It had been almost a week since the 'animus incident' as Desmond liked to call it. He'd avoided his captor as best he could, but he'd been unable to ignore the quiet groans he heard from Lucy every so often through the vent in his bathroom. Each time the quiet choked noises filtered through he couldn't help but moan, unable to keep from imagining her supple body beneath him again, writhing under his thrusts.
Unfortunately, he couldn't get Vidic out of his head either.
While he'd not originally considered the older man attractive, the dominance in his voice, his actions; they had turned Desmond on to the point where he had been able to do nothing but obey. Watching as he fucked Lucy, then taking her himself – and letting himself be taken…thinking of it made his cock twitch to life and grow hard, and he would have to excuse himself into the bathroom to take care of his need. Knowing Vidic though, the stupid bastard likely had security cameras all over his bathroom. Sick fuck.
He had foolishly thought that after many days of 'regular' animus sessions, he might be left alone. He had really hoped for some semblance of peace.
…..
A quiet groan escaped him as he lifted his head, feeling groggy, his mouth dry. He couldn't see, as he was in a dark room, the lights off. He had been hit with something – he didn't know what – after coming out of his recent animus session, something that made his head throb and his vision go hazy before he fell unconscious atop the machine. He was tied to a chair, arms behind his back, his pants down around his ankles. It took him a few moments to realize that the chair was missing a bottom – or at least… part of one. He felt full. His face turned a deep shade of crimson when he realized why.
"O-Oh…fuck…" Desmond choked, squirming in his seat. A smooth phallic dildo was deeply inside of him, attached to some kind of … machine, underneath him. For now it was still, but as he writhed in the chair, he gasped – the tip brushing his prostate. He forced himself still again, chest heaving, his cock twitching to life. He dimly noted that a ring had been placed around the base of it, preventing any hope of release. Well that was fucking great.
"G-God damnit, Vidic!" he howled, eyes flicking around the dark room as he tried to free his hands. "This isn't funny!"
Rather than answering him, the lights flicked on, revealing he was in what seemed to be a conference room of sorts. He blinked owlishly to adjust to the light, realizing that his chair was strapped in front of what seemed to be a one-way mirror. He could see an empty room on the other side – it looked like an office. Frowning, he squirmed in his seat, wondering what the hell Vidic was up to.
He'd find out soon enough. The elder male walked in from the left side of the room, Lucy in tow, looking very nervous. Vidic smirked softly and sat himself in a chair up against the 'mirror'. He motioned to Lucy, looking expectant.
"Well, Ms. Stillman?" Warren rumbled, his voice taking on that same tone that made Desmond's cock twitch. It seemed to affect Lucy as well, because the blond woman shuddered slightly, squirming a little. She was silent until his command came again. "I'm waiting."
Swallowing softly, she unbuttoned her shirt, her face slowly growing redder as her flesh was bared to him. Unlike the first time they'd lain together, her undergarments had grown far flashier since the last time Desmond had seen her undress. Whether it was because Vidic ordered her to wear them, or if she had done it on her own, he didn't know. Both options were viable, considering the way she trembled as she shrugged off her plain white shirt.
Desmond swallowed the lump forming in his throat, his breath hitching slightly. Vidic – that sick bastard – was enjoying every minute of this - of making him watch with his ass plugged full of the stupid toy, cock restrained by the device wrapped around it's base. Fucking hell.
His thoughts were dragged away from his own discomfort when Lucy slid her skirt off, halting as Vidic raised his hand.
"That's enough, Ms. Stillman. Now… touch yourself. I want you to go slowly…" Vidic murmured, touching something – a remote? - that he'd pulled out of his pocket. Curious, Desmond leaned forwards just slightly in his seat, frowning. The machine beneath him lurched to life, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of him, making him choke and gasp in surprise.
"O-Oh fuck-" Desmond moaned out weakly, tipping his head back and closing his eyes tightly. His attention was drawn back to Lucy when she let out a soft moan, and his head snapped back, eyes widening at the sight in front of him.
