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Rhys opened his eyes to darkness. His lips, stretched wide and glistening, were parted by the ball gag strapped to his face, blindfold across his eyes, with the rest of his body in shackles at his wrists, neck and feet. His arms were pulled up and together, but his legs were bent and spread, suspended by something, in the air. Despite his nakedness, Rhys felt warm; but above all he felt so exposed. The brunette tugged at his restraints desperately, but they weren’t budging, he was at the complete mercy of his unidentified captor. The hacker registered a softness against his back that he could only assume was a bed. As his vulnerability sank in, the 25-year-old began to struggle, body trembling as his panic mounted, strangled whimpers escaping his throat.
“Woah there, Cupcake. I’m gonna need you to calm down if you want that blindfold off.” Rhys stilled. He knew that voice. He's heard it over the PA system every day for well over 3 years; it's a voice he's looped on repeat in his private, guilty moments; the voice that sets him off like a live-wire, it has his thighs quivering, dick twitching, and leaves his trembling lips gasping for air. “Think you can do that for me Sweethear-t?” the voice purred, and Rhys just melts against the sheets, moaning softly in relief. Blood swiftly shifted from Rhys’ head and pooled in his cock, making the muscle stretch and stand at attention. “Oh wow, you settled right down didn’t you, baby-boy? What a reaction. That’s good, keep listening to old Jackie boy and you just might live longer. Depends on my mood.” There was a sadistic underlining to the cheerfully spoken words. It solidified Rhys’ assessment that, the man would gladly kill him, given any excuse. “I’d hate to waste such a pretty face.” Despite the alarm bells ringing in the younger male’s head, he couldn’t help the way his body shuddered in pleasure as warm, calloused fingers grasped hold of his chin. “Shh it’s okay, Daddy’s gotcha.” The voice cooed, fingers reaching behind his head till suddenly Rhys’ sight was returned and he found himself face to face with the infamous Handsome Jack.
‘Oh my god, it’s really Handsome Jack.’ Rhys whimpered softly, hips swaying side to side in a futile attempt to rubs his thighs together, to give his aching cock some relief. Between hearing his idol’s voice and seeing him so close, after breathing the same air, Rhys knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He was right on the brink, and if his captor so much as twitched, Rhys would be shooting off like a rocket.
Jack slid his amused gaze away from his unwitting captive’s erection. The Hyperion Overlord was surprised at the reaction, if nothing else; it was fucking hilarious if he was being honest. He locked his naturally heterochromic irises with Rhys’ engineered ones. “Boo.” He husked.
Rhys jolted awake, crying out into the empty apartment as he came into his sleeping pants, a death grip around his Handsome Jack body-pillow as he rutted against the plush surface. Every muscle tensed until he was spent, and he sagged against his bedcovers, turning onto his back. His chest heaved as bleary eyes struggled open, brain trying to unscramble from the intense wet-dream. ‘Fuck, that was so hot.’ Rhys allowed himself a short moment to bask in the afterglow, his alarm’s blaring all but white noise as he revisited his fantasy. Finally, Rhys swung his bionic arm out and shut off his Hyperion branded alarm clock. Throwing back his Hyperion comforter, he hefted himself out of bed and pulled on his Hyperion bathrobe. Rhys yawned wide, stretching and cracking his joints before ambling along to the bathroom. On his way, the Hyperion worker passed by his numerous Handsome Jack posters, figurines and other merchandise. The young adult was a little more than obsessed with the narcissistic CEO.
After brushing his teeth, Rhys bid good morning to a photo of Handsome Jack’s smirking face, kissing the image reverently before stripping for the rest of his morning routine. Naturally, he threw a wink its way. Bypassing the shower, Rhys wondered over to his closet and pulled out his uniform, grimacing at the offending material as he felt his mood drop several levels. “I still can’t believe I’m the janitor now… at least that asshole’s dead though. Stupid Assquez.” Rhys scowled, muttering bitterly to himself as he threw the overalls on his bed. He reached deeper into the closet and his mood flipped once again in the positives. “Hey you.” He purred, drawing out the mannequin and hauling it onto his armchair. “You’re going to make me forget all about that stupid ‘promotion’ aren’t you, big boy.” He purred, stroking the Handsome Jack mask tenderly as he straddled the doll’s thighs, bracing himself with his bionic hand on the back of the chair. Reaching for his drawer, Rhys pulled out his strawberry scented lube (it was the same smell as Jack’s hair gel) and warmed some in his flesh hand.
