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Vincent could not have been happier in that moment.
He was sat on his office chair, watching Crow drool all over himself on the floor.
The poor thing was needy, sat with his legs spread. There was an obvious wet spot on his grey boxers, and he stared up at him with spirals in his eyes.
He bucked his hips, watching as Vincent rubbed his own nipples, and occasionally squeezed his hairy pecs together.
Crow was fully naked, save for his boxers. Vincent had commanded him to keep his hands away from any even remotely sensitive areas on his body. Vincent on the other hand, only had his pants on, leaving Crow the sight of his cock tenting in his pants.
Crow was perfect like this. Reduced to nothing more than a horny mess, craving his master's touch.
Vincent slowly moved his right hand down atop his own crotch, and rubbed himself briefly through his slacks, biting his lip for a second at the sensation.
Although trance did indeed make those in its grasp compliant to Vincent's demands, it did also seem to retain a little of their previous personality.
This was evident, given that Vincent had simply requested that Crow watched him; he had said nothing about getting horny as he followed that demand.
Vincent found him preferable when he was like this. He'd been attracted to the man from the moment he'd seen how testosterone had shaped him - although it had been this particular evening that had finally made Vincent snap.
Vincent had been frustrated the entire day, wanting to bash his head into the wall repeatedly due to his work. He'd called Crow into his office, wanting to discuss some things in person with him, and the man had somehow gotten the audacity to spend the entire time cussing him out.
Today, Vincent wasn't having any of Crow’s usual disobedience.
He'd snapped his fingers, and if he hadn't been so pissed off, he'd have relished in the fear that overtook Crow's body before he was taken over.
He'd never gotten the chance to see him naked before, and he'd commanded him to strip down, leaving his boxers on. Vincent had formed his devious plan in his mind, and that's how the both of them had ended up like this.
Crow really had made a mess of himself, and Vincent could no longer care that he'd had a stressful day. He was so happy to see the effect that simply playing with his own chest had on Crow. It seemed the man had a thing for chest hair, or pecs – or likely just both of those things simultaneously. "How much do you want to touch yourself, Crow?" Vincent smirked, palming his crotch through his pants still.
"So much! I really wanna cum!" Vincent chuckled. He'd never seen Crow this earnest.
At last, he pulled his pants down to his ankles, and motioned for Crow to come closer.
Crow stared at Vincent's hard cock and licked his lips.
"What are you thinking about?" Vincent asked, mischievously.
Crow could barely speak; his head was filled with fluff. "How much I wanna..." He paused, and bucked his hip up. "How much I wanna suck you off!"
Vincent leaned back in his chair, and feigned a contemplative expression. "Hmm..." He tapped his fingers against the side of his chin. "I'd rather you used your mouth for that than hurling insults my way." Vincent pulled his hard cock out of his boxers, and held it in his hand. "But I don't think you've earned the right to get what you want." Crow whined, and Vincent stared at him, faking annoyance. "Sit up straight, boy."
Crow did as commanded, his eyes not once leaving Vincent's cock.
"Now, I'm going to touch myself, and when I cum, you're going to lap up every last drop." Vincent smiled. Crow perked up, and Vincent couldn't help but find that adorable. "I believe that you understand exactly what I'm asking of you, don't you, Crow?"
"Yes!" Crow choked out.
Vincent grinned softly. "You're already doing such a good job." Vincent began to stroke himself. Even though he was trying to pretend that he was entirely nonchalant, it was hard to keep up that façade when he had such an adorable specimen staring up at him needily awaiting his cum.
Everything about Crow was perfect in that moment, the fact that he'd successfully muzzled such a defiant boy was having such a profound effect on him.
Crow had already stuck his tongue out in anticipation; he wanted to obey Vincent's command to the best of his ability. Vincent was almost tempted to keep him like this; permanently mindbroken and subservient to his every whim.
Even through Crow’s boxers, Vincent could see the man’s t-cock twitch as he held his own cock mere inches from Crow’s face. He couldn't wait to finally pull down those boxers, and see his boy's hard t-dick begging for his touch.
Vincent decided to give Crow some kind of reward for being such good jerk off material.
He shoved his boot between Crow's legs forcefully; Crow screamed out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Vincent couldn't believe that the hurt expression on Crow's face soon warped into a perverted smile.
Although Vincent had not expected it at all, it appeared that Crow was more of a freak than he’d ever let on.
Vincent pressed down harder, and Crow hissed. "Don't cum." Vincent commanded. "But you can relieve yourself by grinding, if that would please you."
"Thank you!" Crow needily said. Vincent could now clearly see how hard his t-cock was as he grinded. He felt absolutely every last bit of blood in his body rush to his dick, and he was now absolutely resolute in making sure that by the end of the evening, Crow would know that he was his. "Look how hard you are!" He teased, making sure to tease Crow's cock with his boot a little. "You're making such a mess... I'll have to... ask you to clean up..."
