Let's Play Our Game.
by SunsoakedJournals (ao3)
Sinclair's back was pressed up against the underside of his desk, heart racing, mouth too dry to be comfortable.
The sleek android's steps were careful, despite the weight of their metallic frame. Quietly checking around the room they knew their target to be in.
The Author tried desperately to get his breathing under control, but it was too late. He was snatched up out from under the desk and brought to meet with the piercing, glowing eyes of his captor.
Alpha's smile was cold, facetious. He let go of Sinclair's shirt, hooking his finger around his pet's collar, instead.
"You're not very good at hiding." The Android purred, his voice melodic, sending a shiver up Sinclair's spine.
"As you're well aware, we can't let this little incident go unpunished." They continued, attaching Sinclair's leash to his collar. They wrapped tape around his wrists, dragging him out of the office.
Sinclair's heart was in his throat, trying desperately to get away, to unhook himself. It would prove ultimately useless, as he was pushed inside his cage.
Locked with a thick padlock and double checked, Alpha put his key in his pocket, sitting down on the couch, feet propped up against the cage. They were smug, staring down at their ungrateful little menace of a pet who was trying in vain to rip the tape off with his teeth.
Alpha returned to his book, letting his pet get a false sense of security despite so boldly continuing to misbehave. He bides his time, watching over his book as Sinclair struggles.
And they love what they see. Their pet is flustered, trying to ignore his erection, bound and trapped and hopeless, so beautifully hopeless. Alpha watched with sadistic pleasure as their human fidgets, trying to get out while also trying to get relief.
Sinclair's face was burning hot, using his heel to try and get the much needed friction against his groin. He stole a glance up at his master, heart leaping once again as cold blue eyes monitored him.
"You really ought to know better, you ungrateful bitch." Alpha shook its head slowly. It put its book away, picking up the cage and taking it downstairs.
Sinclair knew what was coming. He curled up against himself, whining in need as he watched his master descend. They flicked the light on, unlocking the cage and unceremoniously dumping the little bastard out onto the floor.
Alpha held his shivering pet by the chin, watching him squirm and tremble. He pet Sinclair's cheek with the pad of his thumb, an action that could almost be read as gentle.
Almost.
"Color?" Apollo asked under their nonexistent breath, checking on their partner before they would continue.
Sinclair's face grew redder, chuckling softly. "Green." He answered, "You're really lucky I can't pin you down and fuck you into the floor right now."
"You'll get your turn, my heart." Apollo continued petting Sinclair's face, planting a kiss to his burning cheek.
The brief lapse in scene over, Alpha slammed Sinclair onto their cold, hard repair table. He winced at the force, trying to sit up before silicone covered fingers shoved him back by the throat.
"You've been an ungrateful, selfish brat. When I let go of you, you're going to strip down and present yourself for your punishment." Alpha commanded, releasing his pet's throat.
Sinclair was audacious, however, daring to grin, his chapped lips cracking as they cut the tape from his hands.
"And… if I don't?" He dared ask.
Alpha's eyes went red, causing Sinclair to bite back a moan of arousal as their hands squeezed his neck again.
"I will give up on your reconditioning and kill you." The Android stated simply.
They let go of him, smug satisfaction radiating off of them as Sinclair hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt.
Sinclair shed his shirt quickly, his pants and underwear not far behind, letting Alpha see the full extent of his erection. He wanted to take care of it so badly, but he resisted, leaning over the table and presenting his ass for his master.
"Do you regret your actions? Trying to run away from your master when the test is not complete? Do you feel bad for skewing my results?" Alpha asked, rubbing a smooth, black riding crop against Sinclair's exposed bottom.
"I think we both know the answer." Sinclair had the gall to laugh, a sound that was quickly strangled from his first spanking.
It was hard, gloriously hard. His ass stung. Alpha didn't rub it, simply looming over his subject.
"Try again." Alpha demanded, already prepared to spank him again.
"Bite me." The Author swallowed thickly, hissing in pain from another punishment.
"You're stubborn today. Maybe I ought to subject you to a hypnosis session." Alpha mused, making a mental note.
"Good luck with that. I might break it." Sinclair replied.
This went on for several rounds, the Author refusing to bend, and the Android refusing to break. They increased punishment, from a crop, to a paddle, to a wooden cane.
Sinclair was trembling, tears stinging his eyes. Apollo frowned, leaning in and asking for a color once again.
"Hey… don't worry about me so much, sweetheart. I'm havin' a blast." Sinclair answered softly.
"You're near tears, Sinclair. Maybe we ought to take a break." Apollo responded, not able to conceal his concern.
Sinclair chuckled breathily, his rough hands caressing his dear Blue's white latex catsuit, his lips brushing against theirs.
"I made you a promise, Blue," he fluffed Alpha's hair. "That I would be upfront and clear about how I'm feeling. And, currently, I'm really fucking horny. I've got this. But, are you okay?"
