Ted's Tedious Trade: Part 2- Eastside Narcos (Patreon)

Topics and CW: Action, BDSM, Big Cocks, Body Horror, Chastity, Kissing, Light HP Slur usage, Masturbation, Mentions of S-F-P, MLM, Phone Sex, Power Imbalance, Sensual Dom, Sex Toys, Situationship-to-something more, Size Difference, S&M, SPH, Verbal Degradation, 'Combat'

Summary

Ted does some light sexting in his cab. Driving to the location Zeke gave him from the last whereabout for Twig the Giraffe. Getting closer to his new assistant/bitch, is the highlight of the Tycoon's day. As he buries his feelings for his new Pet to focus on the dangers ahead. As he infiltrates the Drug Den of Cellgrade Narcos. Deep in enemy territory, violence follows suit as he works to find Twig and topple the operation. As Ted lives up to his street name.

Part 2- Eastside Narcos

Ted raced comfortably to the Lower-Eastside of Santa Nueva. A slick, black cab reflected the dusk’s shade harder from tinted windows as it weaved through dead neighborhoods and abandoned factories. The bubbled Mega-city caught in the dull, grayish blue hues of their artificial night as the dome’s illumination painted the car Ted was chauffeured in. His vehicle darting quietly through the urban hive: into a nest where thugs lorded over the lower classes and extremely impoverished. Cutting past a major change of scenery as he left territories he had authority over, to ones ruled by pockets of scum brave enough to be ‘in-the-light’ rather than sewer or Nomensland. It’s architecture warping from barely sound to decrepit; a cage that starved the many families trapped in poverty.

Ted’s annoyance quelled through his tinted windows for a moment as he was on a call, trying to take his mind off why he prioritizes the destruction of non FCU rivals.

Laughing as he called his new assistant on his secured, Abandon-ware device. The liquid-glass screen flicking on to show Zeke on the other end; his background glowed a soft orange as he rested on a wide king-sized bed. Clearly a refurbished, fancy hotel room that was elevated somewhere tall due to a peek of the window in the video’s angle showing off part of Santa Nueva’s….lushes forestry. Fidgeting on the mattress as his muscular neck breathed heavier in the safe house, Zeke was blushing as the brim of a paper bag peaked from beneath the view of his camera.

“Are you adjusting well to my diggs, Pet? You look a little flush?”, Ted mused sincerely in his base accent. His deep, formal speech filling the back of the personal cab granted privacy by a thick glass window meant to protect the driver. Looking through the tinted surface for a moment as Zeke whined a little, the taller jock’s lip curling uneasy….in a shy enjoyment through his camera. Zeke’s eyes darting as his mouth visibly dried up from how he tried hiding his excited about something humiliation presented to him.

“it’s, Its really pretty here, Master. AH, SIr! By the edge of the national park and Midup-bubble where I grew up!….Never got to see all the trees growing up since my….Childhood home lacked windows”, Zeke confided earnestly through his flustered slew of tones. Ted….smiled as his eyes softened by his boy’s cute flush. “….same here, pet. Only trees I had ever seen in my life were the ones my family….Owned. I was not aware of that park until I was 20! That room’s my favorite spot to rest in, to enjoy the sights with….someone I want to get to know”, Ted mused lovingly. His care hard at work hiding a slip of his past about where he had 1st seen a tree due to the discomforting memory.

“m-master. It’s beautiful. *sigh* thank you. I...I really like this room, and...all of this sooo far too. I am, just. A little. Nervous by whatsinthebagg”, Zeke admitted in distress on the other end of the video call. The device mounted to a stand catching his cute frustration in full due to the camera’s angle, his chest jiggling a little as he lifted the paper bag to full view to point at it. Ted closed his eyes, smitten by how adorable he found Zeke’s fluster, mouth watering by how the man’s thicker body flexed from his panic. “Wha? That Lil’ thing~ It’s your new uniform...For when you will be alone with me at least, Ahaah”, Ted shamelessly admitted.

“Sirrrrr! Th-There’s NOTHING IN THIS BAG BUT: Paper instructions, some girly pink choker, A. Ahh. G-God. A long butt-plug at least 6 inches curved in the shape of H-Hearts. AND. and the cage you mentioned….”, Zeke cried out rising terror. His arousal creeping out of his face for genuine fear as he displayed each item he had mentioned from the bag to view. Saving the last ‘uniform’ piece for last, as an incredibly small, pink inverted chastity cage shook in the thick fingers of the muscular sub. The word ‘slave’, Loving engraved on a notch that would rest above where Zeke’s ‘dick’ would be. Ted gave a tender, sadistic laugh as he hummed out a response; “I did say I had a cage in mind for you, Pet. I...Like you enough to set you up right as my assistant”.

Zeke trembled at that, wanting to speak out as he was clearly conflicted; “sirr, what am I assisting with exactly? You said being a Bitch was full-time, so will I, like, never wear clothes again??”. The jock whined as he tried hard not throwing the bag away after placing the chastity cage back into it. “You’ll wear clothes again, Pet. When we are with company. Outfits I pick. Not like I can take you out on dates in the nude after all”, Ted smiled out.

Stopping Zeke in his fit as he realized what his owner had said.

“D-Dates? Like. The. Like the Ones people go on for...romance and shit?? you. You actually listened to that part in the restroom, S-sirr?”, Zeke breathed out in a rising focus of gentle affection. Losing his tremble as he calmed himself slowly from the relaxation, Zeke’s expectant eyes softening from their fear as he stared into the camera.

“it sounded important to you, Pet. I want to do all the things you’ve dreamed of with another man. The sex bits can wait till your comfortable, though knowing how you are. I doubt you would want to wait on tasting me again~”, Ted cooed out before ending it in a soft laugh. Zeke blushing harder as he visibly softened. Holding the paper bag closer to his chest as he spoke. “Sooo..when would I be naked for you with all of this on or in me, Master”, the taller man urged with a careful interest. His shyness side-stepping as he got cozy on the mattress from Ted’s seduction.

Ted curled his eye brows pleased as he spoke; “On the clock with just me, You’ll be my full-time bitch ready to serve me in every way I can think of~ that clit-cage a reminder of what you are, and what you did. You’ll make up for your past when your holes have memorized my cock veins, Pet”. Shifting his camera view to his beltline to tease Zeke with his widening erection. Zeke melted visibly in view, drooling as his wide, brown eyes looked longingly for the violation his throat had faced a while ago. “yesmaster, thank-thank you for your mercy, Sir”, He whispered as he messed with the collar of his shirt from his arousal.

