283: Crossover fic of Porn
Title: Caught
Fandom: Tron/Scarecrow & Mrs. King
Pairing: Edward Dillinger Jr./Lee “Scarecrow” Stetson
Warnings: NC-17 and a crack crossover with forced sex (turns into consensual)
Disclaimer: For fun and enabling Yana. Again, unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine and I apologize. XD Also Lee is totally OOC. And finally this is long. XD
Edward Dillinger Jr. was slumped forward in the chair he was hand cuffed to. His breath came in uneven, heavily labored pants. His hair, slightly damp, hung down in front of his face though it also stuck to the back of his neck. He could feel beads of sweet rolling down the side of his cheek, along the curve of his neck and down his exposed chest.
Silence loomed in the air like a tangible thing and the cuffed man could almost feel it weighing him down. He took a few more shaky breathes, trying to calm himself. “I-I already told you. I don’t know… Wh-what you’re talking about.”
The computer programmer tensed, jerking slightly when his glasses were removed. His vision was blurred, but even without the spectacles he could tell the older man was pleased with his reaction. “This is kidnapping!” Dillinger snapped, finding some of that arrogant spite he’d started off with.
“No,” came the calm, low toned response. The blurred figure stepped forward and raised Dillinger’s chin so they were making eye contact. This close Edward didn’t need his glasses to make out the piercing blue eyes at greeted him. “This is an interrogation.”
“For what?!” Dillinger Jr. demanded. “I’ve done nothing wrong!”
The man stepped away, picking up a blue file folder, setting the younger man’s glasses aside. He opened the file and read aloud what it said. “January 12th, 2006, First City National bank’s headquarters. System hacked. No funds stolen. Virus disabled normal business operations for a 48 hour duration. July 22nd, 2009; patented streaming software released via underground website after company was hacked. This one is my favorite. September 2nd, 2010 several web browsing servers crash after the largest multi-hacking in history.”
“You can’t prove anything.” Ah, there was the overconfident attitude he’d expected.
The man leaned down, so he was right by Edward’s ear as he whispered, “And now I know I have the right man.”
Dillinger Jr.’s face flushed red with slight embarrassment and slight anger. He pressed his lips together, narrowing his own blue eyes. The blurred figure smiled as he straightened. “Done talking? Well… Let’s see what we can do about that.”
The captive man did his best to keep the other in his blurred line of sight as he moved around to the back of the chair. His unbuttoned dress shirt was pulled off his shoulders, pushed down as far as his cuffed wrists. Dillinger’s breath hitched and he struggled anew to try and escape his bonds.
“Easy there, kiddo. You’ll hurt yourself.” The tone was mocking and it got under the younger man’s skin.
“Who are you?!” Edward Jr. demanded.
“Scarecrow,” he was answered.
Scarecrow moved back around Dillinger, looking him over with a critical eye. He knew this one couldn’t be intimidated by normal means to get a confession. No, he’d have to get creative. As he looked the programmer over he took in the way the man’s breathing was irregular, but in a way that had nothing to do with struggling against bonds. His eyes traveled a little lower, to his captive’s crotch. Bingo.
Scarecrow stood before the restrained Dillinger. He unceremoniously reached out and grabbed a fist full of the kid’s hair and yanked it backward, forcing Dillinger’s head back. The programmer let out a startled yelp, which died down to a slight whimper before he clamped his mouth shut once more. It confirmed what Scarecrow had suspected regardless.
“Did you hack into the First National City bank in January of 2006?” He waited a moment. When Dillinger made no attempt to answer Scarecrow tightened the hold in his hair and slapped the kid across the cheek. Edward Jr. squeezed his eyes shut tight, taking a deep inhale of breath. However he didn’t yelp in pain. Quite the opposite. He was trying to suppress a sound of enjoyment.
“Did you release stolen software via an underground website in July, 2009?” Still no answer. Scarecrow released the man’s hair and stepped back, unbuckling his belt, sliding it from his belt loops.
