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There was a deep breath rattling in the man’s chest. Smoking had done horrible things to his lungs but he wasn’t about to quit now. Not when the stress from his job and home life were at an all time high.Trouble in paradise doesn’t really fit the bill, but, he isn’t exactly looking for a divorce either.
Toji rolled his shoulders as he stood at his kitchen island, trying to gather his thoughts. The door was locked, keys secured in the safe, guns locked tight; there was no way for his little brat to get into anything too dangerous if he tried to give the slip again. The broad shouldered man felt like maybe he was getting a little too old to play these games but…Can he really stay mad?
Before he could sit down and brood about things, Toji grabbed the bag of food he’d had delivered and moved toward the basement door. He sniffed the inside, making a grimaced face. How did Satoru actually like this garbage? He’d even gone so far as to beg for some greasy burgers and fries from the fast food place down the street instead of the home cooked meal Toji had made the night before. The shitty little brat had better be happy that he was cute when he cried.
Walking into the room, Toji is greeted with tired, tear stained eyes and his sweet little lamb curled up in the corner. He looked exhausted, like he had been sobbing for hours, and any other time Toji would have loved to comfort him! But he had this coming. You don't try to bite the hand that feeds you, and you sure as shit don’t try to stab the man protecting you.
Satoru wipes his eyes, rushing to meet the man as he stood with the bag of food, but his eyes averted it, hands shaking as he tried to dust off his shirt and small skirt. It wasn’t exactly an outfit he had a choice in wearing but when you have an assassin as your captor, sometimes self preservation prevails.
“Y-You came back! I-I…” He trails off, unsure of what to really say. Sorry I stabbed you? Sorry when you turned your back I headed for the door and said you should die? Sorry that when you said you wanted to bathe me alone together I panicked and tried to run?
It’s a bit useless to explain himself, at least right now. Realization kicked in when he opened the front door of this place only to see it was miles and miles of a place he didn’t know, and in a place that wouldn’t care if he cried for help. The trees would only hear his cries and echo it back to him.
Hauntingly alone and isolated.
He’s better off playing nice. Sometimes you have to learn the hard way.
Toji blew a sigh from his nose as he stood up straighter. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to let Satoru wear himself out or just have him sit down and eat. The blubbering was cute but well, daddy had a bit of a headache from the lack of decent pain medication in the house. Fuckin’ junkies had broken in and stolen his stash a few months back and he’d forgotten to replace it.
One would think being secluded in the mountains would mean “stay the fuck off my property”, but no. But it is an excuse to use his shotgun, so, who's the real winner here?
“Look.” Toji’s voice was gruff and thick in his throat. He has every right to be pissed, so why does he still feel guilty when his little princess looks at him like that? Ugh. He’s gotten soft. With a resigned huff, He lifted the bag of food. “How’s this as a peace offerin’?”
Satoru watched as the man jiggled the bag of fast food, and couldn’t deny that the smell was titillating, but, he honestly didn’t know if he could eat right now. Everything was so confusing the last few days, and being left alone like he had been hasn’t helped. He swallows, looking down at the floor timidly as he tries to think of how to answer. “I…I wanted to say I’m…I’m sorry. A-and I know that sounds like bullshit! I know, but…I'm scared. Ok? I’m so fucking Scared. You said you wanted to give me a bath and…I was reminded you haven't ever seen me you know…Down there.” he admits, voice shaking as he feels like his heart was beating in his throat.
Does He expect Toji to just forget that he had, ya know, stabbed his hand? No. But he had some hope that maybe, just maybe, the man could see where Satoru was coming from. He had been behaving after all! He’s just still so nervous and worried that Toji might not like what he sees when he’s finally naked and the lights are on.
“Scared huh?” Toji asks, lowering the food bag as he listens. Well, now that the tank of a man could really mull over the words, he supposed it made sense. Satoru was sassy by all means, but misbehaving? He’s only really done it once. It hurt like a mother fucker, don't get him wrong. But still, it was Satoru’s only real naughty behavior, all things considered.
What kitten wouldn’t swipe and hiss when brought to a new location?
Toji took a few quick steps to the work bench across the room, setting the food down. He cracked his knuckles after leaning against the wood. “Well, if you’re really sorry, you’ll show me what’s been getting you so bothered. I can’t help you if you’re naughty and hide things from me now can I?”
He folded his arms over his chest and scanned over his captive’s body. Satoru had the most gorgeous long legs and thin pianist fingers along with alabaster skin and doll-like blue eyes. It was astonishing that Toji had been the first one to try and get his hands on him. He hummed, deciding there wasn’t much of anything that the heir to the Gojo fortune could show him that he’d be disappointed by.
“Show you?” The blue eyed beauty asks, fingers coming to clutch at the skirt he was wearing. He thinks back to how Toji even respected his privacy to slide it on, even with underwear. Was that a privilege? Was that Toji being kind? “I-I, uhm, I think maybe it’d be better to just tell-”
“No. You’re going to show me.” Toji interrupts gruffly, leaving no room for argument. “I get stabbed, I get to set the rules. Especially after I pay for your cute underwear, and your shitty fast food meals, and still keep you alive after the way you broke my heart. So. Show me.”