“You can thank me fully, by stripping for me like a good little F@&g*t. Then, follow those instructions for me, Pet. So we can have some fun together when I come see you in your new uniform sooonn”, Ted responded eagerly as he unzipped his pants. Flopping out his erect cock from the sleeve as Zeke’s jaw dropped at the sight. The cab’s lighting making the 13 piercings glisten along the pale shaft as the girthy member throbbed harder from the attention of the sub on call. Zeke gulped as he pipped out; “master. Am I on the Clock right now as your Bitch?”. Only getting a soft nod of approval and a wink from Ted. Zeke looked to the paper bag one last time as he placed it beside the bed. As he began to strip in front of the device.

Zeke’s lips quaked as his large, teary eyes shook from the humiliation he willingly underwent. His manly breathing filling the audio of the call from his clear arousal as he surrendered to Ted once more, blindly obeying by removing his chain necklaces before his shirt was lifted upwards. The fabric tightly scaling a wide, muscular frame to reveal a smooth, visible gut that slowly hanged above his groin attached to meaty hips Ted wanted to bite. His thick, toned arms flexing the top free of his torso like the shirt was shy itself, its hug highlighting the supple, dark tan muscle it barely hid.

Zeke’s wide chest bouncing as his large pecs were finally freed, showing off his broad neck and large nipples before his body sat up. The jock simply unbuckling before his zipper fled south, forcing his pants to the floor as his ‘erect’ dicklet kissed the room’s air with a weak tremble of leaking cum. Clearly still free balling as Zeke kicked all his clothes away from the mattress, no signs of shoes and socks likely from the polite boy leaving them by the entrance.

Ted began stroking himself in view of the camera as Zeke regained his focus on his Master, covering his crotch with a winch as the taller sub stared expectantly to his owner. “Like what you see, Pet?”, Ted responded softly as his left hand repeatably climbed his full 8 inches. The pale, studded cock slick from precum. Ted’s stern hand caused the girthy shaft to sensually bend closer to the camera from the meaty friction of his palm ascended smoothing up before rocking down to Ted’s hairy balls. Zeke’s waiting mouth meekly released; “y-yesss, I—”.

“Yes, What?”, Ted corrected. Zeke standing to attention as his shaky eyes melted in visible euphoria; “yes. Yes Master...I love what I see. th-Thank you for showing me your cock, Master. It’s sooo much bigger than mine~”. Ted chuckled at Zeke’s self humiliation, proud his boy was getting the hang of his position. “Goood Boy. Such a beautiful Toy I own. Pretty. Thick. Small in all the right places. Eager. All to myself. Waiting alone to be used like the big cock-sleeve you are. Is there anything my pet would….want from me for tonight?”, Ted teased. Trying to contain some his verbal enjoyment.

Zeke shivered as his breath grew louder, unable to hide the visible trail of cum out of his cock. The clear, watery ooze thick in it’s long teardrop as it trickled out of view of the camera continuously, shaking slightly whenever Zeke was in motion. Looking down a moment until his obedient eyes focused longingly to the device Ted called him from. Whining as his lips quaked in anticipation.

“Come’on, F@&g*t? Is...there anything you would want to do with me. Alone. Together~ Long. And Hard towards a certain boy of mine?” Ted flirted with a playful sadism.

Zeke swayed his large body in view from anticipation, his whines getting worse until he stopped. Looking slowly to the camera fully as his eyes almost closed from his submission as he spoke deeply in arousal.

“May. May I- mMay this boy be used by your cock, M-master”, Zeke admitted guilty, his face red from embarrassment as his wide body shook intensely from lust. Earning a cruel, deep, soft laugh from Ted as he gazed hungrily “Haahaahah~ My polite, forward, lil’Pet. If you want to earn the privilege of being my new cum-rag: how about you make fun of your shrimp-dick before following those instructions on camera, Pet?”, Ted mused in certainty. Slouching his broad, supple shoulders; Zeke let go of his crotch and entered a position Ted assumed was meant to make the Tycoon more aroused. Zeke was right in that.

As Zeke took the initiative with his dumb expression of needy lust, and revealed his leaking nub to the camera as he placed both hands behind his head. Arching his elbows out of sight of the video call as he flexed his juicy, toned arms away from his crotch. Zeke flaunting just how hairless he truly was. Ted whistled, as his adoring yellow eyes enjoyed the sight of it all, stroking his long shaft a little faster in the comfort of his cab. Not able to hide how much he loved Zeke’s steadfast obedience.

“Ahaha. Awwww, you are adorable, Pet~ Bet that cage is gonna fit nicely on your Clit. Thank you for the lovely pose. But. I am still waiting on a certain order I gave you”, Ted chimed out as his voice soothed. Smitten by how cute his new assistant was as the trembling man spoke up. “Do-Do you have a prompt for me sir, or anything you want me to r-r-remark for your amusement?”, Zeke piped out with an unsteady lust as he stared at Ted’s cock through the camera. Ted stroking harder as he responded with a laugh; “you have been amazing at acting/saying what comes to mind, Pet. I bet I will adore anything you say. Let loose, and spout those cruel words about your nub you thought of after tasting a real cock~”.

Zeke’s soft, supple, clay-tan shivered in the lack of sweat as he spoke into the camera with his eased lust; “t-t-tonightwasthe First time I ever touched a real Cock, Master. My Worthless, Inchless, Cocklet is sooo tiny and pathetic I never masturbated in my life because there’s nothing for my big hands to grab. I hit my balls to squirt most nights. Or. Or. or squirt when...Looking a men like you-”. Zeke paused as he swayed his hips to shake his nub, the pencil dick barely reaching 3 inches from his ‘erection as he continued his humiliating tirade as tears leaked along his stream of cum. “Thrusting into beneath your Boot was the only time my Clit was ever touched, Master. Thank You for allowing me to Cum like that, Sir. And Thank you, thank you”, Zeke relented with deep lust. Ted pumping his cock stronger as the admission continued.

“Thank, thank you for...Tr-treating me the way you do.”, Zeke whined as his loud humiliating speech deescalated into….a sincere gratitude.

Ted smiled hard as he tried not biting his lip, feeling himself at the tip of a climax as he went to slowly edge his long shaft. “See, I loved every second of that, My Pet~ Spouting your truth; makes sense why your pretty lil’nub is soo sensitive. Bet I can breed you in your cage and make you squirt buckets, Huh? My new Cum-rag”, Ted laughed out sadistically. The noise making Zeke wince in his shy enjoyment as he pathetically nodded before he spoke. “Thank you, master. may. May I put on some of the stuff from your instructions for your..enjoyment too?”, Zeke forwarded to Ted. His longer fingers no longer behind his head as they twiddled in front of Zeke’s wide, bouncy chest.

