#mcrshmallow

[courtesons]

In a way Owen liked it more than Percy was typically more dominant with guys, it was something he'd let the other enjoy as much as he liked with others. If anything it made the fact he submitted for him all the more alluring and inticing. He might even let Percy and him play with some guy together, if his boy behaved himself. And given his complete and utter surrender? Oh, he had a feeling Percy was going to behave oh so well for him once he was done with him.

"You need it, do you? You need to be owned, to be taken and turned from bartender to property?" He all but growled, voice deep and low as it rumbled through his chest. His tongue returning to that hole and squeezing those red ass cheeks before giving them each their fourteenth slap - just one more to go. Hungrily eating out Percy, happy to hear that man moan and beg and break for him in so many different ways. But this was only the beginning...

"Maybe that's what your collar should say. Property of Master Owen, so everyone knows the truth and what belongs to me. What can't be touched, tasted or even looked at too long without my permission" He commanded as a fistful of hair was grabbed by Owen's hand and tugged on it, so Percy had to look at the man looming over him. "Maybe I should take you home with me, lock you up and keep you all to myself - would you like that boy?" He taunted, rolling his large bulge right into that red, beautiful ass.

"Speak slut, louder. So everyone can hear you."

percy had always thought that he liked to be the one in charge, to give and take pleasure away from someone. always considered himself to be more dominant in nature. while he might have entertained submission in the rarest of circumstances, there was something unbelievably undeniable at being brought down by owen. to be controlled and humbled by him despite percy's continued initial resistance. if he didn't have his own head stuck up his ass, percy could have admitted that he liked this. but his pride, like his resistance, was crumbling with each stroke.

"thank you, sir. thirteen." he let out another grunt through gritted teeth, eyes rolling back in desire. owen's strokes were enough to keep percy on edge but not enough to chase after his orgasm. not unless his really fucked himself in owen's hand. the idea of was interrupted by the sudden wet warmth of owen's tongue and all of percy's willpower melted away. knees nearly collapsed under his weight had he not been holding so tightly onto the rail for stability. a moan finally escaped his lips. "i want..." fuck. "i need you to fuck me over this rail, sir," he panted. no resisting now. he wanted this. needed owen. once he started, his depravity broke out like a flood. "like your property. i'm your cock whore and i want people to see that. to know who i belong to."

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Now this was what he wanted, that cocky hunk who no doubt had many patrons fancying him...begging for him, moaning at his touch and flushing like an adorable, submissive pet. Thanking him with his breathy tone, fuck he just wanted to just take him right then and there. Just collar him, tug the leash and fuck him stupid until all he could think about was Owen and the feeling of being taken by him.

"That right? You want to be fucked over the bench - back arched so everyone can see who owns you?" He questioned, a large smack against those cheeks before he crouched down and began to squeeze and massage those cheeks. Leaning down and running his tongue between those cheeks just to see what kind of noise he'd get out of him. "Go on then, beg for it. Be explicit, be loud - convince me you deserve to be claimed and owned and fucked like my property right here and now for all to see."

there was no way for percy to hide how much his body enjoyed this--the way owen stroked his cock and the dull lingering pain against his ass. unsure if people down below could see him against the rail. his cock hanging out and grasped in owen's hand under his control. he should hate this, be humiliated. and he was. but fuck if he wasn't so goddamn hard and turned on by this. "thank you, sir. e-eleven," the shaky words following immediately after the eleventh slap, his mind growing hazy with each stroke.

percy had done all of those things before, enjoyed it even, with other men. but the idea of having owen in his ass or in his mouth, it had his cock twitching and aching. he should have been embarrassed at the hope that maybe he'd get to do all of that at one point or another. "fucked over the rail," he admitted. "please. sir," he added begrudgingly as his face turned red, unable to believe this was what he wanted. he was already on full display for anyone who had thought to look up. "twelve." his words a grunt now as the smack came down harder than he expected. "thank you, sir."