Satoru opens and closes his mouth, desperate to find a way to argue, but could he really? Logically it’s a fast track to have him under this guys floor boards with whomever else he probably (most definitely) killed. Was showing him really the right idea though? What if… No. No, he had to do this, didn’t he? He’d have to suck it up. Maybe… Maybe Toji would get bored and let him go?
That was wishful thinking.
Toji sighed deeply and pulled himself away from the workbench, shamelessly crowding the smaller man. “If I have to rip those cute panties off of you, you’re not going to like what happens next. But I sure will. Now, you can give daddy what he wants and we can play nicely. I’ll even give you a nice bubble bath after you eat that gross slop and we can watch one of those sparkly anime shows you won’t shut up about.”
He pauses, his eyes giving a dark, brooding look. “Or…you can let me see how much I can milk you of, while you’re tied down and forced to take what I give you.”
Toji couldn’t help the way he grinned seeing the white haired man trembling. It was so cute to see him struggling against what he wanted and needed. “C’mon baby, be a good boy for me. I know you can.”
Satoru quivered, his nose burning with unshed tears forming. This was it. Where he had to bite the bullet or be ended with one. He sniffles, wiping his face with one hand as the other lifts up his skirt, slowly lowering his cotton pink panties and exposing his rather small- well let's face the facts, outright tiny- member, with an adorable patch of pubes nestled perfectly under the fabric.
He expects the man to laugh. Maybe sneer in disgust, to even mock and hit him for this, but Toji goes quiet. Eerily so. Like he’s caught in a trance as he rakes over Satoru’s form, absorbing everything laid before him in what seems to be a stunned state.
“See? I…I have this issue. You would’ve hurt me or found me gross and I was scared of that ok? N-now you know.” The captive cutie stammers, some tears rolling down his pretty face, making Toji all the more ready to just pounce and prove his sweet kitten wrong.
Toji had never been more elated that he’d gone through with it and installed bars on the windows. If Satoru thought he was going to escape now, he was sorely mistaken. He rubbed over his face and ran his fingers up the smaller man’s thigh, calloused fingers swiping through the tufts of snow Satoru called pubes. Toji felt a touch lightheaded from just how much his cock was wanting to fill out. He needed that sweet little nub between his teeth.
“Fuck. Strip down, princess. I need you on my tongue this instant. No back talking, I’ve earned this.”
Satoru could only suck in a breath, taking a step back to try and put some distance, wanting an explanation, but those calloused hands hold him still by his thighs as Toji hits his knees. His eyebrows twitch in confusion, but he can hardly get a syllable out before his skirt and underwear are torn off, literally, while an impatient Toji holds him in place.
“W-wait you don't-” He begins, only to feel his stomach pool with ice as Toji begins to suck and kiss up his thighs, resembling a large cat purring as it gets its cut of meat for the day. “Ngh-Toiji I-”
“It’s Daddy. Don't misbehave now, you’ve already been bad.” the man’s voice cuts, before going back to marking up that perfect, pale skin.
Shit. A true gem is right here, in his hands, and he’s never, ever letting him get away again. The noises, the way he trembles, it’s more than intoxicating. It’s as if he’s being raptured again and again! He hasn’t even gotten to the good stuff! And if Satoru keeps trying to get him to stop, well, there’s a work bench ready to have someone tied to it.
Satoru had to bite into his knuckles to keep from crying out, his body being sent into shock as he felt that warm, velvet soft tongue come to swipe up and around his cute little nub. It was enough to make his stance wobble as Toji seemingly went into his own little world, sucking and licking like a happy mutt who had a death grip on his plush, and very bruise-able thighs.
“Hiding this from me-” He bites out in a growl, forcing the smaller man closer. “Should tie you down, milk you dry until you’re crying. Can’t believe you tried to starve me of something so sweet.”
Toji was absolutely in his most feral state. Picturing all the ways he could make Satoru his sweet little pleasure torture slave. Toys, cuffs, machines, electro toys, gags, fuck even tying him from the ceiling. His pretty kitten, pretty doll. He wants to make him cry in all the best ways. He loves to use pleasure until his lovers feel shattered. Worship every inch until they sob and beg for reprieve.
But they never get it. It’s the most holy feeling any human can get, why shouldn’t he indulge his partners?
To think he was scared and ashamed of something so immaculate, he should go and kill those bastards (again) and make them choke on their blood (again). Toji would murder those shitty people a thousand times over for ever getting in his baby boy’s head and telling him that he wasn’t an absolute gift from god and the universe as a whole. This was why Toji was here; this was his purpose. He had to make sure that this sweet angel could thrive and know just how beautiful he really was.
The dark haired man groaned as he let his mouth trail down, the entirety of Satoru’s cocklet against the flat of his tongue. He was aching to reach between his own legs and stroke his length but that’s not what this was about. His sweet lamb needed to know that he was perfect, no matter what was nestled under those frilly little skirts. Toji’s eyes were rolled into the back of his head as he swallowed the dribble of precum seeping from Satoru’s tip. He truly had earned this.