Dillinger Jr. allowed his eyes to open, curious by the soft rustling of fabric. He visibly shook when he realized what was going on. “What are you…? AH!” He jerked in his chair when the sting of leather made sharp contact with his bare stomach.
“Answer the questions,” Scarecrow said evenly.
“I don’t…” Another snap, another yell.
“Answer the questions,” Scarecrow repeated. “Truthfully.”
“I didn’t…” Dillinger prepared himself for another lash of the belt, gasping when it was a slap to his face. Before he could recover from the slap another fell, this time to his inner thigh. Edward jerked, moving to close his legs. He wasn’t fast enough though. He felt the heat of Scarecrow’s palm against his stinging flesh, keeping his legs apart.
“Wh…!” His question was cut off as he felt himself roughly fondled through the thin material of his underwear. Involuntarily Edward Jr. lifted his hips, trying to follow the touch as Scarecrow released his hold.
“You like to be dominated.” It wasn’t a question. The programmer swallowed, his breath short and ragged. “Answer the questions truthfully and I’ll give you a reward. Answer dishonestly and you’ll be punished. Understand?”
Dillinger averted his eyes, feeling the heat of his reddening skin. This was beyond humiliating for the prideful programmer. His chin was gripped and jerked up, causing him to cringe. “Understand?” Scarecrow repeated. Mutely the younger man nodded.
“Good.” Scarecrow released his chin. “Did you hack into…?”
“No,” Edward ground out.
Scarecrow shook his head. The programmer certainly wasn’t making this easy on himself. He rolled his shoulders and knelt down sliding his hands down Dillinger’s exposed abdomen. The gentle touch was a shock to his system after the harsh lashing of the belt and slaps to the face. The kid was built similar to himself, slender, but not skinny, but also not overly defined. His felt the stomach muscles contract and tighten up before relaxing once more.
Dillinger knew he was being watched like a damn hawk. He could feel Scarecrow’s unwavering gaze. He pressed all his weight down onto the chair when he felt fingers slide towards his hips, to the tops of his underwear. Oh fuck no. It didn’t matter what he did however as this Scarecrow was a determined sort of man and a hard twist to his left nipple had Edward Jr. twisting in pain while gasping in pleasure.
When he twisted to both get away and get more of the touch Scarecrow gave a hard yank and Dillinger’s underwear were on the floor by his discarded pants. The heat spread and he did his best to close his legs, obscure the fact he’d become erect, though Scarecrow knew already.
Scarecrow wondered why the hacker even attempted. He obviously wasn’t stupid, yet he still tried for modesty. A hard pinch to his inner thigh was surprisingly all it took to draw another yelp out of the man and get him to open his legs enough for Scarecrow to pry his legs apart once more. The kid had a momentary lapse in judgment and attempted to kick the agent away from him.
Scarecrow brought his arm up in time to block the kick. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance and roughly handled the man’s privates. There was a strangled hiss of pained pleasure, the chair slipping back an inch as the young man jerked. His breath was heavier now and his head hung down once more. “Behave,” Scarecrow warned, not yet releasing his hold. By the set of Edward’s jaw he knew the kid would only remain still so long.
The agent picked up his discarded belt and wrapped it around the programmer’s right ankle and the chair leg. “No!” Dillinger shrieked, trying once more to kick Scarecrow away from him with his free leg. The older man groaned as a few of the panicked attempts actually landed on him. When the right ankle was secure he grabbed the left and planted it heavily on the floor, glad when it sent a jolt of pain up Edward’s body. He located the programmer’s belt and restrained his other leg as he had the first.
The older man straightened himself and rubbed his shoulder, where one of Dillinger’s frantic kicks had landed. He stepped up once more, watching the way Edward backed up as far as the chair would allow. Good, he was nervous or anxious, probably both. Scarecrow took a fistful of the programmer’s hair again and forced him to look up at him. “By the end of this you’ll tell me everything I want to know.”
He released the other’s hair, letting his fingers ghost over his heaving chest, his quaking stomach. His fingers didn’t stop until he was between Edward’s legs, having purposely avoided touching him thus far. Scarecrow wondered now if the struggle to avoid being completely bound was just an act. The kid was still hard after the seeming panic and his skin was still flushed a red tint from embarrassed excitement.
