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People who use ai actually do deserve to be bullied relentlessly btw and you shouldn't baby anyone who tries to defend their use of it in fandom spaces. They believe they deserve recognition and praise for stringing a few words together in the plagiarism pollution machine, but all they deserve is to be spat on.
If someone doesn't have the skill and refuses to learn the skill to execute an idea they are not entitled to use ai to make all their uncreative little thoughts a reality. They should recieve nothing but hostility for thinking it's ok to trample on other people who put a lifetime of effort into learning the skills the ai scraped without consent to create it's worthless output.
Warnings: CNC (consensual non-consent), CBT, cock rings, polylads if you squint really hard (you'll figure it out at the end)
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The room is loud, Sylus simply sitting back in his chair at the head of the table as he watches the chaos unfold with apathy. Disgusting men with disgusting ideals, all arguing over which of them is the worst. A pointless conversation. They ought to know by now.
Amidst the nattering, Sylus gives Luke a nod that goes unnoticed, and the door opens. What they see causes all of them to stop in their tracks.
A man, naked, wrists bound, and eyes covered with a blindfold. His hands cup his manhood in an attempt to provide himself with some form of dignity. That attempt is somewhat undercut by the thick leather collar around his throat, and the way his shoulders hunch closed.
The simple explanation for this is that he's found himself being forced to deal with a group of individuals who, had they held less power and influence, he would have had them all killed. As it is, the particular services they provide to the N109 zone are too valuable to simply erase overnight. No, it's easier to keep them under his thumb and allow them to operate within the confines of his jurisdiction.
The problem? These men know they are needed, and thus fairly impervious to the wrath of Onichynus. It makes them cocky, and demanding of him.
What Sylus needs to do with them is instill these cruel, vile men with fear. There is no other way to keep them docile, and it's only a matter of time before they begin to try and uproot his leadership. Really, by scaring them shitless, he's doing them both a favor, when the alternative for them is death, and for him is an inconvenience.
Their expressions range from curiosity, to disgust, to concern, to fear as they look between the always calm Sylus Qin and the captive in the doorway.
“Please, continue. I don't mean to interrupt your… riveting discussion.” Sylus says, almost like he's bored, and snaps his fingers.
The man in the doorway moves upon hearing the sound, dropping to his knees and crawling into the room, feeling around for the leg of the long conference table.
“Sylus,” one calls, the most foolish of the lot, “what is the meaning of this?” He watches with thinly veiled disgust as the man below him feels with blind fingers and finds the toe of his shoe. On instinct, seemingly, he pulls his foot away.
“Do you know who this is?” Sylus raises a brow, and rests a finger against his temple. Taps a few times.
The men around the table look at one another briefly, but no one seems to have an answer.
Beneath them, the nude captive begins to kiss the tips of their shoes, in some perverse display of submission.
He wouldn't expect them to recognize him either, when his most prominent feature is covered. Those pretty hazel eyes. None of them has any reason to be able to recognize that pale skin or feather-soft dark hair.
Sylus allows the silence to hold for another long moment, the only sound in the room the clumsy shuffling under the table, and lips meeting polished leather. It gradually grows closer to Sylus’ chair as he eyes them with expectation, and then sits back with a disappointed sigh.
“This is Doctor Zayne Li. World renowned cardiac surgeon and the genius behind evol technology advancements in medicine. Arguably the reason half of you are still alive today. Someone also highly sought after by our friends at Xander Sciences, an affiliate of EVER.”
The looks of horror he receives makes it all worth it.
Almost as if on cue, that's the moment Zayne finally makes his way to his rightful place at Sylus' feet, giving him the same soft kisses to the tip of his shoe, but instead of moving on, he simply stays there, head pressed to the ground right in front of him.
The doctor knows better than to disobey. He knows exactly what's expected of him in this meeting.
“This, gentlemen,” Sylus' voice drops deeper, more threatening as he grabs the soft hair on Zayne's head and uses the leverage to yank him up. To show them his face, covered by the fabric tied around his eyes, “is what happens when I decide I want something.”
Quiet outrage fills the room until one brave soul has the courage to speak up.
“Then what do you want from us?!”