Vincent was too lost in the moment to ask Crow to take off his soaked boxers, but he wished that he could see just how red that little cock was. He continued to rub his boot up and down Crow's cock, and jerked off right before his eyes. He slapped the man in the face with his dick, and Crow moaned - getting off on the humiliation because of how gone he truly was.
A sound of mind Crow would be crying, begging for Vincent to stop... perhaps he'd have to experiment with him when he was completely cognisant later. He'd look cute crying on his knees, but the needy and blissfully unaware version of the man was also a delight to behold.
"Get ready, fag." Vincent choked out. "Every last drop... remember?"
Crow nodded enthusiastically, still humping Vincent's boot like a pathetic mutt.
Vincent at once let himself cum on Crow's face. He felt wave after wave of orgasmic bliss flood his system, and he noticed just how frantically Crow humped as he was being completely coated in his seed.
He happily swallowed every drop that landed in his mouth, following his orders so obediently, as Vincent opened his eyes again. A few final spurts landed on Crow's face and Vincent was completely taken aback by how beautiful Crow looked.
He took a second to breathe, Crow mindlessly humped his boot, and Vincent made sure to get a good view of what he'd managed to turn the man into.
"Stand up." Vincent commanded. Crow whined, painfully horny, not wanting to stop giving himself some relief. Begrudgingly, Crow got to his feet. "Take off your boxers, sweetheart." Crow obeyed, ridding himself of them as quickly as he could. Vincent stared at his hard t-cock, and already he could feel the blood rushing back to his own dick.
"Look how hard you are." He teased, and Crow bashfully looked away. "I just watched you act like a dog." Vincent reached out, and pulled Crow into his lap. "There's no need to be so shy."
Without any kind of prompting at all, Crow sat on Vincent's lap, and buried his face into Vincent's pecs. Slightly shocked, but very happy with where this was going, Vincent shoved Crow tightly up against him. "That's right, baby." Crow grinded on his thigh, and Vincent harshly grabbed the back of his head and held it against his tits. "Worship my tits."
Crow grunted, and Vincent laughed. How in the world hadn't he decided to do this before? He had a hot trans slut right within his grasp for such a long time, yet he'd never thought to train the brat before now.
Crow sucked on his nipples, and Vincent felt his leg becoming coated in Crow's slick. He grabbed Crow's ass cheek as forcefully as he could, and then slapped it. Crow moaned loudly, and kept his humping sped up. Vincent decided to continue spanking him, loving being able to entice such sounds from his obedient little sub.
Vincent's cock was hard again. Crow had said that he'd wanted to suck him off before, but Vincent felt he'd much rather plug his cunt up instead. His t-cock was in dire need of attention; he definitely wanted to make sure that Crow felt good for serving him so well.
He spread Crow's legs wide open, and positioned his cunt right in front of his aching cock. "Mmm..." Vincent moaned, heavily enjoying the sight in front of him. "If I fuck you, you need to promise me something."
Deviously, Vincent propositioned a Crow incapable of consent.
Crow bit his lip, awaiting what was to be asked of him.
"You are to be available to me at all times." He reached his hand out, touching Crow's cock just enough to elicit a reaction, but certainly not enough to give him what he needed. "You will let me do whatever I want to you, and you will learn to fucking love it." Vincent's voice slowly morphed towards the end of his sentence, as he pressed down hard on Crow's t-dick. Crow was a panting mess, incapable of controlling himself. "You're my whore, Crow. I can do whatever the fuck I want to you, and you'll take it like a good boy." Crow's noises were incomprehensible, he was so needy and so desperate that the proposition of becoming Vincent's property sounded like the most enticing thing in the world to his blank brain.
"You need me." Vincent moved his hand to Crow's mouth and made him taste his own juices. "You need me to control you, to own every part of you." Vincent at last placed his cock to Crow's entrance. "In fact, your reaction already tells me that you consent." Cockily, Vincent leered at him.
He shoved his fingers down Crow's throat a little too far, causing the man to cough. He retracted them at the same time he thrust inside of Crow's needy cunt. Vincent grunted in pleasure, and stayed still for a moment. Crow felt fucking wonderful around his dick. His walls pulsated, that was all of the confirmation Vincent needed to keep going.
"You love this... don't you?" He grabbed Crow's chin and held it to his face. "I bet you've touched yourself to the thought of this countless times! Be grateful I'm giving you what you fucking want."
He kissed Crow needily, giving his hips a few thrusts in the process. Crow's moans were muffled, but he was eagerly meeting Vincent's thrusts with fervour. A string of spit connected them as their lips separated. "Needy fag." Vincent berated him.
Vincent was filled with nothing but the primal urge to claim his subject. Crow gripped his shoulders tightly, and Vincent saw just how needy the man was. It was clear that he needed this just as much as Vincent did, at least, when he was in this state.
