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Gavin wakes up to the smell of coffee and his partner missing from their bed. His heart gives an anxious thump at thinking he's overslept before remembering he'd asked for an extra day off in case of a hangover. He sighs and blinks into the late morning light, taking a few minutes to get his bearings before starting on his usual morning routine.
He steps back out the bathroom, hair wet and a towel draped over his shoulders when Reed spots a new addition to the room that wasn't there when he left. He pulls the towel up to dry off his hair, walking over to check out the piece of paper resting on their bed. He picks it up and unfolds it to read...
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My Love
I promised you a day of pain and humiliation, I plan to deliver it.
Do not expect me to go easy on you.
Any resistance will be met with violence.
Any disobedience will result in disciplinary action.
You will be allowed three breaks to smoke, choose them wisely.
You will not do anything without my permission.
This will not end until I say so.
Wear something appropriate as my Bitch if you wish to proceed.
RK900
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Gavin's heart is thumping hard in his chest with nerves and excitement by the end, light tremors running down his hands as he sets the note back down on the mattress. Cheeks still burning hot from the two stupid fucking words at the beginning. He didn't expect this so soon and the fact Nines left him a note means he's not fucking around, the android usually only leaves one for serious roleplay.
He sits on their bed, mind completely absent as he continues rubbing at his hair before getting up to drop the towel into their hamper. Gavin bites down on his still bruised lip and turns to face their chest of drawers. He's breathing hard as he opens the handle to go through lingerie, hand falling on a red G string and he slips it on before digging through their toy chest. Gavin finds what he's looking for, a brown leather dog collar Nines had bought for him with the word BITCH on the tag. Reed's not big on collars, the latch can get caught on the leather if someone's being choked with it and then they're fucked. Same problem with belts... But it suits today.
Gavin walks into the the living room, stomach tight with a good kind of anxiety and checks himself in the mirror by their door. Throat still bruised beneath the collar, bitten lip and random bite marks all over... Turning he can still see the healing marks from where Nines struck him with the single tail on that night and when his eyes fall to the scar on his thigh, he can't help but nervously grope at it as he looks toward the occupied kitchen. He can hear Nines moving around in there... He knows the moment he enters like this, in a slutty pair of panties and a dog collar that things will be set in stone.
He hovers outside the doorway, eyes glued to the threshold separating carpet from tile and his heart skips a beat in fear when his partner looks to him. Nines is wearing his full uniform, minus his shoes but with black socks. The android doesn't acknowledge him yet, he hasn't stepped into the room which means Reed can still change his mind. Gavin vaguely wonders if he'll even get breakfast, he doubts it... And if he does, his partner will find some way to make it unpleasant or difficult.
Reed pulls in a deep breath, screwing up his nose and steps into the kitchen with an involuntary nervous shiver. He walks up to the table and stands there, jaw clenched and swallows hard. Nines turns around and looks over him, face expressionless as he sets down a cup of coffee and a single piece of buttered toast. Gavin frowns at the offering and is hesitant to do anything, wondering what the catch is.
Nines just looks at him, face blank. Gavin's fingers twitch by his side before going to reach toward it and immediately gets slapped on the hand for it. It's not hardest but it stings and the sudden move makes him flinch. He instinctively goes to snap at Nines "What the f-!"
His sentence is cut off by Nines smacking him across the face this time, harder and without a word. Gavin scowls at the android. Nines just stares back, arms folded again and eyes cold. Reed exhales in annoyance and looks back to the table as he remembers the note You will not do anything without my permission.
Gavin huffs and rolls his eyes, forcing out the words. "...Can I eat?"
"Yes." It's all he gets and Nines turns around to clean up parts of their kitchen as Gavin eats.
He's on edge for every bite and sip of his breakfast but it's all still a little too... basic? He'd been expecting Nines to do some serious shit to him, yet he's just stuck in their kitchen, eating toast in a pair of panties. Not the worst thing in the world by far. There's a pit in Gavin's stomach when he decides to ask "Why'd you let me eat...?"
