeling your cervix with every thrust.

 

You shook, writhing under him already close once again, he sensed this and began circling your cock, pleasure and pain became so much that you began to thrash, your orgasm like torture as it continued to build.

 

„N-no- can‘t I can‘t!“ you shrieked even as your body succumbed to him, cumming for a third time within ten minutes.

 

You were trembling, clenching around him uncontrollably.

 

Yet he continued thrusting, hands holding your body down, fingers kneading your flesh as he took his pleasure.

 

„Did he fuck you? Tell me…“ he panted roughly, losing hismelf.

 

You shook your head, barely conscious.

 

„Oh, poor thing, must‘ve been so dissapointed, you were, weren‘t you?“ he muttered leaning down close to your ear.

 

In your bleary state, you nodded. He chuckled manically. 

 

„Don‘t worry, I‘ll fill you up all the way.“ You moaned helplessly, caught in what felt like a continuously building orgasm.

 

„But that‘s not enough for a slut like you, is it? You need to be passed around and sullied, just to feel satiated, don‘t you?“ 

 

You clenched down tightly around him, betraying your answer immediatly.

 

He laughed breathlessly, slowing just so as his cock was trapped in your vice grip, just to speed up once again right after.

 

You couldn‘t help the string of moans and the pleading, Silco pressed his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries.

 

„Shh,give me one more, yeah?“ he cooed and you shook your head, but felt his fingers on your cock anyway, rubbing quickly in time with his thrust.

 

Despite him being less skillful than usual about it, the high that had been building for the past few minutes of ruthless fucking didn‘t need much to come crashing down over you.

 

Your body bowed and you bit blindly into his hand. 

 

A choked off groan was forced from him, his good eye fluttering, rolling back, before you felt his hot seed paint your insides.

 

It took a while, before your mind could register that your teeth were still lodged in his hand. When you pulled away, a string of bloody saliva snapped and you could taste copper on your tongue. 

 

Your head was filled with cotton and you were unable to move a single muscle, despite the way the cold, hard floor became noticable against your aching back.

 

He combed through his hair with his unbitten hand and began to pull out slowly, both of you tensing, oversensitive. 

 

He tucked himself away before standing.

 

„Get up, boy.“

 

You shook your head weakly. His eyes softened just so and he knelt down to pick you up, setting you down on a chair and beginning to clean you.

 

Once done he helped you dress, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your ear, making you shiver.

 

Then he bit down.

 

You gasped.

 

„Don‘t forget your punishment, boy.“ he growled.

 

With that, you were pushed out the door.

Notes:

Comment if you want more, it will definitley motivate me to deliver quickly