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Chained and Collared
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Fool him once, shame on him. Fool him twice, and that was how Alvin found himself tied directly to his desk.
It shouldn't have come as any surprise the young man was . . . unwilling in his participation. He was a Wesker only by name, it seemed, not holding any of the ambition of his father before him. He cared not for the grand scheme of the world, or the power which was to be gained from it, but rather the details, the humanity which was threatened by the T-virus and all of its cousins. It was a noble pursuit, really, but he was falling short on the overall vision. A vision, Dr. Victor Gideon swore, he would open his eyes to before it was too late.
So, the first step was to always have him at his side. It made for quite the spectacle, as Alvin hated being paraded around like a simple animal on display. He hated it even more when the others stared as such, though who could blame them? He was beautifully handsome, a devastating redhead who brought a liveliness into the otherwise cold and clinical nature of the Chronic Care Center. It was always so thrilling to tell the female staff to maintain their professionalism when they tried to peacock in front of him, because . . .
There was absolutely nothing professional about the way he handled him behind closed doors.
He fought, of course, such was his nature. Alvin never took anything laying down, there was too much pride in his chest. Dragging him by the chain on his neck was deeply satisfying, watching his body twist and claw for any sort of purchase as if his strength could ever match that of his captor's. Grasping him by the hips, forcing him still, murmuring for him to pay attention as he worked on the dullest part of his job.
Paperwork.
Alvin was so good at being a distraction. Writhing, cursing, being rather creative with the way he spoke to Victor. He had two choices in where he sat, and wisely he chose to sit on his lap. The floor between his legs, well, that would be a bit too tempting.
But even now it was difficult to concentrate when his strong body was resisting the contact. It was a compelling study of anatomy, muscles clenching rhythmically with each new twist of his body. He only gave up when Victor delightfully informed him of how exquisite the friction against him was. Though now it was far too late, and he was subject to the sensation of a hard, pulsating mass eagerly pushing into his backside.
Victor rested his chin against his shoulder, adjusting to be in the most comfortable position he could. Flipping through a document, he skimmed the pages with mild interest, not exactly pleased with the current patient's route of recovery. He fully expected them to succumb by now, but an error in staff judgment lead to unexpected improvements. Experimentation was poor if the objectivity could not be maintained, a lesson brutally learned now. Perhaps next time, there would be more discretion with the doctor-patient relations.
"Nngh, I thought you were reading." Came a displeased hissed.
Of course, it was always do as I say, not as I do.
Fingers continued their trail up and down the strong thigh pressed against his own, his hypocrisy undeniable yet he cared little to acknowledge it.
"I am thinking." He answered, carving a new line along the seam of his leg, inching closer until a hand latched against his, the resistance clear. "Forgive me, I do not idle well."
"And that makes two of us. Maybe I should go." Alvin knew attempting to rise wouldn't earn him any freedoms, growling in response to the hands abandoning their document to hold his waist.
"Now, behave." Victor chided as if he were merely a troublesome kitten. "I need at least one hand free to continue my work, and you causing any trouble will make that difficult."
"Should have thought of that before chaining me to the desk." The bitter retort snapped back, thrown over his shoulder like his magnificent red braid. The hand on his kept it fast, Victor turning his head into his neck with a sigh. It was not one of defeat, however, but one of immense enjoyment for the challenge laid out for him. As much as he enjoyed a compliant patient, there was always something about the thrill of a good hunt.
The thought made the parasite in his chest squirm in anticipation.
Another time.
He moved his hand, Alvin only allowing it when he believed the man was retreating. Instead, the large fingers cupped between his legs, Alvin bucking back instinctively and rubbing against the ever-painful bulge growing between his legs. A primal yearn shot through Victor's core, back teeth gritting in an attempt to hang on to the small modicum of control he could maintain when around something as profound as the man on top of him. Unassuming in his maternal lineage, and yet, it was perfect. An evolutionary jackpot he had no intention of letting go.
