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Franco had been growing tired of his normal routine with Coyle. Every time they were intimate it was the same thing, and he was sick of being the one getting fucked. It wasn’t fair; just because he couldn’t perform, didn’t mean Leland shouldn’t have to be the one receiving every now and then. More than anything, he just wanted the spectacle of watching that stupid pig have to properly submit.
He knew Coyle had more than his fair share of submissive qualities, he just went to great lengths to hide that about himself. He was always so eager to take orders, to be obedient, and he had no doubt about those traits extending to sex.
He’d mulled it over for some time, trying to come up with any sort of solution. He’d spent a lot more time Downtown, rummaging around for a sex toy he could really perform with; then, he finally found it. He’d stashed it in the motel until the Trial was over, waiting for his chance to finally get Leland alone.
The hairs on the back of Leland’s neck were standing on end; Franco had been acting odd for the entire Trial. He didn’t know what that runt was planning, but he had a sinking feeling in his gut. He’d been bossier today than usual, taking any chance he could to bark pointless orders and tasks at Leland just to see if he’d do it; something was going on.
The sirens sounded throughout the Trial, signifying that it was finally over; all the reagents were dead. “You did real good, sugar,” Franco cooed. “Fuckin’ course I did,” he snapped. “Don’t yell at me, I was tryna give you a compliment,” he frowned. “I was gonna offer you a treat for such a job well done. You sure took orders real well for baby,” he snickered. “I didn’t take no damn orders,” he crossed his arms. “Oh, yeah you did,” he simpered.
“Just admit it, so I can take you to the motel and show you what I brought,” his smile made Leland uneasy, but his pulse pounded with excitement. “Maybe I took a few orders,” he mumbled; the mobster smiled. “Good boy, now c’mon,” he crooked his finger, and Leland eagerly followed behind him; he was becoming so well trained.
They traversed up the creaky stairs, and made their way into one of the empty rooms. Coyle locked the door out of habit, and Franco flung open the armoire. “Turn around, Officer,” Franco called. Leland turned to face him, and froze; his face flushed. Franco dangled a strap-on between his fingers, attached to a large, purple, silicone dildo; based on the build, it was clearly designed to be worn around his thigh.
Leland quickly moved a hand to his groin, attempting to shield his painfully obvious erection. “That’s one hell of a reaction,” Franco chuckled. “I- I ain’t doin’ this,” he shook his head. “You sure? It really looks like you wanna,” he shook the strap-on, as though he were dangling a toy before a pet. “I ain’t the one who takes it up the ass in this relationship, honey,” he deflected.
He wanted to say yes, God knows he really did, but he wanted to hang on to that last shred of pride he’d been fighting so hard to keep a hold of. He didn’t want to show just how badly he was trembling with the urge to submit, especially not to a brat like Franco. He was going to hold strong to his shaky sense of superiority; or, at least, he was going to try really hard to.
“Quit actin’ all tough, sweetness,” Franco stepped closer, and stared up at him. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with wantin’ to be a submissive, li’l whore,” he grinned. “Just start takin’ your damn clothes off, before I start tearin’ ‘em.” Leland practically felt his knees buckle the second the mobster took on a tone with even a bit of authority.
The cop’s hand slowly trailed up from his crotch to his belt, and began unlatching it. “Now, was that so hard?” Franco took a step back to give the other man space to undress. “Where the hell’d you even find that thing?” Leland asked as he kicked his boots off. “That ain’t for you to worry ‘bout, pretty boy.”
“I’ve told you not to call me that,” his ears burned. “You did, but I didn’t listen,” he shrugged.
Leland tugged his trousers down, and grimaced at the stain of precum already on his underwear; he yanked his underwear down, and kicked the garment away. He finally glanced back over at Franco, and he’d already strapped the toy into place on his thigh; his cock twitched. “Admit it, you want this,” Franco walked past him and sat on the edge of the bed; his legs opened wide. “I’m just humorin’ you, sweetheart,” Leland stood in front of him. “Aw, that’s too bad,” the mafioso remarked. “Cause you ain’t gettin’ it ‘til you show baby some honesty.”
Leland didn’t even take a moment to pretend to weigh his options; he was so aroused that he was aching. “God fuckin’ damnit,” he growled. “Fine, I want it,” he sighed. “Happy?”
“Gettin’ there, but you can do better,” he teased. “Lemme hear you beg.”
“You were the one wantin’ to do this, why the hell am I beggin’?” Leland snarled. “Cause you’re cute when you’re pathetic,” his fingers grazed along the length of the dildo. “Just fuckin’ lemme, please,” he whined. “There we go, now get up here,” he leaned back, his hands braced behind him.