Ted's Tedious Trade Part 1 (REPOST) (Patreon)

A spicy, serious, and silly turn of events for one Man’s one-sided Friendship to a twink that doesn’t deserve it. Slightly censored like an Old TV show (since Patreon moderation is terrible).

Topics and CW: Action, BDSM, Big Cock, Body Horror, Chastity, Club-scene, Consensual-Extortion, Cruising, Kissing, Light fearplay, Light HP Slur usage, Mentions of S-F-P, Mentions of Self H-P, MLM, Power Imbalance, Self-Loathing, Sensual Dom, Situationship-to-something more, Size Difference, S&M, SPH, Verbal Degradation, Violence, Toys

Summary

Ted will do anything for friends in need. Unfortunately for everyone involved, he is the new leader of the Undersociety proper. Aside from those of inhumane trades he fights; he’s ruled the underground as a proper punk establishment as their head, gathering a handful of admins he can trust to destabilize the FCU. Managing many kinds of people from the good, bad, or ugly. Many of the scum and villainy of the Undersociety know not to cross Blood-Crow, let alone those he considered friends. So when Maverick has one of his precious plushie’s stolen by some idiot, he does everything in his power to get Twig the Giraffe back. From making ‘odd pals’ with the fool responsible, racing from drug-bust, dealing with Upper-bubble folk, and even the monsters of Santa Nueva. Ted always delivers on those he is loyal to, his reputation as the undisputed leader of the Hidden Network earned for a good reason.

Introduction

Welcome back to the world of Wild Ride: Era 2! As WR1 continues to be made, it gives y’all plenty of time to witness just how drastically Cellgrade’d Earth can be in 800 Years. What once started out as solely the 4 Strains of Cellgrade, has evolved fully into the 20-faces. The special, Haemomantic magic that makes up the power system has adapted in strange, and unique ways. Unlike WR1, Cellgrades can be more complex, even if the ability is lame. Their Backlashes also reflect as such: especially in the select few that are either born into a line that has harnessed the same power for generations, or have used new-world advancements to modify their body past humane limits.

For Ted, he is the former. Born into something called an Ouroboros Line, an ancient practice of cultivating 1 Cellgrade through generations. Whereas his family has avoided incest in their ancestry due to the secrets of Whom Ted comes from; his life before the HN was solely the product of his bloodline. To be an Heir to Alchemist itself, and it’s evolution in the 29th century. Despite the many horrors he has faced in order to master his Cellgrade, Ted tries to maintain being a good person. To do right by his Undersociety, even if it puts himself in danger. Pushing himself into habits he can’t stomach in order to utilize a power he wishes daily he wasn’t born with.

Using Alchemist, and his status, Ted has revitalized Hidden Network. An off the grid, online resource that works beneath modern data for the benefit of anyone against the FCU. While his 5 admins and him work hard to keep this connection, and administrate a larger organization, they have to fend against the repressive regime they were born into. As well as contend with illicit acts they heavily condone for their in-humanity. Regardless, Ted has earned his reputation as Blood-Crow from the devotion he has shown to his allies, and the vengeance he has shown as the indisputable leader for a reason. So when Ted’s “Friend”, Maverick Anzai, has his precious plushie stolen, he uses his power to get it back. To trade as a proper Tycoon, through a serious of silly, shocking, sad, and scary moments he goes through to prove his loyalty to a man that does not understand Non-transactional relationships.

Ted’s Tedious Trade: Part 1- Submission at Bubblee’s

Santa Nueva, New Mexico. 28XX, A few Days after Night-life Loving Act 1

Somewhere in the seedy Southside of Santa Nueva. A neon blue beacon glows along the brutalist architecture, like a comforting lather against centuries of grim under an artificial night sky. Overlooked by the center spire of the capital building, nest a club that sees steady business for 7pm in the night. As lively music plays, even through the concrete walls of ‘Bubblee’s: Saloon’. The logo of a saloon mistress spilling bubbling waterfalls of foamy beer into a mug, as the neon blue bubbles flicker for the illusion of motion.

The Southside was quiet, visibly lacking the night-life of the upper parts of a city under an artificial dusk. Outside of Bubblees, pools of patrons pour in-and-out of a door guarded by thick bodied bouncers in strange mask. Ushering a pack of tied laborers and spinsters of low-society in face coverings resembling a swarm of bubbles atop dark cowboy clothes. Carefully letting more people in-and-out of the saloon as the swinging doors crept out their influence into the dead street.

For one man inside, the many swirling bodies by the dance floor and the many dining booths hugging the rim of the club were ambiance accompanying a point of day he hated the most. As Ted the Tycoon stomached his Meal-time under the careful watch of his friend, ‘Bubblee’ herself. Her dark, espresso skin reflecting from the body glitter peaking through her attire. Dressed as a proper saloon mistress; in a light blue long dress of a frontier woman. Her gaze steady on the man before her, her flossy white hair obscuring her eyes and makeup save for metallic azure lipstick. Her attention focused on: their club, her holo-bracelet for notifications, and her leader.

