Bad Behavior

Word Count: 4,669

Relevant tags: Destiny (Video Game), Uldren Sov, Original Character, Nonbinary Character, BDSM, Sadism, Masochism, Impact Play, Cock Rings, Flogging, Degradation Kink, Slut Shaming, Subspace, Established Relationship, Non-Romantic BDSM Relationship, Power Dynamics, Height Differences, Age Difference, Bratting, Aftercare, Implied Off-Screen Kink Negotiation, Nipple Play, Nipple Clamps, Hand Jobs, References to Voyeurism

I.

His assistant looked at her watch, tapping her foot.

“He’s late,” she said, not bothering to hide her annoyance. “You’d think the Prince of the Reef would learn to keep his appointments.”

Damin hummed in agreement. You’d think, but at this point he knew better than to expect such things. He did his duties without question, even when the Queen’s reticence left him wondering what the point of it all was, and the Prince’s attitude left him wondering why he bothered putting up with it all. At his core, Damin was loyal, and did his job well.

Damin was unconditionally loyal to the Queen, and did her bidding without question. Whoever she wished dead, died quickly. Any information she needed was delivered swiftly. He served with delight, putting his wicked skills to use. Any order was obeyed without remorse or question.

That loyalty extended, of course, to her brother. Damin served him more directly, for as a Crow he answered to the Prince first. There was never any suspicion in his mind that the Prince acted in a self-serving manner…the man simply didn’t have the capacity for it, any more than he had the capacity to simply turn himself green. And so Damin did what Prince Uldren wished and demanded quickly, efficiently, and without hesitation, knowing his will was merely an extension of the Queen's.

Well…for the most part.

Parts of Uldren--small parts--were wholly his own, for better or for worse.

Luckily for him, Damin served those parts too.

Or, he tried to, when the Prince bothered to show up on time.

He had been waiting patiently for quite some time now, and could feel the boundaries of his legendary patience running thin. This appointment had been set up weeks ago. The Prince had just returned from galavanting around unexplored planets to bring information and treasure back to his uncaring sister.

He had set everything up with care: the whips, the ropes, the ointments, the knives, the lighting, the bed. This room was rarely used for sleeping, having been modified long ago for his purposes. The Prince was not the only one Damin served this way.

When Uldren entered the room, he was the picture of the cocksure arrogant prince. He slammed the door behind him with his foot, ignoring the hard stare he got for the action. Even seeing Damin and his assistant already dressed for play didn't faze him.

Brat.

"You're late."

The statement was waved away as Uldren began to strip his jacket off. "I was meeting with the Queen, it ran late," he answered easily.

Damin crossed his legs. "Liar."

Uldren shot him a venomous glare, furious at being called out.

Before he could even defend himself, Damin went on, "You will have to try harder than that. Your meeting with the Queen ended an hour ago. You were in the streets, spreading stories of your valor…no doubt more lies."

Being a high-ranking Crow had its perks. Uldren had given him permission to use his rank for this purpose, and Damin took his job very seriously. He kept tabs on the Prince only so far as it extended to their sessions, which often resulted in having to punish him for purposefully showing up late and wasting his time, and the time of the Crows assigned to tail him. He only ever used recruits who had nothing better to do, but still…tracking Uldren in the Reef was not a difficult task, and was hardly worth their time.

"Must've lost track of time." Uldren wasn't thrown off, shrugging one shoulder. He slowly undid the ties and buttons of his shirt, sliding it off with a seductive flourish that was utterly lost on Damin.

Though Uldren was a very attractive man, Damin was far too professional to be distracted by such basic tactics. He watched with clinical coldness as the Prince bared himself, only speaking up when he went to remove his underwear.

"Leave it on. Kneel before me."

The Prince obeyed with his usual lazy slowness, kneeling with his legs spread and his hands resting over his thighs casually.

"A little closer."

Confused, Uldren inched forward until he was only an arms-length away from Damin's crossed knees.

“Stay there.” Though he could tell Uldren had wanted a bit of praise, Damin wasn’t in the habit of doling such treats out for the bare minimum. He looked to his assistant and gave her a nod.

"Get ready," he told her. "We will begin shortly."

She nodded back and went to the shelf directly behind the Prince's back, fetching the tools they had prepared for the session.

He normally was able to do these sessions alone, and knew that Uldren preferred it that way, but what he had planned for today was slightly different, and required either a helping hand, or the ability to be in two places at once.

