[Victor sucks in a sharp breath, shuddering at the light touch to his balls. The sudden shove, the burn and the scrap of dry skin against his inner balls makes his cock twitch.
Head falling back he whines softly, planting his hands behind him. Roman’s search provides no evidence. Apparently, their trust didn’t involve penetration to Victor’s hole.]
[Roman continues prodding around for longer than he needs to, getting as deep as possible. When he finally pulls his finger out and looks at it, it is wet, but only with blood. Not a ton of it, but enough that he wrinkles his nose and looks at it with disgust.]
Eww. [He shoves the finger past Victor's lips and onto his tongue.] Alright, so he didn't fuck you. And I know you didn't fuck him with that pathetic thing. So did you suck him off? Did he blow you? Tell me the truth.
[Once his finger is clean, he'll pull it out so Victor can answer.]
[He’s twitching by the time Roman pulls the finger free. The hint of blood makes him flush pink, embarrassed that he bleeds so easily. Not that he gets to focus on that, with that finger suddenly shoved into his mouth.
Sucking it clean like a delicious fuckin’ lollipop. He gets a little sad when Roman pulls away sooner than he like. Breathless, he answers.]
No, he didn’t want me to help him. He got hard though. Especially, when I got off on his thigh. Grinding, that’s it.
[Roman presses his lips into a thin line, face redder than Victor's. He imagines Victor getting off on that smug fuck, rutting against him like the horny dog he is. Imagines what what's-his-face might have looked like when Victor did it; was he angry? Disgusted? He got hard, apparently, just not hard enough to push Victor down and fuck him properly.]
Grinding counts. Getting off at all counts, Victor! [He reaches down and grabs Victor's cock, still not used to the way it feels smaller in his palm. Gives it a nice, hard squeeze, thumbnail digging into the flesh.] I want to be the only one who sees you come. The only one, unless I say otherwise, do you understand me?
Good. [Roman lets go of Victor's cock, making a face when it springs up, standing out hard and not-so-proud from his body. He sneers.] I still can't believe your fucking cock is so small now. Surprised he didn't think you were a girl and try to fuck you.
[He shifts, pleased at the satisfaction Roman takes in his answer as well as the insult. But he does curl his lip shifting against the wall trying to regain his intimidating height.]
[Ah, there's a jab that hurts. After all, how best to insult a misogynist than by coming for his manhood? And there's no better reflection of manhood than what you have between your legs. In Roman's mind, anyway.
He curls his lip in a cruel smile, chuckling.]
Then why do you have a clit? The Victor I remember had a dick.
[Victor yelps and then fails to keep back the resulting groan. Can't help it, not really. Roman's far too good at being the right blend of physically and emotionally abusive that presses all of Victor's on buttons.]
[He starts to drag Victor into the bedroom, which has miraculously remained more or less untouched by his rage. When they get to the bed, he forces Victor down over it, feet on the floor, face in the mattress.]
[Victor goes easily, though he considers for a fleeting moment about dragging his feet. A desire that he's quick to shut down considering Roman's foul mood. Some other time, not now.
The position he's forced into is normal, expected. He turns his head back the moment he can, even with Roman's hand on his throat.]
[Really? Really? It's as if Victor truly can't grasp the gravity of what he did. It makes Roman fume, and he shoves Victor's head further into the sheets, hand tight on the back of his neck.]
Take a fucking guess. [He smacks Victor's ass once, hard.] You lied to me. Went behind my back. [Another smack.] Did it with a smile on your face. Like I'm a fucking joke. [A third.]
[Spanking is nothing new, it's a favorite tool. Victor tries to remind himself that this is a punishment, and he should act appropriately.
He doesn't. His cock is rock hard against the sheets, ends up sticking his ass out like a fucking whore because he's got Roman's full attention. He groans, gasping out with each of the three hits.]
Then why did you act like it? Honestly, Victor, do you ever have a single thought running through that empty head of yours?
[He huffs, smacking the back of Victor's head before he pulls away. He stalks over to the closet (which he's overtaken from Dinah), pulling out a thick, heavy belt.]
I know you're going to like this. I'm not an idiot. [He smacks the folded-up belt against his palm.] But I want you bleeding. Want everyone to know you're spoken for when they pull down your ugly fucking pants.
The thought was wanting to be even and makin' you do this. I like it when you're jealous.
[That's not hard to understand right? I mean to someone as smart as Roman it probably isn't. That's what Victor was thinking. Seems like it worked out pretty well, especially when he catches sight of the belt.
I'm not jealous. [He says it even though both he and Victor know that's total bullshit.] I just don't like people touching my things.
[He cracks the belt down hard across Victor's ass.]
And you're my things. My fucking property. [Another hit, harder than the first.] You're not a Dominant. Not a top. [Another.] You're a little fuckhole who needs to be put in his place. [Another.] Should cut a line down your throat myself, show them all who the real Submissive is.
[My things. My property. Cutting a line down his throat, every fucking word that comes out of Roman's mouth hits him as hard as the belt. The sound he makes, wanton and obscene with how low his moans go.