“Ngh, w-wait! I-I-That’s-” Satoru whined, his body feeling like he could collapse at any moment, but Toji only pressed his face closer, sucking and wetly kissing the tiny nub like he was fighting for his life to taste what Satoru had to offer.
“Thinking you could fucking survive without me, tiny little clit like this?” Toji mocks, no real heat to his words as he just wants some payback for his injured hand. “You act like such a cocky asshole for someone with a dick like this. So small, sensitive. Look at how you quiver from just a little head! My god baby, you really are lucky I got you before some other creep did.”
Satoru begins to let tears shed as he grips at Toji's hair, his breath rapid as he feels Toji's words sting into him like a blade. He’s so confused, does Toji like him like this? Is this just fuel to mock him for? Fuck he can’t think with how his brain is being sucked out of him!
“Strutting around with an ass that cute and hips this small. Fuck, baby, you were made to hang off my cock and let me take care of you. With this worthless cock? You’re better off with me in charge so people can actually depend on someone. Have a partner who can actually make them cum.”
Toji peers up, seeing those deep blue eyes welling with tears as his two fingers play with and stroke his tiny cocklet. Aww. Did Daddy go too far? Did Daddy stab him where it hurts? Where he’d really really feel it?
Good. He isn’t proud but it’ll hammer home the idea that Satoru is made to be his. His sweet doll, his little lover, the one who should only ever be taken care of. He needs to kill these ideas that Satoru can ever be normal, ever try to leave, even if that means Daddy is being a bit cruel. Part revenge, part necessary evil.
Oh he’ll make it up to him. He’ll eat his pretty hole and milk the brat dry. Have him begging Toji to stop because it feels too good. Truly breaking his mind and letting him go into that very needed subspace.
He pauses his assault, watching how Satoru struggles to catch his breath, and he knows he’s gotten in deep. Poor things voice wobbles as he speaks, able to sit on the bed he left down here as he shakes and feels his mind going a bit blank.
“I-is it really ugly? D-do you hate me?” Satoru sniffles, and fuck, Toji feels like such a fuck up. But again- It’s needed. It's why he’s here, to guide his lover down the right path. “No baby. Nothing about you is ugly. What’s ugly is when you think you can take care of yourself, and you can’t even get girls off, or get your boyfriends to call you for more than a blow job. It’s because you weren’t made for that. You’re made to be Daddy’s little doll.”
He doesn’t give Satoru a chance to retort, sliding between his legs again as he sucks on that sensitive little cock once more, his fingers using the dripping spit from earlier to lubricate their way into his cute, furled entrance. Satoru jerks and whines, but Toji holds him still with ease, slipping his first finger inside as Satoru pants and clamps his thighs shut around his head.
Just like that. Toji knows he’s close, he just needs to get his baby to that peak. He curls his finger, trying to ease the second one inside, his mouth sucking and kissing the precum drooling nub while Satoru cries out in garbled nonsense and clings to Toji’s hair.
Fuck- why did he want this? Why did he want Toji to break him and take care of him?! He was right after all, he couldn’t keep anyone after they knew, and he felt so out of place! And here, he’s been treated so sweetly in comparison to the world that used to kick him around. And that tongue! That mouth! He couldn’t think at all, let alone with how Toji knew how to handle and break him!
He cries out when the second finger slips in, curling expertly, like Toji was truly going for the kill here. His mouth had pulled away, just to whisper more filth in Satoru’s ear as he fell apart.
“Cum. Cum while Daddy fingers your pussy. You love when he stuffs your cunt don’t you baby? Made to take my cock and let this little thing here be for decoration.”
It was so guttural, so feral and heady while his hand worked itself into cramping, like Toji would die if Satoru didn’t finish right here and now. Satoru could only cry as he rode down on Toji’s fingers, babbling nonsense as he felt that coil in his core tighten up, constricting and overpowering until he felt the man kiss at his cock once more, and that coil finally snapped.
He could only moan, open mouthed and stuttering, gasping for air and clinging onto Toji for purchase and grounding as he felt like he was ten seconds away from dying. It was too much, but so good. White hot and exploding like fireworks as Toji’s praise and degradation made him shiver in pleasure all the more.
How in the hell is this psycho able to break him apart like this?!
Toji just wore a proud smirk as he licked up his baby’s mess. Even His load was small and pathetic, but it only turned Toji on all the more. To milk him dry, have him a pitiful puddle with ease, to shower him in pleasure until he just couldn’t take it anymore- what else could a man ask for?
He comes to stand up, curling up with Satoru as he lays them on their side, chest to back. Poor thing must have never felt something that strong, even with his own hands.
Good. More ways to break him. To mold him into the sweet baby boy Toji knows he’s supposed to be. To be carried everywhere, locked away for safety when Toji has to leave, to be given sweet kisses, to be praised and adored- It’s all he truly wants for the little lamb.
“Easy baby. Catch your breath. Daddy’s here…We’ll keep playing until you see what I mean. Think a few more rounds and you’ll get the idea that you belong here, and that there’s nothing daddy wouldn’t like about you and your body.”