Madmen's Manipulation – (a smutty Flagellant/Jester fanfic)

(Got bit of a cold and artblock is around, decided to finish up some smut musings! Be DD1 design/modern day take on Damian for this setting. And no, am not sorry at the amount of Italian I shoved in here~)

CW: it's kinky, shameless smut

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"Bellissimo... sei perfetto, mostriciattolo mio~."

A slender finger runs the length of chain connecting his lover's nipples, affectation purrs like fire against his skin. Damian swallowed back. No matter if twice his size in terms of muscle mass, Sarmenti is the one in charge. As it should be.

"Nggggh..." Pressed between a wall and his frame, the flagellant is trapped; by choice of course. The scent of the older's cologne drew Damian's lips closer to suckle at his neck, though is responses with a hard yank at the chain.

"No, no..." the jester began, locking their eyes, "no permission yet, signore. Patience is key... a literal one if behave yourself." Delicate touch lingered downwards, over flushed skin and trembling heartbeat, until palm cupped the cold metal cage that enveloped Damain's manhood. Tight, unforgiving-- inch nor centimeter allowed his length to grow. He touched through the bars, a desperate throb greeting him.

"F-fuck...!" Voice rasped through clenched teeth, instinctively gripping at the smaller's shoulders. Bracing himself proved useful as Sarmenti's frisks became more pronounced, alongside gently pulls of his chain. Hips bucked forward, seeking friction this blasted cage denied.

"Cute..." The jester couldn't help but chuckle, weight pressed harder against his lover-- a solid force of heat and control. "Those noises... are too cute~." Fingers twirled and twisted around golden links, a sharp tug jolting pleasure though his partners pierced peaks.

"Nnngh- haaaah!!" Damain's knees buckled, cock leaking helplessly in his decorative trap. Been mere minutes, yet every second ticked an eternity-- how much longer must he endure? Blunt nails dug into tanned skin, silently pleading for release. A dark grin etched across the jester's lips.

"Bravo ragazzo..." he purred, shifting back again adore his lover's flushed face. Hands withdrew, a blessing and a curse really, to reach out-- a small key then dangled between their view.

Before letting it drop and clatter to the ground below them. "Later. Patience, sÌ? And... I need to hear you beg for it...~"

The flagellant bit back his lip, staring daggers.

"Sarmenti... p-plea-- ahhhh!!"

A sudden yank is made at the chain, hauling Damian forwards until legs met the end of their bed. Stumbled, landing face first against the sheets in ragged huffs.

"What a lovely view..." Nonchalantly, Sarmenti paced back and forth admiring the younger's exposed backside like a piece of artwork.

Honestly, to him, it deserved to be in a museum. And this continued denial stirred both frustration and excitement within Damian, fingers balled into tight fits. To lay here powerlessly, under watch and unknown motions is a feeling unlike anything else.

Suddenly, a palm cracked against his ass-- the sharp slap echoed off the walls.

"Fuck!!" He violently jerked, cage manhood grinded uselessly against the bed's edge as yet another strike landed; then another. And another, each side equally abused by Sarmenti's ruthless hands. Sometimes the best tools are those already at one's disposal. The jester snickered, a sweetness mingled in maliciousness.

"Altri dieci... count them for me." The order followed up by an even harder smack, a fiery red handprint bloomed across his skin.

"U-uno...." Fingers bore into the sheets.

SLAP

"Due!" Back arched in.

SLAP

"Tre!!" Opposite side is next.

SLAP

"Qu-quattro!!" From here, are longer breaks between them; hands lingered at squeezing his raised welts. How gorgeous. A long and arduous operation, finally--

"... dieci....." Damain's voice has reduced to a whimper, trembled lips sat in a pool of his own drool. Pain radiated through his lower half, such delicious and maddening tension built in his caged loins. Respite doesn't stay long either, as in a mere moment, warmth traveled between his abused cheeks to toy at his entrance.

"Good boy, Damian. Now for your treat~." Two fingers breached the tight ring, only a light coat of saliva coaxing them inside.

"Ngg-gh! Sarmenti...!" Why of course such roughness is Damain's preferred, though this particular setup had him frustratingly growl. He once again grinded against the bed, attempting to receive any inkling of touch on his swollen length-- to no avail. Curled thrusts just barely grazed his prostate as well, fuel to the already raging fire. "Fuck! Please...! I-- hhhnngh..."

"Cosa? Say that again..." The jester knows exactly what he's doing and is positively basking. Reducing this mountain of a man to moaning mess is beyond satisfactory. "Louder... amore mio~."