Digging his fingers into the bed, he pants wetly, trying to steady his breathing, and not come in four seconds.]
Fuck- yeah, what I fucking deserve. Cut my throat, Roman, nn.
Don't tell me what to do. [And he smacks the belt between Victor's legs, right on his cock and balls.] I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want to you. Anything. Everything. And you're going to fucking thank me for it, you understand me?
[Roman loves the sound of Victor screaming. Music to his ears. He makes such lovely sounds, Roman can't help but draw them out every chance he gets.]
Good. There's a good boy. [He gives his cock a few more light pats with the belt, more a tease than anything.] You want to be Daddy's good boy, don't you?
Yeah, I wanna be good, fuck, I do. [He keeps himself down, plaint and exposed for the belt. There's a twitch in his legs, an urge to close them but it's easy to fight down. Looking over his shoulder, Victor finds Roman, the belt still tightly in his hands.]
[Roman runs his free hand over Victor's lower back, keeping him pinned down.]
Then you'll be a good boy and tell Daddy whenever you so much as scratch your balls in front of someone, won't you? [A hit across the thighs comes after, nice and hard.]
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Head falling back he whines softly, planting his hands behind him. Roman’s search provides no evidence. Apparently, their trust didn’t involve penetration to Victor’s hole.]
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Eww. [He shoves the finger past Victor's lips and onto his tongue.] Alright, so he didn't fuck you. And I know you didn't fuck him with that pathetic thing. So did you suck him off? Did he blow you? Tell me the truth.
[Once his finger is clean, he'll pull it out so Victor can answer.]
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Sucking it clean like a delicious fuckin’ lollipop. He gets a little sad when Roman pulls away sooner than he like. Breathless, he answers.]
No, he didn’t want me to help him. He got hard though. Especially, when I got off on his thigh. Grinding, that’s it.
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Grinding counts. Getting off at all counts, Victor! [He reaches down and grabs Victor's cock, still not used to the way it feels smaller in his palm. Gives it a nice, hard squeeze, thumbnail digging into the flesh.] I want to be the only one who sees you come. The only one, unless I say otherwise, do you understand me?
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U-Understand
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Not a fuckin’ girl.
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He curls his lip in a cruel smile, chuckling.]
Then why do you have a clit? The Victor I remember had a dick.
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It's not a fuckin' clit, use your eyes.
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Excuse me? [He slaps that sorry thing between Victor's legs, whatever it's called.] Did you fucking talk back to me?
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No-sorry.
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[Roman scoffs, dragging Victor up by his neck.]
Come on now. We're going to sort you out.
[He starts to drag Victor into the bedroom, which has miraculously remained more or less untouched by his rage. When they get to the bed, he forces Victor down over it, feet on the floor, face in the mattress.]
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The position he's forced into is normal, expected. He turns his head back the moment he can, even with Roman's hand on his throat.]
You're that mad? Really?
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Take a fucking guess. [He smacks Victor's ass once, hard.] You lied to me. Went behind my back. [Another smack.] Did it with a smile on your face. Like I'm a fucking joke. [A third.]
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He doesn't. His cock is rock hard against the sheets, ends up sticking his ass out like a fucking whore because he's got Roman's full attention. He groans, gasping out with each of the three hits.]
Don't think you're a fuckin' joke-
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[He huffs, smacking the back of Victor's head before he pulls away. He stalks over to the closet (which he's overtaken from Dinah), pulling out a thick, heavy belt.]
I know you're going to like this. I'm not an idiot. [He smacks the folded-up belt against his palm.] But I want you bleeding. Want everyone to know you're spoken for when they pull down your ugly fucking pants.
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[That's not hard to understand right? I mean to someone as smart as Roman it probably isn't. That's what Victor was thinking. Seems like it worked out pretty well, especially when he catches sight of the belt.
The promise. The reason behind it.
Victor grinds down against the bed.]
You could cut me up. They'd know.
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[He cracks the belt down hard across Victor's ass.]
And you're my things. My fucking property. [Another hit, harder than the first.] You're not a Dominant. Not a top. [Another.] You're a little fuckhole who needs to be put in his place. [Another.] Should cut a line down your throat myself, show them all who the real Submissive is.
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Digging his fingers into the bed, he pants wetly, trying to steady his breathing, and not come in four seconds.]
Fuck- yeah, what I fucking deserve. Cut my throat, Roman, nn.
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Yes- sorry, thank you
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Good. There's a good boy. [He gives his cock a few more light pats with the belt, more a tease than anything.] You want to be Daddy's good boy, don't you?
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Yeah, I wanna be good, fuck, I do. [He keeps himself down, plaint and exposed for the belt. There's a twitch in his legs, an urge to close them but it's easy to fight down. Looking over his shoulder, Victor finds Roman, the belt still tightly in his hands.]
Want to be good for daddy.
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Then you'll be a good boy and tell Daddy whenever you so much as scratch your balls in front of someone, won't you? [A hit across the thighs comes after, nice and hard.]
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I fuckin' promise.
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