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No one really knew when Dutch lost that balance between caring father figure, and sadistic, selfish abuser. All they knew is that he fell, and he fell hard.
After that day in Beaver Hollow, Dutch has lost all ability to contain his anger. He felt outraged more often than not - even the newly reclaimed money from Blackwater couldn’t put his mind at ease. He felt like he was missing something.
“Dutch! Dutch!” Micah snapped his fingers in front of the man, who was completely lost in his own thoughts.
“I lost you again” Micah sighed, removing his hat and placing it on a rack by the doorway.
“You ain’t got much to loose” Dutch’s eyes unfocused, sat in his chair, arms resting on his legs, hands keeping his head up.
Micah scoffed, “Yeah, but you do! If you keep actin’ so.. so.. empty! I don’t see a reason in stayin’ with you” The younger man knelt down by the fire, back facing Dutch, “and if I’m goin’, that money’s goin’ too”
“Are you asking to get killed, Micah? Is that what you want?” Dutch arose from his seat, towering over Micah as he sat on the floor, weak and tiny.
“No.. no Boss..” Micah was sincere, but the view of the older man above him, and feeling so powerless, brought a smirk to his face.
“Something tells me you don’t mean that, Mr Bell” Dutch grabbed a fistful of Micah’s hair, forcing him to make perfect eye contact.
“Oh I do.. every word” Micah narrowed his snake-like eyes, fighting with the urge to stick his tongue down Dutch’s throat.
“I take it back, Boss.. I ain’t gonna leave you..” Micah raised his hands defensively, tilting his head away and shuffling backwards, “I’ll prove it to you”
“How” Dutch asked, complete bluntness in his tone.
“Hows about.. I let you do whatever you want to me” Micah began to undo his brown leather coat, maintaining Dutch’s gaze.
“And what if I don’t want you?” Dutch felt the blush rising to his cheeks.
“You and I both know that ain’t true”
Dutch had to admit defeat at some point. This was the most tempting offer he’d ever received. But he wasn’t going to let Micah off easy.
“Strip” The older man ordered. Sitting back in his chair to watch the performance.
“Bit forward, Boss” Micah chuckled.
“Do as I say, Mr Bell” The clanking sound of Dutch undoing his belt was heard, Micah flushing red at the mere sound.
“And what if I don’t?” Micah was never one to follow orders. Not even the ones that came straight from Dutch.
“You’ll just have to wait and see”
“I ain’t good at waiting, Dutchy.. you know that..” Micah was desperate just to feel Dutch’s hands on him, just something more than his gaze alone. It was agonising.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” The corner’s of Dutch’s mouth slowly upturned. He watched hungrily as Micah eventually did as he asked, removing his clothes and shivering slightly as the cold air hit his body.
“You’re already hard.. dirty whore.. I’ve not even touched you yet..” Dutch rubbed his hands on his thighs, creating a little bit of friction for himself.
“You just like the embarrassment, don’t you? Being completely naked in-front of me? Fucking slut..” Dutch shook his head, covering his erection with his coat.
“Kneel, Micah” Dutch pointed to the empty bit of floor between his legs.
Micah jumped at the demand, getting down on his knees, staring up the older man, the splinters of the damaged wooden floorboards pricking at his legs.
Before he went to undo Dutch’s pants, he felt coarse fingers grip onto his scalp.
“No, Micah. We’re not doing that” Dutch let the man sit with his error for a second, before pressing his boot against his chest. Dutch shoved him down to the floor, Micah lay on his back, a display of pure submission to him.
“Aren’t you just a sight..” Dutch removed his boot from Micah’s stomach, repositioning it over his dick. He rubbed gently up the man’s erection with the toe of the boot. Micah shuddered with the contact, for all not one of warmth.
“You’re looking a bit too comfortable there, Mr Bell. Men who threaten me don’t get that privilege” Dutch smiled, a flash of something sinister in his dark eyes.
“Wh.. Dutch, what are you-“ Micah didn’t get to finish. A wave of pain and pleasure took over his senses. Dutch began pressing down on Micah’s cock, not stopping until his tip touched his stomach. His boot was cold, dirty. Just like Micah. He whimpered at the pain, but flushed deeply with the contact.
Micah felt as his pre-cum dribbling tip made contact with his own skin, moaning Dutch’s name as softly as he could.
“You actually liked that?” Dutch was impressed, more than anything. He retracted his foot, watching Micah’s sensitive cock spring back up. He wanted desperately to watch him cum, listen to him scream his name, but he needed to learn a lesson.