Nines speaks without looking at him, reply bare minimum."Starving you isn't part of my plan."
Gavin slowly chews his food and when he's finished his coffee, both plate and mug are taken away to be cleaned. He feels kinda off. Not his usual sense of humiliation just... He's not sure. There's usually a bit of banter, poking and teasing... Now he's just sitting in a lingering silence that has his hairs stuck on end. It's like the calm before a storm.
Reed anxiously jogs his knee until the android turns round and walks up to him. Nines snags a finger behind his collar as he continues past and Gavin stumbles sideways out of his chair, nearly falling over. He groans low in his throat at the pressure over his choke bruise and Nines drags him into the living room before shoving him down onto the floor. Gavin's glares up at him, neck throbbing as his partner sits down on the couch. Nines points to the ground in front of his feet. "Move."
Reed goes to stand and the android immediately gets up to force him back to his knees again before smacking him across the face. It's even harder than the last and his cock gives a twitch at the pain. Nines grabs a hold of his face hard enough to lock his teeth together.
Grey eyes stare him down. "Did I give you permission to stand?"
Reed waits, face still scrunched up and the android repeats. "Did I?"
He huffs angrily and forces out. "No."
Nines flicks his wrist to the side and Gavin's cheeks are sore from the pressure as his partner sits back down, pointing to the ground. Reed scowls at the floor, cheeks hot as he crawls in front of him and Nines pushes him round like a thing until he's parallel with the couch.
Gavin inhales sharply as weight is rested onto his back, face burning at that fucker using him for a footstool. He digs his nails into the carpet and stares at the ground, grinding his teeth. He lets out an annoyed grunt in the back of his throat and has the wind knocked out of him as Nines heel jams into his back.
"Shut up."
Gavin hunches his shoulders and his head drops down, back aching at the blow. He hears the tv click on and tries to tilt his head a little see before getting a smack over the back of the head for it. Reed huffs as his cock starts to fill out and tents the lace covering it. He can listen to the television at least and there's a twisting of arousal marbled embarrassment as Nines adjusts his legs on his back, crossing them over each other. His partner lets out a pointed content sigh and Gavin's cheeks burn.
His knees get sore after a while, as well as the heels of his palms, but every time he tries to adjust his position Nines lays another kick into his spine. God, he wants a fucking smoke but he can't give up one already... Nines said three, that's all he's getting. Gavin sucks in a deep breath and sighs at the carpet, nicotine cravings poking around in the boredom. He wishes the guy would put on something other than the news at least.
Gavin's not sure how long he's been stuck like this, but it's worn at his spirit a little. He scratches a nail at the carpet fibers until Nines makes a sound that jolts him back to full awareness. A quiet huff from his nose and his partner's legs shift to lay across his shoulders and the small of his back. The thought of what Nines might be doing has his cock throbbing and Reed swallows hard, wanting to look up. He does and Gavin's stomach fizzes at the view of Nines jerking himself off.
He watches, breathing hard as Nines slowly shifts the legs laying across his back with a purposeful groan that Reed knows the fucker doesn't usually make while just getting himself off. The android notices him looking and before a second has passed, Gavin's receiving a slightly wet smack from the same hand that had been wrapped round his partner's dick moments before.
Reed's cheek and ear sting with heat and he grumbles out a barely audible "Prick..."
Nines obviously hears him though because he receives another kick in the spine with the android's heel, it hurts. "Yes, I'm here RK800... No, I just wasn't expecting my furniture to distract me from your video feed... Yes. Now, please continue... One more... Good boy."
Reed huffs in annoyance hearing that, he knows Nines only said it out loud so he'd know exactly what his partner was up to. Watching that plastic prick get himself off or whatever... Fuck. He hates the fact that it only turns him on more. His partner jerking off over live porn of that bitch while he just sits here, propping the fucker's legs up while he pumps his dick to it. Stupid kink twisted mind. Gavin hardly even wants to admit to himself he's put out at not being called a good boy for his services when Connor's probably doing jackshit. He deserves the praise, being stuck here for fuck knows how long.