"L-Let go!" Alvin gasped, back arching at the unexpected touch on his sensitivity. Victor felt him through the paper scrubs allotted to him, easily torn and yet just as easily replaceable. He was certain the friction on his scrotum was uncomfortable, something he would soon relieve him of. But for now, he enjoyed the feeling of their softness even if it was obstructed, rolling each teste through a curious thumb and forefinger. He felt Alvin's shaft rubbing up against him, becoming stiff from the contact.
"Shhh." Victor murmured into his skin. "Be still. This is for your own good, and we needn't involve any of the other staff who may peruse by."
"My own good?" Alvin snarled. "How is any of this good for me-?"
His breath caught in his throat, the hand which was touching him now diving into his pants, capturing his shaft in a firm, steady grip. The resulting strokes were sinfully pleasant, shame coloring his cheeks a vibrant red. Victor set down his document once more, using his other arm to wrap around Alvin's waist and bring him closer to his own desire. Lips caressed the side of his neck, moving as he spoke.
"You have been so ungrateful, my dear." He murmured. "Here I am, giving you unlimited access to my labs, my data, and the first thing you have done is try to run. To steal my research from me and, what? Give it to another? Report me to an agency who may or may not care? I have done nothing but give you the worship you deserved, laid you at the altar of my master's feet, and you have not yet learned this is your place. Your destiny."
"And what does fucking me have to do with this?"
"Consider it a . . . benefit." Victor hummed, smile splitting his face. "We do best when we work together, do we not?"
A squeeze sent a jolt straight up Alvin's spine, undoing him far more than he would like to admit. Wetness blossomed in the front of his pants, which seemed to be enough for Victor to finally seize the paper in his hands and tear with hungry intent. A bone-deep shiver racked his body when the cool air kissed him, now victim to the texture of Victor's scaling palms which provided a unique friction against his buzzing shaft. Alvin hissed, attempting to rise only to be brought viciously back down by the seizure of his collar.
"Now, now," Victor chided, forcing him to lean back against him or begin to choke, "not yet. I have so much work to do - I can't have you riding me and breaking my concentration."
His cheeks flushed a deep red, angry and embarrassed all at once.
"I have no interest in riding you." He hissed, biting back the tail end of a moan when another squeeze made his traitorous body sing. Eyes fluttered closed, trying to concentrate on anything but the growing heat between his legs, the growing stiffness against his lower back. His hips rocked involuntarily, hands clutching the arms of his elegant, antique wooden chair. How he managed to find something large enough to compensate his size was something Alvin would ponder if he wasn't in the throes of something far more distracting. His nails dug into the wood, likely to leave scratch marks but Victor would probably thrill to have scars of his conquest.
Nose nuzzled into the back of his neck, inhaling the mix of his shampoo and musk with a content sigh. Cold pressed against the heat of Alvin's skin, slowly marching down to where his shirt obscured the rest of him. Of course, that did not stop teeth from capturing the edge, tearing it as though it was simply made of tissue. Forked tongue licked along his exposed spine, hands coming away from his hardness to remove whatever minimal dignity he might have had left. Now, he was naked, chained to the desk and forced to sit in Victor's lap like a pet.
"Oh, then you will have no problem sitting still." He intoned into his skin, hands settling back on his hips. Alvin grit his teeth, resisting the urge to ask him to continue touching him, to help him finish and relieve the uncomfortable heat in his chest. He was dragged harder against wide hips, feeling the long, throbbing shaft grinding up against him. Hot breath ghosted across the back of his neck, forehead pressing into his scalp when the movement became more insistent. One hand relinquished control just long enough to free himself from the confines of his slacks, Alvin flinching as two heavy weights thudded against him.
"Now, how to hold you . . ."
"I just said- Victor!" Alvin whined as his legs spread, hands encompassing his entire thighs. Incredible strength lifted him up, ignoring his clawing fingers gouging rivets into the arms of the chair in a sad attempt to resist. He shuddered, a seeking head prodding at his puckered hole. "No eggs. I'm not carrying any damn eggs."
"So needy." Came the amused vibration against his skin. "I understand. You aren't ready to risk rejection again. Very well, I will wait until the next brood."
