PSL - NSFW, approach with caution

[primordialice]

- If you're looking to make an appointment to speak with the Administrator, please speak with Ms. Marette at the front desk.
- If you're looking to schedule a boxing match with the Administrator, please speak with Mr. Roussimoff in the Pankration Ring.
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- If you have a new tea variety you'd like the Administrator to try, please leave it with Ms. Marette at the front desk or knock to the rhythm of the first movement of Furina's Benevolence and he will be with you shortly.

All other matters are first come, first served.

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[primordialice]

"When you look so pretty in a collar it seems like a shame to pass up the chance." He slides his hand around Scar's throat, giving it a squeeze and a shake, halfway between rough and affectionate. "Clothes off first. I don't want you making a mess."

He doesn't want Scar walking out of his office looking like he came in his pants, that's for sure. He has explanations for increased dealing with the Harbinger, but that would be a little beyond explanation.

[theblacklamb]

Scar's eyelids flutter for a moment at the grip on his neck, breath hitching at the pressure. "Like me trussed up, my lord?" he asks teasingly.

He strips efficiently, dropping his clothes on the desk next to the box. There would be little point in pretending not to be obedient right now. He's half-hard already, from anticipation alone. He looks back at Brighella expectantly. "And now?"

[primordialice]

"Oh, I certainly do." Brighella's voice has a bit of a growl in it. He can't wait to have Mezzetino chained up and on his knees for him, so he doesn't waist time, bringing out the collar to fasten it around his neck.

It's a snug fit, possibly a little too snug - it wasn't custom made for Scar, it's not like he's had time. But he's not that much larger than Wriothesley's natural form, so it should do well enough. Maybe he'll buy him some new restraints if he's very good as a treat.

[theblacklamb]

Scar swallows, savoring the difficulty of it, the way his breath comes shorter. He reaches up a hand to touch it, the chill metal steadily warming to his flesh, unlike the eternally frigid ice restraints of the day before. His eyes bleed yellow, pupils elongating.

"Like what you see?"

[primordialice]

Brighella draws his thumb under one of his eyes, admiring the pretty yellow. Wondering if he sees any different through his monstrous eyes compared to his regular ones. "You look gorgeous in that, just like I thought you would. Don't hesitate to tell me if it's uncomfortable - not that I'll do anything about it, but I do like to know." He's planning on shoving his cock down Mezzo's throat in a few minutes, so it probably won't be particularly comfortable anyway.

"Fold your arms behind your back." He attaches the chain - quite heavy - to the collar, giving it a tug. "Perfect."

[theblacklamb]

"Tight," Scar says, and grins. "And you like that." And so does he.

Scar sways a little with the tug on the heavy chain and obediently folds his arms behind his back. They're straight and solid again, enough energy regenerated for his bones to fix themselves, barely a ghost of yellow on his cheek and around his forearm to remember the injuries by.

[primordialice]

"Good." He attaches the cuffs around Scar's arms and wrists, making sure they're secured and fairly tight. The metal isn't lined, but it is smooth - though the edges haven't been filed down, so they dig in when he moves more than a little.

"Now... kneel for me." He doesn't think Scar will need help, even with his arms locked behind his back. If he's wrong and it looks like he's about to fall on his face he'll catch him, though.

[theblacklamb]

Scar leans to counterbalance as he drops to one knee, the weight of the metal pulling at him and throwing him off. He hits the ground hard, with a crack of flesh on stone, and barks out a laugh before shifting to kneel properly. He cocks his head to the side and looks up at Brighella, running his tongue over his lips. "And now, Lord Brighella?"

[primordialice]

"Sounds like it stung." Brighella's voice doesn't have any sympathy in it as he circles around behind Scar. "Very good. Spread your legs. Ankles apart." If they're not far enough for the spreader bar he'll pull them further, cuffing them in place before attaching the second chain from his wrists to the bar.

And then he's all done, restrained by chains and cuffs - there's a little slack in the chains, but not much. Scar is facing Wriothesley's comfortable desk chair, which is perfect - when Wriothesley comes back around to his front and sits, he's at just the right height to reach his cock. "Come forward, up between my legs." He'll pull his hair to guide him, making a thoughtful noise. "Can you show me your horns, my beautiful beast?"

[theblacklamb]

"A little." He might actually have fractured his kneecap. He doesn't care, though. He spreads his legs further, balance uncertain, though the bar actually helps keep him from tipping over.

He shuffles forward on his knees with a harsh exhale as the injured one grinds on the floor, moving with the tug on his hair.

Horns... he can do that. He's very happy to do that. They spiral out from his head, and his eye sockets stretch to accommodate his second set of eyes, blinking slot-eyed and balefully yellow. "Like this, my lord?"

[primordialice]

"Fuck..." There's an intrusive thought in the back of his head that says pluck one out of those pretty eyes out, keep it for yourself, he's got four, he doesn't need them all, but he ignores it. "Just like that, that's lovely." He's hard enough that it's a relief to undo his pants, just from chaining Scar up and seeing him change.

He wraps his hand around one of Mezzetino's horns, using it as a handle to pull his head down toward his cock. "I'm not going to be in the mood to do anything but leave you like this if you bite my cock off, so please keep that in mind."