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"What's this? Is someone getting turned on?" He taunted, slowly stroking the man's cock and giving it a squeeze. "I guess someone likes this doesn't it? All those eyes could look up at you and they'd know you belong to me, mine" He hummed and squeezed that ass roughly and bringing that hand down again for the tenth slap, following with another hard slap for number eleven rather quickly.

"What do you think you'd enjoy more, hm? Bent over here and getting fucked stupid for all to see or on your knees sucking my cock like the dirty little slut you are..." He trailed off, lowering his voice and saving Percy from a spanking until he answered. "Or perhaps you'd like to be back on the couch and bouncing on my cock like a well trained whore?" He hummed, another spank. "Answer boy and keep counting."

his breathing wavered, knuckles white with the tight grip against the rail. this wasn't so bad. it's what he needed to remind himself. but it was only just the beginning of this arrangement with owen. a few more smacks and percy could escape from the vip section back to the bar and finish his shift for the night. tomorrow's problems would come then. but percy was far too hopeful, not counting on owen's devious mind.

feeling the back of his pants yanked down and pooled around his knees, percy grunted with effort at the motion. fuck. he let slip a small groan, his cock twitch against the exposure of cool air. worse yet, his cock hardened to attention in owen's touch, his hips jutting forward just an inch in desire. he squeezed his eyes shut for a brief second, his breath hitched. percy forced himself to swallow hard in order to focus as a sharp slap came down on his ass. "thank you, sir." voice shaky now as the sting registered against his skin. "nine."

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"Mmm, that's it. Such a good boy...knew you could do it" He chuckled deeply, slowly moving his hand to rub over that ass and give it a good squeeze. Each spank coming down seemed to get Percy closer to getting a little breathy and less composed. Good. But he had a wicked thought to really get him there. Once the halfway point was over, he gripped the young man's pants and dragged them down and any underwear he might also have. Showing off that bare, beautiful ass for Owen to oggle.

"Mmm, should of known you'd have an ass as beautiful as that face" He praised before the hand came down against both cheeks, hard. Now the boy would really feel it. God he could get used to spanking this pretty boy most definitely. "Come on boy, keep counting for me" He instructed...before his free hand slowly reached between Percy's thighs to stroke and toy with his cock. A wolfish grin on his face, knowing he was being evil. After all the chances of him screwing up were higher if he was being played with.

"Keep going boy, unless you want to start over?"

heat of embarrassment flood through percy as owen continued to taunt him. he'd have to return to the bar sooner or later but to be branded and marked so obviously for every customer to see was humiliating. everyone would know who he belonged to. he felt shivers run through his body from each point of contact of owen's touch. hated the effect this had on him but couldn't deny his body's reaction to it, the tightness in his pants and the shortness of his breaths.

shit percy mentally cursed, distracted from the whirl of thoughts running through his head. he had been so preoccupied with what was happening and how this was going to ruin

affect his life. this time, however, he forced himself to focus. this time he was ready for the smack across his ass, the dull stinging that was cushioned by his pants. "one," he answered. "thank you, sir," he quickly added through gritted teeth, his eyes boring into the crowd to keep himself from looking back at owen. each smack rained down onto his ass and percy ensured he counted and thanked the man for each one. not once did he sound particularly grateful for it but by the halfway mark, it was hard to miss how breathy his own voice became.

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"Look at all those people down there - at any moment they could look up and what would they see? Their favourite bartender, bent over and getting spanked by his boss." He remarked so casually despite the smirk in his voice as his large hand travelled down the younger man's back slowly, as if mapping out his body and just playing with him. "See you get all teary eyed and babbling from the spanking, then see you tomorrow in a collar and they just know that you're owned by me" He teased and taunted the poor man, painting quite the picture indeed.