Hips adjusted below him, a thick, pulsating ovipositor falling between Alvin's legs. It's opening flared in swollen anticipation, leaking fluid down its bulging shaft. Alvin's breath caught as Victor's head catched his rim, coated in pre which soaked the skin between his legs. Already they were a sticky mess, Victor's tremoring breaths betraying how quickly Alvin drove him towards the edge without even trying. His back arched, pushed down onto a long, quivering shaft.
"Fuck!" Alvin hissed, not daring to raise his voice in the event he was heard outside of the office. Even still he squirmed, keened, taking every inch until he was seated completely against the man's base. Scrotum nestled against his, becoming soaked in his lubrication. He watched Victor's quiver in anticipation, jumping as if eager to fill Alvin to the brim with his seed.
"Be still." Came the deep, borderline breathless command from behind him. "And be silent. I have so much work to be done before we can continue."
One arm kept his hips pinned down, Alvin shivering with the clash of chilled air against his skin. The other reached around to pick up the abandoned document, fingers deftly flipping pages of the folder as if he wasn't balls-deep in the younger man, their pulses throbbing in tandem with one another. Each adjustment of their hips was agony, a pleasure built toward the precipice and yet still not close enough. Whenever Victor shifted it sent a jolt of pleasure straight through Alvin's core, his thick shaft rubbing up against the place deep inside of him. His cock wept with pre, begging for a release which never seemed to arrive.
The giant took his time, forked tongue occasionally ghosting across Alvin's shoulder. When he finished the first folder Alvin thought he would bring relief, but instead he simply picked up another file, leafing through it, signing one of the documents before selecting the next one. Paperwork was ruthlessly boring, made even more unbearable by the fact Alvin was not an active participant, and he was left impaled and breathless without any sort of relief.
"Fucking bastard." Alvin broke after merely the first folder. "Why can't you just fuck me and then go about your work?"
"Is this not far more interesting?" Victor murmured, rolling his hips enough to make Alvin writhe. "A reward for my hard work? Rather than indulging and discarding, returning to an excruciating boredom?"
He set the file down.
"I do believe I instructed you to remain silent." He continued, hands back on Alvin's legs. "There are consequences, you know."
"Nnngh." Alvin's chest arched toward the desk, unable to help but move his hips in an attempt to bounce on the madman. He sucked in a breath. "Let me guess, you're going to make me cum? How horrible of a punishment-"
One of Victor's palms drew back, tugging him forward. Alvin fell for the trap, rising to fall back on when suddenly a palm connected with his ass cheek, his yelp echoing in the office.
"Ah! Fuck!"
Another slap filled the air between them, leaving a sting which quickly resolved with his enhanced regeneration. Victor seemed to know this, spanking him once more as his other hand covered the man's mouth. Then Alvin was dropped back onto his dick, his own bouncing in anticipation. Despite his protests, his body was enjoying this far too much, the humiliation bruising his ego as much as it reddened his skin.
His teeth scraped against the skin keeping him silent, unable to bite and hissing in frustration. It earned him a laugh, the fingers sliding down to wrap around his neck.
"Behave." Victor purred, only finding enjoyment out of the handling of his obsession. Alvin didn't dare speak out of turn, fully anticipating the squeeze against his collar which would cut off his air. Victor loved to choke him, to watch his lips pucker and eyes water in the struggle.
But for now, he simply basked in the satisfaction of Alvin's warm body wrapped around him, the noises he made when he returned to his work and only granted the slightest of touches which built the heat between them. Alvin only tried to touch himself once, earning a near wrist-snapping grip with a warning, but not another strike. Not yet.
Every time his wandering hand caressed Alvin, a finger trailing up the throbbing vein, he clenched hard in response. Victor sighed pleasantly, rolling in response as an exquisite reward which was still not enough and yet too much. Alvin did not dare beg, no matter how much his eyelashes fluttered and his body cried out for more, more. He did not want to provide the satisfaction, did not want him to know just how badly his resolve crumbled in a position which should have been nothing but utterly humiliating.
The last, final folder could not come soon enough, and even then Victor took his time. Perhaps waiting him out, trying to pull his words from his throat. But Alvin resisted, muscles quivering in the anticipation he refused to give words to.
