[ Swallow Your Pride ] FrozenDebt Smut

by K4YRat

Summary:

Mafioso and iTrapped meet for the first time with a similar goals in mind. Finally after so long they're able to fulfill those goals, and get a bit freaky afterwards.

Notes:

Request fic!
Enjoy the read <3

The casino was lit to the brim, Chance and iTrapped had been at the poker tables all night. Chance was on a winning streak obliterating basically everyone. Suddenly a tall man with a fedora along with some others walked into the Casino.

“Find 'em boys, and make sure they’re alive.” He let out with a deep voice. Soldier nodded, the goons spread through the casino.

Chance spotted the goons along with Mafioso. They suddenly panicked, hiding under the table, “Shit.Shit. Shit.” Chance whispered to themselves. iTrapped was confused by all this and looked under the table to see Chance’s panicked face. “What’s wrong?” iTrapped asked.

“Tch, he found me.” Chance explained. iTrapped took note of this. What did chance mean by found? Was there an enemy of Chance that iTrapped didn’t know about? He was intrigued by this, and spoke to chance, “Who found you?” Any bit of knowledge would help iTrapped out in killing Chance.

“Fucking Mafioso and his boys, I owe em something.” Chance explained to iTrapped. Suddenly Chance crawled out from their hiding spot, and ran out the Casino. iTrapped gave chance a look of disgust as he ran off. Chance didn’t notice this look however.

Mafioso noticed Chance running out the door, he swiftly turned towards the exit. A chase ensued as Mafioso yelled out, “Get back here!” Chance panted as he turned a corner and ran through Alleys. With their breath shaking heavily, they made a final turn and hid in a dumpster.

Mafioso stopped in his tracks not knowing where Chance had possibly gone. His goons had caught up to him. “Boss did you lose em?” Cerulean asked. The others kept silent not wanting to push Mafioso’s buttons.

Mafioso let out a deep sigh out of frustration. He hated knowing Chance had escaped.

Chance’s heartbeat fastened, scared of Mafioso realizing they were actually been inside the filthy dumpster. Chance covered their mouth, muffling their breathing and keeping quiet as he overheard the conversation.

“Let’s go boy’s,” Mafioso ordered. They nodded, following Mafioso as they headed back to the Casino.

—

iTrapped noticed the tall man returning to the Casino. Chance was no where to be found. Now was the time to learn who they were. Mafioso and his goons happen to sit down at the poker table iTrapped had been at. Mafioso gave iTrapped a glare, but not a glare of hatred or disgust. It was a glare of curiosity.

“How’s tonight been for you?” Mafioso asked iTrapped.

He flinched at the sound of his voice, it was deep. Way deeper than any other voice he had heard before. Along with that, he had a thick Italian accent.

Mafioso chuckled, “What? Ya scared?”

iTrapped looked at him, “No, not at all. Just, caught off guard is all.”

 

The dealer shuffled the cards, preparing for the game to begin.

iTrapped thought to himself, ‘Just ask him about chance. There’s nothing he can do to you. Other than maybe killing you…’ He let out a sigh, “Saw you chasing someone earlier tonight, what was that about?” He asked.

The dealer handed out cards, and once done. iTrapped looked at his hand. It was strong, a straight flush. He bet in a couple of his chips. Not really wanting to go all in.

“Call” Mafioso followed.

Then one by one his goons made their play, “Fold” one said. “Raise” another said with a smirk. “Call” one said with a serious face. “Call” The last one had finally said.

 

Mafioso looked at him degradingly. “None of your business.” He spat out coldly regarding the question from earlier.
iTrapped took a closer look at the man. He sure had a good build, but then iTrapped noticed the bunny ears that folded back by his hat.

“What if it was my business though?” iTrapped said. He smirked and let out a small laugh, “I know some useful info you could use. Plus, I want them dead. We have a similar target in mind don’t we?”

The dealer looked at them not wanting to get involved. There was a mob boss with them after all.

Mafioso took a look at iTrapped with interest. “Im listening,” He said with malicious intent.