But then Percy went and forgot part of what he was supposed to do, earning a gentle tut from Owen. "Already forgetting your orders boy? I said to count and then thank me for them, so now we're starting from one again" He scolded, his free hand gripping that hair of his and giving it a good tug. "Time to add to the punishment a little since you already disobeyed me. Now when you thank me, you'll either call me Boss, Sir, Daddy or Master. Forget the title as well and we start again, now..." He trailed off before giving Percy his first official spank against both of those cheeks - one he made sure was harder. Each following spank would change in strength and timing, making sure the bartender never got used to a rythmn

skin prickled at owen's observation, one percy wanted to deny but couldn't. he had always acted out against any sign of authority, often rolling his eyes or acting against those interests. it made it all the more impossible for him to accept that deep down he wanted to be good, to be praised. except his body didn't agree. his body liked it when owen said those things, when owen squeezed percy's ass. he met his large grin with an indignant expression of his own.

with the sudden movement, percy barely had time to register how effortlessly owen lifted and maneuvered him like a puppet. within seconds, he was pressed against the railing that oversaw the club below as customers danced and drank the night away, oblivious to the events in the vip section above. his breath hitched at owen's words, his resolve and indignation weakened. not willing to risk getting into any more trouble for the night, percy slowly turned on his heels and grabbed a hold of the railing. he leaned forward, letting his back arch, and presented his ass to his boss.

he didn't acknowledge the terms before he felt the first smack across his cheeks. with a flinch, percy gripped the rail even tighter, knuckles turning white. "one," he responded promptly, not allowing owen a chance to get any further satisfaction of punishing percy.

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"Oh I'm sure you are that as well, a bastard...a brat...or at least that on the surface. But deep down you're nothing but a good boy who just needs someone to bring it out of him" He hummed lowly, squeezing his ass again and being so shameless about it, even with some of his men here watching and guarding the room. Owen had also noticed the boy's reaction to the taunting and already had a delicious way of using that against him. A wolfish grin filling his face as locked eyes with Percy.

"I always get as much as I want" He pointed out when Percy remarked about how he was gettng more than what had originally being offered to him. One large arm wrapped around Percy's waist and his large bicep flexed as he pulled himself to his feet and began to carry the boy across the room before setting him down next to the railing which overlooked the club from this VIP spot. "But don't you worry, I know just how to bring that good boy out..." He trailed off against his ear before giving that ass anothr swat.

"Face ahead, grab the rail and arch your back" He'd instuct, giving Percy the chance to do so himself - though if need be Owen would put him in that position himself. "Now, this is what we're going to do..." He trailed off, large hand sliding down Percy's back and moving lower and lower. "I'm going to give you fifteen spankings and with each strike you're going to count them and thank me for them. Forget a number or go too slowly and we start from one..." He hummed lowly as his hand moved to that beautiful ass.

"Understand, boy?" He'd ask before the first strike would come down on his ass hard.

percy hated to admit that the praise conjured up some satisfying feelings within him. back arched as he felt the squeeze against his ass followed by a sharp intake of breath from the stinging slap. he broke his gaze and his eyes squeezed shut as he struggled to remain unaffected. damn it. if he thought he liked the praise, something else tingled deliciously at the taunting.

"guess i'm learning a lot about myself tonight," he muttered through a gritted groan as another slap landed on his ass. hips rutted against the man, the friction causing warmth to spread through him, like a bitch in heat. "i've always been told i'm a bit of a bastard," he chuckled dryly as he considered the idea any label written out on this hypothetical collar. "honestly this all sounds like you're getting way more than i offered to repay my debt." he almost laughed at how easily percy was agreeing to things now. "i think by now, considering my history with you, i'm surprised you think i have the capacity to be a good boy." the last word lingered in the air for a second. it almost convinced percy to really fall in line and do everything exactly as owen requested.

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"Good boy" He chuckled at the louder confession, his large hand squeezing Percy's ass in the process and giving it a good slap. He seemed unphased by the little add on about this only being until his debt was repaid. Clearly Owen didn't think that would be the case at all. Humming loudly as Percy couldn't help but press his ass down onto his bulge in response to the teasing, his body clearly telling on him and how much he wanted all of this.