A sensually deep inhale and exhale from his partner pulls Reed from his thoughts and sends a bolt of arousal through him. He can't help but wonder what the hell Nines is watching him do... Jerk off? Fuck himself? Gavin spends the whole time with his face hot and cock hard at the blows to his self worth, feeling the slight rhythmic judder of Nines jerking off traveling along the androids leg and to his back. He wishes he could watch at least.
Gavin's dick aches at the real sound of Nines' hitched sigh as he comes and the way the android digs a heel into his spine, bowing it down, has Reed whining low in his throat. The legs disappear off his back and Nines is yanking at his hair. Gavin hardly has time to realize he's moved before slick fingers are being smeared over his face, he leans away and Nines only rubs harder. The hand goes over his hair and Reed groans indignantly, cock hard as the android wipes his still warm cum off on him.
Nines lets go and Gavin squeezes his thighs together, attempting to get some relief. Bad move. Nines presses a foot into his back, Gavin's arms and legs tremble resisting him until they give way and he's forced flat across the ground. The android stands up and pushes a foot down on his bare ass to grind his cock against the carpet and Reed gasps at the momentary - and slightly painful - relief to his erection before Nines is dragging him up by the collar again. It was only a few seconds of friction and it only leaves him craving more as he's pulled into their bedroom.
He stays kneeling on the floor and his partner's coming back with a black half corset. Nines places it on the bed before stepping up to present his still wet cock, softening in hand.
"Clean me."
Gavin sneers through his teeth. "Fuck you."
Nines smacks him across the face again then turns around. Gavin thinks he's won this exchange even as the android pulls out one of Reed's shirts from a drawer and rubs himself clean on the front - Probably revenge for yesterday. He chucks the shirt on their bed before pulling Gavin up and bends him over to tie on the half corset. It comes up to just below his chest and Gavin groans at how tight Nines pulls it, yanking up him with every tug of the lace back. It restricts his breathing... But what's new there?
Once on, the android stands him up and as Nines pulls his soiled shirt over the top, Gavin realizes the mistake he made refusing to clean off Nines. The android informs him "We're going out."
Gavin balks, face hot. "W-what? I can't go out in this shit!"
Nines smacks him across the face again and Gavin wants to scream at him for it, body shaking at the constant blows to his dignity.
"Yes you can, and you will."
Gavin huffs angrily, biting down on his tongue as the android puts him in a tight pair of jeans over his G-string. He looks over at the time 13:45-ish. Fuck. That asshole had him kneeling on the floor for over two goddamn hours and it's still early to be going out like this. The anger spills into fear and it makes his cock throb. "I can't... I'm hard, people are gonna fucking see!"
Nines looks unfazed and shoves a hand down Reed's pants, pulling his boner up along his thigh then tugs down at his shirt before stepping back. "Keep your shirt low and it shall go unnoticed besides... You hardly have anything to be noticed in the first place."
Gavin's stomach goes tight at the blow to his pride. He's not small, he's average, maybe just above but still... Hearing Nines say that twists a shame into his gut that only fuels the problem he's trying to hide. He hangs his head, cheeks hot at the insult and his partner pulls out a small leather bag from their toy chest that has an unhappy whine escape Gavin's throat. It's not neon colors and whatever, just natural but god, he's already in a fucking corset and now the cunt's gonna put makeup on him.
Reed screws up his face, shame prickling his skin when Nines pulls his head up to apply a light pink lip gloss on him. It's barely noticeable by sight but he can feel it, wet and tacky on his lips. His heart's thumping hard in his chest as the android looks over him and puts the gloss in his pocket.
"If you lick this off I shall reapply it and if you keep doing it Gavin, I will use red so everyone can see what a little whore you are."
Sure enough, Nines reaches in to pick out a cherry red stick and slips it in beside the other. Gavin knows he's gonna have to pay attention to himself cause he'll lick that crap off without even noticing. He's grateful at least that Nines gives his face a once over with a damp cloth to wipe away most of his cum.