—

After their game of poker, iTrapped and Mafioso headed to the bar in order to talk a bit more.

“I need Chance dead,” iTrapped said without any hesitation. “What’s your whole deal with them?”

Mafioso took a sip from his drink, his goons watching their conversation without a word being said. “Chance is indebted to me,” Mafioso explained.

iTrapped looked at Mafioso shocked at first, then he was confused. “They come from a very wealthy family, how could they end up in debt?” iTrapped said with confusion in their voice.

“It’s not money that's owed.” Mafioso took another sip of his drink before clinking the glass down onto the bar. “They took something very valuable to my family.” Mafioso explained.

iTrapped downed his drink in one huge sip, before asking for another and ordering one for Mafioso as well.

—

That’s how iTrapped and Mafioso met. With similar goals in mind, it wasn’t long before Chance had been caught by Mafioso. Even so though, Chance wouldn’t give up what they had owed. Mafioso let them go 5 times, before he was fed up with it.

iTrapped and Chance had been together that night at a club.

Chance looked over at iTrapped drunk. It was clear there was no thought behind those eyes. “iTrapped.. You’re like.. The best friend i’ve ever fuckin’ haddddddd” They said with slurred words.

This was the perfect moment to catch Chance off guard. To Kill them. But Mafioso still had his whole problem with chance. Despite knowing Chance didn’t have what Mafioso talked about, he called him up still, notifying him of Chance’s location.

iTrapped was pretty fucked up himself. Everything was pretty woozy and his words were slurring just like Chance’s.
The Phone rang.
After a few seconds of waiting, Mafioso picked up. “Mafioso, buddy.. Chance and I are at this stupid club and they’re really drunk, so it would be perfect to catch em off guard.”

“Have you been fuckin’ drinking?” Mafioso said with disgust in his tone.

“Just a bit, im tipsy is all” iTrapped said with words still slurred. “I’ll be there in ten.” Mafioso hung up.

Just like Mafioso said he would, he was there in ten minutes. Catching chance completely off guard. He knows them out cold, his goons picked up Chance and threw them into the trunk, tied up. iTrapped watched as it happened still woozy.

Mafioso let out a sigh, “After you,” he opened the passenger side door. “Well this is a surprise” iTrapped laughed. He leaned down to enter the car, his goons all squishing themselves in the back.

—

Chance awoke in a small room with a table between Mafioso and them. “What the hell?!” He was clearly way sober than before. It had been around 3 hours after all.

Chance looked around, it was him and two of his goons standing by the door.
“Chance I gave you so many.. Well.. Chance’s” Mafioso said with a chuckle.

Mafioso stood up, his hands slamming down onto the table. “Do you really think you could get away from me?”

Chance yelped as the tall man loomed over him. “Listen chance. I’m sick of your games. If I aint gonna get what belongs to my family back, then I’ll just have to kill you”

Chance thought to themselves. They couldn’t be cocky, or condescending. If they were, Mafioso would make sure Chance would die painfully. “You really gonna kill me?” Chance asked, his voice slightly shaking.

Mafioso looked over to his goons, “Let him in,”

“Yes boss.” They opened the door and iTrapped stepped inside.

Chance’s eyes widened, “iTrapped? THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

Mafioso laughed, “Ya see Chance.. I’m not the one who’s gonna be killin’ you.”

 

Chance looked back at iTrapped, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. iTrapped, buddy, it doesn’t have to be this way!”

Mafioso handed iTrapped a sword. “This is what you wanted right?”

iTrapped looked down at the sword, “Yeah, but what about the thing that belongs to your family?”

“Doesn’t matter no more, just end 'em and make it quick.” Mafioso said as he left the room.

Chance looked at iTrapped with fear in his eyes, “Now now, iTrapped what is it you want? You want money? I’ll give it to you, just let me go free”

“I dont want your fucking money.” iTrapped said to chance coldly.
iTrapped slowly walked up to chance, who was defenseless and still tied up from earlier. Chance flinched as iTrapped grabbed a hold of him. “Sorry it had to be this way.” He held Chance in a hug, before plunging the sword into Chance's back.