Rhys reached behind himself and slid two slickened fingers up his ass, stretching himself just enough for his satisfaction. The horny male greedily squeezed more lube onto his slim fingers before he reached between him and the mannequin, to palm over the large strap on. Rhys had almost orgasmed on the street when he caught sight of this product in the shop window 2 years ago. The ‘Jackpot’, appropriately labelled for the rumor of being mass-produced after Handsome Jack had gotten a mould of his cock done, thanks to an alcohol fuelled dare. It was by all rights, Rhys’ most treasured possession, right next to the coffee mug he had swiped off of Handsome Jack’s desk. Rhys sighed contentedly as he sunk over the thick dildo, pleasant tingles shooting up his spine as he counted each protruding vein. Slowly the brunette began to ride the silicone toy, angling his hips just so, mind turning to mush with every brush against his prostrate. Rhys surged forward and planted a sloppy kiss over the mask’s lips, legs beginning to quake with fatigue as his motions became more haphazard and desperate. His orgasm crashed over him almost as powerfully as his fantasy had, and Rhys could do nothing but throw his head back and scream Jack’s name before slumping forward against the mannequin’s stiff torso.
After a few moments had passed; Rhys stood on shaky legs and stumbled back, making his way to the bathroom for a well needed shower. After he got out, the leggy brunette cleaned up his sex doll and got dressed for work, kissing one of his posters on the way out the door. Whipping out his phone, Rhys dialled Vaughn and Yvette, securing his Hyperion issued air-pods before shoving his phone into his pocket. “Hey guys, I just left, I’ll be there in 10.”
“Dude, you need to get your ass over here pronto, the object of your extremely disturbing obsession is actually in the building for once.” Vaughn snickered.
Rhys’ heart fluttered at the knowledge; suddenly he couldn’t wait to get to work. “I’m not obsessed.” He rolled his eyes at his friend’s teasing, put out. Sure he was, he just didn't like it being pointed out.
“You definitely are. We’ve been to your apartment. Is there a surface other than the floor that our boss’ face isn’t on?” Yvette chuckled. Rhys pouted as he heard them ‘hi-five’ in the background.
“That is all Hyperion issued merch.” He pointed out, petulant.
“Doesn’t mean you had to buy it.” Yvette pointed right back.
“Maybe they are; but is the ‘Jackpot’?” Vaughn almost threw up a little in his mouth, saying it. That was more than about his friend than he ever wanted to know. Vaughn shuddered in horror at the memory.
“The what?” Yvette’s tone was sharp and curious.
“It’s his-” Vaughn was quickly cut off.
“-We are not talking about this. Change the subject.” The brunette groaned, wanting the conversation to be on literally anything else. He really hated the fact that Vaughn was with him that fateful day; the dude would never let him live it down.
“Fine, but you know I’m just gonna ask him after you hang up right?” Rhys just sighed. “Fine, fine. Anyway, it seems to be some kind of event. This might be your chance to actually meet the guy.”
Rhys’ stomach tightened at the thought, but then reality sunk in. “Guys I don’t have the same standing you do anymore, I’m the ‘help’ now.” His tone was defeated and forlorn. ‘This might have been my only chance to truly meet him, it’s not something that happens all the time.’ Generally, anyone who came face-to-face with Handsome Jack in the real world, ended up taking a dirt nap.
“Hey, have some hope my dude, he’s recruiting people for something. You should just pop by and say you’re interested. But don’t actually sign on cause that’s gonna be insta-death.” Vaughn warned. “Just talk to the guy so that we don’t have to hear you whining about you missing your ‘chance’ for the rest of our lives.”
They all hung up then, and Rhys stared at his phone, contemplatively. ‘What do I have to lose.’ He thought, before grinning and half running the rest of the way to HQ. ‘Holy Skag-trap, I’m going to speak to Handsome Jack today.’
~*~
It had been a fairly successful recruitment session as far as Jack was concerned. He was worried they’d have to pull some lowlifes off Pandora to get this shit done, but no. Thanks to his brilliant idea of ‘trimming the fat’ on the Helios, they had managed to coerce a decent amount of people into the program, and it wasn’t even 9am yet. Jack patted himself on the back. ‘I’m a motherfucking genius.’
~*~
Rhys sighed dejectedly as he mopped the cafeteria floor. The day had gone nothing according to plan. The brunette had been so excited to meet his idol, but by the time he had arrived, it turned out the man had already finished choosing candidates and was on his way out the building, having left to the experimental grounds. Now, the building was empty save for the few workaholics that lingered to stay on top of their Handsome Jack certified workload. If Rhys wasn’t so obsessed with the King among men, he’d have quit right after getting this shit ‘promotion.’ But Hyperion was all Rhys had ever known, it was Handsome Jack’s kingdom, and Rhys would rather lose his last arm than leave it.
Rhys sighed again, drowning himself in the sounds of his most depressing playlist; and it was for this reason that he didn’t hear self-assured footsteps headed his way. Rhys jumped when he felt a tap on the shoulder. Scrambling to pull out his headphones, the brunette spun around and faced the person who had startled him.
“Hey, you’re actually kind of cute.” Jack blinked, tilting his head to the side as his dual-coloured orbs slid over the good-looking janitor. “What’s a cutie like you doing mopping floors? Especially with specs like that.” Jack gestured to Rhys’ arm and eye.
“Uhh.” Rhys’ brain had short circuited. The younger man stared dumbly at the Hyperion CEO, mouth hanging open unattractively.
“I asked you a question, Cupcake.” Jack snapped. He was never one for patience. 'Can't even answer a damn question. Maybe that's why the idiot's stuck in clean-up duty.'