Before Ted could get more smitten, he heard 3 knocks coming from the driver’s window into the back seats. Audibly annoyed, as Ted let his cock get soft as he commanded his sub; “Not everything, Pet. Doubt I will have time for you to ram your new plug considering you will need to clean out”.

Zeke looked sad, his face and lips pointing down as his pretty brown eyes tried looking up in his despair for attention. “You already there, Sir? Will, Will you be safe? I know you’re super scary by the rumors….But I would feel bad if you get hurt due to….Me causing this”, Zeke relented meekly in his deep voice. Ted withheld his laugh, closing his eyes as his cock throbbed at the concern for his health from the sub he had just met. Ted looked pleased as he stroked himself slower; “I will, be okay. Pet. Don’t worry. I’ll be by that safe house to rock your world again, as long and as….passionate as you would want from me, Okay?”. The Tycoon putting big emphasis on Zeke’s comfort coming first.

His comforting worked, as Zeke responded calmly; “Yes sir. Do, do you want me to wear any of my uniform to be ready for you still, M-Master?”. His nervous eagerness peeking out for approval as Ted was quick to respond. “Be a good Boy, and wear your choker for me. Than lock up your Nub. I’m sure you’ve been memorizing the instructions for it since you were left alone~”, Ted cooed out into a chuckle. Causing Zeke’s lips to curl wildly from being called out once more. Nodding, the taller sub turned his toned body to grab something from the small paper bag.

Firstly, Zeke napped the unlatched leather choker; the thick, pink neckwear was wide enough to cover from neck to half of his Adam’s apple. Wrapping the strap around his breathy throat, as he tightened the back end like a proper belt. Looping the buckle as tight as possible, making his eyes almost close from his arousal of the sensation around his thick neck. As the pink choker made noise from being worn correctly, the cutesy heart-shaped lock dangling beneath Zeke’s chin shaking every time his head moved.

Next came the cock cage. As Zeke grabbed the whole thing with shaky hands. Nodding to himself as he pulled the ring first from his palm, setting the rest beside the mattress. Slipping his ball in, as his now soft dicklet crept through the initial phase with ease past his scrotum. Its safety elastic comfortable along his hips. Grabbing the latch of the clit-cage, Zeke gulped as he saw the minor urethra insertion. Pinching his nub as he inserted the tube into his pisshole, whining at the touch rather than pain. As Zeke pushed the flat clit-cage deeper into what used to be his cocklet.

Until no inches truly remained, save for the pathetic, pink “Slave” engraving peering from his ballsack from how deep the micro cage shrunk. Zeke taking the key from the bag, as he took a few seconds to adjust himself, his last vestiges of ego dying as he let his untapped desires take control fully. Locking his cage, and solidifying his new life with Ted.

Ted was drooling at this point, as the car stopped. Lost in desire as he had picked up the pace in his masturbation. Catching the needy eyes of Zeke, as the Tycoon sighed deeply. His dicklet visibly leaking from the cage, even as Ted began putting away his shaft. “m-master. Are, Are you not gonna Nutt yet?? Did I do something to step out of line??”, Zeke asked a little worried. His fears silences by a humming Ted; “Wha? Nah, You were perfect~ I never really intended to cum, Mostly wanted to Tease you Good. But, got close there. Why would I waste my loads in my cab when I got you back home to take care of me?”. His closed lip smile soft, catching Zeke off guard a little at how sincere the Tycoon was to him.

Snapping Zeke out of his anxiety, as the jock grew more comfortable. Visibly melting in a standing slouch as he was complimented further. “Besides. You look beyond incredible, Pet. The difference in your large body, to your micro nub are….Hypnotic. You remember what comes next, for that key, Pet?”, Ted seduced out in his sort of regal, base accent. “Flush it, M-Master. You-you have the last key, so I will always remained cage until you seeee fit”, Zeke answered expectantly. Ted chuckling as he responded; “good boy. Do so when you clean out. For now, Duty calls. I will. See you shortly, okay, Pet?”. Going to send the call as Zeke nodded once more.

“please come back safe, sir. I. i want to… Learn more. And….others things if you will let a guy like me enjoy them with you”, Zeke meekly begged as he avoided looking at Ted. His shy eyes nervous, but softly infatuated. Ted tilted his head in enjoyment as he ended their conversation; “anything you want, Pet. You know I’m good for it. I promise to keep myself safe, and come back to you….I’ll miss you too, okay?”. Waiting a few seconds as his door was opened for him to act, as Zeke nodded at the shift of his owner’s time. Zeke ending the call before Ted could. As the Tycoon’s driver opened his passenger entrance for him, opening into the pungent air of an abandoned industry strip. Stepping out of the car onto street debris that crunched beneath his boot, grabbing his helmet as he left onto side walk.

CWS: Death, Espionage, Themes of Drug use, Human Trafficking, Body Horror, Combat and 'Combat' (magical and not)

Ted’s masked chauffeur went back to the driver’s seat as fast as they had opened the door for him. “Privacy and Speed. Gonna give Chandani my regards for opening the service~”, Ted mused alone as the cab drove from decrepit street. Standing alone, Ted was surrounded by 12, ancient factories built around the 23rd century that dotted the neighborhood. Created before Winter 0; their purposes lost to time as they rotted around many brick ‘apartments’ whose workers would have lived and died there. Their exteriors blacked with the mistakes of the old world; whatever windows not sealed by planks were bare of glass as if pores left from gunshots. Dozens of open spaces dotting this carcass of urban sprawl leading into meaty voids of post-industrial rot.

His silhouette made more obvious against the aged brick building suffocated by their factory-Masters; Ted completed his blood-red attire by wearing his helmet. Slipping into the alley nearest him without much spare thought outside of the focus that crawled face-first in his mind as he began to travel. Ditching most of the jovial nature he had with Zeke as he immediately went to work, his boot steps getting quieter as he skulked halls that smelled of rotten oil. Hooking up his holo-bracelet to the interface in his helmet, Ted used the location Zeke told him on the way to the Eastside. A layout of the city popping into his vision mid-run as it closed in on the network of streets, alleys, and factories that housed his target. The blue hologram focusing through the digital copy of Santa Nueva where Ted ran, directing him through Valtese Territory and where his quarry festered in His City.

The furled helmet blocking the stench, as Ted sharply turned into a road where two factories almost collided into each other from their collapse. Parts of their upper floors visible from the terrain Ted silently stalked through as he saw the visible change in the air. As iron filled the atmosphere of the area like a thickening blood mist, the crimson vapor acrid even through his mask’s filtration. These buildings active, their chimneys pumping out caustic fume. Forcing Ted to extend his beak out for superior filtration of the acidic air around him, the wet red wind flaking partly on him as he began climbing into the nearest window. It’s stained stone crusted with a fresh coating of sanguine discharge from the Narco’s facility, clinging more and more on rougher contact to his skin. Scaling the wall of the most stable factory nearest his mark, the other half of the ‘building’ almost grew from the architecture like a tumorous growth of collapsed mortar and brick.

