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A while ago, back when Black had asked, Todd told him he wanted handcuffs. Now that they’re finally actually on his wrists, just a hair too snug where Black secured them, cold unrelenting metal, he knows he made the right decision.
Todd is stripped bare on his knees in the center of the room away from the bed, with his hands cuffed behind his back. Where Black arranged him like this: toes to the ground and ass resting on his heels, thighs parted at an angle.
After the cuffs are clicked into place, Black remains standing behind him. When he still hasn’t made any moves, Todd begins to feel an edge of restlessness. Something that starts as an itch in his shoulders.
He hears the rustle of Black—still fully clothed—as he steps in closer behind him.
“Are you fucking stupid? Do you not know who he is?” Black is asking, tone impossibly even but heavy with disdain. Todd feels it weighted like a shot in between his shoulder blades. “The man responsible for the majority of the kickbacks that got the minimum wage increase shot down. And you’re bringing him in for a merger on one of the subsidiaries.”
Todd’s spine goes rigid.
He doesn’t bother asking what he’s talking about or how he heard about it. It seems like Black has his ear to the ground on all matters at all times. It’s a wonder Todd ever caught him unawares.
Black slowly circles around to his front, pausing a beat to stare down at him from a position of superiority, like a statement, an echo of his view on their vastly different ethics. Crouching, he takes Todd’s chin in-between two fingers like a pinch.
“It was just one fucking meeting! Not a marriage proposal. I wasn’t even the one responsible for bringing him in.” Todd argues. His eyes desperately search Black’s face, trapped by Black’s grip, vision jittering. “You haven’t even been to the office in weeks. If you care so much, why haven’t you been around?”
Black cuts him a sharp look that shuts him up.
Todd doesn’t think it’s because he’s inquiring about his whereabouts. While Black is still not forthcoming on what all he gets up to with his brother and their gang of little miscreants, they’re past the point where Todd is expected to be in the dark completely. Sometimes Black even vents, in his own passive way, about something or other one of them said or did, lying in bed with his hand in Todd’s hair. When the person in question is White, it’s with an ever-present affection undercutting the annoyance, something he can’t mask--not with Todd, anyway.
Black reaches behind Todd’s back and draws a line from the base of his neck down his spine until he hits the cuffs where Todd’s wrists sit bound together above his ass. Black gives the chain joining them a little jangle.
He tilts his head at him. “I think you need to seriously rethink some things.”
And then he just waits Todd out. Waiting for some sign of acquiescence that Todd hates having to give in to. Less because he doesn’t agree, but simply because he hates giving in.
It’s only been about twenty minutes in total, but every aching muscle in his back has gone tense, his thigh muscles taut and his feet beginning to tingle with sleep.
Black steps up behind him and gets down low again. Cups Todd’s ass in each hand and feels him up. And no matter that on some level Todd knows that it’s coming, the first stinging slap catches him unexpectedly. He jolts, but the cuffs neatly hold him in place. Black begins spanking him hard, unevenly, and the angle for it is wrong because Todd is still upright.
Black gets one hand up around Todd’s throat from behind so that just his fingertips are resting on the line of his neck from Adam’s apple down to his clavicle. He tightens his grip, using the leverage to bow Todd’s back until the back of his head rests on Black’s shoulder.
“I could keep you on your knees like this for hours,” he says, nosing up behind Todd’s ear. “Until you couldn’t feel a thing in your extremities. You’d need a whole day to recover.”
Todd chokes when Black releases his throat.
Black shoves him over forward onto his knees, supporting his body with the hand he had at his throat so that Todd doesn’t fall on his face, since he can’t catch himself, restrained as he is. Black leans him down so his weight is resting on his shoulders, cheek against the floor.
And then Black’s hands are free.
At the first few blows, Todd’s entire body jerks. They’re open-handed, but already Todd can feel the heat rising from his skin, and he knows Black could beat him bloody if he wanted.
Black is unrelenting, smack after smack, all aimed exactly on the same spots, on the swell of his ass cheeks. So the raised skin and redness will build on top of each other, like the pain is building. Somewhere outside of this, Todd is aware it might hurt more if Black was beating him without a rhythm that he could grow accustomed to, that he’s chosen this method with purpose.
But Todd’s body reacts without his input.
The cuffs bite into his wrists when he struggles. No mercy or resistance, not unlike Black. And they bite deep.
“Fu-uck,” Todd is sobbing, finding his voice but finding it hoarse.
“Look at you,” Black soothes his palm over his ass, and even that stings. “Will you even be able to sit in meetings tomorrow? Or even after, when this fades, will you be able to sit down without thinking about it?”
“Don’t stop yet,” Todd begs.
Black spanks him so hard that it jars what little weight Todd has on his ass. “Don’t worry. I have you.” And he does it like Todd wants it, spanking him unrelentingly, until Todd’s face is as hot and red as his ass and he’s soaked the floor from the tears flowing so hard they’re dripping off his cheeks.
Eventually, Black slows and softens until they’re just little stinging blows over his abused ass cheeks.
Todd is feeling fuzzy, but he can still sense Black’s assessing gaze over his body.
“Gorgeous. You satisfied?”
Todd manages a single nod, cheek still pressed flat to the floor.
“I’m satisfied,” Black agrees, quiet.
He hooks Todd around the waist, and leans him over onto his hip and off of his knees.
