White Hat giggled gleefully as he pulled his dear Doctor Slug close to him, pressing his mouth against where he approximated his companion’s lips were hidden.Slug didn’t respond enthusiastically, but begrudgingly allowed him until the demon was working his way down his body, pecking carefully toothless kisses across his neck and collarbones.
“You’re in an awfully good mood.”
White Hat chuckled against his chest.
“It’s Friday, isn’t it?”
And it had been a good week. Sales were good, profits were soaring, and a flashy new line of ads featuring White Hat himself was drawing in international attention as well as customers by the droves.
White Hat bounced back onto the bed, laying across on his side enticingly with his head propped up to face Slug.
“You’re so quiet. doctor…can I help you…/take a load off/?”
Slug’s agonized groan didn’t deter White’s ear-to-ear grin as he waggled his eyebrows comically.
“And you wonder why I gag you.”
White Hat blushed at that. He was in an especially good mood, bubbly an energetic and horny all in one. He could tell Slug was in a good mood too, underneath his flat voice and shielded exterior. He was particularly attuned to the man, which he could attribute to the close living and working conditions - not even counting how many times he had been physically intimate with him, since they had found an “arrangement” with their attractions.
“Come here.” Dr.Slug snapped him out of his revery with a command. White dissipated into smoke, curling at Slug’s feet before returning to his physical form, squeezing his legs tauntingly and batting his eyelashes up at him.
“Yeeees?”
Slug gripped his neckerchief with an iron fist and pulled him up to eye level with his wiry strength.
“Yes, /Master/,”
White Hat gulped, admittedly aroused by the dominating smaller man.
“Yes, /Master!/”
He grinned sheepishly, but Slug could tell he was ready to get a little more serious.
White was physically far superior and more powerful than Slug, but for these nights he let his power ebb away to be lax and malleable to Slug’s commands.
He loved it when Slug got rough with him.
So he let himself be turned around quickly, Slug’s quick hands pulling off his suit jacket and wrenching it from his shoulders. The Slug stepped forwards to press against his back, his erection pressing teasingly against the back of his thigh as he reached around White, stroking up and down his body until he was shivering, the deftly undoing his buttoned vest and dress shirt by feel.
When White was stripped from the waist up, Slug slid his hands tantalizingly down his chest, his abdomen, his stomach, and slipped down to this hips, groping the sensitive region around his groin while avoiding his now /very/ insistent erection, grinding against his back a all the while.
White Hat was already panting and flushed, fighting the urge to force Slug’s teasing hands down t where he wanted them. He groaned in protest, his soft sound turning to a breathy whine as Slug responded by gripping his erection through his dress slacks, massaging the aching length through the silken material until White thought he just might soil his boxers.
“Slu-M-Master, I-”
His warning was cut off by Slug removing his hands. much to White’s chagrin, but they returned to unbutton his pants and let them slip off with his undergarments.
White Hat was rewarded for his restraint with a surprisingly gentle kiss on his shoulder. Slug must have pulled up his bag a bit for a moment.
“On the bed.”
White Hat climbed onto the bed and laid out on his back, denying the urge to touch himself and waiting as Slug rummaged through a duffel bag on the floor, withdrawing a few items and setting them on the bed.
White sat up to look them over, but was chastised with a sharp tisk from his doctor and a finger pointed to the headboard.
“Bed.”
He laid back again, trying not to let his eagerness get the best of him.
Slug reappeared in his immediate view, holding a thick spiked collar in one hand and the attached leather leash in the other.
“Do you want to be a good boy?”
White gulped nervously but nodded enthusiastically.
“Good answer.”
White leaned forwards, dazed in a sub space as Slug slipped the leather around his throat and locked it in place with a heavy padlock at this throat, attaching the leash and giving it an experimental tug. White instinctively reached up to it, pulling on it gently to test it’s give. He ran his hands along the thick metal spikes jutting from the collar’s outer side. Slug leaned over him, his mouth level with White Hat’s ear.
“If you don’t stay good, I’ll turn it the other way…and then you’ll have the spikes to deal with.”
White Hat shuddered, imagining the dull metal spikes digging into his throat with an insistent tug from the doctor. God, how could he make such cruelty so /achingly/ arousing?
Slug pushed White hat to lay flat on the bed again with a firm push a hand on his chest, and pulled from his side a metal pair of handcuffs.
“Hands up.
White obediently put his hands up through the slits in the headboard, and his wrists were quickly caught and secured together with the cuffs. He tested them gently as well, his arms forced and pinned above his head and leaving his body tantalizingly exposed.
“I could break these cuffs, you know.” He mused to Slug, straddling him to finish securing the handcuffs.