Ted was finishing his 5th plate of lamb burger with papas: the grease, fat-rich meals not laying a dent in the deep hunger he could never escape. Thousands of calories in his gut of food his friend made, and it wasn’t enough to stop the pale man in deep red leather gear from feeling unsatisfied. The grease of it all making his mouth stagnant with each chew, as if it was the most vile thing to taste and feel. Its repetitive texture hurting his jaw with each juicy, flavor-able munch as he forced down his torment till the last bite. Downing his 10th, 25% mead once his plate was bare of his needed calories as Bubblee smiled at the sight in appreciation. Her hazel eyes meting Ted’s yellow iris’s until her bracelet vibrated.

“Sandy’s finished, Ted. Another 2 hours with my best girl...for complementary fizzy drinks and chat-time Only. He’s heading to the restroom on the 1st floor, we’ll make sure you’ll be alone”, Bubblee alerted her friend.

Ted finished his glass mug of alcohol, his potency immediately ending the small buzz he had gained as he softly smirked to Bubblee. “Yer a Delight, Bubblee! Mmhhrrt, Thank you again, sorry I can’t love your meals, as usual….thank yah for making sure I get my cals. Won’t be long”, the lanky man said as he got off his seat. Ditching his ‘accent’ mid apology as Bubbleee took it as a sign of good faith, waving her fingers at her goofy friend. “He’s definitely not much of a prick, by what Sandy says, so Don’t lay into him tooo much~”, Bubblee teased out before Ted would miss the message.

Ted nodded, smiling slyly as he winked mid motion of his hands. The wooden chair pushed back towards the booth he was in, grabbing a strange helmet besides his stack of plates as his yellow eyes traced who he was after.

As a cocky, wide man wearing baggy white pants and a gray revealing tank-top dashed to a quiet hallway at the end of the saloon. Wide, youthful, his outward appearance screamed arrogance. His bottoms clashing nicely with his clay-colored skin and his wild gray hair. His steps rattling the pair of metal chains wrapped around his neck. The jock he was after blissfully unaware of Ted’s eyes traced his steps. Having descended from the staircase besides the area, as Ted bee-lined through the swarm of older dancers and couples unwinding to not so country mixes in the neon blue light of Bubblee’s saloon. Putting on his helmet as he got closer to the dark hallway, signs of latrines guiding him to the men’s bathroom where he would have alone time with his target. The crimson color his gear much darker from the clashing tones of the neon around him. Taking on a cold focus to his jovial face under his helmet, as he opened a door that would be locked the next time someone tried leaving it.

Quietly walking to the open-urinals of the men’s restroom, Ted’s presence was clocked by the only man in there. Making the space, to the single individual pinching something in his zipper, as Ted settled on standing right next to his target despite the available space from the 6-foot wide urinal. Almost touching elbows with the man...his two fingers pinching at something small to flow a stream of piss. The thick, athletic man forced to watch Ted. Building up fright in the taller person, as if he had...something embarrassing to hide, his cocky attitude quickly replaced by an unnerved anxiety.

Ted used that tension to his advantage. Unzipping his pants besides the stranger to immediately show off the difference between their manhoods. The cock that popped out of Ted’s zipper was already large by comparisons of the head. Making the jock look down to his own pants, as he pathetically pinch his waste out due to his lack of length; compared to the 8 inches of a dick Ted released from his underwear. The pale, long shaft shone in the dull red light of the restroom.

The large, pearl piercing beneath the tip shining below a blocky add-on….that Ted Slowly pulled out. As he removed a long, bendy, sounding rod he kept to stim on his way to this job, shaking his uncut shaft a little through his groan that filled the silence of the restroom. Forcing his target to drool a little as he held his long dick in one hand, and the silicone stick in the other as he released a heavy stream of piss almost inches away from the gob smacked jock.

Making the man stare longer than he realized. Watching. Enchanted. Drooling as his nub finished long before the superior shaft. Even as he got caught staring at. Sweating at the weight, it’s pearly piercings, the hair; Ted guessed. The lanky man took his time putting his rod back in, the blonde pubic hair retreating with easy as the long monster was...very soft as it slipped back into his pants inch-by-inch. Making the shy brown iris’s of his target track every careful movement of Ted’s crotch until Ted spoke.

Turning his helmeted face towards the taller man staring at him; “Like what you see, Mate?”. Teasing the taller man, forcing the jock to shake his head and try to look away despite the fact he was clearly memorized. His avoidance growing into an angry annoyance as he zipped up his pants in a hurry. “P-PISS-OFF, PERV, Outta All the stalls here and you decided to stop by mine Like Some Sicko! F-FUCk Off! Who do you-Fucking think you are!!?”, the Jock tried hiding his lust with anger. Tempting to step away to the sink, cleaning his hands fast before trying to give the lanky man the slip, as Ted was already blocking the door.

“Not-FUNNY, Whoever You Are. Fu-Fucking Move. OR I Will Do It For You”, the Jock threatened as he grabbed Ted by his jacket collar with wet hands. Lifting up the skinny man with ease. The hand holding the Tycoon a few inches off the tile sudden recoiling back by the gold feel of metal. “wha-the, Hey Prick! Wha-wha-why do you have this Badge on?”, the jock mentioned as his fingers unwrapped partly from Ted’s collar. Revealing a metal pin pointing toward his chest, the symbol of a hand extending downward to drop golden coins.

