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elrhiarhodanTitle: Destruction and Retribution - A Tragedy in Five Acts
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey Peter Burke, Vincent Adler, Neal/Adler
Word Count: ~850
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Dubious and non-consensual sexual relationship, stepson/stepfather UST, humiliation, extreme BDSM
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Five short ficlets of five sentences each. Neal Caffrey is Peter Burke’s stepson. He’s seduced by Peter’s rival, Vincent Adler, who has very dark ulterior motives for ensnaring Neal. Pay attention to the warnings and the tags.
Author’s Note:sinfulslasher prompted me with five ideas for the second from the left vertical line of my Season of Kink bingo card: Thrill, Pictures/Video, Chastity Device/Orgasm Control, Gags/Silence, Bites/Bruises. Her prompt is below the cut.
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sinfulslasher’s prompt: Adler's preferred way to decompress is to play with his latest toy, Neal. He marked him with bites and bruises, made sure to gag him (those screams of pain were lovely but distracting), made sure his boy toy can't come until Vincent was good and ready, and taping everything, to be watched over and over again, was a thrill of its own…
Thrill
Vincent Adler was a man of great wealth, culture and taste and he enjoyed the finest of everything - be it wine or art or music or companions. But while he squired the most beautiful women in the world to some of the world’s most exclusive events, he preferred sex to be dirty and base and as humiliating for his partner as possible. He enjoyed nothing more than grinding another man, preferable someone young and beautiful and just a bit unwilling, into dust. His greatest thrill, his greatest sexual conquest was fucking Neal Caffrey, the stepson of his greatest rival - Peter Burke - in a public toilet, not less ten feet from where the man was getting ready to make a toast to the boy’s future happiness. The conquest of the boy was all the sweeter knowing that he was going to wreck Peter Burke by destroying what he held most dear.
Pictures/Video
Alone for the night, Vincent worked his cock to the point of orgasm again and again, never letting himself fall over the line into mindless pleasure. On the screen, his beautiful boy begged him for release - not just his own orgasm, but to be let loose of the thrall that he - Vincent - held over him. But he wasn’t letting Neal Caffrey go any time soon - at least not until he extracted the last delicious remnants of his innocence and self-worth. Once that was done, he’d dump the boy on Peter Burke’s doorstep, along with dozens of hours of high-definition evidence of his step-son’s descent into degradation. He didn’t know what was more delicious, bringing Neal to the breaking point, or watching Peter Burke unravel when he found out just what his precious stepson had become.
Chastity Device/Orgasm Control
Neal took a deep breath and tried to center himself; he’d fallen into a terrible cesspit of lust and degradation - so deep that he knew he’d never climb out. But he had to pretend for Peter - who loved him, who thought the sun rose in his eyes, who believed that he was shining and perfect and special. Except that he was nothing more than Vincent Adler’s fuck toy; a creature so base that he’d wear a butt plug and cock ring while sitting down to Christmas dinner with the man he loved more than life itself. But Vincent had commanded, he ordered him to do this and no matter how much Neal wanted to resist, he couldn’t disobey the man. It wasn’t simply his ingrained need to submit, it was knowing that the shame would destroy Peter when Vincent told him what he’d become.
Gags/Silence
Tear stains streaked flushed skin, casting an almost holy glow on his boy’s face – except there was nothing holy about Neal Caffrey as he knelt on the hard marble floor. His fuck toy was wearing nothing more that a leather ball gag, a pair of steel-jawed nipple clamps, and the marks of a newly administered lashing along his back. Vincent was enjoying the torments he was inflicting on his fuck toy, and the best of all, Neal couldn’t protest - his mouth was filled, his hands were tied, his body bound and waiting. There was no safe word, no gesture, no way the boy could stop him from taking what he wanted. Vincent grabbing Neal’s hair and used it as leverage as he plunged into the boy’s tight, dry ass, and as he fucked him, he could feel all the screams that Neal couldn’t release.
Bites/Bruises
Peter was worried and he didn’t know what to do. At twenty-five, Neal was a man grown and free to make his own choices and live his own life - so long as he wasn’t hurting himself or anyone else. So he kept his mouth shut and prayed he wouldn’t regret his silence as he watched the vital young man he adored turn into a wraith, a shadow of the man he used to be. He maintained that silence even when he saw the bite marks and bruises on Neal’s neck and shoulders, and although he kept quiet, he didn’t remain a passive observer anymore. Vincent Adler would pay for what he had done to Neal - he’d pay with his life.
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey Peter Burke, Vincent Adler, Neal/Adler
Word Count: ~850
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Dubious and non-consensual sexual relationship, stepson/stepfather UST, humiliation, extreme BDSM
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Five short ficlets of five sentences each. Neal Caffrey is Peter Burke’s stepson. He’s seduced by Peter’s rival, Vincent Adler, who has very dark ulterior motives for ensnaring Neal. Pay attention to the warnings and the tags.