Scarecrow allowed his fingers to brush close to Dillinger’s arousal. There was an answering twitch of need as his fingers drew so close, but not quite there. He watched as the kid bit the inside of his lip, his toes curling in his socks. “Go to hell…” the programmer panted out.
Unphased by the little quip, Scarecrow proceeded, finally letting his fingers graze Dillinger’s proud erection. The young man hissed out and twisted, his head lulling to the side. His toes curled tighter and he tried to fight the urge to move his hips into that touch. Scarecrow obliged the silent plea, fingers encircling the head and rubbing, firmly. Edward Jr. chocked out a moan, clenching and unclenching his fists.
The agent continued to firmly stroke Dillinger Jr., working his way down from the head, tracing a vein down the length and then circling around and back up, tightening his hold, then back down once again. Scarecrow learned quickly that the underside was more sensitive and concentrated his efforts there for a while. The hacker tried to resist the pleasurable feelings. He bit his lip, leaned his head back, gripped the back of the chair, everything in his power to try and ignore what was happening.
It was all in vain as even though he swallowed his moans, his hips lifted up, rocked slightly into the fist that was working him over. His panting breath was growing shorter, his body covered in a telling thin sheen of sweat, and he was producing precum, which Scarecrow was smearing over his erection. “S-stop…” Dillinger managed to gasp out.
“Did you hack into the First National City bank headquarters…?”
“N-n…Ahhh!” Edward began to answer though a firm squeeze and brush along the sensitive underside of his erection had him literally squirming in his chair. Scarecrow stroked a couple times for good measure before stopping and simply holding Dillinger’s pulsing erection.
The programmer let out a frustrated groan and tried to get a little friction. For his trouble the agent loosened his hold. “God…damnit.” He attempted to maneuver himself, needing something, well past the point of fanning disinterest in what was happening to him. When Scarecrow released his hand and moved back Edward Jr. was surprised to hear himself. “No!”
“No?” There was another melodic chuckle, so inappropriate to the situation it made the programmer shudder. “Mr. Dillinger I explained how this would work. Answer truthfully and…”
“Yes! For Christ’s sake, yes! Alright?! I hacked the damn bank’s network!” The man spat out.
He found that the reward had been worth the humiliation, had been worth the admittance of guilt. Not only did Scarecrow step back and wrap his fingers around his throbbing need, but the slow teasing strokes weren’t so irregular. Dillinger Jr. squeezed his eyes shut, letting soft pants and moans pass freely now. The younger man flexed his fingers, wishing his legs weren’t restrained as he tried to move them, though he let them fall open just slightly more.
He was panting now, his chest heaving, and head rolling back as he felt the familiar tingly begin in the pit of his stomach. And then, just like that, it all stopped. So suddenly that stole away Dillinger’s breath for a moment. He opened his eyes and looked to Scarecrow. “No, what are you doing?! Why did you stop?”
“Onto the matter of the patented software,” Scarecrow began.
“Yes. I hacked it. I put it on the damn web,” Edward admitted before the man could finish the question. He’d been getting close and he wanted that hand back on him before the edge was taken off.
Scarecrow went and picked up his file folder, reading over something. He purposely waited, seeming to confirm before he returned and forced the programmer’s mouth open. Dillinger tried to pull away until he was slapped for it. Scarecrow’s fingers slid into his mouth. “Suck,” was the only thing the older man said. Edward didn’t understand what was happening. He’d answered the question and according to the rules he should have been rewarded.
Satisfied, Scarecrow removed his fingers after a couple of minutes. All confusion as to why he’d been made to do such a task was eliminated the moment he felt slick fingers between his legs. “Fuck, no.” He tried to close his legs again, but that didn’t stop the man.
“Hey, hey. Calm down, kiddo. Relax or this is going to hurt,” Scarecrow said, putting his other hand on Edward’s chest, actually trying to soothe him somewhat.
“Don’t do this…” The programmer pleaded softly.
“You earned this reward,” the agent assured Edward.