They go to the living room and looking in the mirror his face looks fine but brushing a hand through his hair, Gavin can feel where some of the strands have stuck together and his gut twists at the thought of someone recognizing why.
His corset isn't that obvious but his waist is dipped in abnormally, breathing a little limited but it's more prominent at his back where the lace goes down. His cheeks are so fucking red from embarrassment and being slapped, Nines might as well have put blusher on him. Where the android wiped himself off on his shirt isn't visible, but Reed can feel the slight stiffness in the fabric when he touches it. Gavin groans at his reflection, chest aching and his eyes start to sting so he slaps his own face to knock him out of it. Don't cry you fucking pussy, it's just lipgloss and so fucking what if people can see you're wearing a corset... Fuck.... Nines huffs once in amusement and Reed opens his eyes to look at his partner's reflection in the mirror.
"Slapping yourself, saves me the job."
Gavin scowls at him and gulps, touching his collar. "I... I don't have to wear this out do I?"
"Yes."
Gavin's about to complain before Nines forgivingly wraps his throat up in a scarf. It doesn't hide everything though. If someone was at the right angle, they could see the leather peeking out from behind the fabric and Reed pulls his scarf up to cover it as much as he can. He can't take it. "I need to smoke. You said I have three breaks, I need one."
Nines nods "Very well, you may smoke on our way there."
Gavin relishes every drag on his cigarette, hands shaking and staring at the window on their way to... Wherever the fuck that Tincan's taking him. He watches the world go by until Nines pulls up to a grocery store, going all the way to the furthest corner of the parking lot. Gavin's stomach churns at the fact his partner's driven past a fuck ton of empty spaces to park here. He looks around and far away at the entrance where people are walking to their cars, none parked near theirs.
Gavin glares out the window, uneasy "Why are we parked all the fucking way over here?"
Nines shifts over in his seat, looking at him before reaching over to pull away his scarf. Gavin's hand twitches at trying to stop him and the android notices, smacking his hand away without saying a word so Reed makes a faint noise of protest in his throat instead. Nines slips away the scarf to reveal his collar before reaching in the back to pick up a discarded cup from Gavin's last ordered milkshake. He places it in Reed's palm and gestures over to a trash can roughly thirty feet away.
"Go dispose of this correctly."
Gavin pants in distress. "But... But it's the middle of the fucking day everyone will see..."
Nines slaps him across the face, Gavin's cheek flaring up hot and insists, tone flat. "Now."
Reed swallows hard and stares out at the garbage can, fingers brushing over the cup in his hand. He flicks his eyes back to the entrance and feels the safeword bubbling up in his chest. Gavin pushes it back down and psyches himself up instead. He can do this, he just has to be quick. He just has to try and avoid drawing attention to himself... It's just a collar.
He sucks in a few breaths before opening the door and winces at the ting of metal on metal as his collar tag swings on the spot then starts what feels like a million mile walk. His eyes flick over to the entrance, heart thudding as he drops it in. Fear wells up in his chest as someone looks his way for a second but they don't seem to notice the collar around his throat.
Gavin turns around to walk back but Nines is already there, wrapping the scarf back round his neck and Reed tugs it close. He winces when the android grabs hold of his face and reapplies the pink lipgloss out in the parking lot, his heart's palpitating as people still walk past. His shoulder slump in relief when his partner's finished. His cock's still hard and Gavin tugs at the bottom of his shirt again. Nines is right, it's hidden well but there's still arousal muddled horror gripping his chest when he walks through the doors.
It feels like everyone knows... Knows he's wearing a collar with the word BITCH engraved into the tag... Knows he's wearing a whore red G-string beneath his jeans... Knows he's in a corset, laced tight and dipping in his waist... Knows there's android semen on his shirt... Knows he's wearing lipgloss... Knows the weird stiffness in a few locks of his hair is that plastic prick's cum.
