Nicolás Smith is not afraid to admit that he is a crock, he lies, steal, and destroy people and their families, and he loves it, 20+ years doing the job and being damn good at it, not only that but getting away with it too has stroked his ego pretty great. So it's nothing but a shock to end up in the situation, in a car of a limo, tied and at the mercy of Justin Noles, the very guy he was trying to ripe off. How did this happen? Everything was going right so how did everything end so wrong?
11 hours ago.
Nicolás Smith Pov
It was still early in the morning, around 9:20am, I had no clients so I was just earing takeout and watching a movie, minding my own business when "SHIT!" A hand grabs my shoulder. Flinging myself from the chair and turning around to find a woman with her hand out behind me. "AH! I'm so, so sorry. I did n-not mean t-to scare yo-you." They stutter as they flinch back, calming down I get a better look at the lady. 'Wow, she's super cute' I think and than say "No ,no, no. Ms., it's fine, sorry for startling you. My name is Nicolás Smith, you can call me Mr. Smith. How may I help you?"
Her face is stained red as she looks away.
"I'm not..." she mumbles.
"Pardern? Ms."
"I- I'm no-ot a w-wom-men. I'm a-a men."
It takes me a minute to process what she, or he, says.
"-Tch- What the hell man! Why you coming up in here cross-dressing and shit?"
"Wh-what!? No I..."
I cut him off sitting back in my chair.
"Listen here you bastard. I'm trying to run my business, I don't have time to play with you f*gs. Now fuck off!"
I say before going back to what I was doing.
"I-It's not... No! I j-just..." they stumble over their words but I'm no longer paying attention, going back to what I was doing.
The movie is nearing the end, when "EXC-cuse m-me." They yell before their voice crack in the middle of the word and starts to whisper by the end. "What the hell. LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE..." My bellowing is interrupted by papers being shoved in my face.
" I just n-need y-your help, p-p-please. My, my fam-m-mily has s-sadly passed a-away. I'm too..."
"HOLY SHIT!" I scream getting a good look at the words, seven hundred million dollars($700,000,000), that's how much this pretty rich boy is getting after his old folks kicked the bucket. If I just get even a quarter of this money($175,000,000) I'll be set to do what ever I please. 'Holy shit! Holy shit! HOLY SHIT! I'M RICH! HAHAHA! HELL YEAH BABY! I'm finally gonna be able to kick it and relax for years to come, HAHAHAHA!'.
Forgetting my surroundings, already thinking about my future car, house, and vacations, a tap is felt on my arm. "Ex-excuse me?" They stutter looking at me worriedly, clearing my throat i say "Yes. YES! I would be able to help you, Mr.?"
"Justin. J-Justin Noles." "Mr. Noles. Please forgive my rude behavior. And do not have my attitude scare you away. I am really good at my job, the best even, so you can leave everything to me, and you will be way taken care of. Of course! You will have to sign a few contracts and what not's before we get started, and..." I talk, overwhelming him so he doesn't backout.
Two hours later(11:53am) with some tea and conversation, contracts are signed and things start to roll, he doesn't know that by the end half of his money($350,000,000) will rightfully belong too me.
7 hours later (6:26pm)
Working all the way into the evening is when we are completely done." Congratulations are in order. Mr. Noles you may just be the youngest person who is this rice. Now we just need to go to the bank and have it notarized and we will be finished. Do you have any questions and/or concerns?" I ask as we stand just outside the bank, thinking about the first thing I'm gonna bye.
"N-no sir, it's j-just."
" Hmm, is something the matter, Mr. Noles"
No! I-its just c-c-can you p-please sign t-this, please?"
"What?"I ask trying to take the papers and look at them, but he holds on to them.
'What the hell! For someone so small and dainty, he's really strong.'
" Mr. Noles, can I have the papers so I can read before I sign?"
"You can't!"
"May I ask why?"
"Y-you've b-been so kind a-a-and helpful t-to me. I w-would li-like to pay you b,back. If-if you d-don't m-mind, of-f course!"