Finally jumping into the 4th floor window, Ted’s helmet moved the HUD of his map to the upper right side for viewing as the lens activated an adaptive night vision. Looming in the deeper darkness free from Santa Nueva’s artificial night; Ted realized he was the only soul around this level as he stared down….onto his bloody hands. Mortified of certain moments in his life, Ted did what he always had to whenever he felt unclean with himself. Creating water above the blood on his hands. Having memorized H20 since childhood, the available air particles were transmuted above his palms into a thick bubble of clear liquid that condensed into a rippling orb. Descending onto his bloody digits in a soft sprinkle of cleansing water, the ping of hunger resurfacing from the small amount of body fat now missing from his stomach that faded from the minor “spell”.

Washing away the chemical residue as the dirty liquid pattered into gentle rain down the stone floor.

Cleaning his hands thoroughly until they shone pale once more, he began stalking through the building.

Ted crept with speed through the upper floors, their abandoned office spaces cleared long of equipment as most replaced their doors with stolen hinges or Valtese graffiti. A crimson skeleton with wings made of surgical tubing in danse macabre; descending onto the unfortunate, or torn apart ran alongside the Tycoon through each level like the art chased him from the wall.

Until Ted reached a snag on his journey.

Almost running into a row fluorescent lights that choked the hallway of the second floor. Five spaces that painted the dark corridor a sickly blanched shine cloaking the sounds of EKGs monitoring life. As five unguarded rooms sheltered five unconscious forms of some of this gang’s Blood Trade. Ted helmet’s adjusted off night vision safety to peer from the shadows to the first victim, as more than their heart was connected to medical apparatus. A cutesy, robotic voice popping into existence with a subtle static crackle in his ear as Ted observed the state of this person. “Status, Boss? In for baby sitting duty mid-deploy, ‘Adey passing the torch to me. Your escapade going well?”, the voice on Ted’s personal line droned on concerned. Its stock voice allowing the sender to vocalize his text while ‘on-duty’ without getting compromised.

As Ted stared directly to a person encased in medical equipment, the detail of their imprisonment more distressing as he observed longer.

Head clearly shaved as a strange skull-trap fitted over their entire face. The plastic confides sealing it like the perfect mold of a packaged doll, leaving behind only holes for breathing. Its mouth respirator pumping air for this unconscious victim as another tube snaked it’s way thinly down their throat. Veins that remained uncovered by bandage tape were visibly sore, many puncture wounds to harvest fresh from the tap dotted on their exposed skin. As they were hooked up to 3 extra machines; an IV Drip, the EKG, and their Drain. The glass-gold pump recently emptied of blood: 3 months dated on a chart behind the cruel equipment for reference of their harvesting. Ted flexed his eyes to pop open a keyboard into his helmet’s interface; using his gaze to type out a message to his friend. “Lovely to hear from you, Doll~ Hows my favorite Inquisitor, ‘Ken? AH, Right. I am okay, others are not”, Ted affirmed to ‘Ken.

Slowly walking to the other remaining rooms on high alert. Worried for whoever this used to be, cautious if their captors would return soon to take more of them and the others.

The Tycoon’s message converting to audio onto his friend’s end, as Ted stepped away from the 1st victim. Skulking back into the shadows as he began pacing to the other 4 rooms at the hum of the medical inhumanity. “ :( Already Leaving a body count for me to clean up, Crow? Hope they had a good reason for you to spawn gold into their limbs again?”, ‘Ken joked as his boss studied the different states of the Valtese’s latest batch of blood-bags. The others were in better condition than the oldest one, most just on simpler hook-ups fixed to their scrub covered, sleeping forms. “Nah, in the Valtese Den ‘Adey filled you in on. 5 actives Blood-bags so far that need some evac soon if my Kennsington can be a Doll~”, Ted’s teased in text as his face remained pitifully worried.

“:O A Valtese Den?? On what side of town? Sounds familiar to something I’m Investigating on the clock, Boss”, ‘Ken typed fast concerned. Getting hit with a worried feeling in his gut, Ted typed out quick; “Eastside. Send some lower crew here to pick them up! Will be cleaning out the filth from here by myself, need someone to get the Civy’s out though”. Texting out the last message through his helmet as he made it to the most recent victim, getting pinged with another message from ‘Ken as Ted studied the abductee. “Understood, Boss. Will alert you if ‘work’ interferes. Sent a request to Chandani for an evac to your locale. Happy hunting”, ‘Ken replied as his messaging icon went onto standby. Ted about to leave the young woman hooked up to the EKG before him, until he heard another message.

“Please Don’t Leave. Get Me Off These Things, Please”, a voice begged in his head faintly through screams. Ted sharply turned his face to the woman in scrubs. Her long black hair contrasted with her sandy skin brushing against the tubs connecting to her nutrition machine. Their mouth clearly stationary. Barely pricked by the Drain compared to the others, as Ted got closer to this victim; “A Mental? Course they were Dumb Enough to try and Drug you to sleep. Let me see what I can do”. Ted got to work fast, experiences of freeing others in this situation coming out handy as he worked over the medical equipment safely out of the abductee over time. His crimson attire stark against the blanched tones of fluorescent light as the minutes passed on freeing this person from tubes.

“Hurry. They Will Be Back Up Our Doses. They’ll Need To Subdue My Friend Again! Body’s asleep. Can’t Move.”, the scared voice urged in Ted’s mind, it’s words broken up like static due to certain properties of his head. Ted helping to adjust the frail victim upright, as he concentrated into his palms for a moment. Synthesizing a plastic tube of smelling salts; popping the cord beneath her nose. Forcing whatever mental power she had to sever as she violently rose from her drug induced sleep. Ted’s modified voice concerned from his helmet; “Sorry. Got nothing for the Limb Atrophy. Use this to wake up the others later. What’s wrong with yer friend”. The Tycoon handing over the now closed bottle of smelling salt as the lady in medical scrubs almost recoiled when her body regained mobility. Grabbing the tube with extreme fear as she looked to Ted.

“been Screaming in your head since the 4th floor! What the Hell is Wrong With you??? YOU ain’t a Monster, since you Freed me, But I don’t Find that many Mental Walls as Messed UP as Yours???”, She relented through a dry, cracked voice in shaky concern.