Sylus doesn't reward him with an answer, or even a look. He keeps his eyes on his pretty toy, guiding Zayne to rest on his thigh. He notices that despite the cock ring designed to control Zayne's pleasure, he is growing plump between those milky white legs. Pervert. Who would have thought?
The better image is the way his perfect cupids bow trembles when Sylus drags a thumb across his lips.
“At the moment?” Sylus asks, entirely disinterested, “To be quiet.” He snaps, and so close to Zayne's ear it makes the man flinch. But he knows what is expected of him, and settles himself more comfortably between Sylus' legs, bound hands resting over the belt of his slacks. Waiting for further command.
Such a good boy he's turned out to be, despite his obvious fear. So docile. All of their training was very much worth it.
“And to listen to me.” Two taps to his thigh, and Zayne understands exactly what's being asked of him.
As those precise fingers work at his belt, and to tug his cock free, Sylus once more rests his head on a hand and eyes the room.
Their clear discomfort is delicious. It's exactly what they deserve, for all that they've done to society. Let them squirm.
Once Doctor Li has his cock free, he sucks it into his mouth, and it feels divine to rest on that warm, wet tongue. He swallows around it, and Sylus has to hold back an indulgent sigh. Doctor Li does nothing else, for now, holding it in his throat and sitting perfectly still, though the scratchy carpet can't be comfortable on his knees. Like a very good boy, he doesn't even shift in discomfort.
“So as it turns out, this is what it takes to get you all to shut up.” Sylus says with disdain, his free hand idly coming to rest on the back of Doctor Li’s head. For now, he just leaves it there. A silent command to stay put.
“I need you all to understand one thing. The only reason you aren't in the same position as Doctor Li here is because I have allowed it. You do not dictate what passes through my borders, and if you think you're capable of avoiding my eyes, you are mistaken.”
Sylus tilts his head and narrows his eyes. The desires of this man in particular disgust him. Women who are too young, those weak enough to be unable to fight back. He would have half a mind to put him in the same position as Doctor Li, were he not so repulsive. Better to hide this trash away from society. Lock him up somewhere dark and dank.
The same man as before, angry, with dark hair falling into bright eyes speaks up, “Why do you care if we sell drugs in the city? It's a good market, and the people there are going to find them if they want to anyway. You're just trying to suffocate good business, Sylus. What, are we a threat to your monopoly on the zone?”
“A threat?” Sylus gives him an empty laugh, “Don't flatter yourself. You are an annoyance, and your sloppy methods have the police hot on your trail. The only reason you haven't been caught yet is due to my own intervention. I think I deserve a thank you, don't you?”
Crimson eyes flick down and he yanks Doctor Li’s mouth off of his now half hard cock. “Isn't that what good boys say, Doctor?” He asks, as the man sucks in a breath and clenches his teeth.
His hands ball into fists on his lap, once more protectively cupping his own arousal, as if frightened it might be in danger. Smart man.
“Thank you, Sylus.” He says through gritted teeth. Insolent. The good doctor was told of the consequences of disobedience in this meeting. Sylus easily gets the toe of his shoe to press down on Doctor Li’s perky balls, enough to be painful.
He gets a pretty gasp of pain for it.
Not more than a moment later, that mouth is pulled right back onto his cock, but this time, Sylus begins to lead him up and down on it. Slow movements, letting him almost all the way off before pushing deep into his throat and holding there as he pleases. The choking that comes from his lap only makes it better.
“What do you want us to do then?” Another voice asks, and Sylus is pleased to see that the man has a difficult time removing his gaze from the sight of Doctor Li being used like a fleshlight right in front of him. “And what the hell do you think you're going to do with a kidnapped doctor? The authorities will come looking for him too, Sylus.”
That gets a smirk from Sylus, the first one of the evening, and he presses down hard on Doctor Li’s head. His gagging quickly fills the space, but with his hands bound, there isn't much leverage for him to try and get away. Save, that is, if he attempted to bite down on Sylus' cock. But he's not so foolish as to attempt a stunt such as that.
“You think I kidnapped him?” Sylus asks, while he relishes in the sensation of a hot throat constricting around his length. “Whatever gave you that impression? The good doctor is exactly where he wants to be, aren't you?” With his mouth so full, there isn't any way Doctor Li is capable of answering him, so all he gets in response is a rather pathetic whine.
