So this was definitely not how he expected things to go, the thief had been stealing from Gage from some time and had always gotten away with it, his indentity kept a secret and slipping through the mafia boss's fingers or that of his goons. But not this time, caught and overpowered - clothes/uniform gone and his muscular, fat ass on display as he was shoved down onto his stomach - the wind taken out of him as those big hands grabbed his head and shoved it and his air was almost caught off. Squirming, struggling which only caused his big ass to grind against the powerful, older man more.

"This is...just a setback, before you know it I'll-" He was cut off by the hard smack to his ass and pinch to his nipple, causing him to cry out as he was overpowered, objectified and humiliated in the mob boss's grasp. "Hnngh, sadly you're still an old bitch and...I'm not out for the count yet. I'll be free soon...enough..." He managed to say, but whether or not he was trying to convince Gage or himself was unclear.

Zack’s head turned slowly at the sound of a wall all but being burst open in the warehouse. This was one of his operations with tons and tons of containers of illegal weapons, drugs and so much more and apparently they had some party crashes. His men all turned to face the explosion while Zack smirked, knowing all too well who likely was showing up. “Do I hear an Avenger making his big entrance? Apparently tonight is going to be a lot more fun then we planned boys” He chuckled deeply, turning fully to face their intruder.

“Te dije que la pasta es muy fácil de preparar, ¿como lo echaste a perder? Solo tenías que hervir agua...”

Zack was leaning back in his rather large leather couch when he watched several of his men bring a squirming, struggling man in their grasps before him - dragging him to the center of the room and forcing him to his knees and keeping him in place as Zack took a swig of his scotch and set it down on the glass table beside him. “Well, well...what do we have here?” He asked with a rumble of a chuckle in his chest and lazily examining the other. “Seems someone was caught being where they shouldn’t be.”

94 // M/M SMUT GIF STARTERS. VOL. 4

There was some people who just made wonderful targets indeed to be stolen from - the good man, sweetheart who wants to look after others was one such target. And who fit the bill better then Addison Blake? After all, he was a mentor to younger men and Zack seemed to be one of those men and he played the part perfectly of the sweet young man who just needed an older man's guidance. It was the easiest way to get a way into his home, to have access to take whatever he liked and slip into the night unseen.

But it seemed Zack had underestimated the man...or rather the mage, something he hadn't learnt until he'd been caught thanks to his magic. But if this was his punishment...well, it was certainly a different kind of punishment. Clothes forced off, pinned to the man's bed and his fat ass being pounded again and again as Addison had his way with the little thief. Zack had no idea the full extent of the consequences of being caught just yet, but for now? The delight of being fucked stupid was all he was focusing on.

ask meme // still accepting

“This all you got?” Zack questioned with a smirk on his face - his large hand reaching out and lifting Aiden off his feet as the organic armor was only wrapped around the hand currently choking the other with ease. “I thought someone with the balls to try and attack one of my sites might have a little more too them” He smirked, squeezing a little tighter to cut off his air entirely and watch him struggle before tossing him to the ground. “Now why don’t you tell me exactly who you are before I have to beat it out of you.”

With her purse slung over her shoulder, hair pulled down from it’s low bun and ‘work-appropriate’ dress neatly tucked away, Cecelia Pham bolted for the doors of the Caledonia and towards Zack’s car. Knowing that they had plans after-work had made the day drag on for what felt like forever, and every call, complaint and request she had to deal with after 7:30 pm was panic inducing, for she didn’t want to be there even a second past quitting time. As Cecelia settled into the passenger seat of Zack’s car, she threw her arms around him in a friendly hug.

“Let’s go before my parents ask me to stay for another hour,” Cece practically begged before buckling her seatbelt.

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