“Pleeassee Dutchy.. Please touch me” Micah whined, still laid flat on his back for the older man.
“Why should I touch a disgusting freak like you, Mr Bell?” Dutch toed at his dick again, front of his boot getting covered in pre cum.
“I-I took it all back, Boss, I’d never leave you” Micah jerked his hips, rubbing himself, ever so needy as usual, against the man’s shoe.
“Not good enough.”
Dutch retracted his foot once again, watching as Micah’s face turned from one of pleasure to one of confusion.
“You made such a mess, Micah” Dutch tutted, shoving his boot in Micah’s face, “clean it up.”
“Dutch.. I..” Micah panted, disorientated from the sudden lack of touch.
The man’s dark eyes judged Micah, silently willing him to do what he wants.
Grabbing onto Dutch’s ankle, Micah licked his own pre-cum off the boot toe, spit and cum covering that beautiful scar on his chin.
“Beg for it, you filthy dog” Dutch growled.
“Please, pleasseee Dutchy.. I need you..” the younger man rested his cheek on Dutch’s boot, staring up at him with admiration in his eyes.
Belt still in his hand, Dutch got up. He flipped Micah onto his front, pinning him down effortlessly. Micah wasn’t struggling by any means, though. He pushed his face hard onto the floor, fingers deep in his hair.
“I’ll fuck you right here, on the floor. A fitting place for a dirty whore” Dutch held Micah’s hands behind his back, tying them together with his belt.
“Yes! Yes, Dutch.. just fuck me already!” Micah shifted underneath Dutch, his eagerness annoying the older man.
“Oh, be quiet.. God..” Dutch grabbed Micah’s leather gloves from the side table, shoving them into his mouth.
Dutch undid his pants, spitting on his ringed hand before rubbing the saliva over his length. No matter how many times they did this, Micah was still impressed by his size.
Grabbing Micah by his hips, Dutch lined up with Micah’s rim, tip teasing the younger man. He moaned in impatience, muffled, of course.
“I said be quiet, Micah” Dutch stayed there for a moment, leaving Micah in anticipation.
Without any warning, Dutch thrust his hips hard, slamming into Micah with a force that made him scream. Dutch just assumed it was his name, but it was unintelligible.
Rutting his hips like a wild animal, nails dug deep into Micah’s sides. He ran his hand up Micah’s back, watching with pure lust as he arched himself even more.
“Fuck..” Dutch groaned, grabbing Micah’s hair and pulling it hard. He moaned once more, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.
“You know now why you shouldn’t threaten me, Mr Bell..” Dutch shoved Micah’s head back down, his cheek slamming on the cold wooden floor.
Micah knew Dutch would stop if he asked, but fuck, he didn’t want it to stop. He should threaten to leave more often, if this was the result.
Dutch’s cock throbbed, Micah gripping him in a way that made the knot in his stomach absolutely burn. He cursed softly under his breath, throwing his head back. He came inside the whimpering man with a groan, almost a growl.
“You drive me insane, Micah.. I can’t get enough of you” he panted, removing the saliva-soaked gag from his lover’s mouth.
“Then have more of me, please.. Please..” Micah whimpered, his dick absolutely lathered in pre cum, still as hard as ever.
“You seem to forget why you’re even in this predicament, Micah..” Dutch grabbed a packet of cigarettes of the side table, lighting it casually as his lover whined below him, so fucking needy.
“Dutch, I..” Micah realised he couldn’t even touch himself, with his hands firmly tied behind his arched back.
“What? Use your words, Micah” Dutch took a long drag of the cigarette.
“I can’t.. I need you to..” The man blushed hard, not knowing where this sudden helplessness came from, but by Dutch’s face, he was enjoying it.
Dutch knelt by Micah, still on the floor like some animal.
“Speak up.”
“I need you to touch me.. please, Dutch.. it’s awfulll..” Micah groaned, shifting himself onto his side.
“You’re always complaining, aren’t you?”
Dutch fought every urge to do as he commanded, pulling him close and fucking him so hard he could hardly form a coherent sentence. But Dutch was a strong man, and he still hadn’t forgotten Micah prior comment.
The older man scooped up Micah into his arms, his body a trembling mess. He propped him up on the couch, hands still tied.
“I think I’ll leave you here for a little while. You think back to this next time you try and threaten me, okay, Mr Bell?” Dutch smirked, thumb hooked in his gun belt.
“You’re not gonna leave me here, right? Dutch!” Micah began to try and set himself free as he watched Dutch walk away. He knew he’d be back. Well, he hoped, anyway.