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Like every other day, Viktor stayed past working hours. As promised, he finished what he decided to make for Jayce and will give him that exact thing tonight.
While impatiently waiting for Viktor, Jayce ate what was left of lunch Viktor and he cooked and decided to read some book that he believes would make him a better businessman, unaware that the only thing stopping him from achieving more dreams were thoughts about Viktor sucking his cock or perhaps riding him. But his mind was too clouded to realize so. Luckily, Viktor will help him tonight, or make his life a living hell, but that’s basically the same thing if Viktor was asked.
“I’m home,” Viktor announced as he opened the door, taking off his coat and hanging it in the hallway. As expected, Jayce was already up and ready to receive what was promised to him, already rushed to the hallway and stood there, staring and expecting Viktor to give him whatever that thing was.
Yet Viktor simply walked to him, wrapped arms around his neck, and pulled him down into a kiss that Jayce was hoping would be heated, yet was just a peck on the lips, “I know you are impatient, but I am hungry. Be good and wait for me to eat, will you?”
“I’ve been waiting two hours already, Vik. You can’t do this to me any longer,” Jayce mumbled, took Viktor’s waist, and pulled him against himself, just to be able to lean down and kiss the neck of his lover. Apparently, his attempt wasn’t good enough, since Viktor took in just two kisses, then answered, “I can and I will. You don’t want me to collapse in the middle of sex, do you?”
“But don’t drag it out,” Jayce mumbled against his neck and squeezed Viktor’s waist before letting him go and do his own things.
As always, he was impatient to the core. It took all his self-restraint to not kneel before Viktor’s bag and search for a gift that he should apparently get. It was obvious it had to do with their sex life, and it was obvious to Viktor just the same that Jayce was horny. So it isn’t surprising that he was this impatient. But he managed, out of sole fear that Viktor would deny him somehow if he didn’t listen.
It happened multiple times. It’s not that Jayce doesn’t enjoy being edged – he enjoys everything Viktor is willing to give him, even if it’s of that nature – but one always seeks pleasure in sexual intercourse. That's just how it is. Luckily, Viktor wasn’t as cruel to leave him hanging yet, but deep down, Jayce knows that, if he crosses a line Viktor sets, he could get into that situation and be truly denied without any release afterward.
The moment Viktor took the last bite, Jayce instantly asked, “Are you done?”
“I am,” Viktor confirmed, “Strip and get onto the bed. Wait for me.”
And, as always, Jayce did as he was told, without any resistance. He was on the bed, completely naked, and ready to see what Viktor had planned. Surely it’s something awesome if he’s hyping it up this much.
But, to his surprise, when Viktor came in, he was holding a piece of a simple cloth. That got Jayce to ask, “Really? Hyping me up for this?”
Viktor chuckled, made his way to the bed, and straddled Jayce’s lap, “This is only a preparation. Since this is a gift worth being given in the most sensual way possible, I would like you to wear a blindfold.”
Fine, he can do that. Without wasting more time, he leaned forward to make it easier for Viktor to wrap it over his head and cover his eyes. Now that that was done, Viktor made sure he couldn’t see a single thing by asking how many fingers he was holding up. Of course, Jayce didn’t guess, he didn’t even try to.
Then, a weight of Viktor’s body left his lap. That action gained Viktor an instant whine of impatience, but once Jayce heard that Viktor pulled his bag closer and rumbled through it, he sucked in a breath, waiting to see- no, feel what Viktor prepared.
Viktor was back on his lap, now directly hovering over his cock. It took all of Jayce’s self-restraint not to grind against him and move his hips. He wanted to be good and deserve the gift that was coming. And came it did.
He felt leather touching his neck, felt Viktor’s cold hands, that would make him shiver when wrapped around his cock, touching his neck, and heard a click. His first thought was that this was some kind of a collar. Knowing Viktor, it wouldn’t be surprising, but what is the purpose of a simple collar? He’s been working on this for two weeks. Jayce couldn’t believe it took him that long just to make a simple collar.