The metal of the cuffs is actually warm to the touch now from prolonged contact with his wrists. Todd feels them as they glance across his skin when Black slides the key into the latch and they release.
The blood rushing to his hands is an agony—Black carefully rolls each finger between his own, massaging feeling in them against the pain. He takes one wrist and delicately kisses the knob there, avoiding the worst of the wheels that have started to rise against Todd’s skin.
Black holds fast to his forearms, far from the damage, and smoothes his thumbs into the tendons leading up to his wrists.
“You took it so well,” he’s saying directly into his skin.
Once Todd meets his eyes, Black hauls him up under his armpits and all but carries him over to the bed, because Todd still doesn’t have mobility in his own legs yet. He sets Todd down on the very edge and immediately gets to his knees.
Todd owns the most expensive bed covers that money can buy, but soft as they are, they still feel rough on the fire that is his lower body right now.
All it takes is one long, slow lick up the length of his cock and that fades away. He gets to watch Black’s eyes hood and his lips part. To see his tongue as he makes another swipe up, curling on the head. The prettiest fucking thing, and when applied to his cock, it’s a vision.
He gets his mouth wrapped around the head and sucks. Sinks himself down, lets Todd’s cock bump the soft palate of his mouth. Holds and rubs him there where the texture does fascinating things for Todd. When he pulls up, he pulls up with suction and it’s excruciatingly good for every centimeter of Todd that passes through his lips. He hums a little around the tip. Then he makes a round of it, long passes of his tongue followed by working him into the depth of his mouth.
Black is an inventive cocksucker. It seems like every time he decides to get Todd under his lips he does it a little differently. Not that Todd could ever get tired of his having his mouth on him. The sight of it alone is enough to do him in sometimes. Lovely Black, who he’s known through every significant phase of his life, steel at his core, not ever just competent at the things he does, but extraordinary.
Todd starts to lean back on his hands to transfer more of his weight to his back to alleviate some of the soreness of his ass, but that just brings a renewed awareness of his wrists. He winces.
Black lays a single soft kiss to the crown of his cock, as if to soothe him.
Pain very rarely causes Todd to wilt; is in fact more likely to get him hard, and having Black’s attention on his cock like this in particular is driving him insane.
He smacks kisses down Todd’s frenulum, lands at the crease between his balls and licks him there.
Todd drums his heels against the side of the bed. The motion opens him up to the pain from the beating where it rubs him in all new places against the covers, but he’s so turned on that he needs an outlet.
“All right,” Black says, wrapping a hand around the base of him and swallowing until he hits his own fist. Swallows. Hollows his cheeks and sucks until Todd shoots down his throat, coating the roof of his mouth.
Black leans over and brackets Todd with his arms, kissing him and licking what’s left of Todd’s come into his mouth.
Todd has to actively fight against his body’s readiness to collapse. “Let me get you off.”
Black unbuttons his own pants and pushes his underwear out of the way. He takes Todd by the fingers, avoiding contact with his wrist, and guides him to his cock.
While Todd strokes him, Black scoots in close. Gets hip to hip. Watches Todd’s face intently as he works the length of him. Todd loves having the stiff heat of him in his fist, loves driving his grip up and feeling the stickiness of his precome. Loves that with experience he’s come to know when Black is close, can hear a barely there catch in his breathing, the way he gets so wet moments before he starts to spurt over Todd’s fingers.
“Don’t get it on your cuts,” Black warns. He lifts his shirt over his head and wipes it between Todd’s fingers, tossing it aside when he’s done.
Todd is ready to roll onto his side and tap out for the night, but Black touches his shoulder and draws Todd’s attention to the basin he has placed on the bedside table. “We have to take care of some things first.”
“Mh,” Todd allows, not in the mood to question. Black can take care of it.
Black positions Todd so that he’s lying on his stomach, face down into the pillows.
Todd hears him lifting what must be soaking linen out of the water basin judging from the sodden, dripping sound it makes. He sets it, still wet, on Todd’s ass.
Todd jumps a little, involuntary. “Shit, that’s cold,” he complains.
“Ice water,” Black explains. “For the swelling.” And he makes careful, thorough passes up along each side of damaged skin, leaving time for the cold to settle in. When he’s done, he leaves the cloth covering his ass to continue cooling him down.
He moves on to Todd’s wrists next, taking him by the forearm and placing his hand palm up in his lap. Wrings a second cloth out from the basin and warms it between his own hands a little. He wipes gently along the ring of Todd’s abrasions, idly drawing a line on the palm of Todd’s hand from the join of his thumb while he does so. First one wrist, then the next. He swaps the cloth out for antibiotic ointment, and applies it to the same places he just cleaned.
Todd peaks one eye open when he feels Black lifting the cloth from his ass.
“Cream too,” Black says, noticing him watching.
It’s some sort of cooling balm, which feels amazing, Black rubbing it in deep in circular motions.
Todd may moan a little.
Black pops the cap back when he’s done, and settles himself back against the headboard to look him over.
Todd meets his eyes from where he’s still halfway enmeshed with the pillow. “It was good," he assures him. “It was really good.”
Black touches two fingers to the hair that’s come undone over Todd’s forehead.
“It’s always good,” Todd admits, turning his face fully into the pillow. Too much honesty for him to keep Black in sight.
The bed shifts as Black leans over him and lays a kiss on the back of his ear, touches his lips to his neck. An agreement and a send-off.