Ted gave a light chuckle, the only reaction he graced his target with as he let himself be lifted up. “Oh. Right, Forgot my helmet wasn’t On fully”, He said as he raised a hand to the back of his headwear and pressed a button. As the crimson motorcycle helmet extended-out. Forcing the jock to drop Ted fully in shock as he was almost stabbed in the face by a sudden, bright red beak. The adornment unfurled to fully resemble...a blood covered crow skull. Almost jumping on his ass in surprise, his hands clenched the ground around him in fear. “fuck. you’re the dj at the pariah’s place! Whatthfuckareyoudoing here??? I haven’t been Back there since that guy rearranged Heath’s Nose, I SWEAR”, the Jock cried frantically on the floor. Crawling away on the clean, black tile as Ted stepped closer.

“What was it Heath said, Hmmmm, AH!: Whose the prick ruining our fun? I’m Here for what you took, Zeke.”, Ted punctuated as his helmet modified his voice. Breaking his modded tone to mimicked Heath’s speech perfectly. Zeke began trembling in a small babble, his athletic form shivering as he was freaking out more. “Yeah I know you’re name. Everything about you. Your Cellgrade, family history, your little insecurity. Hell, How Clearly deep in the closet you are. Needed too, after all, you took something from an official Hidden Network Establishment. Can’t let that slide as their Boss”, Ted mused as he looked down to Zeke, pinching his fingers together in the direction of the jocks crotch. Laughing as Zeke closed his legs as he silently swore in his sweat.

“I’m here because you Stole something from the Pariah. Saw you smugly flaunt the damn thing with your lads as you left the Pariah’s Palace. Where. Is. Twig!”, Ted asked as he loomed over the collapsed Jock. Zeke grew some confidence as he shouted back, Ted’s legs just an inch before his crotch. “It’sJustAplushie! Itisnot worthall this hassle-Aaahhh~”, was all Zeke groaned out as a leather boot stomped onto his groin. The force of the sole taking the wind out of Zeke’s plea as he moaned out a reaction from the pain on his face, his blush taking up his frightened expression….a mix of something Ted could almost place as he squished harder. Ted’s heavy shoe ground in rotation, enough to crush the small pecker nicely as he spoke again.

“regardless of what you think, You stole something precious from the Pariah. You are going to tell me its whereabouts, and will owe a debt to me. For this Slight, I’ll. Make Sure. It’ll. Hurt”, Ted assured cruelly. Stomping again and again for good measure as he built up his threat. Laughed through his modified voice….until he suddenly felt a small resistance under his boot. Looking down….to a very flushed man, eyes lightly closed as his legs spread more from the sole crushing onto his...erection?? A visible, dampness remaining beneath the visible sole-print that….Ted definitely knew wasn’t piss.

Ted stepped back, confused. The larger man felt the foot leave his groin, making him visibly changed tones much faster than Ted could process. As Zeke began groveling in front of the skinnier man. “FUCK I’M sORRY!!! I didn’t Know I was Messing with a property of the Tycoon, PLEASE. I.iii’ll Do Anything to Pay It Back If I Have Too”, Zeke began to beg in a tone that evolved from fear….to desperation. “What?”, was all Ted could respond in befuddlement. Ted’s intimidation being wayyy more successful than it should be before he could spout threats. Looking behind him for a moment in case he was being punk’d.

“I-I’ll tell you Anything! WHO the squad sold it to! N-NAME IT! To St-Settle this debt to you, AND not tell my family how much of a raging F@&g*t. I AM, Pl-please”, Zeke shook out as he crawled to the leg of Ted. Taking the Tycoon by surprise at the fearful expression mixed with a body language he was all too familiar with hooking-up. Silently cursing Bubblee for making him enjoy one of the pricks that hurt his friend. Taking Bubblee’s word for it, Ted began to laugh as the trembling man almost humped his leg in submission.

Zeke’s groveling earning him a maskless Tycoon, his lustful fear suddenly transfixed at the handsome face he looked up to.

Ted’s short, wild hair in dual blonde-crimson shades. Ted’s manly, thin goatee. Ted’s Piercing, yellow eyes. And Ted’s ears pierced by crow-skull earrings made for a very striking image to the man groveling on the Tycoon’s leg. Flicking his tongue piercing. as Ted’s pleased smirk, churned into a sadistic coy smile.

“Sandy Was Right About yah. About yah Being a Nancee n’all Too. I wasn’t expecting yah to be this much of a Needy-Freak. Yah get ‘hard’ often when someone threatens yah with a little extortion? or are yah that much of a Desperate Slut?”, Ted mused as he clipped his helmet to the back of his pants. Zeke’s begging returning slowly from a subtle comfort. Clearly more aroused by the face of the man with leverage over him. “Pl-PLease Don’t tell my family what I am! I’ll do Anything to settle what I did against you and your friend. Annything-”, Zeke trembled as the athletic man’s speech was stopped by a pale hand on his throat. Gagging from the grasp on his neck as Ted laughed….as Zeke’s pants got a little wetter from the grip on his Adam’s apple tightened. The full choke causing Zeke to shoot another spurt of cum in his designer white pants. Ted’s grip removing much of Zeke’s air as the jock teared-up from the pain. Until it turned to a tender, almost loving hold that made Zeke tremble weakly in a moan.