Chance coughed up blood, “I should have known better..” they said right as they fell to the ground. Life leaving their eyes.

iTrapped dropped the sword and exited the room.

Mafioso stood in the hallway. iTrapped couldn’t help but notice the slight attraction he felt towards him. The facial hair, the bunny ears, the muscles, the voice.. all of it aroused him. Thinking about it for too long made his cock harden. iTrapped ignored it hoping that Mafioso wouldn’t notice it.

Mafioso didn’t seem like the kind of guy to really find attractiveness in someone like iTrapped.
He sighed and asked Mafioso “Could I stay the night?”

“I guess you could, but don’t get use to it.” Mafioso sighed. “Just follow me.”

They walked around, there were multiple bedrooms, obviously for Mafioso’s goons, iTrapped counted the doors as they walked, a bedroom for each of them. Mafioso opened the last door, “We’ll sleep here”

iTrapped paused, “We?” his face burned up.

“You think I don't know about your little buddy down there eh?” Mafioso glanced downward.

Mafioso grabbed iTrapped’s wrist dragging him into the bedroom. iTrapped’s cock twitched from excitement. Mafioso grinned, noticing the twitch, “So needy, aren't you?”

Mafioso walked to the closet, pulling out some rope. He grinned and chuckled low, “I’d been lusting over you for a bit. Never thought I'd see a day where I could act on those urges.” Mafioso took his fedora off, his bunny ears perked up.

iTrapped gulped as he saw the rope. However, he wasn't going to let Mafioso man handle him. He wanted to humble Mafioso. See what he’d be like while being dominated.

Mafioso felt iTrapped's hand grip onto his own, a firm hold. "Wait," he said, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart. "Don't think you've got me figured out just yet."

He pulled Mafioso closer, their bodies pressing together in the dimly lit room. His other hand moved to cup Mafioso's cheek, thumb stroking over his lips teasingly before dipping lower to trace along the neckline of his shirt. "Let's see who ends up begging for release tonight." The challenge was clear in his tone, daring Mafioso to take it back.

However. iTrapped already knew he had won. Mafioso took his blazer off, along with his dress shirt. iTrapped copied the action and left only his pants on.

Then, he pushed Mafioso down onto the bed. Mafioso grunted as his back met the bed.
iTrapped grabbed the rope and pinned him down aggressively. "I think someone needs humbling." iTrapped said seductively. He tied a knot on his wrists, making sure they were above his head.

Mafioso tried to fight back, despite how strong he was. iTrapped proved to be stronger.

Mafioso squirmed beneath iTrapped, his body tensing under the ropes binding his wrists. He gritted his teeth, a scoff escaping his lips as he fought against the restraints. But he soon found himself helpless under iTrapped's dominance, his muscles straining against the ropes without avail.

His eyes flickered with a mixture of defiance and desire as he looked up at iTrapped. "You... you're going to regret this..." But even as he spoke, his cock betrayed him, hardening further in response to the situation.

iTrapped smirked down at Mafioso, seeing the bulge in his pants. "Oh really?" iTrapped leaned in close, his breath hot against Mafioso's ear. "Seems like my 'little buddy' has other plans."

iTrapped reached down, palming Mafioso's erection through his pants. He squeezed firmly, watching Mafioso's face contort in pleasure. "I'm going to enjoy this," iTrapped whispered, his voice dripping with lust.

With a swift motion, iTrapped undid Mafioso's belt and unzipped his fly, freeing his throbbing cock. It sprang out, leaking precum. iTrapped wrapped his fingers around it, stroking slowly.

Mafioso's bunny ears perked down, as he tried to hold in his moans.

Mafioso's breath hitched, a shudder running through his body. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the moans threatening to escape his throat. Despite his attempts at resistance earlier, his body was betraying him now, responding eagerly to iTrapped's touch.

"Fuck... you..." he managed to grind out between clenched teeth, though the words lacked their usual bite. Instead, they sounded more like a plea for mercy. Or perhaps a desperate attempt to maintain some control over the situation.