Ted stepping back with both hands up to his mask, trying to remedy the situation; “Right. TLDR: Mentals can’t invade my head in full. Surprised I managed to pick YAH up, No wonder they kept Yah along Yer friend, yer telepathy’s Nastiee What’s Yer name?”. Dropping her guard a bit, she meekly got to her feet, catching her balance along the repurposed hospital bed. “I’m Delilah. Friend’s Lupe. Got snatched with him after leaving a restaurant on Upper Eastside when Lupe used Titan-Body. Spouted something Fierce about his parents finding uss..”, Delilah bemoaned in worry.

“Titan-Body? Not Looking forward to what that Cellgrade does. Can’t get yah out immediately, But, Got People on their way to Evac. Can yah try gathering the others, barricade somewhere. Here”, Ted’s modified voice urged as he pulled two, thin chalky tubes with different colored strips from somewhere in his jacket. Delilah looked confused, staring down these new items in her palms as she spoke; “What Good are these fake-cigs in getting rescued? Or the very least, Not Shot by guns?”. Delilah tried to rebuttal further as she struggled to express her confusion, pained keeping her focus on Ted.

Ted started walking away to where he needed to go, as he informed Delilah of their worth; “Colored Smoke Sticks. Green one’s a signal, lets my Lads know yer a Civy. Red one’s a Smoke Bomb. Use it if Gotta run. Best avoid outdoors, though. Blood-Smog and all”. Picking up his pace as Delilah tried reaching out in befuddlement. “What the hell will you be doing? You got Not Blicks Or Anything dangerous I can see”, Delilah concerned with a raised eyebrow. Ted lingered by the door frame into this faux hospital room, looking back as he lifted his helmet to stick his pierced tongue in a smile. “I gotta Clear this place out. Can’t have anyone follow y’all to safety, especially when my Lads get here”, grinning out a chuckle as Ted walked further away.

Keeping an ear out; Ted heard Delilah shuffle from her medical prison, as he left to the last floor. Descending in silence, his crimson attire appearing slowly from the curtain of shadows granted in this ruins by the 2am ‘moonlight’. His steps shallow, hands to his sides with his fingers extended as Ted’s mind honed on a roulette of chemicals, compounds, materials, or periodic elements he would use to end a life. His preparations coming in handy as two men walked below the stairwell he skulked on.

Valtese Narcos, their attire unlike anything from the profession’s ancestry 800 years ago. Yellow latex sealing thicker black jean material across the chest, connecting hip to ankle, wrist to elbow; a mask of similar material obscured their eyes via large bundles of thin medical tubing like a blindfold. Gas mask draped along their necks in the same toxic-yellow hue. Streaks of crusted red staining their uniform from outside exposure, as these two men always kept a hand on their loaded automatic rifles. The metal of their dark firearms clashing with the gold mods placed around their necks, mouths, or shoulders that injected small tubes of God-knows what into them for a fight.

Letting his concentration take hold, Ted let Alchemist’s hunger take place. Memorizing where the furthest Narco was to his friend, as he unleashed his cellgrade. Converting the breathe of the man he located into a heavy dose of Arsenic, the quantity converted tolling into deep stomach pain Ted toughed out. The Narco with air in his lungs stopping his brainless watch, as he ran in the direction of his friend.

Right into the pouncing arms of Ted.

The lankier man grappling the stunned Narco, forcing the thug to lose his last hopes of survival at the steel-like strength constricting his airflow, even through the gas mask.

Tight biceps wrapping around the throat of the remaining thug, the large man unable to peep out much like his friend. The other Narco twitching on the floor in convulsions, making his ally flail more in panic, unable to fire his gun with the one available arm as the other limbs desperately tried prying off the intruder in red. His feeble attempt to prevent his spine from being twisted by the crushing embrace as Ted failing, even as the Narco dropped his firearm to his the available limb to ‘fight off’ the blood-red assailant from his emotionless prolonged murder. Whatever adrenaline in his system struggling to keep-

Ted rolling his eyes through his helmet at how hard it was choking out or break this idiots thick neck.

Until he felt the cervical finally…. SNAP.

Ted eased the Narco’s lifeless form onto the floor quietly. Taking off their masks to see if either were the man he needed to be safe. Unsatisfied with their truths, Ted moved onto the main rooms of the combined complex. His stealth rewarded with the noises of people unable to clock he was there past the door leading to where they worked. A thick, metal door blocking vision into the hallway Ted was in, as he slowly peered into the new room through the murky glass window looking into the other side.

Where Ted watched, led into a metal walkway that overlooked a larger room. The wide wall facing away from everything, made of ancient glass stained by centuries of grim. Opposite of his door was another entryway leading into a chem-lab, signs of more victims and blood processing visible from the glass panels. At the middle of the walkway; was an intersecting, steep staircase that led downward into a larger floor where his targets worked.

The main floor connected to the mostly collapsed building next to the one he stood in, the left wall once belonging as an outside border until these structures collided as one centuries prior. It’s brick pristine in comparison to the rest of the building that Ted peered into; studying the makeshift operation center for the Narcos. A spot where 15 armed thugs packaged more than Cellgrade Blood. All manor of Drug Enchantments, weapons, and body mods of Leech-Gold were crated away besides a lounging area mixed with a home-gym. Among the other 13 bodies, was Ted’s target exercising absentmindedly. His arms busy pumping iron, their veins purple from extended use of something in his system as his new mass looked unfitted to his body. Only wearing the silicone-jean pants that tore from their seams from his chemical ‘growth’ spurt, unlike his fully clothed underlings. Ted noting their signs of Leech-Gold, the thug’s cocky mouth flaunted sheathed fangs when snarling orders mid-pump. Worried about more people in the chem-lab to refine potent blood from other Blood-Bags, Ted knew he needed to make his entrance count.

Waiting for some of the Narcos patrolling closer to the door, the perfect idea popped into Ted’s head.

Concentrating once more on the closed entrance, keeping his mind focused on that space. Expending more of himself and the particles of air around the metal door into a caustic, black, build-up that slowly glowed amber. Running fast to the end of the hallway, his spawning compound causing his breathing to get more ragged as his festering dark chemical expanded more-and-more. Its glow getting hotter as the two new Narcos on patrol saw the brightness from the door’s glass panel. Blocking the view of Ted running fast back to the entrance.

Jumping and kicking forward right after the metal of the entrance ignited in a caustic Pop. The blast a series of violent burst that pushed the entryway inwards as Ted rode in on it like a sled.

Ted sliding into the main room of the Valtese operation as the metal doors were blasted down. The slates of glass and iron smashing onto the 2 Narcos that were behind them, their groaning forms buried from the impact as the Ted perched above the crushed thugs.