“Hm,” Viktor hummed, then took the front part of it and gently nudged it.
Well, now it makes sense.
There was a Hex crystal put into that collar. Why so, Jayce didn’t know, but didn’t want to question it yet. Viktor will explain soon, he supposes.
“It suits you better than I thought it would.”
“Can I see it?” Jayce questioned. He wants to see it, not just feel it. Even if he knows Viktor knows him so well that this collar he put on him surely fits his style, he wonders how he secured Hex gem, how he made such a thing. They always do things together and rarely work on different projects, so when one of them does something on their own, another is always curious.
Unfortunately, Viktor answered dismissively, “No. I need to give you one more thing before I take the blindfold off.”
“What-“ Jayce began, but was caught off guard when Viktor moved back against him and sucked in a breath when he felt his hand grip around the base of his cock. When he thinks about it, being blindfolded isn’t as bad as he thought it would be. It gives that interesting spark of surprise, of impatience of what awaits him next. And it’s exciting. However, it makes him sad that he can’t see Viktor’s expressions and reactions. Yet he saw them so many times that he memorized them, memorized Viktor’s face of concentration while he gives handjobs and intentionally edges him with such skill that Jayce wonders where the fuck he learned that, memorized his face when he sinks on his cock for the first time and memorized one that he makes when he’s close. Every single one of Viktor’s expressions while having sex was hot. So damn hot that even just that could get Jayce over the edge, get him to come untouched.
After two strokes, Jayce was already a whimpering mess. He knew that one blocked sense can make others stronger, but to what level he didn’t know until now, until this unintentional, or perhaps intentional moment.
But the high didn’t last long, not when Viktor slowed down, “Jayce, your mind has been clouded. While I am glad that I am occupying it, I can tell that you being this horny will not get us anywhere regarding work. So, I have a proposal for you.”
Jayce stayed quiet, waiting for that proposal, knowing he shouldn’t object. Of course, he could, but, let’s be frank, he doesn’t want to. Viktor surely has something good in store for him.
He felt Viktor shifting in his lap, then felt something made out of metal touching his cock, and… heard a key. Heard a lock. In an instant, panic rose within him, “Viktor, what the hell is that?”
“See for yourself,” Viktor said, unimpressed, and took off his blindfold.
After blinking twice, being met by a small smirk of Viktors, and realizing he can find out what exactly was that metal around his cock, his gaze went lower. Well… fuck.
Perhaps always being obedient and wanting to please wasn’t the best trait of his when Viktor is in question, since it obviously can bring some trouble. He himself wrote his own script, and willingly let Viktor take control every time, so he is the one to blame that such a thing happened. He is the one who didn’t listen when Viktor warned him his neediness and pushiness when working in the lab could have consequences.
But of course, in Jayce’s mind, the consequences were all sunshine and rainbows. Being locked into a cock cage, however? Not something he expected.
Panic grew more second by second, got him to gaze at Viktor and his own cock once, two-three times, before he asked, or rather voiced his hope, “You can’t be serious.”
“Do I not look serious?” Viktor questioned, enjoying Jayce’s panicked expression, the same as his breathless voice.
“You always look serious, even when you’re kidding! How am I supposed to guess when you’re being serious for real?” Jayce raised his voice.
In the next moment, something rushed through his body. He felt a feeling he didn’t for a long time; the one of being affected by their first yet still unstable Hex-gem. Just like electricity rushed through him. At such an unexpected feeling, his whole body jerked, and a gasp left his mouth.
It took him a moment to recover and another to realize that Viktor was holding some type of controller. And in another one, he realized that the electric shock he felt spread over his body from his neck – the source.
Just as he was about to ask what’s that around his neck and get clearer information about it from Viktor, he felt Viktor’s cold hand gripping his chin, saw Viktor leaning in, and heard the voice that Viktor would always use to talk him through it when they were intimate; accent a bit thicker, tone a little lower, ”Such foul mouth you have, to raise your voice at me.”