As good as he was, he wasn’t that good.

"Tell me, what stories did you tell your adoring audience?" Damin didn't let Uldren's attention wander, though he could tell the Prince was dying to see what was going on behind him. He knew the younger man would never pass up an opportunity to tell a story, though.

As expected, Uldren complied readily, recounting an expectedly exaggerated tale of his adventures. Numbers were inflated, enemies grew in size, and his deeds grew in proportion. It was designed to impress and intrigue, to draw praise and admiration from an adoring audience.

Damin sighed in exaggerated disappointment when it was done. "That was hardly your best work."

Uldren looked briefly like a puppy that had been kicked, before he hid it with a sloppy mask of coolness.

"Well how can I concentrate on that with such a specimen before me?" he drawled, eyes dragging slowly over Damin's figure. His robe was nearly transparent, and hid very little, and he could tell the Prince was very appreciative of the decision.

"Flattery gets you nowhere." Damin sat up straight, and the sudden movement startled Uldren into proper posture, back straight and hands clenched on his thighs. "I hope you didn't expect to get away with such tardiness, or such blatant lies. After all the trouble I went through preparing a reward for you, too."

For the first time, Uldren looked a bit nervous. His head turned a fraction before Damin called him back.

"Don't you dare." He leaned forward, and noted with amusement that Uldren leaned towards him as well, eyes going wide. "You know, I had something sweet planned for you today, as a reward for doing so well on your mission. A shame you went and ruined it all with such poor behavior."

It technically wasn't a lie. Damin had fully expected such rotten behavior, but he always liked to be surprised. There were two boxes in the cabinet behind Uldren, one in preparation for a night of sweet pleasure and bliss…and one for this far more likely circumstance.

His assistant had wonderful timing. Just when Uldren was starting to fidget, she let the heavy weight of the flogger fall against the table. They had played together enough that Uldren knew the sound of it, and flinched when he realized what his future held. For the first time, his facade showed a crack, though he quickly put his guard back up.

His assistant left the flogger out, and crossed the room to hand Damin the rest of the supplies he needed for the moment.

"Thank you, dear." His tone towards her was soft, sweet, a taste of what Uldren could've had if he were only better behaved.

He stood up, and realized belatedly he should've done this part before making Uldren kneel. Ah, well. Hindsight.

He refused to get down on the Prince's level, so with a finger he coaxed the man to stand. With the height difference between them, it was a bit of an awkward reach to slip the ring and vibrator over Uldren's half-hard cock without bending down, but Damin was nothing if not resourceful, and he made it work. He was nearly a head taller than the Prince, and just as broad, and the Prince’s long limbs made it a bit of a reach.

When he was done, he put one finger under the Prince's chin and tilted his face up, just so he could look him in the eyes when he clicked the vibrator on.

Though he started on the lowest setting, Uldren's face immediately twisted, mouth falling open with a gasp. Damin searched his face, and when he was satisfied, stepped back and sat back down.

"Kneel," he ordered, and was pleased with the immediate obedience. "Look me in the eyes. I expect you to keep count," he said, giving a nod to his assistant. She flashed him five fingers, twice, and he nodded again. They had ten seconds until she began. "Now…tell me the story again. Honestly , this time."

Uldren took a deep breath, and began again, voice trembling slightly. The vibrator was still low, so Damin suspected it was the anticipation of what came next that had him shaking. He had six seconds left until the punishment began, not that he knew that.

"I was sent to a planet far past the Reef, to find an artifact for the Queen. It was on--ah!"

He was cut off by the first strike, and his body lurched as he fought his first instinct to get away from the pain. By the time he had regained his footing, the next strike came to knock him off it again. He squeezed his eyes shut for just a moment, before remembering his orders and snapping them open again. There was a bit of a defiant tilt to his chin when he held Damin’s gaze.

"Continue," Damin said with no remorse.

Uldren grit his teeth for a moment, and continued, "It was on…an uninhabited planet. Mostly ocean, with some--ah!--island wildlife…"

The story he told this time was much more grounded in reality, and punctuated by the flogger on his back. It was one of Damin's gentler toys, not intended to cause any real harm, but capable of causing a great deal of pain. His assistant for today was an expert, knowing exactly how to wield it. She probably used it better than Damin could, as he preferred a more… hands on approach to causing pain.

The Prince was capable of taking more than he was being given, but his behavior hadn't warranted such extremes today. He had definitely behaved better in the past, but he had also behaved far worse.