Smoke covering half of his crimson form, as Ted twitched his Crow-helmet ever so lightly observing the remaining thugs. Only a few of them were fast enough to turn their rifles off safety. 1 disappearing out of view from where Ted could follow their movement somewhere the walkway’s periphery couldn’t catch. Ted’s target fast enough with his awkward mass; the malformed Leech lurking his body, ready to throw his dumbbell with sharp aim. Like a bird of prey, Ted embodied his street name as Blood-Crow. As he rose from his pouncing position, his arms unfurled to his side as his fingers extended outward ready for violence like hardened talons.

His crimson form blurry as he descended fully onto the remaining 11 Narcos scattering to act.

Dashing along the walkway to the staircase to disable any help from arriving. Ted’s head dipping in time from his sprint as the 1st projectile launched his way before bullets crashed into the wall besides his form. His target’s dumbbell lodged with a nasty crunch where Ted’s skull would have been. Blood-Crow uncaring as he swiftly worked to close off the entrance to the chem lab, his sharp focus fast in sealing the metal door; entrapping the entryway with a sickly wet silicone that hardened it shut. His attention to the remaining force of Narco’s present in time for the first wave of bullets trained on Ted to fire, as the Irregular attempted to travel closer to the stairs downward.

Whatever thuds caused by thugs from the chem-lab slamming their bodies against the sealed door were muffled by the rain of rifles rounds aimed at Ted, most whistling into the brick wall or metal stairwell.

Some of the bullets that hit Blood-Crow crumpled to the ground on impact with his Irregular attire, turning their lethal penetration into unpleasant bruises beneath his clothes. One rifle round slicing the side of his neck, a result of stopping reinforcements eating up the seconds needed to dodge. His blood potency slow healing the fresh wound as Alchemist’ Hunger took another toll from continuous use.

Blood-crows undivided attention focusing his fast body downward, and emotionless mask, to direct himself to the thug that shot him. Making the man succeed at making him bleed, stutter as he reloaded his clip. The other 5 thugs around him trying to duct by the boxes of drugs they were packaging a few moments prior.

Air surrounding them siphoning to a pin-prick, the Narcos at the heart of the anomaly trying to run as they felt their breathe get taken away in fear of the unknown. As it popped into a burst of noxious, unnatural yellow fumes from the oxygen in their area turning into Sulfur. Dropping their firearms, or whatever surfaces they were crawling to as they began suffocating midway through Ted’s sprint down the staircase.

The 4 Narcos already running up the platform with Blood-Crow struggling to shoot upwards with their rifles without hurting each other. Stray rounds missing their threat from shooting in hesitation, as Ted lunged from person-to-person. Almost in a flyby as his body tackled each Narco, roughly grabbing the hands they held their guns as his unnatural yellows eyes sharpened to a point.

Pushing each man off the staircase from the contact, the Narcos dropped their guns to the ground before their bodies fell. As Gold spiked out of their hands from both directions. Crying out in agony from their fall and further writhing, as the precious metal shredded much of their exterminates from the jagged points creeping out slowly. Ted’s target rushing forward as Blood-Crow made it to the ground floor. Meeting at the last steps of the staircase, his abnormal fist jetting outwards too fast for Ted to respond. Punching deeper into his crimson coat, the impact pushing him harder into the metal railing of the walkway’s staircase in a banging crush. Ted getting his back slammed hard enough to bend the metal behind him as his arms clung to the disgusting mass of the malformed Leech enhanced limb. His target laughed, his fingers bulging-to-scrawny thing clenching onto Ted’s chest in a lapse of victory.

“OOH TITAN-BODY’S AWESOME. GONNA MAKE IT BIG TURNING YOU INTO A BLOOD-BAG, GONNA INHERIT THE TITLE OF TYCOON LiKE WHEN YOU MURK’D THE LAS-”, was all the thug piped out before he was sent flying. Ted using his moment of pride against him, as he pulled the Narco’s arm closer into his chest with both hands. Twisting the limb over his shoulder as he used his target’s weight and momentum against him. Hurdling the thug further up the staircase in flight. His awkward body not fast enough to dodge the rails nor metal steps that bruised his uneven form down to the ground floor. Each feet descended painfully onto parts of his body not boosted by his stolen cellgrade. The thug scared and dazed as he landed on his stomach, unable to get up from the surprising strength of Blood-Crow on top of him.

Ted letting the thug see stars as he pinned him down with one leg near the nape of his neck and spine.

“Fanuco. Ain’t Getting turned into Nothing. If yah start talking. I’ll let yah keep yer Teeth after I burn This NEST to the ground. Where Is IT”, Ted commanded louder in his modified voice. Making sure his boot stomped harder onto the bruises he stood above on; Fanuco’s groans matching the bashing sounds from the sealed chem-lab and the cries coming from his disposed underlings. “Aw-Aw-RGGG, What the Hell are you talking about, I HAVEN’T STOLEN SHIT FROM YOU, PERRA, *GROAN*”, Fanuco whined out moaned in agony. His stolen power seemingly fleeting as his body almost shrank to normal, likely from the stress expending whatever uses he had left before ‘juicing back on Lupe’.

His once, originally scrawny, body visible turning back to normal; the steaming mass where the new muscle used to be deflating Fanuco into the thin man he truly was. The bruises from his descent worse as his steady groans under Ted’s boot were made worse. Ted stomped harder onto the scrawny idiot beneath his heel after he was no longer enhanced, causing the Valtese thug to scream louder as Blood-Crow snarled.

“BULLSHIT. YOU GOT A SPECIAL GOOD FROM AN ESTABLISHMENT UNDER MY NAME. WHERE’S. THE DAMN. TOY!!”, Ted letting his cold, natural accent take control. As his anger hyper focused on getting an answer from Fanuco. “AGHH, Ay Gey, are you FUCKing with Us. YOU, RAIDed one of SNR.’s Valtese’s DENS for A PLUSHIE????”. Fanuco said in sheer bewilderment. Getting scared as his neck was unable to turn to the man crushing him. “It’s More than a plushie. IT’s property from an ALLY. Anyone that Fucks even with the dirt of my Domains, Will Pay a PRICE. Where. IS. TWIG”, Ted threatened with more force.