"Nnngh...--!" Lip bitten back, a moment to gather his words, Damian peered over a shoulder and glared at his "cruel" lover. "Uncage me... please! Let me come! Then fuck me...! And don't stop until you're done with me~!"

"........ goodness~♡." If Sarmenti wasn't worked up before, he sure as hell is now. A wicked grin creep along his flushed face, fingers withdrawn as he stood. "Is I that should be givin' the orders... but how could I deny such a thing? Such passion can't be ignored~."

All the while, discarded key has been fetched as well remaining clothing stripped-- not a stitch left as he positioned behind his needy partner. Thick, heavy cock bounced against bruised backside before pressing at his entrance; to drive forward in one brutal thrust.

"FUCK!!" The sudden stretch burned to be buried to hilt, fullness sending a sharp shiver from head to toe. He hissed with malice. "Bastardo! S-said to uncage me first!!"

"And I said..." the jester began, hips grinded against his lover's, "that I won't deny you. Just didn't specify which order I'd follow those demands~."

"Gaaaaah--!!" And if Damian had any protests, those are shut down-- Sarmenti's arduous thrusts reducing words to helpless moans. His massive frame shifted with every thrust, trapped cock forcefully drove into the mattress; slick pre-cum dribbled between bars. The jester gripped at his welted ass, toying at the marks he so beautifully painted. Cheeks are spreed wider, observing his shaft be engulfed by such tight heat.

"Look at you... so big and strong-- only to become my personal cock sleeve." He then leaned forward, sweat soaked chest pressed to his partner scarred back-- accented voice poured like honey. "Do you really wish to be freed?" Punctuating, a reach around grabbed at his metal cage and squeezed; hard. "Or desire to stay like this... drippin' and desperate~."

The only response is a strained whimper, pathetic expression buried to the mattress below. Every part of him is screaming for release, yet the pleasurable pain is undeniable. It hurts, it hurts so much.

And Damian is rapturous.

SLAP

SLAP

SLAP

Back arched violently as another barrage came at his inflamed ass, hole stretched and pounded deep without mercy. His metal prison clung on tighter, every movement turned to a fresh burst agony and insufferable heat. Head snapped up to take in a deep breath, screams mingled in wet slaps of skin-to-skin.

“Sarmenti!! Yes--!! More.... ancora, stupido buffone!! Non fermarti~♡!!”

“Nrrrrrgh! Brutto troia avido~!!” The jester metaphorical mask of dominance begins to slip, himself enraptured by this overwhelming decadence. He cried out just as loudly, thrusts becoming erratic and desperate-- climax approaching it's enviable peak. His lover's insides clenched around his cock, pulling him deep in every buck. “Cazzo--!! I-- …. I'm going to fill you up! Ta-take it... take all of me, amore mio!”

“Yes!!” The flagellant's voice cracked, rasping in guttural urgency. “Fuck--! Use me~♡!!” His entire body shook, air punched from his lungs as hips jutted back to meet Sarmenti's punishing thrusts. Restrained cock helplessly throbbed, robbed of the need to orgasm in such palpable fervor. Pain and pleasure flooded every nerve, lost in the exquisite feeling of being owned and completely undone.

“Damian~♡!!” One robust slam, hot pulses flooded his lover's insides-- empathized in a final smack at his battered ass. Damain's scream is raw, muscles convulsing as his body is pushed to the edge-- only for the damned cage to hold it back, only another spurt of pre-fluids joining his sticky mess. For Sarmenti to freely have the satisfaction of release is both maddening and magnificent.

Panting, still kept in deep, Sarmenti soothingly stoked over the flagellant's trembling back; beads of sweat traced over his map of scars. Did he go too far this time? Seeing as Damain isn't barking back with complaints, then can call it a job well done. Breaths caught, he slowly withdrew, watching his seed ooze from his lover's stretched hole.

“Davvero bellissimo...” A faded chuckle, the jester attempted to stand-- only for his shaken legs to make him tumble backwards. Exhausted, idea of recovery discarded, he sprawled out across the floor in defeat. “Merde--! Eheheheh... seems my stamina... has reached... it's limit...”

“Feh...” Won't be the first nor last time Sarmenti drains himself after the big finale. In a way, it's sort of charming; a surefire way to confirm he thoroughly enjoyed their escapade. Sore all over, absolutely drenched in sweat, he shakily turned around and hovered over the other; baring a toothy, giddy grin.

“Need any help, idiota~♡?”

“Sarebbe molto apprezzato. Hehe~♡”