Apollo thought a moment, gazing down at its beloved partner's warm brown eyes that stared hungrily back. It felt like it should be worried, wiping Sinclair's eyes carefully, making him squeeze his eye shut from the odd sensation of its glove.
But they trusted Sinclair. He knew his limits, they knew theirs.
"... I am all right if you are, my heart." Apollo smiled, a genuine, soft expression that melted the Author's frigid heart every time. "But… Please don't forget to say something if things become too much."
Sinclair kissed Apollo's smooth, warm lips, a hand pushing their head into his, a sly tactic to distract them from the fact he was grinding up against them. It didn't really work.
"Hey. Save it." Apollo commanded, pushing his needy partner off. "You're insatiable, I swear…"
Sinclair was grinning, loving when Apollo gave him orders. Apollo, meanwhile, tried to ignore this in favor of picking restraints for the next segment.
Apollo returned to their dominating persona, growling as they slammed Sinclair's head against the table, pulling his hair.
"You've left me no choice but to escalate." They growled, dragging him once again by the collar to shackle him to the wall.
He was even more exposed this way, moaning softly as he swayed his pelvis, trying to draw attention to his cock. Alpha ignored this, blindfolding him tightly.
With a moment of agonizing tension, no touch and no sight, Sinclair whined.
And was met with the cold metal of a knife.
Sinclair pulled against the shackles binding his wrists, trying to resist as blood trickled down his bare skin, lapped up easily by Alpha's swift tongue.
"You understand, don't you? I'm not afraid to dispose of you if you misbehave. I could vivisect you. I've been wanting to for a while, now." Alpha's voice was low, dangerous, tinged with hunger.
Sinclair shuddered, pre dribbling down his cock. Alpha growled.
"You're filthy. A filthy whore." Alpha's hands gripped Sinclair's hair, seething with barely contained rage. "You're aroused by everything I have done to you, and you can't deny it. I can see your vitals. You must be one of the most insatiable sluts humanity has to offer. What do you have to say to yourself?"
Sinclair wheezed, grinning again. "You're the big, smart android. You can probably figure out that you've been doing a lot of horny shit to me."
Alpha growled again, unzipping their catsuit down enough to expose their own cock. They were already lubricated, which was good, because they were quick to lift up their subject and impale the man on their dick.
Sinclair cried out in pain as he was stretched painfully around Alpha's vibrating member, practically drooling.
"I f… fuckin' knew it." Sinclair dared speak as he was given a moment to grow used to his dilated asshole.
"Shut. Up." The Android demanded, shifting it's grip on him, and fucking him against the wall.
Alpha was rough, harshly pounding into their miserable little slut as he moaned and writhed. It wasn't long before Sinclair came, but that didn't stop them.
Sinclair was trembling from the overstimulation, utterly spent yet being used regardless. He was panting hard, yet Alpha persisted, nothing more than its own pleasure in mind.
Androids didn't exactly need to cum, but Alpha had such a carnal instinct it didn't matter. They were incredibly human in this moment, fucking Sinclair mercilessly, watching him twitch and groan.
After a few more minutes, Alpha's synthetic seed poured into Sinclair, filling him with warmth.
Alpha pulled out of him, lifting the blindfold, his expression the epitome of gentle.
They unlocked Sinclair's shackles, planting a kiss on his jaw before wiping the fake blood off of Sinclair.
"Are you all right? That was not too much, was it?" Apollo's voice was quiet, his tone was again even and mostly monotonous.
Sinclair tried to get his mouth less dry, panting as his heart hammered. "Blue… that… That was so fuckin' good."
Apollo sighed in relief, wrapping Sinclair into a plush robe upon noticing the goosebumps on his skin. They got off the floor, zipping back up and scooping the Author into their arms, carrying him back upstairs.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I'm going to draw you a bath and fetch you something to drink." Apollo stated calmly, somewhat disconnected from the events before.
Sinclair frowned, wrapping his weak arms around Apollo's neck. He planted a kiss on their collarbone.
"Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?" Sinclair prompted, fidgeting with Apollo's jumpsuit zipper.
Apollo glanced down, realizing he was in a more task-oriented mindset. He allowed himself to chuckle, setting Sinclair down beside the tub.
"I did… I liked your idea with the dull knife. Did you enjoy that part?" Apollo started the water, the stream rushing and filling the Author's ears.
"Incredibly. I just wish I could've seen the blood on you." He sighed wistfully.
"Noted. I can arrange that next time." Apollo nodded, pulling their long, blue latex glove off with their teeth, noting Sinclair's infatuated reaction.
"If I had known you'd look so good in latex, I would've asked you to wear it ages ago." Sinclair stared at Apollo lovingly, watching as they carefully cleaned the excess cum off of him.
"We can make up for lost time, then." They promised, setting Sinclair in the bath. They kissed his cheek as he sunk into the warm water, gently washing him.
"You spoil me, sweetheart." Sinclair yawned.
As a treat for reading, here's the painting <3