“But you won’t. Not unless you want a punishment you really won’t enjoy.” To emphasize his point, he reached down and pinched White’s cock between two sharp fingernails, making him flinch and groan, shifting uncomfortably underneath him.
With White Hat secured to his liking, Slug undressed himself hastily, feeling his trapped east’s eyes hungry on his naked body, before he returned to the bed with his last piece hidden behind his back.
He crawled over White’s prone body to nestle in between his legs, setting his next toy on the bed behind him to free his hands to explore White, squeezing up his thighs to his cock - a thick, muscular tentacle that oozed from the tip and leaked a clear gel-like substance from it’s wet pores. It reacted in his hand, more dexterous than a penis but as responsive to stimulus as any genitalia, wetting and hardening in his hand as he began to squeeze and pump it,
White Hat moaned breathlessly, arching into it against his restrictions and shutting his eyes in pleasure. Slug watched his reactions for a minute before reaching for the lead to his collar and jerking it tight without warning. White Hat choked on a moan, opening his eyes to meet Slug’s, his face flushing with lust.
Then suddenly the sensations stopped, And Slug pulled off to reach for his last tool. White hat groaned when he saw the slim, stretchy band in his hands.
“No. I don’t want it. I don’t need it!!”
“It’s not your decision as to what you need. And anyways, we both know you do.”
White Hat closed his eyes tightly in embarrassment as Slug slipped the elastic band over his cock to the base.
“The ring will keep you from cumming too fast, hmm?”
White Hat didn’t make any notion to agree, but he knew Slug was right. He had almost just lost it a moment ago, already teetering on the edge of an early orgasm from the anticipation, and it was a struggle to last as long as Slug did when he was inside of him.
A sharp slap to his thigh brought him back to attention.
“What do we say?”
White Hat bit his lip. This was so embarrassing. But it only made him more aroused to be so dominated by his scientist.
“Th-Thankyou..Jefecito.”
“Good boy.”
Dr. Slug slipped into his lap, straddling his hips to grind his ass against White Hat’s cock, pulling the leash gently taut as a warning.
“What do you want?”
“Nnn..I..want you…”
He gave a harsh pull on the chain.
“Not good enough. What do you want?”
“I….” White closed his eyes tightly, his voice breaking high and needy.
“I need to be inside of you, please!! I need to f…Please, I need to feel you..”
It wasn’t as eloquent an answer as Slug was hoping for but he could tell White Hat was already at his limit, hopelessly turned on in his restraints, keening in need under his employee.
Slug finally reached under himself to grip White’s cock, feeling that it was slick enough for him, and pressing it to his entrance, taking the tip inside and slipping it in and out until it was a comfortable stretch. He bobbed up and down on it, gently feeding it deeper into his body with every press down, until he was seated in his lap with his cock inside of him to the root.
White Hat was tense underneath him, struggling to hold back from snapping the handcuffs binding him or to thrust up into Slug’s tight heat. Once Slug got a steady rhythm down of grinding him hips to feel his cock in him and squeezing around him, White Hat couldn’t help the endless stream of moans and whimpers coming out of him, his eyes rolling up in ecstasy as Slug squeezed and rocked on him. With one hand Slug gripped the leash, pulling on it once sharply to remind White who was in charge here, and then kept a steady pulling pressure on his throat. White’s air was limited, dizzying him and increasing his pleasure, his bound arms numbing behind him and the center of his focus more and ore being eaten by swelling pleasure. Slug leaned forwards, his goggled eyes narrowing meanly.
“I could keep you locked up here, you know. My own personal fucktoy for whenever I please. You would love that though, wouldn’t you? Waiting all day for me to come back and use you, degrade you, fuck you senseless, but you would like that too much, wouldn’t you?”
White Hat whimpered, twisting in his bindings. Slug’s free hand squeezed his own cock, stroking it in time with every thrust down to take more of White Hat’s cock inside. And despite his strong words his breath came out shakily, his orgasm impending as the muscular tentacle throbbed against his tight inner walls, it’s thickness pressing against his prostate and making him dizzy. With a muffled shout he came, his orgasm making him clench firmly around White Hat as he rode out his orgasm. White Hat couldn’t take any more as Slug tightened and throbbed around his cock, finally cumming hard with a strangled moan.
They bothed stilled, panting and exhausted, until Slug slipped off of him with a slight wince to lay beside him. White Hat cautiously pulled him to his chest, realizing he must have broken the handcuffs in the throes of pleasure as his hands were certainly now free, but Slug was too tired to care,
They laid there panting contentedly for a while, nestled into one another.
“You came without permission.” Slug growled, trying to mask the smile in his voice.
“You don’t make it easy,” White Hat teased, grinning cheesily.
“I’ll get yu back for it,” Slug threatened, even as he curled sleepily into White Hat’s chest.
White Hat chuckled.
“I’m sure you will.”
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