"Look at you, five minutes and you're already giving into this and loving it" He taunted and calling the young man out for how his ass grinded down on his trapped cock, making a point of rolling his hips again a little more aggressively, just to see what he'd do. "Oh you're welcome to try and run - if you enjoy the idea of being chased or hunted down, do you boy?" He smirked smugly as his hand came down that ass again. "The collar is so everyone knows who you belong to, that they don't dare touch or mess with what's spoken for" He hummed, wolfish grin on his lips. "If you're a very good boy, I might even let you have a say as to what your collar says..."

heat flooded his face as percy bit down on his lip, gaze dropping down away from owen's eyes. after all that hot air, percy found himself deflating now as the reality of the situation sunk in. he had dug his own grave and now needed to lie in it. if owen told the man to jump, percy would jump. if he told percy to sing and dance, he was his little performer. if he told percy to speak up, he'd have to project. "i belong... to you," he repeated more clearly, loudly. "until my debt is repaid." the last little detail seemed so minute at this point, like a far-off goal he might never achieve.

he hissed and sucked in a sharp breath as owen rolled his hips against percy. it only made him realize how tight his own pants were, his cock twitching at the tease and he couldn't stop his ass from pressing against owen's bulge. "if that's what you want," percy replied, doing his best to speak coolly and unbothered. the mental image of being publicly collared and leashed while tending to the bar was humiliating, and yet it left a noticeable breath hitch, another cock twitch, another restrained roll of his hips. "scared i'd run away before paying off my debt?" he asked with a scoff.

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"What was that?" He retorted when he heard the quiet murmur, not letting Percy off with just that. The brat wanted to be mouthy all this time and now wanted to get all shy on him? Not on his watch. "Did you boys hear him?" Owen casually asked his men keeping watch, partly to embarass and tease Percy a little more. His free hand coming down on that ass hard, smacking it enough to maybe get some noise out of him.

"Again, louder this time. So everyone in this room can hear, if not people outside of it" He instructed and made a point of rolling his hips up, so Percy could feel that large bulge pressing against his ass. He wanted Percy to get used to this feeling, after all he was fairly certain the boy was going to be his a lot longer than the pretty boy might realize. "Maybe I'll have to get you a collar you wear to work, so you and nobody else forgets, how does that sound boy?"

percy wasn't foolish enough to think that being under owen's thumb came with any guarantee of personal or financial safety. the goal right now tonight was to get out of this unscathed and figure out the rest of this shit in the future. being pimped out wasn't the worst idea--granted, he came up with it--but having to ask to do that... percy was sure owen only asked for that just so percy could feel the shameful reminder that he got caught red-handed. did he expect people to toss cash in percy's face after they came? then again, percy figured he probably wouldn't be allowed to handle any more cash for owen, at least not for the foreseeable future.

but thoughts about those logistics were dashed away as he swallowed hard. there was no good reason why percy felt aroused by the hand on his throat as he straddled this man. or by the prospect of getting thoroughly fucked by him, no matter how farfetched that might be. and he certainly shouldn't be entertaining the idea of being owned by this dangerous man either. and yet none of that stopped the rush of adrenaline and undeniable excitement that coursed through him.

"you." words were a quiet murmur under his breath as though he were almost ashamed for owen's security to hear percy openly admit that. "i belong to you."

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Owen knew the idea of all of this probably seemed insane to the young bartender, particuarly considering he was the kind of guy that indulged in risk like stealing from his boss or having affairs with married men in the middle of work - that's what made it a punishment though and...made it rather fun for Owen. A wolfish grin filling his lips as he heard that groan at the squeeze to his throat, knowing that despite any protests it seemed the young man was enjoying this quite a bit.

"Is that right? You adapting quickly to the idea of being owned?" He questioned, raised brow and moving his other hand to Percy's ass and giving it a good squeeze. "Go on then boy, say it." He instructed with a smug look on his face. "Tell me who you belong to" He instructed - clearly wanting to hear him say it out loud. "Who knows, maybe by the end of this punishment you won't want it to end...and this will be just how things are for you. Coming to me to beg sweetly even for another man to touch what I own."

percy couldn't believe the restrictions owen placed on him; the idea of asking for permission to even kiss, let alone touch, someone seemed absurd to him. he lived his life free of worries without giving a shit of consequences, or at least he tried to until all his troubles came back to bite him in the ass. so, he didn't make any remarks on it. instead, he sucked in a sharp breath as the hand around his neck gave a subtle squeeze, enough to illicit a stifled groan through gritted teeth.