Vincent almost wanted to wake him up, make Crow have to contend with how good it felt to have Vincent's cock ravaging his cunt. He wanted to lick his tears away, praise and degrade Crow for whoring himself out to him - the man he despised so much.
God, Vincent was getting off to the fantasy of Crow just as much as the man's body. His eyes followed the man's happy trail down to his bush, and although he was balls deep inside Crow now - Vincent wasn't just concerned about his own pleasure.
Crow's cock truly was beautiful. Vincent moved his right hand over to it, rubbing the horny mess of a man as he grinned blankly and fucked into Vincent's fingers.
"You love this." He was finding it hard to get the words out. "You love me." Crow listened, his empty mind so open to anything Vincent told him. "You'll do anything for me." Vincent pinched Crow's t-cock forcefully; the man cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. All he felt was the pure pleasure of allowing Vincent to use him. Vincent chuckled at his sub's plight.
Vincent was going to break Crow's mind into a million pieces. Even outside of trance, Vincent wanted Crow to think only of him - how best to serve him.
Vincent grabbed Crow's short hair, and yanked his head upwards so that he was looking him in the eyes. Eye contact wasn't as difficult when the person you were doing it with had spirals in their eyes, it turned out.
Vincent lay kisses across Crow's chin, letting himself lick and bite along his jawline. He was so hot, Vincent felt privileged to get to fuck such an attractive man, and to be able to condition him.
"You're gonna fucking... Fucking hell, you're gonna touch yourself to me when you get home." Vincent was trying so hard to not cum just yet, but it was starting to take a toll on him. "You're gonna fuck yourself on the biggest dildo you fucking have." He was so close to just letting go, filling up Crow and truly marking him as his. "You'll Keep doing this, until it's too much and you offer yourself to me." Crow was seemingly very excited by such a prospect, his smile grew wider, and Vincent released his grip on his head, and ruffled his hair instead. "You seem to... really like the idea of that."
Crow hadn't been quiet exactly, he'd been moaning like a whore for such a long time, but Vincent wanted to hear him speak. Wanted to hear his breathy voice admit he loved this.
"You're my whore, aren't you?" Vincent cradled him possessively.
He just needed to hear Crow admit it.
"Yes, Vincent!" Crow excitedly spoke. "I love you! I'm your whore!"
Crow saying that he loved him so dotingly finally did it for him.
"Fuck... time for your reward!" Vincent's balls tensed up. "Cum as I fill you up!"
Vincent rubbed Crow's cock, his hand now wrinkled and red from how horny the boy riding his cock was.
"I love you too Crow." Vincent almost mumbled, grunting. "I love you so fucking much!" He bit Crow's neck, and Crow screamed, his cunt pulsing around Vincent's cock as he sucked and licked at his neck.
Once Vincent's cock released its first spurt of cum into Crow's cunt, the man grew frantic, sticking his tongue out of his mouth blissfully. "Vin-!" He stammered. "Vincent! Thank youuuuuuu!" Vincent felt Crow orgasm on his dick and he was so proud of his boy. He was perfect, so pliant for him, submissive and eager to please.
Vincent hadn't seen the appeal of doing this to someone before, and he wondered if anyone else would have made him this horny. Seeing Crow's brain drip out between his thighs had been enlightening.
Vincent let Crow lean back against the desk behind him. He pulled out his cock from Crow, and licked his lips as he saw his cum leak out from his abused hole. Crow whined quietly, pouting at the lack of his master’s cock filling him up. Vincent plunged his fingers back inside of Crow for a second, scooping some up. Crow was still cumming, and he was thinking of nothing more than how good he felt serving his master's cock. His tongue still laid outside of his mouth, and he was drooling and panting.
Vincent softly placed his fingers on Crow's tongue, and the man eagerly licked them clean, enjoying getting to eat his master's cum again.
Vincent smiled down at him, before telling him to get dressed, and to clean himself up the moment he was home.
"Once you are home, you will not know that this happened." Vincent was stern, as he himself pulled his pants back up. "But you'll still do everything I told you to."
"Of course, Vincent." Crow replied vacantly.
Vincent looked at how the hoodie and sweatpants Crow wore hid his figure.
That wouldn't do.
"The more times you touch yourself to me..." Vincent contemplated. "The sluttier the outfits you wear around me will get, is that clear?" Vincent grinned. "You want to show yourself off."
Crow stood to attention, and Vincent suppressed a chuckle at how hungry his boy was. "Yes, I shouldn't hide my body from you, Vincent!"
He covered his mouth to hide his amusement at Crow's earnestness. It didn't exactly matter considering Crow wouldn't know any better, but Vincent liked keeping up a certain image.
As Crow left, Vincent leaned back in his chair.
He was going to have to do something about the stains before the cleaner saw.