"Scott, you know you don't want to do this," Warren said quietly as the younger teen slipped to his knees.
"You're right, but you won fair and square. I shouldn't have taken the bet," Scott replied in the same cold tone he always used. Warren couldn't see his eyes behind the ruby quartz, but he was willing to bet that they were as cold as his voice. He shivered. He didn't like the sociopath that Charles had brought home, but he wasn't a fool. Scott was submitting to him only for one night, he'd better get all that he could. It would never happen again.
"Fine, come downstairs." Scott followed Warren down the stairs and into a small store-room. It was filled with the detris of the years, from trunks to chairs, to tools. Warren faced a chair towards the corner. "Sit here. Don't move until I tell you. You may not look behind you or to the sides. Your hands should be in your lap." Warren felt the cadence coming back to him. This was something he'd figured out he loved almost as soon as he'd discovered sex. It didn't matter if his partner was male or female. It didn't matter at all. Scott complied, face blank. His back was ramrod straight and his head tilted proudly up. He'd comply, Warren assessed, but he needed to be trained still.
Warren looked around the room. He smirked. There was no natural light here. The only light came from the over-head flourescents. There were no shadows to hide in, but there were sturdy metal shelves and old fashioned tables set up here and there. There were tools along one wall. Warren shut the door behind himself as he went to raid his own bedroom for the small box where he kept his toys. Well, truth be told it was a rather large box, but he was only going to use a small assortment tonight. He moved through the echoingly empty house. Charles was in DC with Hank to present a paper, leaving Warren and Scott alone in the house. They'd been playing pool and Scott had lost, much to Warren's shock. The playboy smirked. "Computer, alert me if anyone comes onto the grounds."
Scott hadn't moved from his place. He didn't move even as Warren came up behind him. "Open your mouth." Scott complied. The ring forced his mouth wider as it settled behind his teeth and buckled on. Warren just didn't trust Scott not to bite him. He stroked the stretched jaw soothingly, knowing the teen wasn't used to the gag. Since Scott seemed to be proud, he buckled on a posture collar that forced his head up. The thin fingers twitched in Scott's lap. Scott was thin as a rail, but just hinting at a stop of his upward momentum. He was Warren's height, but he'd spend most of this night on his knees. A thin trail of saliva trickled from the forced open mouth. Warren handed him a small ball. "If you freak out, drop this." Scott fisted his fingers around it. "Stand up." Warren stripped him effeciently. "Sit the way you were."
He left Scott in the corner, beginning to feel his cock stir as he plotted. He moved one of the tables out of the way and attacked several straps to the shelving. "Come here." Scott complied. He moved carefully, unable to look down. "On your knees, back to the shelf." Warren tied Scott's wrists to the metal shelves. He kicked Scott's knees apart, letting his cock hang free. He fastened a cock ring to the base of Scott's cock. Scott pulled at the straps at his wrists, but they held him firmly in place.
Warren smirked down at his slave. The open mouth and upraised chin made a perfect target for his cock. The exposed cock and balls, on the other hand, would make a good target for torture. He bound Scott's ankles to the shelves. "I'm going to take your shades. Close your eyes." Scott whined a bit. "If they're closed, snap your fingers." Scott snapped his fingers a moment later. Warren removed the heavy shades and set them aside carefully. He used a layer of paper-tape, covered by gauze pads and duct tape to blindfold Scott safely before slipping on the leather blindfold he preferred. He's judged it properly and none of the under-layers showed around the leather panel's edges. Warren stepped back to admire his work. He perched on a table to watch as Scott adjusted to, then tested his bonds.
****
Scott's jaw ached. He couldn't close his mouth, he also couldn't open it any wider. The ring just barely fit his mouth. The strap of it cut into his lips, causing a subtle, pinching pain.The collar forced his head up and he was feeling the strain in his back as he bent to accomidate the stretching. The blindfold was claustriphobically firm.He could feel the pressure from the outer bindings fighting the pressure under his lids. He didn't mind being blind, but the pressure, God, it was going to drive him crazy. His knees were begging for him to move, but he didn't know if Warren would punish him if he shifted. He tugged at the bindings on his wrists, judging Warren's reactions by the sound of his breath. Scott's cock was starting to stiffen due to the constriction of the ring around it and he wanted to curse it.
"You can try to get free, if you want, but my knots are too good for that, boy."
Scott took that to mean that he could shift. He shifted, but he couldn't sit back or close his legs. He was forced into the uncomfortable kneel by his wrists and ankles. He pulled hard on one of the straps. It held far too firmly for him to escape. What the fuck was he thinking when he accepted Warren's bet? A little voice sneered at him, 'that you wanted to be at his mercy. That you were desperate for sex, you slut. And there's no one who gives a fuck about you here. Maybe if you beg like a slut, he'll let you come. Freak.' The voice sounded suspiciously like one of Jack's friends. The one that taught him to like it rough because that's the only way he'd ever get it. Warren was silent except for his breathing. He could hear the increase in speed that made him believe that the man was getting off on watching him. He shuddered. He'd never guessed Warren really was a sadist. What have you gotten yourself into, Scotty?
