[ down ] your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes. Salus and Gino
Salus was reading. There was a lovely plush armchair by the bedroom window in the apartment Gino had rented for them. It was soft and blue, and usually covered in far too many cushions for anyone to actually sit on it comfortably. He’d pushed them to the floor and was using them as a foot rest, only ever moving to turn a page of his book. It was a perfectly normal afternoon of reading... or at least it would have been if it wasn’t for Gino.
The Sesharrimian was stood at Salus’ side. He was stood because that is what Salus had told him to do. He was dressed in tight black lingerie, the vast majority of which was barely covering him at all. The black straps on his chest left his nipples bare, and the thong he was wearing was far too tight for him, straining about his cock in a way that was, frankly, obscene. A large gold L, the emblem for his family, was plastered on its front. Gino always made sure to wear the monogrammed underwear when he was going to see Salus -- he liked the fire he got in his eyes whenever he spotted it. His fur coat, too, was there for the same reason; they were a favourite of his parents, and Salus clearly despised them.
Gino teetered on the heels of his thigh-high boots. The things were nigh impossible to walk in as it was, but with his hands cuffed securely behind his back, his balance was entirely off. Stay still, Salus had ordered. And be quiet. That should have been easy. It would have been, perhaps, if it weren’t for the large collar that sat at Gino’s neck. A chain ran from it to the arm of the chair, keeping him tethered in place. Any violent movements sent it rattling and drove Salus’ hand to the remote control that was hidden in his pocket. All it took was a twist of the dial to change how the plug wedged in Gino’s ass was vibrating, sending it hurtling from a violent buzz to barely anything at all. Every time Gino jerked, every time he moaned, every time he stumbled on his heels and made his chain rattle, Salus turned the vibrator off. He’d done it countless times already, and now he was doing it again. The Sesharrimian had no idea how long he’d been standing there enduring it. He felt like it must’ve been hours. His feet were aching, he was shaking, and the noises he let out escaped in desperate quivers every time the vibrations came back. He could barely stand it.
“Are you just going to sit there and read all fucking afternoon?” he snapped at last, managing to shout between his panted breaths.
He knew it was a mistake when he heard Salus’ book slam shut. With one harsh tug, the smaller man yanked Gino down to his level. The chain pulled the harsh metal of the collar taut against his throat and almost choked him, forcing him to bend at the waist and look his master in the eye.
“I wasn’t,” he said firmly, his gaze cold. “But I might now. Just as soon as I’ve given some Laertes scum the punishment it deserves.”