Author’s Note:
sinfulslasher prompted me with five ideas for the second from the left vertical line of my Season of Kink bingo card: Thrill, Pictures/Video, Chastity Device/Orgasm Control, Gags/Silence, Bites/Bruises. Her prompt is below the cut.sinfulslasher’s prompt: Adler's preferred way to decompress is to play with his latest toy, Neal. He marked him with bites and bruises, made sure to gag him (those screams of pain were lovely but distracting), made sure his boy toy can't come until Vincent was good and ready, and taping everything, to be watched over and over again, was a thrill of its own… Thrill
Vincent Adler was a man of great wealth, culture and taste and he enjoyed the finest of everything - be it wine or art or music or companions. But while he squired the most beautiful women in the world to some of the world’s most exclusive events, he preferred sex to be dirty and base and as humiliating for his partner as possible. He enjoyed nothing more than grinding another man, preferable someone young and beautiful and just a bit unwilling, into dust. His greatest thrill, his greatest sexual conquest was fucking Neal Caffrey, the stepson of his greatest rival - Peter Burke - in a public toilet, not less ten feet from where the man was getting ready to make a toast to the boy’s future happiness. The conquest of the boy was all the sweeter knowing that he was going to wreck Peter Burke by destroying what he held most dear.
Pictures/Video
Alone for the night, Vincent worked his cock to the point of orgasm again and again, never letting himself fall over the line into mindless pleasure. On the screen, his beautiful boy begged him for release - not just his own orgasm, but to be let loose of the thrall that he - Vincent - held over him. But he wasn’t letting Neal Caffrey go any time soon - at least not until he extracted the last delicious remnants of his innocence and self-worth. Once that was done, he’d dump the boy on Peter Burke’s doorstep, along with dozens of hours of high-definition evidence of his step-son’s descent into degradation. He didn’t know what was more delicious, bringing Neal to the breaking point, or watching Peter Burke unravel when he found out just what his precious stepson had become.
Chastity Device/Orgasm Control
Neal took a deep breath and tried to center himself; he’d fallen into a terrible cesspit of lust and degradation - so deep that he knew he’d never climb out. But he had to pretend for Peter - who loved him, who thought the sun rose in his eyes, who believed that he was shining and perfect and special. Except that he was nothing more than Vincent Adler’s fuck toy; a creature so base that he’d wear a butt plug and cock ring while sitting down to Christmas dinner with the man he loved more than life itself. But Vincent had commanded, he ordered him to do this and no matter how much Neal wanted to resist, he couldn’t disobey the man. It wasn’t simply his ingrained need to submit, it was knowing that the shame would destroy Peter when Vincent told him what he’d become.
Gags/Silence
Tear stains streaked flushed skin, casting an almost holy glow on his boy’s face – except there was nothing holy about Neal Caffrey as he knelt on the hard marble floor. His fuck toy was wearing nothing more that a leather ball gag, a pair of steel-jawed nipple clamps, and the marks of a newly administered lashing along his back. Vincent was enjoying the torments he was inflicting on his fuck toy, and the best of all, Neal couldn’t protest - his mouth was filled, his hands were tied, his body bound and waiting. There was no safe word, no gesture, no way the boy could stop him from taking what he wanted. Vincent grabbing Neal’s hair and used it as leverage as he plunged into the boy’s tight, dry ass, and as he fucked him, he could feel all the screams that Neal couldn’t release.
Bites/Bruises
Peter was worried and he didn’t know what to do. At twenty-five, Neal was a man grown and free to make his own choices and live his own life - so long as he wasn’t hurting himself or anyone else. So he kept his mouth shut and prayed he wouldn’t regret his silence as he watched the vital young man he adored turn into a wraith, a shadow of the man he used to be. He maintained that silence even when he saw the bite marks and bruises on Neal’s neck and shoulders, and although he kept quiet, he didn’t remain a passive observer anymore. Vincent Adler would pay for what he had done to Neal - he’d pay with his life.
Tags:
- character: neal caffrey,
- character: peter burke,
- character: vincent adler,
- genre: alternative universe,
- genre: angst,
- genre: pwp,
- genre: smut,
- kink: anal sex,
- kink: bdsm,
- kink: biting,
- kink: bondage,
- kink: caning,
- kink: d/s,
- kink: dub-con/non-con,
- kink: masturbation,
- kink: orgasm denial,
- kink: painplay,
- kink: rape fantasy,
- kink: rough sex,
- kink: sex toys,
- kink: ust,
- pairing: neal/adler,
- sinfulslasher owns my brain,
- type: fan fiction,
- type: ficlet,
- white collar,
- written for: season of kink bingo,
- year: 2014
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Date: 2014-10-10 11:53 pm (UTC)I want the whole fic from beginning to end.
This line - OMG. Tear stains streaked flushed skin, casting an almost holy glow on his boy’s face – except there was nothing holy about Neal Caffrey as he knelt on the hard marble floor.
Please can I haz moar?
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Date: 2014-10-10 11:55 pm (UTC)Thank you so very much.
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Date: 2014-10-19 10:39 am (UTC)And boy, what a treat it was! EXCEPT IT WAS WAY TOO SHORT!!! *hits F5 repeatedly* You pushed so many of my buttons. Guh.
Thank you for this! THANK YOU! ♥
(Now that I own your brain, can I expect more dirtynastywrong goodness?! *hopeful look*)