riddler-coded (autistic) 💚🩷

Much to his disappointment, Eddie found that he was surprisingly content with the manner in which you'd rendered him entirely without control. On his knees in front of you, the harsh cold of the concrete beneath him a painful reminder of how little comfort he had offered himself most of the time in his own space. It struck him, then, that perhaps he craved it. This discomfort, this cruelty, this pain. It made sense, therefor, that he had given up his autonomy so quickly to you when you demanded it of him.

"And finally, Eddie, I think you know what I want from you now."

"What else could I possibly give you? You have my attention. You certainly have my dignity. What more could you need?"

You raised your eyebrows in faux-surprise at his tone, having expected him to put up somewhat of a fight eventually.

"Ooh, a little bratty. I expected nothing less from you. But unfortunately, I'm going to need you to give up your cane now. The ultimate symbol of your power. I've been desperate to get my grubby little hands on it."

Reluctantly, Eddie passed his cane to you from where it lay beside him on the floor. It was impossible to tell what cruelties you intended to bestow upon him with it in your hand, but he knew whatever it would be, just the mere thought was enough to have him twitching in excitement. His cock was hard, throbbing, and every second he knelt there waiting for you only made things worse.

"Thank you, Eddie. Such a good boy. I've never held your cane before… If you don't mind, I'll take a minute or two to appreciate this gesture."

Through gritted teeth he spat out his next words.

"Fine. But make it quick."

Sensing his irritation, knowing he was close to breaking point, you ramped up your teasing.

"Because you're desperate? Hm? You gotta get it as quick as possible, sweetie?"

Eddie's response was quick and filled with seething ire, but he refrained from complaining. Protesting against this treatment might mean it would cease to be inflicted upon him, and while his ego and his mind were devastated by being put in their place, his stiff cock and warming core couldn't want it more.

"No!"

"I think it is. I think you want me to go quickly so we can fit in as much fun as possible before you decide you have to 'get back to work'." Eddie grimaced at your impression of his stern voice, as he always did when you mocked him. "Such a greedy boy, hm? Of course you are, though. You've always been needy, demanding everyone's attention."

"You are toeing a line, dear…"

You only smiled in response. His jaws were clenched, the words hissed out with frothing bubbles of spittle. The tension only came partly from being under someone else's control, and from letting you speak to him like that. The rest of it came from the fact he was having to keep his body as rigid as possible, lest he lose all inhibitions and find himself making a mess of his pants. If you saw that he was in such a state at only your verbal abuse, who knows what kind of seductive cruelty you would bestow on him next time.

And there would be a next time.

"Don't you want me to tease that line? I thought that was the whole point, Eddie?"

Your condescending tone made his heart jump into his throat, falling down again with a thud that made his whole body twitch.

"Obviously."

"Tut, tut! I thought we agreed that if you wanted this so badly, then you would beg for it and be a good boy? How about it?"

He offered nothing in response but a glare, looking up at you from his lowly position on all floors, relegated to the dirt covered ground of his own domain. So you tried again.

"Come on, Eddie. Just ask for it. You know you want it. A little bit of manners and you can let someone else be the boss for once, hm? Put that big brain on ice and be my brainless little pet for a while? It's not embarrassing to admit that's what you want. Or need."

You slapped at his face, playfully at first, but then a little harder when you notice he didn't flinch. It wasn't intended to hurt, but you wanted to leave a little mark. A reminder of the delights he received when he was brave enough to confess his desires. It still didn't seem enough to make him react to you, so you brought out the big guns.

With your knuckles in a tense, white grip, you lifted his cane and moved it swiftly to beside his head. That caused him to jump a little, and a little yelp followed as you swung it further, hooking it behind his neck and pulling him forwards. He stumbled on his hands and knees, chin lowering to the ground at your feet, his grimace visible in the shine of your boots, and you took the opportunity as luck.

"Kiss them."

Eddie was frothing at the mouth behind his clenched teeth. This was disrespectful, insulting to the highest degree. But he couldn't say stop, because he didn't want to. Like everything before it, this was just another new insight into his deeper psyche, and he hated himself for it, but he loved it. His cock was drooling, soaking his underwear before you'd even really gotten to work on him. Being degraded alone was enough to push him over the edge.

You noticed the stain as he sat back up to look into your eyes, looking for confirmation that you were really going to force him to kiss your feet, to put himself so far down the food chain. Seeing the wet patch on the front of his cargo pants made you pity him, but only for a second. He was a petulant man child getting a taste of his own medicine. The fact that he liked the taste didn't make it any less sweet for you to deliver it to him.

"You don't want to stoop that low, hm?"

He shook his head, furrowing his brow as he narrowed his eyes. He only stopped when you reached down to grab his chin, holding his head steady as you patronised him just a little more.

"Well, I think it's about you learned how to be polite. I'm a little bit sick of your attitude, Eddie, and I hesitate to make you any more excited than I can already see you are by just letting you off the hook. So, why don't you ask me nicely and we'll see what I can do."

"Don't make me kiss your boots. That is an insult to my status an-"

"Uh-uh, Eddie. What's the magic word?"

It was a give or take. He could tolerate only so much, but he had to know when to rescind his control in order to get more of what he truly believed he needed, given how much of his life he'd gone without even realising he wanted it.

"I… Please don't make me. Please."

You unhooked the cane from his neck, planting it firmly on the ground beside you, yielding it in a way that made his cock twitch. You looked good in control, with his own cane. It made him feel nauseous and excited.

"Good boy, Eddie. Such a smart, clever boy!"

If he hadn't already been dangerously and painfully hard, that would have done it. Luckily, he'd already stained his pants, so more mess wasn't too noticeable.