thethespacecoyote:

Done as part of a collab with @hyperiontrashbin!

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“You really thought I’d be that easy to take down, huh?” Jack chuckled right in front of his desk, working the jet black crop over in his gloved hands. “You could just come along and overthrow the big guy, huh? A little upstart like you?”

Rhys remained on his knees, mouth moving only to lick the skin of his dry, bloody lips. His eyes remained defiant, even as they glistened with unwilling tears—though Jack hand’t got him full-on crying yet, he’d managed to squeeze out a bit through the lashing of his crop. Rhys’ body was covered with marks and bruises now, from his bare thighs all the way up to his chest and shoulders. He looked perfect, especially where the yellow of the lingerie Jack’d forced him in stained red.

“Hopefully now you’ve learned your place…though if you need a little more help, I wouldn’t mind taking a crack at you again.” Jack snapped the stem of the crop against his palm, the walls of his office reverberating with the sharp noise. Rhys flinched at the sound, as if expecting a blow. Jack only laughed.

“Good, Rhysie. You’re figuring it out. It’ll  be much easier for you if you respect daddy from here on out.” Jack leaned back against his desk, pushing his feet off the floor to sit atop it. He kept his thighs spread, pointing the crop down until the tip touched the side of Rhys’ cheek. “Now up, sugar. Show me how sorry you are.”

Jack had already screwed Rhys once, just after he’d bound his wrists, collared his neck, and snapped the lingerie onto him. The evidence still dripped down his thighs as he pushed himself shakily to his feet without use of his hands. Jack leaned back against the desk, watching with a smirk as Rhys eased himself up. Jack lead him forward with the movement of the crop, sliding it from the other CEO’s cheek to his chin as Rhys hobbled closer.

“Beautiful. You’re doing wonderful, pumpkin.” Jack set the crop besides him on the desk, instead grabbing for the end of Rhys’ lead and pulling him even closer. “Don’t be too beat up about this. Every CEO worth his salt is gonna have to learn to deal with…setbacks.”

Rhys’ lip twitched as Jack pulled him closer, until he stood between his spread legs, close enough to kiss. Jack quickly closed the meager distance between them, tasting Rhys’ bloodied mouth as his legs curled around Rhys’ waist, brushing up against the limp lace of the lingerie. He reached down with his other hand to pluck at the silky straps laid tight around Rhys’ skin, finally drawing a hiss of pain from him as he snapped it back against his flayed hip.

“You really are prettiest like this…” Jack murmured as his fingers slid to Rhys’ crotch, pleased to find his cock half-hard. A-hah. He didn’t hate this as much as he seemed, then.

“You ever considered giving up this whole Atlas game, sugar, and working for me? You’d be such a wonderful pet,” Jack hissed, amused when he saw Rhys’ eyes grow wide. With horror or consideration, it didn’t matter. Jack worked his fingers harder against Rhys’ cock, bringing it fully hard.

“Think about it,” Jack purred against the other CEO’s cracked lips as he stroked him off. “Who knows, this might help convince you.”