She had slowly begun to massage her own chest, leaning back slightly against a chair for support. Her nipples were visibly hard under the thin, lacy thing that she was wearing – and every time her fingers ghosted over the perked nubs, she would shudder. Desmond felt a throb of want go strait to his cock and he groaned a little. He feared he might go into sensory overload, with the damn toy slowly moving inside of him, and Lucy tempting him with her soft body… and Vidic fucking knew how much of a torment it was.
Warren glanced lightly back at the 'mirror' and smirked slightly, then slipped the remote back in his pocket, pulling out a separate one. He pressed a button on it and Lucy convulsed – her trembles growing stronger. "I think you could remove your skirt as well, Ms. Stillman." He said simply, his finger hovering over the same button he'd just pressed. Lucy's eyes were trained on the remote as she shuddered some, slowly pushing her skirt off her hips. The panties she wore were just as lewd as the skimpy thing covering her chest – though a tiny bulge could be seen near the front where a tiny, bullet-shaped vibrator had been slid between the slick folds of her sex, pressed just under her clit. Vidic's smile widened slightly. "That's good…now…continue. Don't touch below your waist just yet."
Breath hitching, Lucy nodded numbly in response. She lightly slipped her hands under the fabric of her bra, gently tugging and pinching at her nipples. One hand then lightly slid down her belly, caressing the skin there, hovering wantonly just above the hem of her underwear. She let out a low whine as the vibration increased suddenly, her hands stopping for a moment, before it eased, leaving her achy and trembling once more. "W-Warren-"
"I warned you not to touch yourself, Ms. Stillman." He murmured, his thumb lightly tapping over the button, but not pressing. "If you want more…take off everything – slowly, and come towards me." He ordered softly, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. He was pleased when she obeyed, slowly undoing her bra, letting it fall down to the floor, revealing her pale chest.
Desmond was panting a little now, his cock painfully hard and flushed red with blood. Watching Lucy squirm and whimper the way she did as she removed her remaining clothes was torture in the worst possible way. And to make matters worse, he swore he could feel the toy thrusting faster inside him. As if to confirm his fears, he saw Vidic's hand reach into his pocket, and he stiffened. "N-No…oh, god…oh f-fuck…" he whimpered, the sound morphing into a moan of frustration as the thrusts of the toy became faster – more rhythmic.
Lucy had slid her panties off as well, the toy grasped between her fingers, still buzzing quietly. Vidic turned it off after a moment and motioned for Lucy to come towards him, his fingers lightly running over her thighs, pressing between her legs and feeling the warm heat there. It was then that Desmond spotted a flash of silver hiding between her legs – and he flushed, realizing exactly what it was.
"A-ahh…" Lucy moaned, Desmond echoing her as he arched his hips slightly. She had a sizable stainless steel plug firmly seated in her backside, and from the way Vidic was lightly toying with it, pressing slightly…she seemed to enjoy it. One finger rubbed lightly back and forth over her sex, teasing, but not entering.
"Do you want something, Ms. Stillman?' Warren asked in a low voice, his eyes half shut. She keened softly in reply, bucking towards his hand, frustrated by how he insisted on keeping her hips still.
"I-I want….ahh, god…Warren! Please…I-I need … inside…." Lucy stammered, unable to form complete sentences – not after she had spent the better half of the day writhing with arousal, the toy pressed against her clit. Vidic had to have been watching her all day – because each time she was so close to coming…the toy had turned off, just long enough for her to regain some semblance of composure before starting up again. It had left her on edge all day, desperate for his touch.
"Mm…alright, Ms. Stillman." He hummed. He guided her to her feet, pulling his hands away from her completely. He bent her over his desk, not caring for the papers scattered about it, and pulled a set of leather straps and ropes from a drawer. He slowly bound her to his desk, not caring for her whimpers of protest as he tied her ankles to her wrists, then bound her ankles to the desk, looping the rope under his desk and back around the other side. He used the remaining length of rope to loosely wrap around her neck, fastening it there. If she struggled, she might choke.