****
Warren watched the flex of muscle and the light sheen of sweat as Scott started struggling in earnest. The boy was lovely to watch. He laughed. Scott sagged back in his bonds, held to his proud posture, helpless to refuse Warren's attention. Warren stroked the boy's cock with the edge of his wing, not bothering to get up. The boy shivered and his cock jumped. "Much better," Warren murmured. "Pride is a sin, you know. You'll have to be punished for it."
Scott trembled at the word "punishment." Warren stalked towards his prey. He fucked the boy's mouth, pulling out only to shoot his load into the boy's hair and face. "That's better, whore." Warren left him there to sort through his toys. He found the penis gag and strapped it on, filling the slut's mouth with a fake cock that stopped just short of setting off his gag reflex.
****
Scott felt tears leaking from his eyes. They were absorbed by the gauze pads. Warren was right, he was a slut. Oh, God, he wanted to be fucked or stroked or sucked. He hated the rubber penis that invaded his mouth. It felt almost real, but tasted wrong. It was bitter. He would have sucked on it to relieve his own boredom, but his mouth was firmly opened, denying him even that dubious pleasure. His mouth was sealed by leather that was slowly numbing his lips. He shifted on his aching knees, but there was no relief for that. Warren was moving away again. Scott was beginning to dread that. It meant some new torment.
****
Warren glanced at the hand holding the ball. It was still held firmly. If he felt like being a bastard, he could tape it on, but that was a line he could not cross without serious consequences. He pondered, then picked up the handcuffs. He checked the keys, then unlocked them. He locked the cuff around his own wrist, then attached the other to Scott's. "I'm going to release your arms and legs, but you may not move except to follow my directions." Scott knelt at Warren's side, one arm raised to relieve the pressure on the cuff. "I'm taking you to the bathroom. This will be your last chance to use it tonight. You may walk. Stand up."
Scott sat on the toilet. Warren locked the boy's wrist to the towel rack. "You have ten minutes." He shut the door behind him.
****
Scott didn't question Warren's seriousness. He forced himself to use the toilet and sat there waiting his master's return. He felt the stickiness in his hair and on his face. He explored the strict leather that bound him with light fingers. There was a ring on the front of the collar and he wondered how long it would be before he was on a leash. There were spots for locks on all of the pieces, but luckily no locks. "Done? Good." Warren checked to make sure he was clean and then released him from the towel rack. He cuffed him behind his back and attached the expected leash to his collar.
****
Warren paraded the slut through the halls and pack to the storage room that had become his impromptu dungeon. He fastened the leash to the shelving and went back to his toy-box. He selected a soft, supple leather strap. He put five stripes of red across the boy's ass, just because he thought they'd look good. The boy tried to intercept the blows, but the cuffs held him too firmly. "I'm not done, but I want better access." Warren cuffed the boy's hands in front of him, through the side post of the shelf and shortened the length of his leash. He added more stripes to the white skin.
****
Hot pain flashed across Scott's ass and he cried out into his gag. That was going to hurt for days. God, his cock was heavy and hard. He needed to come. He'd do anything if his master would allow him that. The solid gag didn't give him the option of begging or he would be. Warm fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked it. He arched into the touch and felt the laughter against his throat. "I'm going to fuck you, slut. I'm going to shove my cock so far up into you that you'll never forget it. And when I'm through, I'm going to lock you to your chair and leave you for the night." Scott shivered. At this point, he didn't know if that was a real threat or not. He'd dealt with men who meant things like that before. Could Warren be one of them?
****
Warren grinned at the shivers. That meant the boy was properly afraid of him. Good. He wouldn't leave him all night. No, he'd take him upstairs and lock him to the foot of the bed. Or maybe he'd take the chair upstairs and lock him to it in the bedroom. That had distinct possibilities. He stroked and toyed with the boy's cock, not allowing him to orgasm. No, that would be his reward in the morning when he was set free. He'd be able to bring himself off. Warren smirked. Maybe he'd watch. Just one, final humiliation to make Charles' favorite psycho his own personal slut.
Warren lubed the younger man's ass, enjoying the twitching and twisting motions that tried to escape his fingers. There was nowhere for the boy to go though, so in the end he had to submit. He bagged his own cock carefully. There was no telling what a street-slut had. Then, he eased up and into the hot, tight channel. He thrust in and out, not caring about the boy's reactions. It felt so good to fuck someone, anyone again. Warren had been the biggest stud in his boarding school. Coming to Xavier's had been Hell and Heaven at the same time. If he could tame this little psycho, though, it would be fine. He was a good ride. Warren froze, coming hard.
****
Scott moaned into his gag. Warren was gentler than most of the bastard's he'd been with. And this part, this was as normal as it got. He'd be free soon and able to do something about his own cock. Random thrusts hit his prostate and he groaned in sheer pleasure. He wanted to come so badly he could cry. He moved to meet each thrust. Warren's hands settled on his wrists before pushing him forward and stealing any motion he'd had left. Then, his master thrust deep and froze for a long moment. He slipped free with an affectionate pat on the ass.
