Trigger Warning: Contain Mature Content
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Vegas pulls away, replaces his lips with a ball gag, and covers his eyes with a blindfold.
Perfect!
Vegas stares and admires his work of art, Pete is like the most ethereal art that only he has the right to... ruin.
"Now, let us begin," Vegas said with a wild grin
Vegas' rough hand caresses Pete's butt cheek teasingly making Pete squirm beneath that touch.
"If you can answer my question, I will stop with just a hit" Vegas state
He leans toward Pete and whispers beside his ear "But if you can't I will keep spanking you"
"Why did you run away hmm?" Vegas cold tone sends a shiver down Pete
He then lands a harsh slap making Pete yelp from the burning sensation
"I ask you something, angel," Vegas said with a grin, he knew Pete couldn't answer because he made sure he can't
The next slap lands at the same place, doubling the pain, Pete yelps as he tries to struggle out of those cuffs, he tries to mumble out a word but to no avail
"Apart from running away," Vegas begins slowly "You even have another man as your company"
"How can you explain that, hmm?" Vegas
He land a slap on every question he ask, by now the latter who got punished is a crying mess, a red hand print visible on the butt, tears wet the blindfold, and saliva dripping from the gags.
Vegas stares, a burning fire in his eyes almost burns Pete whole. His cock tighten begging for release.
He lands once harsh slap before knitting on Pete's butt, the pain is almost unbearable as Pete whimper.
Vegas takes the blindfold and the gag off, he throws them to the side. Pete is exhausted from being spanked, he lies flat on the bed trying to catch breathes but then a familiar hand pulls his hip up and something hard enters his tight hole
"AHH!" Pete screams at the top of his lung
Vegas thrusts in one go until he buries deep inside Pete, he stays there for a while before he starts to move at a slow pace.
He looks down toward Pete, "Damn angel, you look so sinful right now"
"F-fuck y-you asshole" Pete send him a death glare as he spit out a curse
Vegas grins as he thrusts hard inside him, every thrust is deep and slow to make sure that Pete can feel every inch of him.
"Mmmn, ahh" Pete moans lewdly which is like a piece of erotic music to Vegas' ears
Vegas yanks Pete's hair as he kisses him roughly, his pace fastens, and his hand roams Pete's body as he plays with his nipple.
Pulling away from the kiss, his teeth sink deep at the nape of Pete's neck leaving a red bite mark there possessively
"Ah- ahh nghh!" Pete whimper at the sudden pain
Vegas releases his hold making Pete fall back, Pete tries to get away but the tyrant grip around his hip makes him stay.
Pete grabs hold of the cuffs like his life depends on it while Vegas one hand hold the back of his neck as his other hand wrap around Pete's waist, he leans down to leave Pete's delicate back with his marks.
Vegas fasten to an animalistic pace as Pete's body shook along the force, his jaw drop open, and not long after they both cum at the same time. Vegas keeps his member inside Pete for him to take every drop.
He pulls out, takes the cuffs off, he then turns Pete to face him. Vegas kiss the tears that flow from Pete's eyes as he inserts his cock in him again.
Pete has no energy to resist, he lets Vegas do whatever he wants as for him, he only can moan beneath the tyrant's buff chest
"S-stop," Pete only manages to beg in between his moan "A-at this rate, y-you will k-ill me"
"You want me to stop?" Vegas asks with a quirks brow
Pete nods his head and his doe eyes beg "Y-yes, I-I won't r-run anymore"
"But your body said otherwise" Vegas
His eyes fill with lust while looking at Pete's body and where their body connected, instead of stopping he fasten his pace
"Hngg, ahhh," Pete was only able to moan, his has no energy left to even form a word
"V-vegas, s-slow-er" Pete
"Louder angel" Vegas "Scream my name"
Vegas thrust harder as he hit Pete's sensitive part making Pete jolt in response
"A-ahh! V-vegas" Pete
Vegas grabs Pete's leg and wears it on his shoulder, he closes his eyes, biting his lips feeling every pleasure he receives from the younger figure and finally, he reaches his climax for the second time.
The intense activity continues until Pete surrenders and faints neatly. Wet cum is everywhere staining the once-clean sheet and that doesn't make the tyrant stop, he continues until he satisfies.
Once he is, he pulls out, kissing the sleeping male before carrying him to the bathroom. Vegas cleans Pete along with him as Pete sleeps peacefully without knowing anything. From time to time Vegas takes the opportunity to touch Pete's body with unholy thought.
It is almost dawn by now, and the maids change the sheet to a new one, Vegas carries Pete out and places him gently on the bed.
Like a routine, he kisses his lips and his forehead, he then tucks in and falls asleep hugging Pete.
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Pete sleeps for a whole day, he only wakes up when the sky already turns dark, it is 7 in the evening. His whole body is sore, especially his lower parts and his leg.
'Eh! What is this?' Pete thought as he looked at his legs, his eyes widened in an instant
The thing around his ankle is the cuff? Unlike a normal cuff, this one has fur around it to prevent it from scratching
Pete eyes the gleaming gold cuff, the length is... hilarious. Too long, he can't seem to find where the chain lasts.
While he is in a daze, the double door creaks open and a familiar person enters, his hand holding a tray that is none other than Vegas
"You're awake" Vegas exclaim
Pete's anger is directed toward Vegas from yesterday and right now he still acts as if nothing has happened!
Pete tries to get up and stand on the soft bed, he points toward Vegas as he yells "What the fuck is this?"
Vegas shrugs his shoulder "As you can see"
"Take it off!" Pete
Vegas places the tray on the nearby desk, he languidly stalks toward Pete.
"S-stop right there" Pete, stutter as Vegas keep coming
Once he arrives he pulls Pete down and holds him still "It is your punishment"
"W-what?" Pete
"For running away with another bastard" Vegas adds, his tone stone-cold as his eyes darken
"Y-you!" Pete "Who ran away? I only go for vacation!"
"You still won't admit it?" Vegas
"..." Pete
His stubbornness will get him in trouble, he knows that but he just can't drop his pride in front of Vegas
Vegas chuckles, "I see"
He takes the tray and sits on the bed, pulling Pete onto his lap as Pete yelp at the pain in his butt
"Ouch! It hurt" Pete mumbles
"It is. This is supposed to be your punishment, remember?" Vegas
"Fuck off!" Pete curses
"I see you already have the strength to be angry" Vegas stare straight into Pete's eyes with a sly smirk he continued "Should I fuck you again so that you won't be able to walk for weeks?"
"..." Pete stays silent at the threat, he is super sure that Vegas will do it
Vegas smiles victoriously, "Now eat like a good boy"
He feeds him, and Pete obediently eats as he is starving at least he needs energy to argue with Vegas.
The night when like always, Vegas takes care of Pete thoroughly, he feeds him, bathes him, and tucks him to sleep.
Pete was still tired from last night's session and soon he fall back asleep in the tyrant's warm embrace. Vegas stares at the sleeping angel, he never wants to chain Pete but this is his lesson, to make sure that Pete will never even think of running away AGAIN
It was his mistake this time that he let him go but he sure as hell this will be the last time.
"I'm sorry angel, but I really can't let go of you" Vegas
He hugs him tightly as he cherishes all the warmth he receives.
TO BE CONTINUED...