Forced to watch as Lucy was slowly, methodically tied to the desk, he cursed loudly, panting. The toy inside felt so /good/, but it never went fast enough to truly satisfy – not that it would. He couldn't' come with the damn ring around his cock, and f-fuck, what was he doing to Lucy? "B-bastard…ohh…" he groaned as the toy inside brushed his prostate so sweetly, biting his lip as he watched Vidic set up a machine similar to his own torture device. This had a clear backing, obviously to provide a better view. Fucking voyeur…
"Well, Ms. Stillman…I hope you enjoy yourself." Vidic mused, adjusting the machine so that it was risen to be level with the table, attached to a stand. The long limb of the machine had a thick dildo attached to it, with little bumps all along. When he pressed the very tip inside Lucy, she moaned so low that Desmond felt another jolt of heat go strait to his dick.
"A-ahhhh…W-Warren…!" She choked, hips arching slightly, her breathing raspy as he turned the machine on. It slowly began to thrust inside her, and he smirked, moving away from her now and turning back towards the 'mirror'.
"Oh f-fuck." Desmond whimpered, watching as Vidic unlocked a door on the mirror-side of the room he was in, disappearing briefly before reappearing inside the room in which Desmond was currently being contained. He did his best to glare at the older man – but it was hard to glare when his cock ached for release, his whole body on fire. "F-fucking…pervert! How could he….?
"I suggest you open your mouth, Mr. Miles." Vidic cut in, interrupting his thoughts. "Unless you want to spend the rest of the evening strapped there." He murmured, stepping forwards and pulling his hard cock from his pants. He let the weeping tip press against Desmond's lips, smirking at how they pursed and shuddered. He knew Desmond wanted it. "Open, Mr. Miles."
Under normal circumstances, Desmond might have refused. Hell, if Vidic had come in a little earlier, he would have refused outright. But he could still hear Lucy getting fucked by that machine in the next room, and he could already taste Vidic on his tongue – and – oh fuck.
Opening his scarred lips, he took the tip into his mouth with a quiet groan. He strained against his bindings, hating how he couldn't move his hips… only to choke when Vidic suddenly grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to deep throat him. "Kh-…" Desmond made a low noise, trying to signal that it was getting very difficult to breathe. Vidic seemed to pay no mind, even going so far as to grind his hips forwards, forcing himself deeply inside his mouth.
"You'll keep your mouth open for me…and stay relaxed, or you wont come tonight, Desmond." Warren uttered, his voice husky now. Desmond felt his face burn red at the sound of his name, and he shuddered as Vidic began to thrust into his mouth in rough strokes. Each thrust forwards choked him – and he barely had time to draw breath before his throat was stuffed full again, making him gag and cough weakly each time.
The roughness wasn't something Desmond had expected, and frankly, that, coupled with the thrusts inside of him…he would've come if not for the ring. He was shaking with need for air and release by the time Vidic paused, panting lightly, sweat forming on his brow.
"Well, Mr. Miles…?" he asked lowly, slowly pulling his cock from his mouth with a wet pop. Saliva slid down Desmond's chin, and he smirked.
"V-Vidic…god, I need to come…" Desmond rasped, his brows pinching together as he arched weakly.
"If you come…" he drawled, licking his lips. "It will be on my cock. Do you understand, Mr. Miles? Ask for it….or I'll be happy to satisfy myself with the aid of your mouth…and Ms. Stillman, there." He mused, glancing back at Lucy's trembling, wet form before turning back to Desmond. He was giving him the freedom to choose, and that was the worst part for him.
Bowing his head in shame, Desmond trembled, on edge, aching. He needed it so badly it was obscene. He could hear Lucy's cries, see how she writhed…and Vidic had made it damn near impossible to refuse. Drawing in a deep breath, he lifted his head briefly, his face burning. "F-Fuck me…Vidic, please….I ….god, I need to come." He gasped, ashamed of his inability to resist. "P-Please…."