“Woah. Yer a Bigger F@&g*t than I thought??? I usually breaking in Idiots that cross me in some ditch for other’s to see and forget about. But yer into this? I...kinda like it~” Ted managed to tease from his rising concern. His increased hand-hug of Zeke’s throat made the jock more obedient than he realized as the wide man kept his breathy moan on the restroom floor. A kind look in his eyes, as Ted’s smile curled insidiously from an idea he got from renewed investment in this guy.

“Soooo, How about I get what I Want, and yah get what You want too, Boy!”, Ted teased cruelly. Releasing his choke on Zeke’s neck to plant the same hand onto the jock’s head. Petting Zeke’s gray hair, Ted humming in delight by the very soft texture. As the man on the floor met the standing Tycoon with eyes full of lust, stifling moans from the head-pats as he hugged Ted’s leg tighter with his athletic body. Trembling as he held onto Ted’s legs as he spoke, poking his limb with his small erection. “Please. please. please. pleaseee”, was all that crept from Zeke Mouth. Starring up with the most desperate, pleading eyes Ted ever from a target he was leveraging. Zeke’s brown irises pearling in small globby tears that made the Tycoon bit his lip again by how beautiful they made Zeke.

“Yer….Something else. How about this: I make yah into an example For Others. A special kind. Settle yer debt to me by making yah my official assistant. Part-time clerk, full-time Bitch”, Ted uttered confidently. Catching Zeke’s full attention fully as his groin got a little darker from those words as his erection clearly busted once more. As Ted’s hand pet the jock even more as he continued his offer.

“A big, little, Pet that does whatever I want. How I want. Whenever I want. At All Times, like a good Personal Toy”, Ted purposed to Zeke. The jock’s head sharply facing the Tycoon as he stared in a devotion That was clearly second nature to him.

Nodding as Ted continued; “You’ll tell me where Twig ended up, and make amends for the damage you and Heath caused to my friend. After I sample yah for being worthy of being my Fucktoy. If yah can’t satisfy me and my long rod, I’ll let slip Everything about you to anyone I want? Deal?”. “I would need to serve you? Like. With my Holes?? Cook for you? P-paper work??? Wh-Why give me this offer? I- AH NOT LIKE I AM NOT COnsidering!”, Zeke piped out in a moment of clarity. Trying to not show off how more aroused he was. Ted hummed as he response; “I’m a merciful man, Boy~ If I can resolve something peacefully with a target that doesn’t deserved to be destroyed. I will. Yer. Yer not as Bad as I thought. Can see why Sandy didn’t complain about your company”.

“ive never. I’ve Never been with ANYONE before. What if I fuck up and poor you like the freak-Loser I am?? Than what, you tell my family anyway?”, Zeke voiced his concern as he almost parted his hug from Ted’s Leg until the pets increased on his head. “Ahahaha, Nah. I’m Loving the Pervert you are. Entertaining me won’t be a problem with you like this~ I want you to be yourself more. I got just the thing to test your commitment to this life style. Thing is-”, Ted assured as he cut his point for a moment. Using his long hand to caress Zeke’s face. Forcing the uncertain man to face upwards, the flush on his clay-tan skin getting warmer as Ted’s firm fingers graced his skin.

“Do yah really wanna miss out on an opportunity like this? Protection. A shared Bed with a superior man and his Fat Rod who will Pay to cuddle? But still treat you like his personal sex toy?”, Ted cooed heavily as he regained Zeke’s devotion. Zeke whining a little as he looked up; “Nooooo—”. “No What, F@&g*t”, Ted shot-back fast as he dug his palm deeper into the crying cheek of the jock beneath him.

“Sniffle, No Sir. I. I Need This. Pleasee”, Zeke begged in a pathetic groan. His needy breathe waiting for a response. Ted asking a simple question to continue on; “Are you ready to live like the F@&g*t you’ve been dreaming of for so long? Broken in, Domesticated, and Controlled? Say Yes, And I’ll give you the life we both want for you, Boy”. Airing his tone to a fine point his fake accent couldn’t mimic from his command.

“Yes Sir”, Zeke responded in the lack of hesitation, making Ted….groan on the inside. Breathing harder in excitement from the lack of challenge this ended up, as his smirk curled by...how cute the gray haired sub looked pleading below him. Ted gaining a few ideas on how to best use his time with Zeke before heading out to finding Twig with the info he’d get.

Zeke shooting a hand upwards to shake as he nuzzled Ted’s leg, before the Tycoon petted his head in response. “Sorry Boy, lil’ inferiors like yah don’t shake hands to make deals with me. Kiss my boot. Then, start stripping as I go wash my hands”, Ted commanded to the trembling man. Zeke visibly jolting on on the floor in subtle elation, as he got off Ted’s leg in a small crawl. Face close to the ground, as he used his soft lips to plant a fat kiss on the leather of Ted’s boots. And then another, and another. As he laid many small worships like this, babbling gratitude’s for mercy. Ted having to snap his fingers as he smiled, laughing as he snapped Zeke out of his worship to remember his next task. Ripping off his tank top, the wide toned form lacked abs but was covered by a supple, juicy muscle. Zeke soft mass that shined from the lack of body hair or sweat.

