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Dissatisfied Customer (ver. 2)
(the pimp's name is a placeholder it might be changed later)
he never puked. he rarely even choked. but somehow he was here, staring at a cock covered in his upchuck.
he started to apologize. "im so sorry, this never happens, i dont know what—"
but he was interrupted by a decisive slap across his face.
"clean it up," the client growled.
he took only one breath to steel himself before putting his mouth back onto his cock. the sharp taste of stomach acid mixed together with his last meal on his tongue, but he refused to let it recoil. he swallowed. then he licked the chunks off the client's pants. worse. finally he kneeled, licking his boots clean.
as he stood up, the client grabbed his arm roughly. "who's your pimp?"
"roberto."
he started off toward his office, dragging brutus along beside him.
roberto was outside on a smoke break when they arrived, leaning on the concrete column marking the end of the wrought iron fence around the bushes.
brutus focused on his posture, making sure he looked respectful as his client told his pimp what he'd done.
"did you refund him?" roberto asked.
"not yet," he said, reaching with his free hand for the cash to hand back to him.
he snatched the cash, counting it without letting go of brutus' arm.
"shouldn't i get some compensation…?"
"of course." he handed over some extra. anything to keep the client happy.
"so sorry about this," roberto said. "leave him with me, i assure you he will be dealt with."
brutus didn't like the look on his face as he said that.
his body lurched as the client let go, shoving him away in the process.
roberto turned around and headed up the stairs, not looking back to see if brutus was following. he knew he would be.
he entered the building, brutus following close behind. his assistant was inside, brutus had never learned his name. roberto whispered something to him, then walked away, not looking back. the assistant looked toward him with a smirk. he grabbed brutus, turning him around and holding his arms behind him with little effort or resistance.
brutus walked down the hall, arms held behind him, feeling more like a formality than actual restraint. he was pushed forward, sometimes roughly, despite complying fine on his own.
they stopped in front of a door—he felt like he'd been here before. one arm was let go as the hand holding it moved to the doorknob. when the door was opened, he understood why it felt so familiar.
sitting alone in the room was sanchez. maura's guy.
shit.
"sup?" sanchez asked, clearly a little confused what they were doing there.
"somebody fucked up," the man holding brutus said, and he could hear the smirk in his voice. "boss wants maura to correct it."
sanchez nodded, getting up to let her know. he popped his head into the door. "you got someone to teach a lesson here."
he waved them in.
brutus kept himself neutral and submissive, eyes avoiding meeting hers as he walked through the threshold.
she was leaned back, feet on her desk, face unreadable.
"this some sort of joke?"
"nope," his captor said helpfully. "boss said to bring him here."
"any reason he sent a prostitute to me?"
"says you know him."
she pinched the bridge of her nose, mumbling spanish under her breath. "what'd you do."
before he could say anything, her finger went in the air. the other guy must've been about to speak out of turn. "from him."
"dissatisfied customer."
he kept his eyes down, face flat.
"what happened?"
it felt strangely hard to admit. "i choked."
she hummed a brief acknowledgment. "let him go."
and then his arms were free.
she jerked her head toward the modified pull-up bar. he went toward it, starting to take off his shirt.
she stopped him with a staccato "ah."
he put his shirt back down, instead lifting his wrists to the ropes attached to the bar, letting her secure them in place.
she looked at her implement wall, picking one he recognized. the one she used for real punishments.
"have a seat," she said to her guest. "enjoy the show."
his body flinched without permission as she cracked the whip in the air.
"see how well i've trained him."
she had been given something to prove. and she was going to prove it.
this was going to hurt.
the first crack landed hard and loud between his shoulderblades. he couldn't help but gasp, even if he was supposed to stay quiet for punishments. she was committing.
a few more blows landed, each as painful as the last.