“I don’t wa… Argh, Christ!” The younger man cried out at the first sting and burn of the penetrating digit. He lift his body up, trying to get away as Scarecrow proceeded deeper. It hurt, sensitive skin stretching beyond normal capacity.
“Relax,” Scarecrow said again more firmly. He pushed against Dillinger’s stomach, easing the man to sit back down. He didn’t, refusing to listen, refusing to relax, indeed refusing once again to make things easy.
“Take it out!” Edward Jr. screamed thrashing a little more, causing his own discomfort. He could feel the sting of tears behind his tightly closed eyes. Scarecrow did not remove his finger. He didn’t proceed further in either, which Edward could take as a small comfort.
The initial pain and shock had killed the man’s arousal, his body too tense with pain to entertain such a notion. He shook with a shallow exhale of breath. He felt Scarecrow’s hand upon his thigh, massaging gently, forcing him to relax his leg. He groaned as the relaxation did loosen him, if only slightly, making his discomfort less.
“Easy does it.” Scarecrow’s voice had a soothing tone as he continued to rub his hand over his body, helping him to relax and accept what was happening. The pain that had filled him at first was gone, faded to a dull uncomfortable sensation. The grip he’d had of the chair relaxed as he slowly grew accustomed to the finger inside him. “There you go,” Scarecrow spoke once Dillinger’s breathing had evened out.
“Please… I don’t want this,” the programmer said opening his eyes and looking towards Scarecrow.
His back arched and his head fell back once more when he felt now familiar fingers take his length and begin to stroke it back to hardness. When he rocked forward a whimpered pain, pleasure moan escaped his lips. The action caused the digit to slide in further, and it hurt, but it was strangely thrilling. Tentatively he rocked forward again. The pain was still there, but dull, and the electric pleasure that shot up his spine was unexpected.
“Still don’t want it?” Scarecrow asked, the mocking tone back in his voice. If Dillinger’s renewed erection was any indication the answer was no. The programmer didn’t dignify the question with an audible response. However the answer roll of his hips said everything.
Edward Jr. had never felt like such a slut in his whole life. But then again no one had ever done this to him before. And in his defense, small as it was, it had been a little while. Scarecrow… He knew what he was doing it was like he was playing Dillinger’s body like a fine tuned instrument.
With all resistance gone in what had to be record time, Scarecrow knew it was only a matter of listing off the events in his folder. So he began. With each date he slipped the finger deeper inside Dillinger, with each victim named his thumb pressed against the sensitive underside of the head as his fingers gave the programmer a firm squeeze.
“Yes!” Dillinger screamed each time before the agent could actually finish until the word was a mantra, the younger man arching his back as much as he physically could. He was covered in sweat and his voice was ragged, his breathing hot and heavily pants. “Yes, yes, yes! God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” He rocked his hips between Scarecrow’s hands, the older man hardly having to do any work anymore.
Scarecrow didn’t need to be told that the kid was about to reach his peak. He’d gone with enough orgasms of his own to know the signs. He had his confession, Dillinger Jr. had admitted to every charge against him. As promised he’d be rewarded. His fingers flew over his erection, and a second finger was added with the first. After only a few thrusts of his fingers and additional hard strokes of his hardon the programmer threw his head back and came harder than he could ever recall in his life.
The orgasm tore threw him, making him jerk and convulse from the force of it. Scarecrow continued to stroke him through it, though he eased his fingers out. The programmer finally slumped against the chair, a limp mess of sweaty limbs and a stomach coated in his own release. Fingers brushed through his hair, pushing it back from his face.
“Kiddo,” Scarecrow beckoned. Edward's eyelids felt much too heavy, but all the same he tried to open them, managing just too. He tiredly looked at Scarecrow. “You’ve got two options. First is I take your confession and turn it into my superiors…” There was a moment of silence while the agent let his words hang in the air to be sure Edward Dillinger Jr. understood them through his sexual haze.
“The…second?” Edward asked after a while.
“Answer your phone when I call.”
“I’ll answer.” Edward Dillinger Jr. replied before letting his eyes slip closed and exhaustion overtake him.