Ted whistling as he made it to the sink to wash his hands, keeping a side eye on Zeke as he kept removing every article of clothing without any protest or difficulty. Chuckling a little as the jock….took the time to fold all his clothes a few feet away from where he waited for Ted.

When he was done, the only things in the restrooms was a fully clothed Ted a few feet besides an adorable sub that made his mouth drool. The older, college man was broad, toned clearly for expectation of his rank; his hairless form sported a squishy gut and hips carved delicately on his athletic frame. His thick neck, and supple chest were things Ted hoped he could spend days leaving bite marks on when he turned Zeke’s cunt into his well-spent fleshlight. Ted’s cock stiffened looking down to what was cradled between Zeke’s toned calves. As a smooth, cut, cock darted upwards with small pearls of cum dripping down to the black tiles from the pink mushroom he needed to abuse. The pencil dick made Ted bite his lip as he unzipped his pants, the pinkie-sized nub much smaller than his own prick.

Taking his time to get his bitch-to-be eager. Getting what he expected as the muscular man wagged his juicy, hairless ass as he crouched on his knees in wait for orders. Drooling at the sight of such an easy sub, one that looks ready for instructions as Zeke was memorized by Ted removing his sounding rod from his cock. The hairy, 8-inch dick much bigger than Zeke’s, especially as it got thicker from the arousal. The orb-like piercings looked like challenge markers to reach when taking the Tycoon’s dick: 6 rows of 2 studs each from the tip to his balls. Solely added to Ted’s dick to test new Holes to abuse.

“I’m gonna fuck that pretty face of Yers, F@&g*t. Make me Cum before 10 minutes, And I’ll consider yer contract to me as my new assistant settled~ And we’ll work everything else out till I’ve had my fill of yer Bitch-Throat chocking on my studs.”, Ted punctuated cruelly. Letting his thick shaft sag as he pocketed his sounding rod in a special slip in his pants. Zeke’s eyes were almost fully closed as he stood fully to attention, clearly fighting another load of cum from shooting out of his nub. Waiting in a whine as he hands got cold on the floor in his silent obedience. “What? No feedback from the Cocky Idiot threatening me a minute ago? Fucking dickless Pervert. GET OVER HERE, HOLE”, Ted Snarled.

Zeke jumped to action, crawling back to the foot of the man he needed. His large eyes opening in a scared excitement as his erection got smaller from the cold. Zeke’s voice cracked in his deep pitch from his shaky enjoyment. “yes. Yes. Yes. Yes Sirrrr”, Was all Zeke managed to vocalize as he knelled before Ted’s groin to worship it face-first. Arms to the ground in caution, as his pathetic nub rested above the Tycoons boot as Zeke used his face to rest the largest cock he had ever touched. Expectant. Eager. Earnest to prove himself to the cruel man before him. Making Ted laugh; Zeke’s easy devotion earned him a loving hair tousled, and Ted’s hairy balls spreading on the kneeling jock’s nose.

“Be a good little TOY and get my cock in yer face already before I change my Mind”, Ted smirked out harshly. “Yes MASTER”, Zeke moaned absentmindedly as if drunk on his lust. Ted taken aback by the sudden change of vernacular. Holding in his deep, sudden arousal at being called that. As Ted’s hairy cock was lovingly tenderized by Zeke. The jock’s cute, long face paraded the Tycoon’s groin in kisses, long laps of his tongue in fervent worship, and rubs against his cheeks. The “man” that had lifted him off his feet with ease, was reduced to nothing by the needy F@&g*t begging to slurp Ted’s long shaft.

“Fucking Perverted F@&g*t. Yah Dickless Hole. Where the ‘Man’ that lifted me off the ground a few minutes ago, Huh? Guess he wasn’t real. Unlike the pencil-dick Freak Making out with my prick”, Ted laughed through a steady groan. Letting Zeke have his fill of the hairy cock removed from his pants. Spending 2 minutes….worshiping Ted’s cock without sucking on it. Despite the deadline for his new life style, Ted let it slide for Zeke, the devotion felt soo much better than he realized this touch starved sub could manage. Zeke’s moans filling the restroom until they were silenced by him stuffing Ted’s hairy balls in his mouth.

His large jaws and delicate lips parting wide to swallow the testes in one motion. Nose inhaling beneath the shaft as his upper face brushed against the studs of the superior shaft Zeke needed to be violated by. Tears dripping to the floor as Zeke inhaled deeply as he washed the taste of Ted’s balls on his large tongue; tasting, swirling, and lightly swallowing the fat testicles as if they could climax like Ted’s cock.

His lack of experience in oral made up by his unfathomable craving for dick.

