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"Apologies, did I make you wait long? Give me just a couple more minutes and I will be with you"
Dottore was a perfect picture of obedience, that is if one ignores to look at the chains rendering him the ground's captive, at the corset forcing his posture to stay straight, the collar forcing his head to look down. There was not much space for him to wiggle around, even as he heard more than a pair of shoes walk into the room. It was humiliating, and in his current mindset, he did not find much fault with the situation. All he was aware of is all-consuming lust.
Pantalone watched Dottore fidgetting. Dottore was always loud in his death threats. He was feared in their headquarters for his insanity, revered for his genius and many fantasized about just how good he would be in bed. It was only natural he would be good when he knew the human body so intimately, in Pantalone's opinion his knowledge is what makes him such a pleasuring servant. Not that taming him was easy, but Pantalone went against the archons, what is a mere human regardless of how extraordinary they are.
"Yes put it right there, my disobedient pet broke my last gramophone, and it was priceless too" Pantalone shakes his head, talking naturally to the officer holding his newest machine, ignoring the way the officer kept oggling Dottore who was settled perfectly at the heart of his chambers. "Don't break it now, or else you will be disciplined as well" Pantalone kept his smile on, his tone held a warning and a promise. It took the officer a moment to comprehend the implications of what was said. He was flustered and he hastily put the Gramophone carefully in place before he bowed and ran out of the room. "Now then pet, have you been behaving yourself?"
Dottore was drooling, his breathing was irregular, and he could only hear as his eyes were blindfolded. He was hypersensitive and light-headed. Goosebumps spread across his skin as he felt Pantalone's hand, he would've flinched if he could. Still, moments later he was sagging in his bindings, he spent the whole morning anticipating someone to walk in, straining his ears for the slightest of sounds. Yesterday had Pantalone working too late into the night to get anything more done, and so Dottore came back early in the morning for his fundings, only to be played like the notes of a seductive violin solo.
Pantalone took one look at him in the morning and without sparing any further thought, he was threatened into chains and bondage. It was all executed so swiftly that Dottore couldn't help but feel like Pantalone had it all planned since yesterday. His arms were strung behind his back, carefully tucked into a velvet blue armbinder, which was then chained to a hidden hook in the ground. He was gagged, fitted into a corset and a silvery cock cage. The unnerving part was how gentle Pantalone was about it all as if he knew that his gentleness threw Dottore off-balance.
He thoroughly prepared his asshole before gently nudging a glassy dildo inside. Dottore was stuck to the ground, kneeling as he watched Pantalone get ready for the day. Right before he went out, the banker placed a blindfold over his eyes, Dottore instantly became hyperaware of his surroundings, especially when he felt a velvety collar being wrapped around his neck. He was breathing too fast and the collar was too tight. "There, you look all pretty and ready for me when I get back. Worry not, you are a sight for sore eyes, after all, I own nothing but the best, and it would be a waste for me not to dress you in priceless jewels." Pantalone leaned in and bit Dottore's lower lip "The choker is tight enough to let you take shallow breaths, you can take that. After all, you are best when you are dizzy and lightheaded, you become so pliant and your thoughts become so surface level." Dottore could not see, but he could picture Pantalone's sinister smile, his eyes shining with sadistic delight. The banker tapped fondly at Dottore's cheek, and then he walked out.
Dottore's mind became loud in the absence of visual distractions, there was the constant worry that Pantalone didn't lock the door, that anyone could walk and see him presented like an expensive attraction. That thought was soon all he could think about, his dick was growing harder and the scenarios growing wilder. He was imagining Pantalone bringing people into the room, showing them his priceless positions, poking and prodding at Dottore to show off all the gems encrusted in his bindings. The lack of oxygen was getting to his brain and all he could spare energy for was his hearing, listening for -what felt like forever- a sign of life.
The numbingly cold hand pressed against his nape brought him back to the present. Pantalone leaned close enough that Dottore could feel his breath against his cheek. Another hand carded through his hair, "You have such a distinctive hair color, I think the officer from earlier could easily tell who you were" Dottore took as deep a breath as could, desperate noise echoed through the room, muffled by his gag.
"Your body could use some more directions, I'll be getting you pierced next time, I have the perfect gems to decorate these perky nubs" Dottore was dizzy, his brain half processing most of what was being said. In his haze, he shuffled closer to Pantalone, his arms straining against the chain. "How impatient, but I suppose this is a record for you, go on then, show me how you'll service my cock"
Pantalone summoned a chair and sat back on it, watching with great pleasure how Dottore was shaking his ass like a desperate bitch. He was clinging to the dildo as much as he could in his haze, slowly riding it and moaning wretchedly from the pleasure and continuous edging. His cage was shining with leaking precum and Pantalone chuckled, as he leaned back down and played with Dottore's nipples. He could imagine Dottore's eyes widening then closing in pleasure, after all the other was a masochist and a little rough treatment was nothing but an appetizer.