Painstakingly Victor worked page after page, grip tightening in warning whenever Alvin would begin to move too much. His head dropped forward, sucking in a breath as the mess between his legs only worsened. He reached down, but instead of grasping his own shaft he brushed against the throbbing ovipositor beneath him. His fingers wrapped around the slickened shaft, feeling the outline of an egg slowly wiggling its way towards the pulsating head.
"Ah, Al . . ." He took the man's breath away, a sensation which should not have felt as good as it did.
Ignoring him, he began to slowly pump up and down the length of the ovipositor, milking the eggs. It urged Victor's hips to shove up against his ass with a thick slap, gasp evolving into a groan. Despite the power Victor Gideon held over his subjects, over the man who sat on his lap, Alvin could strip it away just as easily, drawing him into a haze. And yet every time he did this, Alvin could never find the strength to take advantage of it. For one reason or another.
Right now, it was the desire to finish, the strain of his cock becoming unbearable.
"Good, good . . ." Victor murmured. "I'm almost done. If you want them so bad . . ."
"I don't." Alvin snarled. "You won't let me touch myself. I have to do the next best thing."
"In due time, you won't have to touch." Victor rolled, earning a tightening around both of his members, involuntary gasp urging him to do it again, and then again, until Alvin couldn't help but moan with rich, sinful pleasure. It almost took Victor over the edge, but he swore he would finish his work before he finished in the man.
But his beautiful, writhing body made it so hard, particularly as his crimson curls cascaded down his freckled back.
Alvin freed an egg, watching it fall with a plop into Victor's lap. A second one followed shortly after, a small nitpick in the back of his mind briefly concerned of the waste. He quickly shook it away, even as his hole clenched instinctively at the thought of feeling the weight of them settle after Victor finished ravishing him. He swallowed the lump in his throat, a third squeezing out before his hand was rubbing up and down an empty, flacciding shaft.
Finally the last of the folder was completed, hands holding Alvin's hips tight.
"It's not too late," Victor suggested, watching Alvin stare at the eggs. "I can always put them inside of you, where they belong.
Alvin shuddered.
"Just fuck me." He pushed his ass back, hitching when Victor obliged him. "I've been waiting too damn long, just fuck-"
He needed no invitation, Alvin keening when he began to bounce on his thrusting lap. His cheeks flushed, becoming a deep red when it took only a few hard, long strokes before he was becoming undone, writhing on Victor's cock before he was spilling into his lap. Clenching, pulsing muscles told Victor of his completion long before he sensed the drizzle of cum against his ovipositor shaft, drops falling into the hole and he resisted the urge to insist Alvin cum into it, retaining and fertilizing the next clutch before they inside of him. He had no intentions of carrying them himself, not when he had such a willing vessel.
Alvin barely caught his breath before he was lifted up and placed on the desk, his cheek pressed against the dark wood. His eyes fell on the spines of the folders, barely able to read as each thrust into him made his entire body jerk. Hands grasped the edge of the desk for stability, his hanging legs spread apart by the firm grasp on his thighs. His spent body jolted with every hard hit into him, rubbing on his worn and ragged prostate. The overstimulation was building painfully, unsure if it was going to wring another orgasm from him or simply make him ache until Victor finally gave him relief.
The change in thrusts betrayed his closeness until a long, heavy groan fell against the back of Alvin's neck. Victor emptied into him, the extra heat dripping between Alvin's legs, painting his thighs in their mess.
For several long, agonizing minutes he was kept pinned to the desk, heart pounding against the wood as his warden took his time recovering. Then he was pulled back into his lap, still impaled despite the softening of the length inside of him. If Victor thought it was painful he was thoroughly enjoying it, rubbing up and down Alvin's thigh.
"Stay right here." He cooed.
"Not like I have a choice." Alvin grimaced, despite the soreness in his lower pelvis. His hands tugged at the chain, wondering if he could one day snap it. Victor reached for him as well, lacing their fingers together and forcing him to drop it.
"For now." Victor agreed. "Until you have learned that your place is here, with me. Once you have embraced your destiny, your role in the grand design, then you will earn your freedom."