Rhys jolted at the nickname, brain flashing to his earlier fantasy and painting his cheeks red. “Sorry sir, Handsome Jack sir… uhh oh right! Well I, my name is um it’s Rhys; I was demoted cause of an asshole who didn’t like me, that you killed funnily enough, so thank you for that. Sorry I didn’t respond earlier, I uhh I’m just a really big fan of yours, Handsome Jack sir… Um, was I in your way before or did you want me to do something for you? I’ll gladly do anything you want, honestly anything-” Rhys had thrown any semblance of intelligence he possessed, right out the window. Funnily enough it landed right next to his self-respect.
“Shh, stop talking.” Jack covered Rhys’ mouth with a firm hand, ignorant of the fact that in doing so, Rhys may never wash his face again. Rhys whimpered. “Good boy.” Rhys whimpered again. Jack cocked a brow at that but pushed aside his curiosity for the moment. “You’ll do anything I want, huh Dollface? Of course, you would; you’re Hyperion, not some Pandoran shitstain.” He hummed, changing his grip to bruisingly grasp the younger-male's chin and tossed Rhys’ face from side to side. “Real nice bone structure.” The man gave a sharp wolf whistle.
Rhys gave a shaky smile, not sure if he was allowed to speak. ‘Holy Lord of Loader-bots, Handsome Jack is touching me. I am screaming internally. Don’tgethard, don’tgethard, don’tgethard…’ Rhys tried to keep his eyes on Jack's, but he couldn't help his dazed gaze settling resolutely on those thin, perfect lips. Rhys had to hold back a shudder of longing as he felt the heat from Jack body radiate and blanket over his. They were standing so close together.
“Think you can spare a Handsome Overlord some time, Dollface; Daddy needs to vent.” Jack then promptly let go of Rhys’ face, leaving the starry-eyed boy to lean heavily against his mop for support, legs like jelly. “I usually have people I can scream at- or airlock- but after today’s failed experiment, Hyperion’s numbers are down a smidge and I decided to let my rage simmer a day. Which didn’t really work out, cause I kinda killed my PA? And now I gotta to find a replacement, and urgh that’s just more work; and I already run a company, I don’t have time for that shit, y’feel me, Cupcake?” Rhys just nodded, a specific part of his anatomy twitching at the thought of how much he would just love to feel Jack. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re a great listener Sweetcheeks?” Rhys shook his head in the negative. Jack whistled low, head shaking in mock pity and that perfect face twisted into a sarcastic pout. “What. A. Shame.” He enunciated. He grinned then. “Feel like getting promoted, Sugar Plum?”
Rhys blanked and just blurted out words without thought. “Last time I got ‘promoted’ I dropped from Head of Security to Head of Janitorial.” Jack's eyes narrowed in a flash and Rhys turned a stark shade of white. ‘Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I think I just sassed THE Handsome Jack.’ Rhys opened his mouth to apologise, backtrack, basically grovel and beg forgiveness, but the CEO was already talking.
“You were Head of Secuirty? What the fuck, why don’t I know you?” Jack knew each of his Chairmen personally; he kept close tabs so that he knew who to space when they fucked up.
“Uhh.” Rhys froze; he accidentally lied to one of the Founders and current Leader of Hyperion, the man known to headshot more important people for far, far less. “Not… technically? Uhh, Vasquez, the asshole you killed -again, thank you- spaced Henderson, who you probably know, sir, ‘cause he was Department Head for-” Rhys got cut off.
“-7 years, I’m aware, keep it rolling, Sunshine. Oh, and call me Jack.” It was an order, not a request; like everything the older man said.
“Yes s-Jack.” Rhys gulped, nodding his headed. Jack shot the twitchy janitor a winning smile, lips curving sinisterly at the telling blush burning on the younger male’s face. “Uhh… right. So; before the whole spacing I was pretty much in place to become next Head, and Henderson wanted to speak to me about a promotion but, Assquez was there instead, in all his dumbass, gloating assholery.” Rhys words had turned bitter then and he tightened his grip on the mop-handle. “He showed me Henderson’s floating corpse and then I got assigned to Janitor position… I worked so hard for that promotion…” Rhys trailed off, gritting his teeth. ‘I did so many things I wasn’t proud of… Vaughn and Yvette too… it’s not fair.’ Rhys shook the anger off him and sighed; there was nothing to be done now, as a janitor, no one gave him a second glance. People in power viewed him as a threat and he was just forced to keep this lowly position, he had no way to rise up; he’d have to kill half the board members, and that just wasn’t feasible. More importantly, it would cause Jack trouble.
Jack had stared unblinkingly at the leggy twink, wondering whether he had stumbled upon a gold mine that may end up turning this shitty day into something significantly less shitty. “Come with me.” He ordered, ominously. The man didn’t spare the stunned janitor a glance, turning on his heel towards his private elevator. As soon as Rhys managed to snap out of it, he scrambled to catch up, not wanting to keep his idol waiting.