"i think at this point..." he began as he adjusted himself, grinding his hips closer against owen's crotch. eyes dashed briefly towards security who instantly stiffened on guard at percy's sudden movement. he rolled his eyes; he was hardly in a position to try anything threatening. "... i'm quickly getting used to the idea of it." turning his gaze back towards owen, he cocked his head to one side as he leaned forward just an inch. "i aim to please, especially my boss. and i don't half-ass things like pleasure."

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"Fuck, kiss, touch - while you're in this club - I decide it all until what you've taken is paid for. You belong to me" He stated, the smirk still on his lips but the authority in his tone and eyes were unmistakable. But then again maybe the brat of a bartender would like that, he didn't seem to be minding being in Owen's lap and the older man couldn't help but squeeze that throat just a little, feeling that pulse beneath his fingers as he pulled the other a little closer, so the space between them was oh so limited.

"If I wanted to - or deny you the chance of pleasure" He hummed, before his smirk grew. "Or maybe have you for myself instead, is that what you want to know boy?" He retorted, chuckling deeply as his hand moved from his throat to grip his hair a little and give it a good tug. "You like the idea of belonging to your boss? I'm starting to think you do..." He chuckled.

for a second, percy wasn't sure if this reckless suggestion of his was going to work. owen could be mocking him for even making such a desperate offer. stomach twisted with uncertainty; if this didn't work out, percy was out of luck.

but as he was hoisted up back onto his feet and then settled onto owen's lap, legs spread wide. percy couldn't hide the surprise in his face. surprise at both the sudden closeness and heat, and at the compromise offered. "so i have to beg you if i wanted to fuck someone," he repeated slowly and incredulously, making sure he understood the bargain. any remaining bit of self-preservation had to be tossed in the bin if it came to that. like a child asking an adult for permission to play with toys. in this case, for percy to be played with.

his heartbeat quickened as owen's hand wrapped around percy's throat. head angled away while he kept his eyes locked onto the man's. he swallowed hard and gave a small nod. given the amount he had taken, percy calculated that he'd be doing this for a while. "so you could, what, watch or something?" another cheeky quip escaped before he could prevent it, regret instantly flooding his face.

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Now wasn't this a turn of events?

Owen couldn't help the deep laugh that rumbled out of his chest at the young man's sudden change of tone and idea. The balls on this guy was impresisve, one day it likely lead him somewhere terrible but for the moment...well, Owen was enjoying it. "So you'd rather pimp yourself out then go a month without a paycheck? If I didn't know any better I'd say this is just an excuse to try your true calling" He taunted before he sat back down, large thighs spread and leaning back in his leather couch.

He gave a nod to one of his men who grabbed Percy and hoisted him to his feet. But what came next might be a surprise, instead of dragging him off or roughing him up, he pulled the young man on the couch and set him right on Owen's lap - so the bartneder was straddling him and facing the crime lord. One large hand moving to grip the young man's chin, thumb brushing against his jawline.

"You get to keep your paycheck, but until you pay it off...you work for me as a rent boy, where you can sleep with some of our wealthier or financially reckless patrons" He remarked, his eyes locked on him. "But only with my permission, you want to sleep with one of them - you come to me and ask like a good boy..." He trailed his hand down to gently wrap around his throat. "How does that sound?"

percy bit down on his tongue to physically suppress himself from saying anything else that might get him into more trouble. to a rational person, not getting a paycheck at all this month was probably the kindest punishment owen could dish out, but percy had bills to pay and shit to do. panic began to rise as the reality of the situation was setting in.

"look! you've got, what, dozens of bartenders, but none of them are me." not a great immediate start for his pitch, but he continued. "i'm good at what i do, enough so that people keep returning." expression grew desperate despite his efforts to remain calm. "and..." he swallowed, hoping this next suggestion might get him out of the brunt of owen's wrath. "i keep customers happy. if you know what i mean. and that--" he tilted his head up now, hoping this might be something of a saving grace for him. "that is something you could charge for. to... to pay off the shit i took." it was a suggestion, an offer, that percy did not make lightly.