As iTrapped continued to stroke him, Mafioso's hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting his length deeper into iTrapped's grasp.

Mafioso let out a low grunt and tensed up a bit.
iTrapped chuckled darkly, enjoying the sight of Mafioso losing control. "what's wrong? Is the mob boss gonna cum?" he cooed, pumping Mafioso's cock faster.

Then without warning, iTrapped released the shaft to unbuckle his own belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. His member sprang free, standing at attention. He positioned himself between Mafioso's legs, rubbing the tip of his cock against the other man's entrance.

"H-HEY!" Mafioso yelled out. But he was unable to do anything with his restraints.

He pushed forward slightly to tease Mafioso's hole. "Not so strong now huh?" iTrapped teased.

Mafioso gasped as iTrapped teased his entrance, the cool air hitting his sensitive skin causing him to shiver. His hole twitched in anticipation, clenching around nothing as if trying to milk iTrapped's cock.

he groaned, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He thrashed about on the bed, trying desperately to take control of the situation and make iTrapped be the one below him.

Despite his best efforts, he couldn't deny how good it felt when iTrapped rubbed against him. Nor could he ignore the way his body responded, arching up into the touch.

"Color?" iTrapped asked. He may be in control right now but if Mafioso didn't want to continue he'd stop.

Mafioso panted heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He glared up at iTrapped, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and arousal. "Red," he spat out, his voice strained. His ears still droopy. He wanted this, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

But even as he declared his color, Mafioso's hips lifted again, seeking more contact with iTrapped's cock. His hole clearly wanted to be filled.

iTrapped smirked, understanding exactly what Mafioso's body was telling him. He pressed the head of his cock against Mafioso's entrance once more, applying gentle pressure. "You mean green?" iTrapped chuckled.

Mafioso looked at iTrapped with an annoyed look. "Ugh..Green." Mafioso said hoping he wouldn't regret this. He never expected to be bottom.

"Just relax," iTrapped murmured, "Let me take care of you." With that, he began to push inside, inch by inch slowly.

Mafioso gasped as iTrapped pushed inside, the feeling of being stretched and filled. His body clenched around iTrapped's cock, trying to accommodate the intrusion. Mafioso let out a grunt.

He whimpered, biting his lip to stifle the sounds threatening to spill from his throat. His hole twitched and spasmed around iTrapped's length greedily.

"Fuck... fuck!" Mafioso groaned, his body writhing beneath iTrapped. His hands flexed against the ropes tying him up, the sensation driving him nuts.

Then he started to move, slow and deliberate thrusts.

"Mmmph, looks like you're enjoying this after all," iTrapped teased, picking up speed. He leaned down, capturing Mafioso's lips in a rough kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance as iTrapped fucked into him harder.

They broke apart, "Not a.. NGH!" Mafioso let out.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, mixed with Mafioso's grunts. He held in his moans, not wanting to look pathetic.

iTrapped looked down below him, enjoying the sight, "Take it bunny. Take every inch."

Mafioso's eyes rolled back, lost in the intense sensations. His cock throbbed, leaking precum onto his stomach. He was getting close already.

Mafioso's body shook under the onslaught of pleasure, his moans no longer being held back. He moaned and grunted as iTrapped pounded into him. He felt his orgasm building, the familiar tightening in his balls signaling its approach.

"Fuck... I'm gonna-" he gasped out, cutting himself off with a choked cry as his cock erupted. Hot spurts of cum shot from his length, coating his abdomen and dripping down onto the bed sheets.

Even as his climax subsided, Mafioso's body continued to spasm around iTrapped's cock. "S-shit..."

"You look pathetic like this you know?" iTrapped let out a small laugh,

continuing to thrust into Mafioso's still-twitching hole. He gripped Mafioso's thighs tighter, spreading them wider to gain better access.

"I'm not done with you yet," iTrapped growled, picking up the pace again. His cock slid in and out of Mafioso's slick heat, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through both men.