"That's better." Vidic mused, turning of the machine with a soft click. He untied him, then pulled him to his feet, pressing him against the glass in front of him. Desmond flushed, and began to stutter in protest before he felt a the hot press of Vidic's cock against his backside. Tensing, Desmond shivered. "Spread your legs, Mr. Miles. Put your hands there – yes, come now." He uttered, placing both of the palms of Desmond's hands on his backside, forcing the bartender to spread himself open.
Desmond wasn't sure when he'd lost his shame – but it had to be sometime between when the toy had started fucking him and Lucy had gotten naked. Spreading himself, he flushed, pressing his cheek against the cool glass, trembling a little at the sight of Lucy, coupled with the slow inwards press of Warren's erect length… "F-fuuuuuck…." Desmond whimpered, back arching in pleasure as he was slowly filled, painfully slow…god, it felt good – better than the toy, for sure. It took him a few moments to realize however, that Vidic hadn't yet released his cock from the painful device wrapped around the base, and he cursed quietly, the sound breaking off into a whimper.
"Mh…you swallowed me up rather quickly this time, Desmond…" Warren breathed, giving a sharp thrust of his hips forwards, grasping Desmond's wrist and letting his hands rest against the glass. Glad for the support, Desmond groaned, his nails digging against the window. "It seems I've found an appropriate method of taming you." He chuckled breathlessly.
"Y-You….aaah…Christ!" Desmond yelled, unable to finish his retort as Vidic began to pound into him, his hips slapping against Desmond's toned buttocks with each thrust. A hand had come to his neck now, curling tightly just below his adam's apple, making it difficult to breathe.
"You like that, don't you Miles…" he whispered hotly in his ear, pleased with how his captive shuddered and twitched at the unwanted pleasure. "I know you do. And you want me…" he hummed, slamming forwards hard with his hips, angling now so that each thrust had the tip brushing his prostate. Desmond was twitching and gasping with each movement now, his eyes trained on Lucy through the glass.
He could see she'd come – at some point. The fluid now dribbled down along the bottom of the desk, the machine still fucking her, her voice sounding hoarse and muffled through the barrier between them. Desmond ached for release, and whimpered lightly, finding himself rocking back against the thrusts. It was too much – he needed to come.
"V-Vidic, please…god, p-please, let me come…!" Desmond howled, the sound transforming into a cry when his tormentor only pounded him harder, his fingers digging into Desmond's hips, forcing him to snap back against him each time he moved forwards. The pleasure was so great Desmond felt he might be seeing stars. "V-V-Vidic…s-shit, please!" He shouted, biting his lip.
Desmond deteriorated into a trembling, begging mess at this point. Each thrust was punctuated by his heady cries, his pleas for release, his need to come. He was babbling and incoherent while Vidic was grunting, Lucy's cries signaling her second release, while Vidic's thrusts only grew faster and more precise, drawing harsh moans and whimpers out of Desmond.
Pressing deeply into him, Warren shuddered, his hips jerking into Desmond a few more times as he came, filling the ex-bartender with hot fluid. Desmond was shaking, his mouth open in a soundless cry, his whole body tense, on edge. Relief came when Vidic slowly wrapped his fingers around his cock, giving a single, slow stroke before pulling the ring off of him.
"A-ah…g-god…fuck…U-uhhhn…Vidic…!" Desmond wailed, a few, slow strokes of the man's warm hand enough to send him over the edge, his back snapping into a delicious curve. His heart hammered in his ears, and he felt he couldn't breathe, couldn't see. His throat ached from his cries, and his whole body glistened with sweat. It was several minutes before Vidic finally pulled out, allowing Desmond to sink bonelessly against the wall.
Panting a little himself, Vidic smoothed a stray, sweat-slicked hair out of his own eyes, tucking himself back in his pants. As unflappable as ever, he smirked down at Desmond's pant, quivering form. "Now, Mr. Miles…." He murmured, clicking a button on his remote, putting a stop to the machine that had been making Lucy cry out so lewdly. "…I think we're beginning to make some progress."