"let me prove myself."

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Owen had to admire just how mouthy the young man was, most people were scared shitless talking to the man. His reputation and power making him a force to be reckoneded with. Yet it didn't seem to stop this pretty face from being a brat, something that could earn him quite a dire fate. But still, Owen found himself enjoying it in this moment - even the crass and vulgar remark about his mouth had the older man smirking a little.

"You're not getting paid this month, regardless - that much was a given" He retorted - dismissing the idea that this would even come close to a punishment for his crimes. "You show up late to the job of my club, you mess around with VIP's and you steal from me. I wonder when all those clever words are gone and you can't think of any comebacks...what else will you have left to defend yourself?" He remarked as he slowly rose to his feet. All six foot four inches of him looming over the young man, his men holding him in place and making sure he was kept in place.

"Now, try again boy. Make me believe you deserve mercy."

percy grunted as security didn't take lightly to his smart mouth, quickly forcing him down onto his knees. "yea well i can do a lot with this mouth," he instinctively snapped back again, words once more causing the rough hands on him yank his head up higher towards owen. swallowing thickly, he made a quick count of the people around him--too many to simply outrun. plus, even if he did try something so reckless, percy figured he couldn't underestimate that owen and his resources would easily hunt done percy. if he 'fessed up now, maybe he'd get some leniency.

"fine. fine!" trying again to shrug off the hands on his body, causing percy to fall forward towards the formidable man. his gaze trailed up his large thighs lingering at his center before moving up to meet his gaze. "it was only a couple of bottles," percy began. "not even any of the expensive high-end shit. just... just dock it from my pay or something." a pitiful excuse that hardly justified stealing. "and those people came onto me." his pride prickled as percy couldn't resist a snide smirk. "can't help it if i'm a better lay than their spouses. and it keeps them coming back to the clubs anyways."

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Being a popular bartender could earn you some grace, such as showing up late or less than a fully cleared mind. But no matter how much money you might get patrons to spend, it couldn't save you from everything. Owen didn't seem to react at all by Percy's antics as he was brought in, just taking another swip of his scotch and leaning back in his leather couch, large thighs spread before setting his glass down. An amused little chuckle passed his lips at the mouthing off, not even looking at Percy as he began to slowly unbutton his cuffs and roll up his sleeves a little.

His men, however, did react to the mouthing off by grabbing him by the hair and forcing him down on his knees, head tilted back so he had to look up at Owen. "Clever mouth it seems, but you might want to think of a different approach. Unless you plan to lie right to my face?" He questioned, voice deep and rumbling as his eyes finally looked down at Percy kneeling before him. "Whether it's fucking the spouses of important clients or pinching from storage - you've done enough to be brought here before me." He said, slowly finishing his scotch before setting the empty glass down.

"So, shall we try this again? Unless you're adamant on learning the lesson of those who lie to my face" He remarked, gazing down at Percy.

was percy a great bartender? definitely if you asked any number of patrons he served. a wink here, a cocky smile there, and a bit of flirting went a long way in appeasing entitled customers who get grumpy after waiting just a millisecond too long for their drinks. plus, it meant percy got away with a lot of tips, both monetary and sometimes sexual. however, was he a great employee? not necessarily. sometimes showing up late to a shift, or even high or hungover meant he incorrectly mixed some of the most basic cocktails on the menu. worst of all, sometimes he had sticky fingers. he figured a bar this well-stocked would never notice a missing handle here or there. percy wasn't stupid, of course. he'd never steal something expensive; only the things that the bar occasionally overstocked. he figured his boss would be none the wiser for it.

or so he thought. "hey what the f-!" percy grunted as security pulled him from behind the bar and brought him to owen. this was probably his second or third time ever seeing this man, a commendable figure percy knew never to directly cross. again, not entirely stupid, but his smart mouth got the better of him. shrugging off the hands on him, percy straightened out his clothes and shrugged, acting almost offended at being pulled away from his job. "i don't know, man. sir. you tell me." innocent until proven guilty, right?