It's different to just having his bruises seen, it's a show of the pain he can take. Smug satisfaction at people knowing how fucked up he is and the heavy shit he's into, but this... makeup, lingerie, jizz. It's degrading, shows he's weak, a bitch. Nines' Bitch. His bite marks though, Gavin doesn't mind people seeing those. They're kinky, risky and a little more mainstream... and they're Nines'. They give him that same weirdly warm chill down his spine that his thigh scar does, though not as potent.
He loves people seeing Nines' marks and the shocked looks on their faces, but fucking lipgloss? People'll just laugh at that shit. He'd rather have to walk around this shop with his choke bruise visible than the corset laces patterning up his spine... It still sparks his humiliation kink though, crawls over his skin and makes his cock ache at the thought of being shamed like this.
Nines does most of the shopping and thank fuck he does, because Gavin would be picking up any random crap at this point because he's so distracted. He keeps glancing behind him, sure someones going to see the lace. He thinks a few people do but he can't tell if he's just being paranoid at this point and when Nines speaks, he jumps a little.
"Choose one."
Gavin pulls himself back together and notices he's been biting down on his lips in thought. He fucking stops that right away because he can feel the dry patches of lipgloss but it's too late, Nines pulls the tube out of his pocket and Gavin snatches it from him. Nines gives him a stern look that tells him if they weren't in the store, he would've hurt him badly for that.
Reed sighs. "Just... let me do it at least..."
There's a little flicker of understanding that Gavin didn't just grab it to stop him. "Very well, hurry up."
Gavin looks around and quickly puts it on before anyone can notice then thrusts the pink tube back toward the android. Nines takes it and repeats "Now, choose one."
Oh right. Reed looks at the shelf and frowns at the rows of various canned meat stews. It's an odd thing for them to buy, Nines prefers cooking for him most of the time - When Gavin lets him. "Why?"
Nines smirks. The first thing other than a blank stare or scowl he's gotten all day, it sends a bolt of fear through his stomach and strikes at his groin. The android makes no attempt to lower his voice and Reed hopes no one is in earshot.
"Because you're a bitch Gavin and while I refuse to actually make you eat dog food, this will be the next best thing. So choose one, you'll be having it for dinner."
Gavin's more worried about people hearing Nines than he is about the food itself, who gives a fuck if it's a dog food substitute. It's still normal food so he picks up a can of beef stew mix and drops it in the cart. He keeps getting that prickle on his neck that feels like he's being watched and glances over his shoulder before looking back to see Nines has moved along.
They're at the checkout, Gavin's eyes stuck on that stupid can. It shouldn't bother him, he's had that one before - just as a normal meal - but now it feels... Different and it's almost like the chick at the register somehow knows it's supposed to be degrading. Which is stupid... and he still thinks it. He's still thinking it when she gives him a weird look that has his heart thumping in fear. She leans forward and asks something in a hushed voice that catches him off guard.
"Are you ok? Your lip... Is he abusive to you?"
Gavin hesitates because technically, yes... But it also gets his rocks off. "No..?"
He winces at his voice rising in pitch at the end, turning his answer into a goddamn question and shes looking at him with such sympathy it makes him feel guilty. "Is there anything I can do?"
Gavin clears his throat and shakes his head "No. Really, I'm fine."
She tilts her head to the side, pulling a face of false understanding. "You can't let him treat you like that..."
He opens his mouth to try and explain it away on something else before his blood runs cold as Nines yanks down his scarf to show off his collar tag. "There's no need to worry yourself madam, this is consensual. Isn't it Bitch?"
God he wants to fucking die, he feels like he's gonna be sick, but at the same time the thrill is so thick in his veins at this point Gavin half wants to fall to his knees and finish himself off there on the floor. Just kneel right there on the dirty ground to jerk himself off under the disgusted stares of those around him... Shoving down his pants, showing off his whore underwear, shirt raised up, jizzing all over his corset like a worthless slut. The thought twists his stomach into such tight knots they have his face burning red.
Still, he so badly wants to say no... But if he does, Nines will look like an actual abuser. Gavin swallows another chunk of his pride and the single word is sour on his tongue "...Yes"
The android lets go of his scarf and Gavin's quick to shove it back in place, unable to bring himself to look that girl in the eye. Fuck... What must she think of him? His face is burning when all that comes out of her mouth aside the price for their food is "Oh... Ok."