"GAH! itrapped.. NGH!~"

Mafioso whimpered, his bunny ears flat against his head in submission. He could feel another orgasm building, "Please... please..." he begged, unsure if he was pleading for more or for respite.

iTrapped's thrusts became faster, his own release approaching. "You want it, don't you?" he taunted, "Want me to fill you up?"

His body trembled, on the verge of another orgasm. The feeling of iTrapped's cock sliding in and out of him combined with the humiliation of being taken like this drove him wild with desire.

"JUST GIVE IT TO ME!" Mafioso cried out, his voice hoarse from screaming. He arched his back, pushing his ass up to meet iTrapped's thrusts.
He felt humiliated but he might as well just go with it.

iTrapped slammed into him one final time. His cock pulsed as he came, filling Mafioso with his hot seed. "FUCK!" iTrapped roared, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm.

Mafioso felt iTrapped's cum flood his insides, the sensation triggering his own second climax. He screamed, his cock jerking as he shot another load of cum across his chest. His hole clenched rhythmically around iTrapped's softening cock.

"I..Hah..you're gonna regr-" Mafioso couldn't even finish his sentence. He pulled up with a lewd pop, then iTrapped untied Mafioso, grabbing him from his ears.

Mafioso lay panting on the bed, his body spent from the intense orgasms. He felt iTrapped's hands gripping his ears, pulling him up into a sitting position. His eyes fluttered open to meet iTrapped's gaze, a mix of confusion and lingering pleasure evident in his expression.

"Regret what?" iTrapped asked, leaning in close so that their faces were mere inches apart. He traced a finger down Mafioso's chest, tracing the path of his cum that was still drying on his skin. "You enjoyed it, admit it."

Mafioso swallowed, looking away. He couldn't deny it. he had loved every moment of being taken by iTrapped. And the humiliation only added to the thrill. He was still to prideful to admit it though.

"Admit it, bunny," iTrapped persisted, his finger trailing lower, brushing against Mafioso's cum slicked cock. "You liked it, didn't you?"

Mafioso's breath caught, his body reacting instinctively to the touch. He tried to pull away, but iTrapped's grip on his ears kept him in place.

"N-no... I didn't..." Mafioso protested weakly, even as his hips shifted subtly, seeking more contact.

iTrapped chuckled, amused by Mafioso's denial. "Your body tells a different story," he pointed out, he let go of his ears, giving Mafioso's cock a light squeeze. "It's still hard, isn't it? Still hungry for more."

Mafioso's face flushed, his ears folding back in embarrassment. He knew iTrapped was right.

Mafioso let out a frustrated sigh, his body betraying him once again. He hated how much he craved iTrapped's touch.

"Fine," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I liked it... but that doesn't mean you win." Despite his words, Mafioso made no move to resist as iTrapped continued to stroke him.

"No... I won't let you win," Mafioso insisted stubbornly. “Oh but you will~” iTrapped said back.

He climbed off the bed, "Get on your knees," iTrapped commanded.

Mafioso hesitated for a moment, then complied, moving to kneel on the bed. He looked up at iTrapped expectantly, his mouth watering in anticipation.

"What are you going to do to me?" he asked, trying to sound brave despite the nervous quiver in his voice. He hated being this humiliated.

iTrapped ran a hand through Mafioso's hair, gripping it tightly.

"Maybe I'll make you suck me off," iTrapped suggested, his voice low. "Or maybe I'll fuck your tight little asshole again. What do you think, bunny? Which one will break you first?"

He gave Mafioso's hair a sharp tug, "Choose wisely," he warned, "because either way, you're going to lose."

Mafioso let out a shaky breath, his heart racing. He hated how much he craved iTrapped's domination, how eager he was to submit.

"S-suck you..." he stuttered out, his voice low with a bit of anger. "I'll suck you off."