Fandom: Tron/Scarecrow & Mrs. King
Pairing: Edward Dillinger Jr./Lee “Scarecrow” Stetson
Warnings: NC-17 and a crack crossover with forced sex (turns into consensual)
Disclaimer: For fun and enabling Yana. Again, unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine and I apologize. XD Also Lee is totally OOC. And finally this is long. XD
Edward Dillinger Jr. was slumped forward in the chair he was hand cuffed to. His breath came in uneven, heavily labored pants. His hair, slightly damp, hung down in front of his face though it also stuck to the back of his neck. He could feel beads of sweet rolling down the side of his cheek, along the curve of his neck and down his exposed chest.
Silence loomed in the air like a tangible thing and the cuffed man could almost feel it weighing him down. He took a few more shaky breathes, trying to calm himself. “I-I already told you. I don’t know… Wh-what you’re talking about.”
The computer programmer tensed, jerking slightly when his glasses were removed. His vision was blurred, but even without the spectacles he could tell the older man was pleased with his reaction. “This is kidnapping!” Dillinger snapped, finding some of that arrogant spite he’d started off with.
“No,” came the calm, low toned response. The blurred figure stepped forward and raised Dillinger’s chin so they were making eye contact. This close Edward didn’t need his glasses to make out the piercing blue eyes at greeted him. “This is an interrogation.”
“For what?!” Dillinger Jr. demanded. “I’ve done nothing wrong!”
The man stepped away, picking up a blue file folder, setting the younger man’s glasses aside. He opened the file and read aloud what it said. “January 12th, 2006, First City National bank’s headquarters. System hacked. No funds stolen. Virus disabled normal business operations for a 48 hour duration. July 22nd, 2009; patented streaming software released via underground website after company was hacked. This one is my favorite. September 2nd, 2010 several web browsing servers crash after the largest multi-hacking in history.”
“You can’t prove anything.” Ah, there was the overconfident attitude he’d expected.
The man leaned down, so he was right by Edward’s ear as he whispered, “And now I know I have the right man.”
Dillinger Jr.’s face flushed red with slight embarrassment and slight anger. He pressed his lips together, narrowing his own blue eyes. The blurred figure smiled as he straightened. “Done talking? Well… Let’s see what we can do about that.”
The captive man did his best to keep the other in his blurred line of sight as he moved around to the back of the chair. His unbuttoned dress shirt was pulled off his shoulders, pushed down as far as his cuffed wrists. Dillinger’s breath hitched and he struggled anew to try and escape his bonds.
“Easy there, kiddo. You’ll hurt yourself.” The tone was mocking and it got under the younger man’s skin.
“Who are you?!” Edward Jr. demanded.
“Scarecrow,” he was answered.
Scarecrow moved back around Dillinger, looking him over with a critical eye. He knew this one couldn’t be intimidated by normal means to get a confession. No, he’d have to get creative. As he looked the programmer over he took in the way the man’s breathing was irregular, but in a way that had nothing to do with struggling against bonds. His eyes traveled a little lower, to his captive’s crotch. Bingo.
Scarecrow stood before the restrained Dillinger. He unceremoniously reached out and grabbed a fist full of the kid’s hair and yanked it backward, forcing Dillinger’s head back. The programmer let out a startled yelp, which died down to a slight whimper before he clamped his mouth shut once more. It confirmed what Scarecrow had suspected regardless.
“Did you hack into the First National City bank in January of 2006?” He waited a moment. When Dillinger made no attempt to answer Scarecrow tightened the hold in his hair and slapped the kid across the cheek. Edward Jr. squeezed his eyes shut tight, taking a deep inhale of breath. However he didn’t yelp in pain. Quite the opposite. He was trying to suppress a sound of enjoyment.
“Did you release stolen software via an underground website in July, 2009?” Still no answer. Scarecrow released the man’s hair and stepped back, unbuckling his belt, sliding it from his belt loops.
Dillinger Jr. allowed his eyes to open, curious by the soft rustling of fabric. He visibly shook when he realized what was going on. “What are you…? AH!” He jerked in his chair when the sting of leather made sharp contact with his bare stomach.