Until he pulled his face away from the hairy nuts he had washed, kissing them closer to his calves as he breathed out gratitude to his ‘master’, his kisses finding their way to the heavy shaft pointed to his face. As Zeke tasted the soaked foreskin of Ted. Tongue hugging past the tight, erect hood as he lapped up the salty dick that had just pissed beside his worthless incher a few moments ago. Making Ted throw his head back as he groaned louder, his pleasure matched by enthused swallowing. Zeke traveling further down the 1st level of studded cock. Choking, but unable to stop as he inhaled the dick like Ted had already owned him. The jock sobbing as he forced himself to breathe through his nose. Inhaling the blonde pubes just as fast as he impaled his throat down to the base of the studded cock.

Gagging loudly, as he continued swallowing more centimeters of Ted’s girthy cock. Holding a hand to his face as he laughed lightly in ecstasy. “Sandy told my friend everything you’ve said, part of her job. When She joked about those stories yah mentioned about no gag-reflex, I called Bull. I’m giving her a raise for the heads up. Yer throat is stellar”, Ted mused pleased. Zeke drinking the compliment as he felt deeply ashamed of every secret he had told his saloon Ma’am, fearful of what Ted knew as he continued enjoying a dick he needed,

Swirling his long tongue along the large dick he loved. The taste, the firm yet tender feel as it sent sparks on his tastebuds. The studs tickling his mouth snaking their way to his gagging esophagus as he desperately tried drinking whatever came out of Ted’s cock. Be it piss, sweat, or cum as Zeke stopped 2 inches shy of the base. Teds girth punching past Zeke’s uvula, sending great jolts of pleasure to the both of them as Zeke cried more, his lack of a gag reflex coming in handy as he was suffocating on cock.

A sensation he Needed again, and Again.

Groaning, Ted had less than 3 minutes before his self imposed deadline, so he cheated to ensure this freak would be his. As the Tycoon slapped Zeke. Hard. On the right cheek, shocking the cock-drunk F@&g*t to full attention as the sting made the sub look up. “Get to the base, Hole!”, Ted uttered cruelly as he held the cheek he slapped. Caressing the tears that flowed as Zeke obeyed harder.

Gagging more, as he inhaled fully to the last level of studs, hitching his sobbing as he busted a load on Ted’s Shoe. Ted snickered at this. AS HE STOMPED ON THE 3-INCH DICKLET. Zeke Screamed in his moan, his teeth slightly biting Ted, much to Ted’s chagrin. “Whose supposed to be cumming here, F@&g*t. Now YAH REALLY DONE IT. If yah wanna Cum so Much, FUCK MY SOLE. While I CUM down yer Worthless Throat, HOLE”, Ted sneered deeply in lust. Zeke was scared, powerless to the clothed man as his sweat-less muscles shivered from it all. His tears dripping as the sole of Ted’s boot squished his nub harder into the tile. Stopping atop the ‘shaft’ as Ted grabbed Zeke’s head by both hands, his fingers gripping to the back of his skull.

As Ted smashed Zeke’s Nose into his bush of blonde pubes. Impaling the naked sub fully as all 13 studs rested warmly down the sobbing throat of Zeke as if they belonged there. Forcing Zeke to suck and swallow every inch of his dick on repeat as he spoke; “Hump your worthless inches between my sole and the tile, Hole. IT’s the Only Way Bitches like you should cum when used like proper TOYS”. Groaning deeper with each repeated thrust into Zeke’s Mouth, the sloshing of saliva and throat inhaling made Ted see stars as Zeke felt so utterly pathetic. A mere fleshlight to a cock that would own him. One Zeke had grown addicted to. As Zeke obeyed desperately through his red, sore eyes.

Thrusting through the pain of the his small dicklet against the smooth tile and rough rubber of Ted’s Boot. His tears unending as his esophagus was fucked, again. and again. and again as the pressure above his nub got harder-and-harder. His nub was hurting, but outside of not caring for the pain….Ted Guessed Zeke loved the suffering just as much as he did. Teeth grinning as he howled.

As Ted Groaned loudly. Half impaling a cock-drunk Zeke so his new Bitch could drink his cum in full. The salty, rich crème of his loads shooting like buckshot along the back of Zeke’s Throat and above his hungry tongue. Zeke looking up elated, needy as he drunk in the affection as Ted kept petting his head on a job well done as he fired rope after rope of climax. Painting Zeke’s mouth full of Cum that disappeared as fast as it coated his hungry tastebuds. Ted letting his new pet lick, and clean his cock as he enjoyed their sealed contract. The eager slave-to-be gently worshiping the groin that had violated it, as he popped out his dicklet from beneath Ted’s shoe. And began licking the boot he had stained with his own cum. Moaning as he polished the leather with his mouth.

Ted chuckling….lovingly at his new toy doing this. “tankyoumaster, thankyoumaster. Thank. You. Masterrrrr~ W-wait. I just sucked a guy off. In a public restroom. Fucckkk. I didn’t EVen ASK IF YOU LIKE BEING CALLED ‘MASTER’, FUCK”, Zeke started freaking out as bit as the cock he swalloed rested beside his face. Until he felt a familiar hand clasp the cheek that wasn’t slapped. Locking up in his rising worry. “I loved. Everything you did. Call me Master, or other words you like, Toy. I give petnames out like candy to those I want to be around~”, Ted flirted out his praise. Denting the rising anxiety of Zeke a little as the sub tried wording out his concern. Clearly still aroused and needing to cum, despite his sore dicklet.