Fanuco put his arms up painfully, some of his fingers clearly bent as he submitted for parley. “Ayy MIERDA. Estoy Muerto, ESTáS LOCO. OKAY-OKAY, I Can’t Afford More Teeth! I, I gave!”, Fanuco droned on in pain submission. Ted’s boot releasing as the banging from the lab grew louder in sync with the man slinking behind Blood-Crow from his hiding spot under the walkway. “It’s with my Girl from the Upper Bubble! Northside! Ahh, fucK, THE CATRINA LINE! DON’t HURT HER, Please!”, Fanuco relented pathetically. Ted stopped fully stepping on him, his former target writhing in the ground from his injuries harder as he struggled to even get off the floor. “Maybe Now I’ll give You a head start. Before I Level This Complex, need a Messenger for your Old Man to Probe when I turn his Den to Ruin-*GASP-”, Ted warned as his breath was taken away. A thick arm wrapping around his waist as a warm mouth curled a long neck around his throat.

As the thug that had hidden away finally made his move. His Leech-Gold fangs unsheathing from their slots in his modified jaw like curved syringes draining away at Ted’s juggler. The Leech drinking deeply from Blood-Crow, lifting up Ted from the vigor of his meal like his blood potency was an instant power-up. His regular teeth helping to bite down harder on the struggling man that cracked his ribs as they began regenerating slowly from Ted’s self-defense.

Ted’s own blood potency used against him as he was exsanguiated before his eyes. Until he barely managed to flee from his light head and sinking reflexes.

Barely kicking himself free from the grapple as the only visible albino skin looked more blanched than usual. Landing a few feet from his assailant as the Leech laughed with his greedy mouth lapping up the taste of his vitae. “Ooh HE Will make a Tasty Blood-Bag, THis Power Is Incredible BOSS, Let me Get a Grasp and Bind Him for SNR. Valtese!!! I’m SURE HE’ll Let.. US... d-DDRAIn- Him—”, the Leech tried praising to his scared leader.

As the larger thug began hunching inward, holding his stomach in pain. His eyes hidden behind his mask of medical tubes as his mouth almost looked dried from the sudden shock of something awful in his system. Ted holding onto his neck as he laughed. “Its Hungry~ Not Like I could Mention All The Backlashes of my Cellgrade to You, PARASITE. Where’s YOUR PRIDE NOW?? Come On! Give my Blood a SPIN. SPAWN SOME CHEMISTRY FOR US, You Do know Chemistry right???”, Ted laughed maniacally.

“w-whAAt. What. What. What, WHAT, I. WHY AM I EMPTY, It Hurts, FUCK IT HurtS!!”, The leech whined as his mouth trembled in fear. Fanuco unable to look away as Ted’s laughter filled the room alongside continuous bangs. Afraid to get up as something felt deeply wrong to the defeated thug, his visible concern making Ted’s pitch even worse from his spiteful laughter. Crawling away slowly, and painfully, the terror Fanuco felt preventing him from yelling from his bruised body inching away.

“CoME on, a little endless starvation never Stopped me from PUMPing Gold Into your friend’s bone marrow! OR Convert some of your Friend’s Breathe into Arsenic. Unless. OOH! UNLESS-”, Ted paused his speech as he clapped his hands in realization. The Leech unable to gag as his body shook as if he downed a container of rat poison by mistake.

Focusing on Blood-Crow in horror as Ted continued speaking: “Unless You’re One of those Drug Dealers that Doesn’t know Basic Chemistry?!! Ahahaha, Don’t worry, I’ll Impart some 101 since I’m such a PEACH. THInk of Liquid Nitrogen. That would DO me In Sooo Well”. The suggestion setting off the Thug in strange twitches as mouth clenched hard in shakes from a rising panic, his breathe visibly colder in the room these men huddled in.

Ted’s mania unable to hear or see a new message from ‘Ken pop up, accidentally putting the messenger app back on standby beneath the HUD on the right-side of his helmet’s interface. “Focus. Feel the promise of Molecules around you as you give an offering to your Blood. The air is YOURS. Whip the N2 as if it was always bounded by 3 strands at−210 °C  and Freeze me!”, Ted goaded madly. The thug’s breathe more visible than before in white streaks of vapor from his labored exhales.

“Command it! OR can you not pay the price? Didn’t memorize the structure of the Molecules or How It’ll come out? Ah Ohhhhh”, Ted mused. As the Leech’s thoughts lingered too long on the ideas Ted gave him. The power manifesting with those hints as if a forbidden beast clawed out of its ancient prison through what used to be the white canines and molars of the thug, now turning brittle blue. Alchemist spawning in full force with the element it was given.

As Liquid Nitrogen poured from this man’s mouth.

His head jetting upward in time as the cold gas froze everything above the neck save for the Leech-Gold. Flesh stiffened into a full, brittle solid as the skin petrified into ice alongside everything underneath that layer and the mask itself. Forcing what remained of the thug to tumble backwards to the floor as Blood-crows altered voice continued its cackle. A sickening crunch following from what was left of him as Ted laughed; the sound of gold implants clinking to the ground louder than the icy shards of the Leech itself.

Ted’s amusement ending as guns were pointed at different angles close to him. Fanuco using Ted’s mania to his advantage to crawl closer to the staircase as the Valtese Narcos in the chem lab encircled him. “To Hell with his Power, His Curse Dies with the latest Tycoon. GUN HIM DOWN”, Fanuco cautioned out a command. His men aiming their rifles at Ted, as the 1st shot to penetrate the Tycoon’s shoulder came through the large window beneath the walkway and staircase of the den. The enhanced ammo piercing through Ted’s advanced jacket, is nasty fire-power almost tearing off his arm from the velocity if not for the attire’s material. As he finally heard ‘Ken’s automated voice on the other end.

“Boss! DUCK”, ‘Kennsington’s stock voice finally preached through Ted’s Helmet.

Ted’s woozy, frustration not getting the best of him as he dropped to the ground. As rounds of ammunition rained from the large wall of glass shattering from their hail. The shredded forms of the new patch of Narco’s crumpling mostly into cadavers as alarms raised from outside. More of their kind coming from the lab as tear gas was thrown into the Den. Ted barely ducking as he lingered onto the floor by luck and guidance respectfully. Unlike what remained of Fanuco. Only a few of the thugs had their own mask on, not saved by the hail of high artillery.

Sprinting forth from the former wall, through tear gas, and illuminated from the smoke of return-fire: was the shadow of a large person loomed in the chemical warfare and blood smog.

His silhouette subduing armed Narcos, and Cellgraded Leeches alike, in a swift dance of unseen terror. Their form large by the standards of Santa Nueva, his frame broad as a doorway. His body mostly hidden in the white smoke save for the pitch-black body of a skeleton that loomed in the chemicals. Making his way from a long jump to the floor Ted looked up from; a Narco shorter than Ted clenched helplessly in his large fist as his eyes tracked the motions of the man that choked him out with one hand. Tossing his unconscious body to the ground like trash as he reached now the free hand down to his best friend as he spoke in a grizzly voice.