She sounds so fucking vanilla, he must look like a weak, pathetic freak. Fuck he's hard... All he wants to do is get himself off and on the way Reed dares to ask Nines. "Can I jerk off?"
The android looks over him as he packs their groceries into the trunk. "Is it that unbearable?"
Gavin nods and wishes he hadn't. It's not full power, nowhere near but when Nines backhands him in the crotch it takes his breath away. He chokes on air, leaning a hand against the car and grips his balls with the other through the denim. Nausea swirls in his stomach and Gavin sucks air through his teeth, words weak but laced with venom. "I really fucking hate you..."
Nines continues round to the drivers side. "Is that so?"
After a moment to recover he joins him, cock softened and arousal depleted significantly with only a twist of masochistic joy from getting punched in the balls left to fuel him. Gavin makes note not to ask for that shit again. Nines passes him a bottle of water and orders him to drink it, he's thirsty and does so without question. Reed's stressed and the temptation for another cigarette is crawling around but he grits his teeth refusing to ask, he's sure he'll need one later.
Thankfully he manages a nap on the way home and is grateful that Nines doesn't startle him awake. The guy just gives his shoulder a nudge before starting to take in the food. Gavin's left feeling a little... Useless and just watches at the door, mouth opening to offer help before he shuts it again.
Nines is bringing in the last bag when Reed turns toward their bedroom - toward the bathroom - and his partner's voice stops him in his tracks. "Where do you think you're going?"
Gavin sighs in annoyance and replies in a snarky tone. "I need to piss."
Nines holds the bag down by his side, waiting. "Not without my permission."
Gavin's sighs and his cheeks flare hot at having to ask his partner something he hasn't had to ask since he was a kid, albeit with more profanity. "Can I go to the fucking toilet?"
Nines gives him a mocking half-smile. "You may."
Gavin tuts, mildly embarrassed at the stupid demeaning exchange and goes to do his business now he apparently has permission to do so. He spends extra time lingering in the bathroom, taking the opportunity for a break from Nines. He doesn't know whether he'll get extra crap for ducking out but when he steps back in their kitchen, the android doesn't seem to care all that much.
Reed sets himself down in the same chair as earlier and watches Nines finish unpacking their food, well, his food technically since Nines doesn't eat. Gavin's eyes end up settling on the canned beef stew again. Great... He'll probably never be able to eat that kinda stuff again without thinking about today.
The android walks up to him and Gavin leans back in his seat, expecting some punishment for the length of time he was gone but Nines just pulls him up before leaning Gavin over the table. His partner pushes the shirt up and begins unlacing his corset and Reed sighs in relief as the pressure disappears. Nines orders him. "Get undressed, leave your collar on."
Gavin does as he's told but not before scratching at the indents along his sides, itchy from the corset. He slips his shirt off, corset thankfully gone. He pops his scarf on the table then takes off his pants, G-sting and socks together. It leaves him nude in just a collar but now they're back home, it isn't a problem. The android passes him a black jockstrap and Reed slips it on. They're a step up from slutty panties, that's for sure.
Nines scoops up the clothes and they're taken to their hamper while Gavin sits back down, still technically butt naked on his chair. He yawns and peeks over at the clock,15:30-ish. Reed's only been up around four hours but everything has taken a lot out of him. He itches at his sides again before running a hand over his stubble, scratching his cheek and crosses his arms.
The nap in their car did well to separate the store experience from home and he can almost, almost persuade himself that some poor random girl did not witness their scene. His cheeks flush and he groans to himself, starting to fill out again at the memory before a knock on their door startles him back to awareness.
His hairs stand up on end, the kitchen table being very fucking visible from the front door and he's about to move when Nines comes into view. He gives him a look that tells Reed if he moves an inch he'll regret it and he still fucking regrets it when his boyfriend's happy go lucky fuckface of a twin steps through, also in uniform.
"Hi Nines."