He looked up at iTrapped, his mouth parting in anticipation. He knew he was at iTrapped's mercy, and the thought sent a thrill through him.

iTrapped smirked, pleased with Mafioso's choice. "Good boy," he praised, guiding Mafioso's head towards his cock. "Show me how much you want it."

iTrapped groaned, his fingers tangling in Mafioso's hair as he worked his cock in and out of the other man's mouth. "That's it, bunny," he encouraged, his hips rocking forward to meet Mafioso's movements. "Take it all."

Mafioso gagged again, but he didn't stop. Saliva drooled down the shaft. Then he relaxed his throat, letting iTrapped's cock slide deeper. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he kept sucking, determined to please his dominant.

iTrapped's grip on Mafioso's hair tightened, his breathing growing heavier. "Fuck, you're good at this," he praised, his praise tinged with a hint of mockery. "Who knew you had such talent?"

Mafioso released iTrappeds cock from his mouth to say something, "You littl-"
He was cut off by iTrapped pushing his cock back into Mafioso's mouth. He gagged from the swift motion.

Mafioso gagged on iTrapped's cock, his eyes watering from the forceful movement. But he didn't pull away. Instead, he took a deep breath and continued to suck him off, his lips wrapped tightly around iTrapped's length.

He let out muffled moans around iTrapped's cock, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. His hands gripped onto iTrapped's thighs for support, his nails digging into his flesh.

Mafioso pulled back for a moment, wiping away the tears from his eyes. "You... little shit..." he managed to spit out between heavy breaths.

iTrapped chuckled darkly, his grip on Mafioso's hair loosening slightly. "Oh, I love it when you talk dirty, bunny," he purred, his cock throbbing against Mafioso's lips. "Keep going, show me how much you hate me while you suck my cock."

Mafioso groaned, his frustration clear in the sound. But he knew he couldn't resist iTrapped. Not when he was so turned on, his own cock aching with need.

He took iTrapped's cock back into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. His tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside.

Mafioso pulled back momentarily, his mouth wet with saliva. "You... asshole..." he muttered, glaring up at iTrapped. But he didn't leave iTrapped's lap, instead choosing to resume sucking his cock.

His lips wrapped around iTrapped's length once more, taking him deep into his throat. He gagged slightly, but continued to work iTrapped's cock with enthusiasm.

Mafioso felt iTrapped's cock start to throb, the signs of an impending orgasm. He continued to suck him off, his lips wrapped tightly around iTrapped's length. He gagged slightly, but didn't pull away.

Instead, he quickened his pace, bobbing his head up and down iTrapped's cock. He used his tongue to tease the sensitive underside of iTrapped's cock, hoping to push him over the edge.

iTrapped let out a loud groan, his grip on Mafioso's hair tightening almost painfully. "Fuck, bunny... I'm gonna- Ahh!~"

With a sudden jerk, iTrapped's cock exploded in Mafioso's mouth. Thick ropes of cum shot down his throat, each pulse making Mafioso gag and choke. He struggled to swallow it all, not wanting to waste a single drop.

When iTrapped finally stopped cumming, Mafioso pulled back, gasping for air. Cum dripped from his chin, mixing with the saliva on his lips. He glared up at iTrapped, still fuming from being dominated so thoroughly.

"Well, did you enjoy that?" iTrapped asked smugly,

Mafioso wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to catch his breath. He was still furious with iTrapped, but he couldn't deny how satisfying it was to make him cum.

"It's alright, I wont make you do anything else," iTrapped laughed. "I already got what i wanted~"
He pulled mafioso up from his bunny ears, "why dont we take a shower?"

Mafioso scowled, still feeling the lingering effects of his humiliation. "A shower sounds nice," he admitted, standing up on wobbly legs.iTrapped really did ruin him.

Mafioso followed iTrapped into the bathroom, his mind still spinning from the intense orgasm. He stood awkwardly by the door, waiting for iTrapped to start the shower.

Once the water was warm enough, iTrapped stepped into the shower, gesturing for Mafioso to join him. "Come on, bunny. Don't be shy now," he cooed, reaching out to grab Mafioso's hand and pull him closer.

"Don't call me bunny." Mafioso was back to his regular self, as if all the humiliation had never happened.

Notes:

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