“Are you Okay, Boss? Tried warning you About the Raid, but you never Responded to your Link”, Kennsington worried out as his large palm was gripped by Ted’s weak hand.

“Ahaahahahah, Heyyy Doll! I am always doing better with you around. Sorry about the silence. Lost myself there for a little. How much time left till your Inquisitor Mates come in fully?”, Ted asked relieved. His whimsy returning at the sight of his best friend as the giant man helped his ‘boss’ to stand.

Sculpted at 6’7 feet tall, was a man that ditched his gas mask to reveal a prosthetic jaw made of polar bear bone. Built like a fridge, this thick enforcer of a person was mostly muscle hewn into a broad figure. His musculature made more daunting with his opal white policing uniform, the attire adorned with the remains of a dead polar bear’s skeleton. The bones arranged to mimic his anatomy, some of the larger formations molded around vitals as all of it was blacked from an enhancing chemical bath. ‘Ken’s shoulders draped what was left of the animal’s skull, both eye sockets crowning his shoulders evenly as he visibly relaxed near Ted.

The scary, large man; picked up Ted in a worried hug. “Enough time for me to squeeze some of my concern into You, you Skinny Idiot”, ‘Ken cried out a little from his caring embrace as his scary exterior melted in wet tears. His haunting, black eyes globby with tears as he shook his messy blonde hair.

“Aahaha, Doll! Please, I know I can be better health-wise later! We Need to Leave. I’m Guessing the Civy’s I mentioned are Good?”,Ted laughed out in tired joy as his skinny body was limply swung around in the hug. Trying his best to embrace his best friend with his injuries still aching. Wincing a little from the bullet wound in his shoulder. ‘Ken squishing the bloody, injured form of his friend a little longer until he gently placed Ted down. Letting Ted lean on him as he responded.

“Save for the ones in the Lab, all are accounted for. Small Team got them, save for Ms. Delilah. Since the Exemplars were sent for her and Mr. Lupe in the Lab. Our car is on standby”, ‘Ken reported earnestly as he kept a large arm for Ted for added support. “You are a Doll. Truly, ‘Ken. Can you lead me their before you give your ‘Mates’ the greenlight to finish this raid for me?”, Ted lovingly asked. His delicate smile hidden behind his mask, his wincing form trying hard to present as well as he waited for a response.

“Of Course, Boss. We’re almost out of seconds anyway. Let’s get you to safety….You Do know where to go next for your latest Adventure. Right?”, ‘Ken relented in skepticism. Earning him a pat on his shoulder from Ted; “Oooh I got the info I needed. Got to stop by my favorite safe house though. Need to catch up with my new assistant and patch Up while we plan our next moves”, Ted assured as he let himself be carried by ‘Ken. The large man using both arms as he jumped onto the side of the walkway not under gunfire with frightening agility, his large form careful in cradling his best-friend. As Ted guided each other out of the building from where ‘Ken had their getaway car. The drug den slowly collapsing more from Ted’s escapade of hunting down Twig the Giraffe.

Bonus Ending 2

Zeke hugged a long pillow on the king-sized bed he could not nap on. The Plush, warm bedding made it easy for him to sleep after preparing his body for whatever his ‘Boss’ had in mind. A little too eager to be used as a Bitch, the large man couldn’t stay asleep due to two factors. The cock cage that invaded his dick; despite making him aroused, was something he had not grown familiar with yet. And, Zeke was ecstatic as he snuggled the large pillow he had full-body hugged. His legs kicking upwards in giddy as he rested on his stomach, he couldn’t stop his enjoyment from showing as he vocalized it out-loud.

“He even remembered the whole Date thing. Sooo he just don’t want me as a Sex thing, R-Right?”, Zeke whispered out before muffling his deep voice into the pillow. Squealing a little as he relived his 1st session with the Tycoon in vivid detail, trying desperately to get clues on how the crime lord truly felt about him. Looking up from his muffled joy; “I, I really should be ashamed about how this is making me H-happy. But, it feels really nice to be wanted. And by him. Even if it’s a little perverted how I am now, Haha”. His large body looking more bouncy as Zeke enjoyed the soft bed.

“not like I Should deny what he wants, he seems scary~. But a Little sweet. Hrnnnnn, Is this what straight people gotta juggle when it comes to sex and….what can come after hook-ups”, Zeke confided sadly. Stuck on ideas of what a “normal” person would get to do in any romantic or sexual manner for his status as a Carnelian. Let alone an upstanding citizen in the FCU. Years of his home-life punishing him for not being ‘Man-enough’ crept into him as he tried holding onto the shred of everything Ted had done to him a few hours ago. The feeling of being wanted by a man, be it loved or used regardless, Had Zeke Needing More. Hoping there would be something….substantial with Ted, and not to be tossed aside No matter wh-

Zeke was freed from his daydreaming as the old device hummed to life again.

Accidentally tumbling off the edge of the bed with his cuddling pillow, Zeke almost missed the call that was coming to him as he stood up from his aching muscles. The fall not enough to deter him nor his racing heart from picking up the video chat. Zeke panicking as he tried playing it cool, to let his more submissive urges guide him again in addressing his owner. Doing his best to subdue his squeals or jumps from the sudden attention as the call finally went through to both ends. “hhi S-Sir, is there anything you needed of me? I. I followed all your instructions to the letter~ Just waiting to see you!”, Zeke admitted with a shy fondness. Making sure his body was at full attention for his ‘Boss’, his thick arms holding the other by his cute gut, his pink chastity cage swing back in forth from his anticipation.

His shy, guilty joy subsided as he tilted his head to the device after being greeted….by silence? Confused as his inquiry was left unanswered on the other end for a few seconds, as he realized the video was only showing on His end.

“sooooo, Pet. Promise you won’t be worried. But I need you to put your clothes back on for me”, Ted awkwardly issued out. Zeke feeling self conscious all of a sudden, attempting to cover himself with his hands, the lock on his choker dangling from the motion. “did I doo something Wrong, Sir????!”, was all that squealed from Zeke, until Ted’s camera view came online.

As Zeke saw a clearly drained Ted, his albino skin deeply pale from blood-loss. His yellow eyes squinting that familiar fondness that made Zeke melt into obedience, winced the longer he had to blink watching the video call. As Ted displayed other serious pains from his wounds across his face as his loopy eyes tried to keep focus. “no, Pet. You’ve been amazing. Just coming over with a friend of mine to patch me up. Got to discuss next steps proper, and apologize for not keeping my promise to you”, Ted admitted in a tinge of shame.

Zeke’s mouth a-gape as he tried to process what would happen next. Before small tears flowed from him in a flurry of emotions, mostly anger and worry as he blared his concerns over the phone.