"Ah,I understand, but why can't I read it?"
"I wa-want it t-to be a-a surprise, b-but now th-hat I think a-about it, that's s-stupid. My, um, my f-father likes to b-bye cars, and I-I d-don't really c-care for them. S-so I wanted t-to gift y-you one, it's a *redacted*, if you a-are willing too accept it?"
'FUCKING HELL! *Redacted* IS THE THIRD MOST EXPENSIVE CARS, WORTH BILLIONS, AND HE'S JUST GIVING IT AWAY, HAHAHAHA! AH MAN! What did I do right to get this naive, gullible, doormat of a sucker. I'm starting to feel bad for scamming him. NOT! HAHAHAHA! I'M GONNA HAVE ONE OF THE MOST EXPENSIVE CARS IN THE WORLD AND MONEY! WHY WOULD I GIVE THAT UP? If anything it's his fault for being a fucking dumbass, he should be grateful that I'm giving him half of the money at all. But, I guess the car can be considered an apology from him, for having to donate my money and not just keep it all.'
"Thank you, Mr. Noles. You are so generous to give me such a valuable car. I graciously accept this gift and bless you for many, many years." Thanking thsi naive fool I take the pen and paper, signing them, before going inside the bank and finishing the process.
Now (8:55pm)
That's right! After a while at the bank, we went for a celebration dinner, having a good time I didn't realized that, that basbard mostlikly put something in my drink too knock me out.
'Shit! What the hell is that bastard doing? Kidnapping people like this. Does he know it's against the law?'
"Good morning sleepy head, even though it's night time already, did you have a good rest"
I glare at the bastard, screaming and cursing into the thing covering my mouth. Turning and twisting, I try to loosen the bindings when I'm kicked in the back.
"FUCK" I curse but it is muffled.
"Now. Now, Ms.*Redacted*. I know you are angry but there's no need to hit people."
"SHUT UP! WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE? WHAT DO YOU WANT, HA? WHY IS THIS SCUM STILL ALIVE? YOU SAID...."
"Silance." It's not yelled but the pressure he gives off is able to make the word heard.
~Snap~ snapping his fingers, a man in black hands a brief case to the woman behind me.
"Twenty million($20,000,000). When I accepted your job, it was not for the thousand dollars you were offering, but because I was bored and needed something fun to do. But after meeting Mr. Smith, I have taken quite the liking to him. So. ~Clap~ you have two choices. One, take the money, get out of the car, and never show your face again. Or two. I send all of your dirty laundry to the police and every news station in this country, making it so that the only life you have is in a prison cell. You have a minute too choose."
"WHAT!? THIS WAS NOT APART OF THE DEAL! YOU WERE..."
"Ms.*Redacted*, you must think I'm stupid, but I take my job very seriously, so I do research on my clients and their victims. And I found so many interesting things about your husband. It was quite fascinating watching Mr. *Redacted* in his last moments, trying to hide his crimes with his death. Hilarious even. Now! I can go on and on about what a coward your husband is, but your minute is over, what's your choice?"
Noles questions as the car stops.
"Well Ms. *Redacted*?
Silance follows, before the sound of the door being opened, and heels stepping onto the ground.
"It was such a pleasure doing business with you Ms. *Redacted*. And my condolences for your lose, I hope you have a wonderful rest of the night."
And with that the door closes and the car drives away.
"Now than! Nicolás. Can I call you Nicolás? I'm gonna call you Nicolás. I have so much fun games planned for us, your gonna enjoy it, cause I know I am, Haha. Where on the way to your new home but it might take a few hour's, it's quite far, so why don't you get some more sleep, trust me, you will need it."
And with that a prick is felt in my thigh and I'm out again.
Hour's later
I have no idea how long I've been asleep, but when I wake up, I'm completely naked on a huge round bed.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I jump of the bed before falling onto the ground, as sharp pain is felt in my anus.
"~F-fuuuck~" I groan flipping to my back with my eyes closed. A chuckle is made above me, cause me to shoot up into a kneeling position, sending another bout of pain through me.