His breath hitched, cheeks burned, and desperation just grew. The desperation that came from realizing that he won’t be taking Viktor tonight (that is if Viktor decides to be merciless). He fucked up big time.
“I find it interesting that you think I wouldn’t be serious with such a thing. When was I ever joking in the bedroom?”
Well… as far as Jayce knows; never. Not a single damn time. When Viktor ordered something, he never ever sounded like he was joking. When he expressed his needs, he did it so incredibly straightforwardly forward Jayce didn’t know how to act. Never ever did he joke about their sex life, desires, wishes, and orders.
“Never,” Jayce breathed out and gained a small smile from Viktor, only for it to get out of sight as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against his neck, right under the collar of some sort he was wearing.
“That answers your question,” he breathed against it, then nudged the collar with his teeth, finally acknowledging it properly, “Two things I never joke about are sex and my inventions. As far as I know, two positives never equal in a negative.”
Jayce couldn’t care less about science, or mathematics, or anything really. The only thing that he had in his mind was how to convince Viktor to get that thing off his cock. If he’s being honest, this collar wasn’t of much bother. Quite the contrary; in any other circumstances, he would love it, and enjoy being a guinea pig. However, Viktor rarely gives him that job since he stands by the fact that, as a responsible scientist, he should try his own inventions on himself before using them. That made Jayce wonder how many times Viktor had to try that shock collar on himself before deciding it was good and safe enough to give it to him.
But that’s something he will think about later on. Right now, he needs to figure out how to get out of this unfortunate situation, so, he pleaded, knowing that’s what gets Viktor going, “Do you want an apology? Because I’m really sorry, I’ll keep my hands to myself and I promise-“ Another wave of Hex-electricity shot through him, getting him to groan out.
“Your apology came late,” Viktor said as he straightened up and gripped his chin to bring it back and make Jayce’s and his gaze lock, “What I want you to do is, indeed, to keep your hands to yourself from now on. But, the purpose of this is much more deeper than that, Jayce.” He raised another hand and held cheek in each now, “I enjoy our intimacy more than you know, yet the last thing I want is to overdo it. Perhaps forcing you into a break of some sort could fix such a problem, and perhaps get you to take control once this cock cage makes you lose it.”
Oh… so, it wasn’t only about him being worked up more than it was healthy, but about him not taking control when Viktor would suggest it. Yeah, Jayce knows, but from his point of view, he only wants the best for Viktor. While he’s often in charge, there were some moments when he would propose to Jayce to monitor where the night goes. But Jayce never took that offer.
“I promise I’ll take control, you just need to-“
“Not now,” Jayce answered as if he knew what Jayce would say next, “Let it build up within you, and show me that when the desperation overflows.”
“When will that be?” Jayce asked, as if unaware that Viktor’s words were implying he himself had to decide that, despite Viktor having the key to the lock.
“Hm,” Viktor hummed, looked at the collar, and thought about it for a second, “When you manage to learn self-control, and when this Hex-collar of mine does not need to be used even once in a day.”
What… So, he will wear this… this Hex-collar until he practically doesn’t need to wear it anymore? But what even is the line he couldn’t cross? Depending on the two times it was used until now, Jayce could guess Viktor activates it when he’s pushy, which would mean he shouldn’t initiate sex or be pushy for a day? If that is so, then,… “What limits shouldn’t I cross?”
“That is for you to find out,” Viktor smiled, before pressing a kiss on top of his head, “I have high hopes for you to endure, Jayce. You may get dressed.” With that, he slid off his lap.
“That’s it? Can I at least give you head, a handjob, something?” Jayce straightened up and asked, finding it hard to believe that Viktor wouldn’t want to torture him further (well, torture in a way that Jayce wouldn’t get any pleasure, but please him in a way of Jayce being able to give him pleasure).
He should have expected the collar to activate with a simple touch of the button for such a request. He didn’t think this would be something he would get electricized about, but oh well, Viktor and his rules…
“It suits you well, by the way," Viktor expressed, ignoring the question since activating the collar was enough of an answer.
With that, Jayce was left in hell.