[theblacklamb]

Scar laughs, low and breathless. "As you say." He doesn't particularly fancy sitting around chained up and bored without Brighella touching him, and this is supposed to be a reward, isn't it? So he'll keep being good.

He opens his mouth, shifting to take the head of Brighella's cock between his lips, swiping his tongue over the head. All Brighella's flesh tastes like salt.

[primordialice]

Just as he'd thought - boredom is a far more significant punishment to Scar than pain. Someday he'll have to teach him how to tolerate it better, but they can do that later. Right now, Scar has earned a reward, and he's going to get one.

He groans, rubbing his thumb along that sensitive part of the scalp he'd found the day before, pulling him forward to take more of his cock in his mouth. "Ahhh, good, you know how to use your mouth... that feels wonderful, Mezzo."

[theblacklamb]

Scar tilts his head into the touch, leaning forward to take Brighella deeper. The angle of his head presses the hard edges of the collar into his throat, and he chokes a little, throat spasming, but continues undeterred. The temptation to devour the salt-sweet flesh in his mouth is strong, but he's being good. If he bites it off, Brighella won't touch him.

[primordialice]

Scar's mouth is so hot around Wriothesley's cool flesh that the pleasure is already intense even from this, but he continues to press deeper, using Mezzo's horns like handles. "Choking already? This is just going to get worse then," he says cheerfully. Making Scar choke on his cock is definitely on his list of things to do right now, so everything is going according to plan.

[theblacklamb]

Scar laughs breathlessly around his mouthful. If he minded choking, he would have objected when the collar first went on, or not let Brighella put it on him in the first place. His cock is cool and salt-sweet and Scar hungers. Letting Brighella guide his head by the horns is as easy as letting him grind his face into the floor and fuck him.

[primordialice]

"Oh, if you can laugh, you've definitely got too much breath in your lungs." He pulls down hard on his horns, thrusting up into his mouth to push past his gag reflex and down his throat. He remembers how much Scar loved being used the night before and today he's going to do the same - take him exactly how he likes and let him feel the consequences.

[theblacklamb]

Scar chokes, throat spasming around Brighella's cock and against the confines of the collar, and he swipes ineffectually at what he can reach with his tongue. He can't breathe, but he doesn't struggle. He holds back his teeth. He lets Brighella use his throat.

[primordialice]

Brighella moans in approval, thrusting into the spasming heat of Scar's throat, using his horns as handles to get as much leverage as he can. "That's my lovely beast," he growls in approval. He looks down into his four eyes with a crooked smile. "So beautiful, so tight for me." Maybe he won't get him a new collar. This one seems just fine.

[theblacklamb]

If he had his human eyes, they'd be watering--his abyssal ones, somewhat to his surprise, start to leak thin trails of black ichor down his face. He can't breathe, and he's starting to feel it, throat jerking as he instinctively tries to drag in breath around the obstruction. It doesn't make him panic, though, like perhaps it should, just makes him light-headed and glassy-eyed and pliant, letting Brighella move him however he wants.

[primordialice]

The black trails of ichor make Wriothesley take a sharp in-drawn breath as he reaches to wipe one away. It burns on his skin in a way that should probably be unpleasant but he finds quite the opposite. "Beautiful monster," he murmurs with a curling smile, seeing how soft Mezzo's gone. "That's right, that's my good boy. Let yourself be used..." He'll keep using his throat for almost too long, until he feels him start going limp, and then pull him off, letting him breathe.

[theblacklamb]

Scar shudders with a choking gasp when Brighella pulls him free, gulping air in heaving breaths and blinking more trails of ichor down his face. His head is spinning, and all he can do is lean his cheek against Brighella's thigh and breathe, coughing when he strains the bounds of the collar too much. There are wet trails of saliva down his chin.

[primordialice]

Brighella's blunt nails dig into the sensitive skin around Mezzetino's horns as his cock twitches - even without the continued stimulation of his throat, the way Mezzo looks is almost enough to have him coming. "Shh, shh..." He rubs the horn base soothingly with his thumb. "You're all right. Look up here, look at me, lovely..." He strokes his own cock, watching Scar trying to recover himself, so close it feels like he's going to burst almost immediately.

[theblacklamb]

Scar shivers at the touches at the base of his horns, tilting his head back to look glassy-eyed up at the other man, his inhuman pupils wide and dark. "Yes, Lord Brighella?" he rasps, his voice wrecked and uneven, some sounds not coming out at all.

Brighella is looking at him like he wants to devour him. Like he's an amazing thing to look at. Like he wants him, like this. (And Scar's cock is throbbing neglected between his legs, this is hardly a hardship, to let himself be used, is it?)

[primordialice]

"I just want to look at you like this, completely wrecked by my cock. It's a good look for you, especially with those pretty eyes... open your mouth again." He doesn't take it fully, this time just resting the tip inside as he strokes himself - it doesn't take much, only a few more strokes before he bursts inside Scar's mouth, letting him swallow as much of his come as he can.

He relaxes with a breathless chuckle, stroking his fingers through his hair. "You have no idea how much I want to pluck one of those pretty eyes out," he murmurs. "Keep it for myself. Wouldn't that be lovely?"