"Calm down love. You don't want to hurt yourself, right?"
"YOU..." I go to attack him but is stopped by a bolt of pleasure coursing through Mr.
"~AHHHH-hh~ ahh~ nmmm~" a vibration is felt in my pelvis as I start to harden.
"You sound so cute. I can't wait for the main dish."
He says while petting me, like I'm some animal, as I catch my breath.
"All will be explained but for now, get up!"
He commands, grabbing my arm and yanking me up ~Nmmmmm~, as what ever is inside of me moves around.
"Fuck! Your just so damn cute. Now come along." Dragging me towards a set of door, he pushes them revealing a closet room, shoving me into the middle I am made to stand on a display stool.
"Good. Now don't you try to run away on me, otherwise"
"~Aahhh~" I moan, being catches before falling completely over.
"Haha. You understand right love?" He says before walking away.
He comes back, a few minutes later, to see me leaning on one of the walls and trying to pull the thing out my ass, blood dripping down my thighs.
"FUCK!" I bellow as he smacks my ass, grabs my arm, and yanks me to a chair i didn't notice, which he procides to sits in, having me bend over his leg, that's when..
~SNAP~ I scream as a slap on my ass lands, he slaps my ass again and again, over and over. Tears fall down my face at the pain that blossom across my ass, my butts hot as the pain double, triple with each hit. Finally stopping at what feels like 100 hits, I gasp, and sob,and shake, feeling like fire is running across my skin.
"I'm not gonna punish you too much, as you owner, I should have given you more rules. And not only that, but you hurt your pretty little boycunt, I should make you really suffer for that. But. It's your first day here, you must be nervous to be in your new home. So I'll be benevolent and forgive you. But..." squeezing one of my cheeks so I moan in pain " this is the only time I will allow this disrespect, understand?" Putting more pressure on my ass for taking to long to answer. "Y-yes" " Good now go back to the stool and stand."
I follow his orders, as he goes to grab something. Wiels are heard as he drags a rack of clothes next to me.
"You have lovely olive skin, you'll probably look good in anything I have for you, hmmm"
Contemplating to himself, I feel like an object with the way he looks at me. He mumbles under his breath, before leaving the room with a "Stay!"
A short time passes and he is back carrying a tote. He messes around with the stuff inside for a while before a buzz echos in the room.
"Do.Not move" and with that he shaves the hair all over my body, moving and twisting me around to make it easier, eveny between my butt and a light trim to my face. He kneels on the ground next to the tote and brings bottles out, and proceeds to moisturizer and massage my entire body, leaving me weak in the knees. Hour's pass with him pampering me, my hands, my feet, even my ears. By the time he's done I'm limp only being help up by him.
"Ha, feels good doesn't it? See, I can take care of you, you just got to be a good boy, for me, love" kissing my forehead, he wraps his arm around my waist, rubbing my back, and sways as soft music starts to play. Another hour pass and he has me stand up on my own. "I thought of the perfect set of clothes while we had our moment, but I want to give you a surprise, so I'll have to blindfold you ok? Be a good boy now." I am blindfold, but not caring, as I am reminded about a certain surprise.
"Hey! What was with that contract?"
"Hmm." He hums, sounding distracted.
"The contract. The one with the gifted car. The one you had me sign before we entered the bank."
"AH! Yes, that. As a scam artist you should know what not to do before signing a contract. Like, really? You didn't read it at all? But I don't mind, it helps me in the end either way."He chastised.
"What the fu..." ~snap~ my knees buckle as I'm interrupted by a smack against my ass.
"No cursing. But anyway, stand up straight, anyway, that was a marriage certificate."
"W-what?"
"Yeah a marriage certificate. I actually hate my last name and yours is per.." "wait" "fect for me. Justin and Nicolás Smith, we.." "hold on" "are gonna have an amazing life together." "GOSH DAMN IT! WHOULD YOU FUCKING..." and then I find myself on the floor, ears ringing, blood dripping down my face.