"don't be shy," she said. "show him your pretty face."
he closed his eyes, craning his neck to rest against his arm, still sore from his client's death grip earlier. roberto's assistant looked sadistic when he opened them again.
crack.
his cheek squished against his shoulder, doing everything he could not to hide it. his knees bent further, feet turning in, trying to find a solid foundation through the shaking. he could feel the sweat beading on his brow. he knew he couldn't keep himself put together much longer.
but he tried anyway.
faking it would be dishonest.
crack.
he whined aloud at the impact.
crack.
okay. he whined at every impact.
crack.
he pulled against the restraints holding him up, just to have something to brace against.
crack.
before he knew it, eyeliner stained his cheeks and shoulder.
"tell me what you did again."
he craned his neck further just to open his mouth.
"i choked, im sorry m-AH!"
crack.
"i didn't say to apologize," maura stated. "try again."
he drew a shaky breath.
"i choked, mistress."
"better."
crack. crack. crack.
her warm hands brushed against his, giving him a second to find his footing before she released the bind in one uncaring motion. he rubbed the circulation back into his wrists. his legs shook beneath him.
"get out, both of you."
she didn't sound like she cared. she couldn't. he didn't need her to.
every step was slow and shaky as he walked through the door. he locked eyes with sanchez only briefly before turning toward the exit, exposing the shredded, bloody fabric on his back.
he would need to find a change of clothes. clients would be scared off by the sight.
---
that evening, he stood in maura's foyer. she was sitting in her chair like usual. she scanned him, taking inventory.
he looked exhausted.
she reached out an inviting arm to him. he climbed up onto her lap, letting his weight settle into her.
"im sorry that happened," she said quietly, lips pressing against his head.
it was silent for a while.
finally, it was broken by brutus' small voice. "thanks for not going easy on me."
aaaaa okay this still doesnt feel complete but if i keep it inside for much longer i might explode
cw: INCEST, unwilling intimacy, humiliation, explicit nonconsent, dead dove do not eat
some grunt comes to collect. brutus can't pay and they're fucked if he doesn't. he's cornered in an alley, unfortunately robin was caught up in it and is here as well, backed against a wall hiding behind brutus. the grunt, holding a gun vaguely pointed in their direction, threatens robin
"hey, don't threaten my sister," brutus says, standing between them. "she has nothing to do with this."
"she's not your sister," he says. "you look nothing alike."
he's thrown off by the casual remark. "...well, she is."
the guy looks her up and down.
oh he made a mistake.
"aight, look. i'm feeling generous," he says. "ill let you go... if you kiss her."
brutus can't believe what he just heard.
"i-i... why?" he sputters.
"cuz i'm the one holding the gun."
yeah. fair.
brutus watches his face, hoping he's fucking with him. he doesn't walk it back.
he steps back to turn toward robin. he doesn't meet her eyes.
"i think he's serious," he whispers.
she balks at him, horror and disgust in her eyes.
no, she signs, once, definitively.
he looks her in the eyes. she can see the haunted look. "i don't think we have a choice."
her gaze grows distant as it dawns on her what's happening.
her hand lifts, shaking, to her face. her fingers hook into her mask and pull it down. she softens her mouth.
brutus closes the distance.
she shudders, almost as much from the awful sensation as the horror of the moment.
the watcher isn't satisfied with their humiliation. "give it some tongue."
robin sobs softly. she stares intently at a spot on the floor.
she's been crying the whole time.
brutus focuses on making it look pretty to satisfy their torturer. make the tongue visible, show him you're complying.
it felt like an eternity before he finally let them stop. robin could finally breathe again. she kept staring at the ground.
"one more thing," he adds, giving brutus one more command.
she blankly gives a small nod of permission to her brother.
so brutus sighs. he turns his eyes to look away as his hand touches her chest.
"you can do better than that," the guy heckles.
sigh. so he begrudgingly lifts her sweater. reaches under her bra. and cups her tits.
he just touches them. the silence fills the room as brutus realizes he's waiting for something. so he squeezes.
---
finally, the guy had had his fill and let them go.
they sit on a bench, staring at the ground, a foot or so apart.
"do you... need... anything...?" brutus asks her awkwardly, as though suddenly remembering she was here too.