“Answer the questions,” Scarecrow said evenly.
“I don’t…” Another snap, another yell.
“Answer the questions,” Scarecrow repeated. “Truthfully.”
“I didn’t…” Dillinger prepared himself for another lash of the belt, gasping when it was a slap to his face. Before he could recover from the slap another fell, this time to his inner thigh. Edward jerked, moving to close his legs. He wasn’t fast enough though. He felt the heat of Scarecrow’s palm against his stinging flesh, keeping his legs apart.
“Wh…!” His question was cut off as he felt himself roughly fondled through the thin material of his underwear. Involuntarily Edward Jr. lifted his hips, trying to follow the touch as Scarecrow released his hold.
“You like to be dominated.” It wasn’t a question. The programmer swallowed, his breath short and ragged. “Answer the questions truthfully and I’ll give you a reward. Answer dishonestly and you’ll be punished. Understand?”
Dillinger averted his eyes, feeling the heat of his reddening skin. This was beyond humiliating for the prideful programmer. His chin was gripped and jerked up, causing him to cringe. “Understand?” Scarecrow repeated. Mutely the younger man nodded.
“Good.” Scarecrow released his chin. “Did you hack into…?”
“No,” Edward ground out.
Scarecrow shook his head. The programmer certainly wasn’t making this easy on himself. He rolled his shoulders and knelt down sliding his hands down Dillinger’s exposed abdomen. The gentle touch was a shock to his system after the harsh lashing of the belt and slaps to the face. The kid was built similar to himself, slender, but not skinny, but also not overly defined. His felt the stomach muscles contract and tighten up before relaxing once more.
Dillinger knew he was being watched like a damn hawk. He could feel Scarecrow’s unwavering gaze. He pressed all his weight down onto the chair when he felt fingers slide towards his hips, to the tops of his underwear. Oh fuck no. It didn’t matter what he did however as this Scarecrow was a determined sort of man and a hard twist to his left nipple had Edward Jr. twisting in pain while gasping in pleasure.
When he twisted to both get away and get more of the touch Scarecrow gave a hard yank and Dillinger’s underwear were on the floor by his discarded pants. The heat spread and he did his best to close his legs, obscure the fact he’d become erect, though Scarecrow knew already.
Scarecrow wondered why the hacker even attempted. He obviously wasn’t stupid, yet he still tried for modesty. A hard pinch to his inner thigh was surprisingly all it took to draw another yelp out of the man and get him to open his legs enough for Scarecrow to pry his legs apart once more. The kid had a momentary lapse in judgment and attempted to kick the agent away from him.
Scarecrow brought his arm up in time to block the kick. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance and roughly handled the man’s privates. There was a strangled hiss of pained pleasure, the chair slipping back an inch as the young man jerked. His breath was heavier now and his head hung down once more. “Behave,” Scarecrow warned, not yet releasing his hold. By the set of Edward’s jaw he knew the kid would only remain still so long.
The agent picked up his discarded belt and wrapped it around the programmer’s right ankle and the chair leg. “No!” Dillinger shrieked, trying once more to kick Scarecrow away from him with his free leg. The older man groaned as a few of the panicked attempts actually landed on him. When the right ankle was secure he grabbed the left and planted it heavily on the floor, glad when it sent a jolt of pain up Edward’s body. He located the programmer’s belt and restrained his other leg as he had the first.
The older man straightened himself and rubbed his shoulder, where one of Dillinger’s frantic kicks had landed. He stepped up once more, watching the way Edward backed up as far as the chair would allow. Good, he was nervous or anxious, probably both. Scarecrow took a fistful of the programmer’s hair again and forced him to look up at him. “By the end of this you’ll tell me everything I want to know.”
He released the other’s hair, letting his fingers ghost over his heaving chest, his quaking stomach. His fingers didn’t stop until he was between Edward’s legs, having purposely avoided touching him thus far. Scarecrow wondered now if the struggle to avoid being completely bound was just an act. The kid was still hard after the seeming panic and his skin was still flushed a red tint from embarrassed excitement.