"You really should stop that." His voice is ice cold when he speaks but calm, as if its any other day, the heavy pressure in the air making it hard to breath.
"I've been trying to be understanding, I really have. But you just keep being disrespectful and its really starting to piss me off. So, this is what where gonna do." He says with finality, picking me up off the ground as I stumble. " I'm giving you two choices here, one, we can have a pleasurable, unforgettable, sexy~ night, we're I make love too you, spoil you, leaving you all nice and soft after consumatting our marriage." He's rubbing his thumbs along my sides, humming and cooing, before his grip tightens.
"Or. I can take you to the basement. Where I will break into your boy pussy. Fucking into you, punishing you, all through the night. And that will be your room for the rest of your life, well~ that is until you can be good for me." Blood drips along my sides where his hands is, nails digging into my skin, vice grip most definitely leaving bruises.
"Well, my love~?" He coos, kissing and sucking into my neck. "Are you going to apologizes?" I flinch at the searing pain that is bitten into my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I-i'm really sorry. I didn't mean to yell or curse. Please, please, I'm sorry." I stutter through my words as I cry, shaking with fear and pain. It's quite after my apology, no sound besides my breath and sobs, I can feel his icy eyes bearing into me. A minute. Than 2. Than 3. I stop counting at the 5 minute mark, panicking as he hasn't said anything, I go to speak when the back of my neck is grabbed.
"Ah-hmmm~" a tongue slithers between my lips, after I am dragged down into his waiting mouth, pushing and pulling at my tongue, trading spit, making wet smack noise. He kisses me for what feels like hours before stopping. "Good boy. My sweet, lovely little wife. You know how to make me so happy and proud, such a good boy. Now come on, I have to get you all dressed up for our honeymoon night." And with that, clothes are put and taken off of me, I am asked and tasked to do things like, "Is this too tight?" " Bend over and touch you toes" " What's your favorite color? Wait! Nevermind I already know, it's silver" and what not.
By the end I am tired and drained, just wanting to sleep. "Beautiful~" I hear him whisper before wrapping one of his arms around my waist, helping me walk, due to the heels I have on now.
I think I am taken back to the previous room, where I am made to stand, and the rustling of the sheets as they are taken of and changed.
"Now, my love~. Take the mask off." I do so, preparing to be blinded by the light, butwhen I notice they are dim, i go to see what I am wearing, but Justin stops me. "Heels are very easy to walk in once you find the rhythm." He begins as he sits on the bed of the freshly changed sheets. "You walk with the back if your foot, when you step, before landing on the rest of your foot. We'll? Go on. Try it" He urges.
I stand there for a minute, before taking a slow cautious step in his direction. "Good~ Such a good boy~" It takes time but I walk, like a new born fawn, towards him. Taking my hand and bringing it to his lips, he naws and slobber all over my have, marking it, his sky blue eyes are clouded with lust, as he gazes up at me and takes my ring finger into his mouth, sucking them. He pops off the finger after awhile, leaving a lingering kiss at the tip. I'm transfixed by his beauty that I don't notice the ring on my finger wet with saliva.
"Your mine now. My beautiful, lovely bride." I see it than, a silver and black band around my ring finger, a ring. I can only stare at it for a few seconds, before I am flipped around to face a mirror. "Look at yourself!" He wispers into my tailbone. "Gorgeous. Absolutely stunning, my love."
From top to bottom, on my head is a white lace vail with, what I think are, wedding flowers, and a black choker with drooping chains. The clothing around my waist (corset) pushes my chest up too make them look like breast, with an intricate design, and the same silver white and black color theme. I have no boxers, but I do have a low hanging diamond crusted skirt, with silver and black heels.
Turning red, I feel ashamed by what I'm wearing, a prostitution roll-playing as a bride. "What do you think? Aren't you just stunning? I think I did a good job bringing out your curves, had to stop myself from pushing you to your knees and fucking your tits. But don't worry, we can do that later." And with that I am flipped and pushed onto them bed.