That could also have something to do with the fact that Sylus’ shoe is still pressed between his legs, though it doesn't exactly seem to be pain the doctor is fearing, as his own cock sits heavy and hard between his legs, dressed up prettily in a thick metal cock ring wrapped around his shaft and balls. Poor thing won't be able to get any relief while it's still holding his pleasure hostage.
Those gathered around are all shifting in their seats, leather creaking beneath pressed slacks, and fingers tapping on the table.
“No one is going to come for the doctor. And you lot,” Sylus' eyes spare a moment for each of them, filled with disdain, “are going to take all of your business through me. Nothing enters or leaves without my signature. I have been lenient. I will not be any longer. The next smuggler crossing the border will be dealt with, and I will not be kind.”
He's getting close. There is something about the absolute power trip this is, and he thinks he ought to thank the doctor for coming up with the idea. It's a heady pleasure, with such a brilliant, powerful man on his knees, entirely debased for him, and with his lessers seeing the things Doctor Li is willing to do for him.
The things he is allowing to be done to him. All for Sylus' gratification.
“Hold still.” He groans, down to the head of black hair between his knees, and with a grunt, starts to guide the doctor's head faster on his cock. To his credit, this time he is entirely obedient.
It doesn't take long for Sylus to come down his throat with nothing more than a pleased sigh. The much louder sound is that of Doctor Li coughing and retching once he's let go, choking on the cum shot down his throat.
That's a pretty sight too. Lips shiny with spit and spend, hunched over, and yet not moving away. He even uses Sylus' knee to lean on as he catches his breath.
With the way Zayne has twisted away, though, and his bound hands preoccupied with covering his mouth through his fit, the rest of the men in the room can quite easily see that not only is Doctor Li hard, but he is leaking. A bead of precum oozing from the head of his reddening cock. They can see the thick ring that keeps him hard and aching.
How long has it been, now? He probably ought to let the poor thing out soon, but a Zayne who is so painfully aroused is much easier to keep under control. It clouds his thinking.
Sylus starts to fiddle with his cock, poking around at it with his shoe as if for nothing more than his own amusement. Which it is, to be clear. Once or twice he steps down on it, crushing it beneath his shoe just to hear that cute sound he makes when it hurts just a bit too much.
“Don't forget what I'm capable of when I put my mind to it. Isn't that right, doctor?” Sylus asks, and yanks his head up and turns him just as he steps down harder than before onto Zayne's cock, giving the room a good look at his pretty expression when he cries out.
If only they could see his face without the blindfold. Sylus knows from experience how much better he looks when you can see the pathetic expression in his eyes.
“You can speak, pet. Tell them.” He pulls harder on Zayne's hair. His reward is another delicious whimper.
“Yes, whatever you want.” He gasps.
“And if I decide something is mine… there's not a thing they can do to stop me, is there?”
“No sir.”
“Good boy. Now be quiet and maybe I'll let you come once our guests leave.”
He lets Zayne go, and relieves the pressure on his delicate bits, though his cock by now is rather red and leaking, painfully trapped at this point. It's cute, even cuter because at this angle, looking down on him, it appears rather small. It isn't, but Sylus can pretend if he likes.
Zayne cries out again, softer this time, when Sylus presses down on it just for fun, and all around the room there are flinches in sympathy. It's not hard to read the thoughts of those around him, Sylus already knows they're all wondering the same thing.
Just what did he do to get a man like Zayne Li so thoroughly under his boot? Quite literally, in this case. Because if Sylus is telling the truth, and this man truly hasn't been kidnapped, how could he have possibly coerced him to do such a thing as this? What information must Sylus have on him?
He knows that's what they're all wondering, and truthfully, he's counting on it.
“Now, you are boring me, and unless you'd like to join the good doctor here, I suggest you get out and reconsider how far you're willing to go for pride.” Really, Sylus barely gives them a glance before making it obvious that he has no more patience for their presence, and the message is taken almost immediately.
Zayne sits perfectly still, possibly not even breathing as he hears the sound of chairs moving back, and several footsteps making their way to the door.
Sylus finds it endlessly amusing that although he's the one sitting in this conference room with his cock out, he's the one entirely in control. He waits until he gets a nod from Kieran, indicating that they're all well on their way out of the building before he does anything else. Patiently, his perfect Zayne waits at his feet, quiet as a mouse.