Scarecrow allowed his fingers to brush close to Dillinger’s arousal. There was an answering twitch of need as his fingers drew so close, but not quite there. He watched as the kid bit the inside of his lip, his toes curling in his socks. “Go to hell…” the programmer panted out.
Unphased by the little quip, Scarecrow proceeded, finally letting his fingers graze Dillinger’s proud erection. The young man hissed out and twisted, his head lulling to the side. His toes curled tighter and he tried to fight the urge to move his hips into that touch. Scarecrow obliged the silent plea, fingers encircling the head and rubbing, firmly. Edward Jr. chocked out a moan, clenching and unclenching his fists.
The agent continued to firmly stroke Dillinger Jr., working his way down from the head, tracing a vein down the length and then circling around and back up, tightening his hold, then back down once again. Scarecrow learned quickly that the underside was more sensitive and concentrated his efforts there for a while. The hacker tried to resist the pleasurable feelings. He bit his lip, leaned his head back, gripped the back of the chair, everything in his power to try and ignore what was happening.
It was all in vain as even though he swallowed his moans, his hips lifted up, rocked slightly into the fist that was working him over. His panting breath was growing shorter, his body covered in a telling thin sheen of sweat, and he was producing precum, which Scarecrow was smearing over his erection. “S-stop…” Dillinger managed to gasp out.
“Did you hack into the First National City bank headquarters…?”
“N-n…Ahhh!” Edward began to answer though a firm squeeze and brush along the sensitive underside of his erection had him literally squirming in his chair. Scarecrow stroked a couple times for good measure before stopping and simply holding Dillinger’s pulsing erection.
The programmer let out a frustrated groan and tried to get a little friction. For his trouble the agent loosened his hold. “God…damnit.” He attempted to maneuver himself, needing something, well past the point of fanning disinterest in what was happening to him. When Scarecrow released his hand and moved back Edward Jr. was surprised to hear himself. “No!”
“No?” There was another melodic chuckle, so inappropriate to the situation it made the programmer shudder. “Mr. Dillinger I explained how this would work. Answer truthfully and…”
“Yes! For Christ’s sake, yes! Alright?! I hacked the damn bank’s network!” The man spat out.
He found that the reward had been worth the humiliation, had been worth the admittance of guilt. Not only did Scarecrow step back and wrap his fingers around his throbbing need, but the slow teasing strokes weren’t so irregular. Dillinger Jr. squeezed his eyes shut, letting soft pants and moans pass freely now. The younger man flexed his fingers, wishing his legs weren’t restrained as he tried to move them, though he let them fall open just slightly more.
He was panting now, his chest heaving, and head rolling back as he felt the familiar tingly begin in the pit of his stomach. And then, just like that, it all stopped. So suddenly that stole away Dillinger’s breath for a moment. He opened his eyes and looked to Scarecrow. “No, what are you doing?! Why did you stop?”
“Onto the matter of the patented software,” Scarecrow began.
“Yes. I hacked it. I put it on the damn web,” Edward admitted before the man could finish the question. He’d been getting close and he wanted that hand back on him before the edge was taken off.
Scarecrow went and picked up his file folder, reading over something. He purposely waited, seeming to confirm before he returned and forced the programmer’s mouth open. Dillinger tried to pull away until he was slapped for it. Scarecrow’s fingers slid into his mouth. “Suck,” was the only thing the older man said. Edward didn’t understand what was happening. He’d answered the question and according to the rules he should have been rewarded.
Satisfied, Scarecrow removed his fingers after a couple of minutes. All confusion as to why he’d been made to do such a task was eliminated the moment he felt slick fingers between his legs. “Fuck, no.” He tried to close his legs again, but that didn’t stop the man.
“Hey, hey. Calm down, kiddo. Relax or this is going to hurt,” Scarecrow said, putting his other hand on Edward’s chest, actually trying to soothe him somewhat.
“Don’t do this…” The programmer pleaded softly.
“You earned this reward,” the agent assured Edward.