“i haven’t even been on date with a person before. How, how can I accept his as my new normal? How is this okay. It’s bad enough to be a flamer in public. But I liked drinking your cum in men’s restroom for Godsake???”, Zeke questioned as his fingers tightened around Ted’s calf. Ted’s eyes soothing softer than before as he petted his head. “There’s nothing wrong with being gay, mate. Or freaky either. We all got something in us that can’t be hidden. Being with me, I promise you will be comfortable just being you”, Ted assured as the jock tried looking up through the genuine panic trying to subside in his eyes.

“Would it be bad if I hate myself, S-Sir? I. I don’t know. I’ve. Never had a chance to love the things about me My family forces away”, Zeke admitted in defeat. Looking away one last time as the naked man’s attention was brought back to the gentle smile of Ted. “Nah, Pet. Can’t love a stranger, can you? But like me, you’ll learn to love that outsider. I’ll give you everything you need as Mine to be happy with what you see in the mirror, and in your head. I promise”, Ted soothed deeply in an accent Zeke has never heard of fully. A foreigner’s pitch rarely spoken in the area, the genuine tone….making him feel safer from the earnest approach.

“Yes, Ty-tycoon”, Zeke pipped out calmly. Looking up with a quiet need for correction. Ted tilted his head in joy as he proved it; “Yes what, Pet?”.

“Yes. Yes Master”, Zeke shyly peeped out in a nervous pride. The large crybaby on the restroom floor shaking his ass as he waited to be ordered around once more at his own pace now. “Good Toy. What’s on your mind now? Is there….Something you want me to know?”, Ted questioned the naked sub. Zeke perking to attention fast; “MayIpolishYourboots, Master???, FUck-I. I want to. Clean my cum off your shoes, Sir. They deserve to be free from them, Sirr”. Ted nodded approvingly at the polite request. Drinking in the worship as he saw Zeke slowly crouch back down to polish his boots with his own tongue.

The thick athletic man whimpered out as he savored the leather shoe on his tongue, licking both of them despite only one being covered in cum. As Ted zipping up his cleaned-off cock back in his pants in satisfaction. Snapped his fingers to break his new Bitch out of his daze. Forcing the naked slave to crawl back to Ted, who began petting his new assistant.

“Good Toy. Welcome to the Hidden Network. Being my Bitch is a full-time job, one you’ll likely get accustomed to for tending to me as my precious, little property”, Ted admitted in joy. “I’ll make sure to groom your experience for your transgressions you did to Doll. But don’t worry, I’m sure chastity will look good on you~. Plus you won’t be wearing much clothes when we’re alone and I get my hands all over you again”, Ted cooed at the obedient college jock.

Zeke whimpering in response as he pipped up; “yes, Master. Of course, I. I Deserve it for stealing Twig, I feel like shit from what happened to it. But, thank you for letting me be-”, Zeke admitted in pain. Trying to find the right words as he continued.

“Thank you for letting me be who I was always meant to be, Sir. I’m Sorrryyy”, Zeke looked up from nuzzling Ted’s Legs. Ted looking down kindly as he waited for his slave to respond. Zeke getting up the courage to head-pat to continue; “m-master. Heath and the squad. Made me sell twig. I just wanted him because he was Soooo cute and made me feel Not Alone. Last I saw, they went to Arnold’s Fence from the Valtese Gang to the East of town. I’m sorry for...all this”. Ted Groaned hard as he rolled his eyes, using his other hand to ensure that his annoyance wasn’t directed to his new pet.

“Ughhhh, GReat. The Chem baron’s Op. Thanks Pet. Sounds..like it wasn’t yer choice even to make that Kind of Deal. IF his gang has it, I need to hurry”, Ted piped out in revelation. Letting go in small annoyance as he tried walking way. Getting his Holo-bracelet on as he started talking; “I’ll get Bubblee to take care of yah, take yah somewhere safe while I handle those Chem-Fiends—”.

“Wh-what! You’re Leaving Already?? What about Us?? Pl-llease don’t toss me away!! I’ll come with if Need Be!!!”, Zeke sprung onto Ted as he jumped to his full height. Ted turning to the burly sub that….embraced him. The panic, sad expression curling on Zeke as he began to kiss Ted on the cheek. His worship traveling in small whimpers to a confused Ted, as the taller slave beset his new owner with more kisses to the neck. Rather than push him away, Ted’s conflicted vibe was stifled for a moment until he let his instincts kick in. As the Tycoon hugged his new assistant.

Zeke freezing as his whimpers were smothered by a loud whine as he stopped kissing, arching his thick neck around the jacket collar of Ted. Ted’s hands caressing and holding onto Zeke as he hands traveled to the toned back of the jock as he spoke upwards to his sub’s ear. “Toy, Pet, Precious; You were amazing. Outside of breaking You in. I know….I will enjoy your service in full. Later. A precious little thing like you has a nice body, but you and I know you’re not built to deal with Cellgrade-Narcos”, Ted soothed as he squeezed Zeke in their hug.