Only once they're entirely alone does he give his pet a reprieve.
First, he reaches down and behind Zayne's head to undo the blindfold. As it slips to the floor, those pretty hazel eyes blink to readjust to the light, and find their way to Sylus.
He still looks soft around the edges. Vulnerable, and not quite in the right state of mind. As Sylus pulls him up and into his lap, Zayne is docile and obedient. Shivering a bit, from the cold of the room. His eyes sharpen as he watches Sylus untie the rope around his wrists and take them in hand, rubbing them gently.
“You did wonderfully, sweetheart. How do you feel?” Sylus asks, cupping his face in both hands and running a hand through his soft hair. Zayne sighs and leans into Sylus' shoulder.
“Take it off, please.” He asks, quiet, and Sylus knows that shiver isn't from the chill of the room.
“Ah, ah, ah, answer me first. Then you can have whatever you like.”
He can feel the way Zayne's lips turn into a pout as he shifts in Sylus' lap, uncomfortable.
“I feel fine. We can talk about it later.”
“Hmm… needy kitten.” Sylus hums, and flips the latch on the cock ring that's been suffocating him for the better part of an hour, and Zayne moans at the feeling of blood finally being able to rush down to his cock.
Normally, he'd take great pleasure in forcing Zayne to ask for what he wants, make him beg to come, but he's been so well behaved tonight that Sylus decides to spare him from further embarrassment. Instead, he wraps a careful hand around that pretty cock and starts to pump it with quick strokes around the head.
Poor Zayne is so sensitive by now that the stimulation has him panting and whimpering into Sylus' throat in no time.
And yet, he can tell that his good doctor is holding back.
“You don't have to wait for permission this time, kitten. Go on.” Sylus murmurs into his hair, and presses a kiss to the top of his head as Zayne twists and cries sharply once.
His body tenses and then the shivering starts all over again as he spills into Sylus' hand and lap, come dripping down onto his own soft cock. Zayne is always so beautiful when he comes, and the noises he makes are exquisite. It almost makes him want to never do anything like this again. Just for the sole reason that no one should get to see him like this.
Sylus holds him through his orgasm, until Zayne catches his breath, and holds him tight with both arms.
There's a silence for a long while as Sylus allows him the time he needs to come back to himself.
“You're not scared?”
Zayne's own arms slowly reach around him as well, “Of what?”
“You could be a target now.”
A tired chuckle sounds below his chin. “I thought I was under your protection.” Zayne says.
That makes something red hot and fierce burn in Sylus' chest, and he almost purrs when he answers, “That's right. You are.” They bask in their joined warmth for a moment, before Sylus speaks again, “You know what else you are?”
“Hmm?” Zayne sounds tired. While it may be morning for Sylus, it is high time he makes sure his doctor gets to bed.
“A pervert.” Sylus can't hide the teasing lilt in his voice, and Zayne huffs another small laugh.
“You're the one who made me this way.”
“I only coaxed it out of you, kitten.”
“Perhaps.” Zayne hums, unwilling to admit what they both know is the truth.
“Maybe next time we'll try something a little more intense, hmm? You should've seen the look on Caleb's face. He had all sorts of ideas that whole time.”
Zayne snorts, “I'm sure he does. He's always had a vivid imagination.”
“Come on, kitten, I'm sure everyone is waiting to see how you're doing.” Sylus tries to pick him up, but Zayne doesn't let him, using his weight to keep Sylus sitting right where he is.
“Later… let's just stay like this for a little longer.”
And how can Sylus resist, when Zayne is cuddling up to him so adorably?
Sapphic LaDS Week pages have been updated ♡ Use “#sapphic lads week” or “#sapphic lads week 2026” for your submissions!
Prompts - In addition to the daily themes, there are some short descriptions and additional prompts on the prompts page if you need more ideas! These were primarily based on suggestions in the inbox. Thanks for the input!
Rules & Guidlines
The beautiful Butch!Cowboy!Caleb Chibi is from a donation commission drawn by @readyplayermari as a part of the Artists Against ICE campaign. I sent money to Immigrant Defense Project in exchange for this. Thanks Mari!!!!!!
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