****
Warren disposed of the condom and washed his hands. He smiled at himself in the mirror. Damn good bet to win, he thought. He packed up his toys. Then, he cuffed Scott to his wrist and looped the leash through his belt loop. He handed the boy the box. "If you drop this, you'll get a lashing that you'll never forget." He picked up the straight-backed chair and took the boy up to the bedroom. He cuffed him to the back of the chair. He removed the penis gag gently, leaveing the ring in place. He removed the sturdy collar. Scott moaned in relief. "I'm leaving you blindfolded, slut. Sleep well."
****
Scott shook his head in denial. The bastard was going to leave him hard and bound? Payback would be a serious bitch for that. He heard noise from the bathroom, then the sheets pulling back. Fury warred with resignation. He'd taken the bet. He'd agreed to the terms. He was Warren's until morning. He slumped. Pathetic slut that he was, he was enjoying this on some level. Tomorrow, when his ass burned from being fucked and whipped, he'd remember steel on his wrists and rubber in his mouth every time he sat down. Every little touch Warren gave him would leave him hard. He knew himself too well to think otherwise. Still, damn the man for leaving him horney.
****
Warren listened. Scott wasn't making any noise - probably afraid he'd be beaten for it. He still had the ball wrapped in his fingers, it hadn't hit the floor. Warren grinned to himself. The slut would be his, no question.
****
Morning meant nothing to Scott, trapped in the darkness of a blindfold and the harshness of pain, horniness and bonds that hadn't let him achieve anything more than a few moments of fitful sleep. A touch on his cheek startled him. He jerked into the chair. "I'm going to take out your gag, then I'm going to jerk you off. Come when you need to, slut. Or rather, come when I take off the ring and let you."
Scott worked his sore jaw. There were cramps all over his body, but the worst was in his jaw. Then, there was a mouth sealing over his and stealing his breath while firm fingers stroked his still trapped and hard cock. He was sobbing in frustration a few minutes later and fighting the handcuffs and the wood of the chair.
****
"Say 'please, master'," Warren instructed.
"Please, master, please let me come."
Warren smirked down at his slut. He released the ring and watched as semen spurted free. It was probably just relief, not pleasure at this point, but Warren didn't care. Scott slumped in the chair, obviously exhausted. Warren freed his wrists and carefully removed the blindfold. He settled the ruby-quartz glasses on the proud nose, obscuring the gorgeous cheekbones once more.
****
Scott opened his eyes. His hands were shaking. He didn't think he could stand on his own. Warren took the ball from his fingers and put it into the nightstand drawer. Warren stroked Scott's aching jaw. "Bath?" he suggested. Scott nodded, not trusting his voice. He helped the younger man up and to the bathroom. He drew a bath and helped Scott into it. "Do you want me to leave?"
"Why? There's nothing you haven't seen." Scott's voice was cold, but shaky. Warren's fingers were gentle as they stroked through his hair.
"So you're not too pissed?"
Scott stared at him. "Pissed? No, not really. Tired, cranky and sore, yes. Maybe when I have more energy I'll be pissed. But probably not. My own choice."
"I probably should have been more careful," Warren said ruefully. "I could have hurt you badly last night."
"I was more worried that I'd drop the damned ball when I didn't mean to," Scott said, a small smile gracing his lips. He relaxed into the warmth of the bath. Warren sat on the edge of it, wings neatly folded behind him.
"Did you get close to dropping it at all?"
"No, no reason to. Though sitting won't be fun for a few days. What the hell did you use on me?"
"A belt."
Scott filed that away.
"So, what are you doing tonight?"
"You're buying me dinner."
"I am?"
"Or cooking it."
"Pizza or Chinese?"
"Chinese." Scott's eyes slipped closed. "Warren?" he asked softly.
"Yes?"
"Can I touch your wings?"
"Anytime you like. Well, unless I've got you cuffed again."
"Do you think that's likely?"
"Depends on you."
"We'll talk over dinner. Shit, Xavier isn't home until next week right?"
"Right."
"Good." He elaborated at Warren's questioning look. "I figure by then we'll be able to hash out where we're headed. We'll either be dating or hating." Scott shrugged.
Warren laughed. "And to think, Hank said you have no sense of humor."
"I don't," Scott replied. The coldness of the tone was softening. "I can't fuck up here, Wings. They'll put me in prison and somehow, I can't see making it too well there."
"Juvie?"
"No, Federal. I broke into a federal building and I killed a man. I fucking confessed to both of them. They'll send me up for the full term. That was the deal. If Xavier wouldn't take me, the Feds would. Who knows, maybe they want me to be a terrorist too."
"Shit, Slim, I didn't know."
"No one's supposed to. Except every time that bald-headed son-of-a-bitch looks at me with that disapproving frown, I get this cold pain through my chest."
"He won't send you away, Scott," Warren said quietly. "Hank and I wouldn't let him."
Scott laughed. "He'd make you forget I exist."
"He's not that kind of a man, Scott. I swear. Besides, I don't think I could ever forget you."
"Right. Did my clothes make it up or just my shades?"
"Just your shades. If you'll be less self-conscious, I could always collar you again," Warren offered with a smirk.
"Maybe later."
Warren laughed.
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