“I don’t wa… Argh, Christ!” The younger man cried out at the first sting and burn of the penetrating digit. He lift his body up, trying to get away as Scarecrow proceeded deeper. It hurt, sensitive skin stretching beyond normal capacity.
“Relax,” Scarecrow said again more firmly. He pushed against Dillinger’s stomach, easing the man to sit back down. He didn’t, refusing to listen, refusing to relax, indeed refusing once again to make things easy.
“Take it out!” Edward Jr. screamed thrashing a little more, causing his own discomfort. He could feel the sting of tears behind his tightly closed eyes. Scarecrow did not remove his finger. He didn’t proceed further in either, which Edward could take as a small comfort.
The initial pain and shock had killed the man’s arousal, his body too tense with pain to entertain such a notion. He shook with a shallow exhale of breath. He felt Scarecrow’s hand upon his thigh, massaging gently, forcing him to relax his leg. He groaned as the relaxation did loosen him, if only slightly, making his discomfort less.
“Easy does it.” Scarecrow’s voice had a soothing tone as he continued to rub his hand over his body, helping him to relax and accept what was happening. The pain that had filled him at first was gone, faded to a dull uncomfortable sensation. The grip he’d had of the chair relaxed as he slowly grew accustomed to the finger inside him. “There you go,” Scarecrow spoke once Dillinger’s breathing had evened out.
“Please… I don’t want this,” the programmer said opening his eyes and looking towards Scarecrow.
His back arched and his head fell back once more when he felt now familiar fingers take his length and begin to stroke it back to hardness. When he rocked forward a whimpered pain, pleasure moan escaped his lips. The action caused the digit to slide in further, and it hurt, but it was strangely thrilling. Tentatively he rocked forward again. The pain was still there, but dull, and the electric pleasure that shot up his spine was unexpected.
“Still don’t want it?” Scarecrow asked, the mocking tone back in his voice. If Dillinger’s renewed erection was any indication the answer was no. The programmer didn’t dignify the question with an audible response. However the answer roll of his hips said everything.
Edward Jr. had never felt like such a slut in his whole life. But then again no one had ever done this to him before. And in his defense, small as it was, it had been a little while. Scarecrow… He knew what he was doing it was like he was playing Dillinger’s body like a fine tuned instrument.
With all resistance gone in what had to be record time, Scarecrow knew it was only a matter of listing off the events in his folder. So he began. With each date he slipped the finger deeper inside Dillinger, with each victim named his thumb pressed against the sensitive underside of the head as his fingers gave the programmer a firm squeeze.
“Yes!” Dillinger screamed each time before the agent could actually finish until the word was a mantra, the younger man arching his back as much as he physically could. He was covered in sweat and his voice was ragged, his breathing hot and heavily pants. “Yes, yes, yes! God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” He rocked his hips between Scarecrow’s hands, the older man hardly having to do any work anymore.
Scarecrow didn’t need to be told that the kid was about to reach his peak. He’d gone with enough orgasms of his own to know the signs. He had his confession, Dillinger Jr. had admitted to every charge against him. As promised he’d be rewarded. His fingers flew over his erection, and a second finger was added with the first. After only a few thrusts of his fingers and additional hard strokes of his hardon the programmer threw his head back and came harder than he could ever recall in his life.
The orgasm tore threw him, making him jerk and convulse from the force of it. Scarecrow continued to stroke him through it, though he eased his fingers out. The programmer finally slumped against the chair, a limp mess of sweaty limbs and a stomach coated in his own release. Fingers brushed through his hair, pushing it back from his face.
“Kiddo,” Scarecrow beckoned. Edward's eyelids felt much too heavy, but all the same he tried to open them, managing just too. He tiredly looked at Scarecrow. “You’ve got two options. First is I take your confession and turn it into my superiors…” There was a moment of silence while the agent let his words hang in the air to be sure Edward Dillinger Jr. understood them through his sexual haze.
“The…second?” Edward asked after a while.
“Answer your phone when I call.”
“I’ll answer.” Edward Dillinger Jr. replied before letting his eyes slip closed and exhaustion overtake him.