Pantalone unchained Dottore's arm with a flick of his fingers and then stood up, watching amused as the other faceplanted the carpeted floor. "You become so pathetic like this, it is so funny, makes me want to see just how desperate can you get" He unbuckled his belt and then stroke Dottore's ass a few times, pushing the dildo fully back into the other's ass. "You're so cold, and pale. I like some color and warmth you know, I know just the thing"
Dottore was off-balance, with his cheek resting against the ground, and Pantalone standing at his back with such ominous words. Before he could prepare himself, he felt the first strike. It hurt and before he realised it he was groaning loud into the gag. There was a moment of clarity in which he cursed Pantalone, his words never fully formed, but soon after he could feel the banker's hand caressing the hurt away. Unconsciously he started pushing against the hand, his whole being reveling in the warmth spreading from where he was hit and the numbness with the gentle touch.
Pantalone wanted to rip the blindfold out of Dottore's face, after all, who wouldn't want to see those intelligent eyes dulling, knowing he was the reason behind it. It is such a power rush, he cracked the belt across Dottore's ass again, alternating between pain and caresses until Dottore was drooling again. "There you go, now it's all red and warm," he said as he kneaded at the other's cheeks, spreading them and watching the dildo peeking out "Go on pet, push it out if you want release" The scientist wasted no time pushing the toy out, because to Dottore's current mindset, Pantalone's words were absolute.
The toy fell to the floor with a soft thud, and without further theatrics, Pantalone pushed in, thrusting into the warm hole up to the hilt. He could feel the warmth of the ass cheeks against his pelvic skin. "What were you thinking about all alone hm?" He grabbed the armbinder's chain and lifted Dottore enough till he was almost flush against his clothed chest. With one hand, he reached for the other's nipple, and the other busied itself with teasing the caged cock. "Perhaps you were thinking about how you would be seen? Go on nod your head if yes"
Dottore didn't hesitate in nodding, what use would there be to futile resistance, not when Dottore was feeling this good, his head so blissfully empty? Pantalone just watched him satisfied, "oh you are so easy to tame pet," he said as he slowed his thrusting, focusing on playing with the other's nipple a bit more. The banker says that a lot, he likes to humiliate Dottore by making him feel like he is so easy, but both of them are aware that the mad scientist is anything but.
"You know, your hair color is so distinctive I am sure the officer knew exactly who it was I had objectified into a pretty decoration" Pantalone reached for the lock on the cage and busied his lips with leaving marks all over Dottore's neck. "Did you want him to stay and watch? are you even sure he left?". Dottore was sure that they were the only two left in the room, after all, Pantalone is too possessive of him to allow anyone to see his true face, but still just imagining it was enough to have his breath hitching.
"He could be standing there, stroking his dick to your pathetic face, a mere officer jerking above you, seeing you all desperate for release like a drugged slut, and worse is you are not even drugged" Pantalone's thrusts were picking up pace, and Dottore was muttering unintelligible words that the banker could guess were pleas for release. "Are you begging me slut? you want to show your pathetic cumming face even when a soldier is watching you?"
Dottore was nodding frantically, there was no use keeping his pride in front of Pantalone, not when the other knew just how to strip him of everything. He kept trying to say please, cursing the gag for getting in the way. He was just too turned on, it was torture to be this stimulated with no way to relieve it, he was going mad as it kept eluding him. "Such a horny bitch Dottore" his voice was a whisper in the scientist's ear, and then he swiftly unlocked and took the cage off "If you cum before me I will punish you even worse, remember your lab's funds are under my control slut."
Dottore nodded again, pleas once again muffled by his gag. The moment the cage was off it was taking all of his remaining consciousness to not cum, especially with Pantalone thrusting into him so perfectly. Yet, the moment he felt his ass warming up, he could no longer hold it back and before he knew it, he was cumming.
Pantalone just watched the doctor with a fond smile. "Oh sweet pathetic pet, I just warned you, it's almost like you want to be punished." He took the gag and blindfold off, and shoved the glass dildo between the other's lips, thrusting it into his mouth lazily. "You have no control over your own body you see, this is why you leave all the control to me" he took the dildo out, and in one move shoved it back into the other's ass. "Well then, since you are clearly fond of being a pleasure slave, we'll go to my office, where you will be shoved under the desk and keep my cock warm until I am done with work. Your punishment will come after."
There was no question or asking for permission, only a locking of eyes and peaceful resolution. Dottore's mind was blank and empty of any thoughts, he needn't worry about the archons and their plans, not when all he needed was Pantalone's orders.