“but-but I’dmissyou. We...We Just Meet and I wanna. I Wanna Know the Real You! Not just the dick I’mma Gonna Suck. Le-Let me take care of you, M-master. Pleeeasee”, Zeke looked down pleadingly with his dopey big eyes. His brown irises wide in expectation as Ted chuckled lovingly. Holding onto Zeke’s cheek as he looked up and spoke; “yer….a sweetheart to offer going head-1st into a narco den with a pure utility cellgrade, Pet~ Big muscles or Not. I can’t on good conscious let my precious go under fire. I don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”,Ted cooed out as Zeke rubbed his face deeper into Ted’s palm.

Nodding as he looked deeper into the yellow iris’s of his owner as the Tycoon spoke. “Good Boy. I’ll be back later to pick you up when I’m safe too. For now, I’ll get Bubblee to set you up. Send you somewhere safe and comfy to rest and wait for me to plan out your new job by my side”, Ted assured to his new pet. Seeing Zeke’s erection perk up as Ted continued on. “yes master...Master….Can...canikissyou??”, Zeke pleaded shyly down to the man he needed.

Ted’s eyes widened at the forwardness, a little comfortable by how….sensually this truly was from a man he thought Bubblee would have to clean off her bathroom. Musing at how lovely this surprise was as he enjoyed Zeke so far. As Ted nodded. Closing his eyes as he stuck his tongue out...as it touched the perked lips of a shy Zeke. Both men opening their eyes to the dumbfounded realization of how they were gonna kiss each other.

Making Ted chuckle as he brought his hand behind Zeke’s head and connected mouths. Clearly stealing Zeke’s 1st kiss as they inhaled their tastes together. Sucking on the larger tongue of Zeke as they breathed through each other, enjoying the hints of his own cum on the breath of his sub. Zeke moaning as he didn’t give up control, but danced his wet muscle along the gentle control of his new owner as the Tycoon led him carefully in the make-out. Dipping the muscular man by his hips as he parted their tongues.

Ted looking into the awestruck eyes of Zeke, the brown irises shocked by the tender, simple act of affection as Ted left one last peck on his pet as he helped him stand back up. “i’m gonna steal everything that you are, Pet. 1st kiss, virginity, and freedoms you will be happy are gone. But when I am free, I’m gonna romance you like a cute boy like you deserves”, Ted wooed to Zeke. Making the taller man blush again, as Zeke nodded deeply in interest. Hugging his owner one last time as they stood together.

“Bubblee is gonna set you up with some new clothes, so you don’t walk around in stained anything, Pet”, Ted soothed as he patted Zeke’s hand. Handing him the golden badge he had stowed away with his guild’s symbol. Zeke smiling lightly as his shy expression grew elated as his owner spoke. “She’ll alert you when I’m back, Okay? Wait here, you got about 20 minutes left of your old life in this restroom. So cum as much as you can before they come knocking~ I already got an inverted cock cage with your nub in mind”, Ted laughed out lovingly as he waved behind him.

“B-Bye, Master. I’ll miss you”, Zeke meekly said before the restroom door opened in front of Ted.

Looking back to seeing Zeke wave back as he almost hugged the golden pin to his burly chest, as Ted was out the door of the men’s Restroom and onto his next lead for Twig the Giraffe.

Bonus

A woman in pearl colored, saloon-attire kicked open the door to her boss’s room. As Bubblee was interrupted by the furious tantrum of Sandy, the red-head waltzing loudly to her mistress. “BOSSSS, Please don’t tell me you Hook-Up’d my favorite Client to the TYCOON!”, she whined out in worry.

Bubblee looked from her desk, wearing round glasses above her metallic make-up as she continued doing her finances for her establishment chain. “And why would it concern you, Sandy? Zeke’s gayer than stiletto heels? What? Gonna miss your paid-Friend???”, Bubblee teased as she looked bemused to her employee.

“YES. Do you know how hard it is to find a man I Want to talk to? A sweetheart to chat with about ANYTHING? I know the TYCOON’s gonna turn him out like the other Men he breaks in when Bored! I don't want Zeke tossed out like some sex-liberated, used condom, even if he'll be happy out of the closet. why my lil’ guyyyyy”, Sandy cried out. Her mopping sincere despite how exaggerated her wails were.

Bubble rolled her eyes as she responded; “Not likely. Corvid doesn’t do special treatment like this one. In one of his favorite spots in the city even, waiting for him. My plans for this are working wonders: I get a high profile closet-case out of here, Ted can try to find love again, and we all be happy. Speaking of reaping said benefits”. Interrupting herself, as Bubblee pulled a check from her desk.

Sandy’s eyes going wide as she looked at the extra zeros ahead of the normal amount of credits on her usual salary.

“What’s This???”, Sandy said in suspicion. “Your new paystub. Raise included. Corvid offered it as a thank you for his new assistant. I’m sure Zeke’s gonna stick around like I thought...So ask the Tycoon if you can speak with your bestie. Considering my Leader’s paying the difference for Zeke’s usual tab...every 2 weeks now”, Bubblee laughed as she continued her work. As Sandy thought about her next course of action, hoping her Zeky was alright getting wrapped up in the heart of Undersociety.