Every time Uldren paused too long or broke eye contact, all sensation ceased, vibrator and flogger both, and he was subjected to the humiliating sound of his own ragged breathing. The first few times, he regained his footing on his own, but as the story went on, Damin had to start nudging his chin up with his foot to remind him to stay in place. One would think that he would enjoy the reprieve disobedience gave him, but Uldren was truly a glutton for punishment. He came here because he craved the pain, and when he went too long without it, he began to crack.

At the tenth strike, Uldren told of diving beneath the ocean's surface to find the downed ship he had been sent for. He was whining now, and trembling, cock straining against the fabric of his underwear.

At twenty-five, he was breathlessly recounting the story of digging the artifact out of the mud with his bare hands, despite the crab-like creatures that swarmed and stung his arms.

Damin noted the stings looked well-healed.

By forty, Uldren's voice was a strained whine, and he was fighting himself. His body trembled and he had given up his perfect posture, back bowed and hunched. He was leaning on Damin’s foot, relying on it to keep his head up, though he valiantly kept his eyes where they needed to be.

The strikes ended before the story did, but any reprieve he might have had was banished when Damin turned the vibrator up.

Uldren almost wailed, fists tight against his thighs. He was breathing hard, unshed tears shining in the corners of his eyes, and a light sheen of sweat covering his entire body. His cock was stiff and swollen between his legs, straining to escape the tight underwear he still wore. The fabric was too dark to see for sure, but Damin suspected he had soaked them with precum long ago.

“Go on,” he prompted.

Uldren swallowed hard, blinking to clear his tears. "And…I…managed to escape…the gravity…oh…well…oh, oh …without sustaining any dam…damage. After that, it was a--oh god--easy flight home…"

When Uldren finished his story, Damin nodded, though the Prince hardly noticed, lost in the overwhelming sensations.

"Much better. Now…how many was it?"

For a moment, he worried that Uldren was too far gone to answer. His eyes were half-closed, and his breaths were coming in slow, open-mouthed gasps. He swallowed heavily. Damin let him look away to gather his thoughts.

Then, quietly, came the answer: "Fifty-seven."

Pride colored Damin's voice as he said, "Very good." He leaned forward, taking careful note of all of Uldren's body. He had been watching the whole time, but the Prince had a habit of coiling himself too tightly and shattering under the pressure without noticing. So far, however, it seemed to be going fine. “Can you guess why?”

Uldren sighed, head dropping as soon as Damin’s foot was no longer there to support him. “I…fifty-seven…minutes late?” he guessed.

Damin lifted his leg and tilted Uldren's head up again with his slippered foot. Without him even needing to prompt, the Prince looked him in the eye. He looked like he was out of his own body, sweating and crying and shaking. He was beautiful.

"Very good," he repeated, just to watch the full body shiver the words inspired. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Uldren merely whined. Damin took mercy on him, and crooked one finger.

"Come here."

He scrambled to obey, crawling forward the few inches between them until he was right up against the chair, Damin's leg between his, and his chin resting on his knee. The movement made him wince as he moved the abused muscles of his shoulders and back, but he didn’t complain.

Damin stroked his hair gently. Uldren’s eyes slid closed, and his cheek dropped down to rest on his thigh.

While Uldren basked in his attention, Damin raised his eyes to his assistant. She was watching them impassively, fidgeting with the flogger.

"You may leave us," he said, and the woman inclined her head.

"Call me if you need help," she signed, and left. Damin had no doubt she had other appointments to fill…Uldren's tardiness had set them all behind.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, the very last vestiges of Uldren's tattered dignity fell away. He loved having an audience, but he felt safest when it was just the two of them. The last bit of posture left his shoulders and he curled forward around Damin’s leg. He whined again, and moved his hips forward just a bit.

"May I, please?" he begged, voice cracking. "I was good…"

Damin hummed. "Go ahead…"

Immediately, Uldren began to hump at his leg like an animal heat, groaning at the drag of his clothed cock on Damin's foot and ankle. He knew better than to touch, placing his hands on either side of Damin’s hips without even needing to be prompted.

"Yes…" he whined, circling his hips to rub the underside of his cock against the vibrator as well as against Damin. He was getting desperate now for more, flexing his back to stimulate the bruises to hurt. "Yes, please, please…"

The tight ring was preventing him from cumming quite yet, but that didn't stop him from chasing his pleasure anyway.

"Look at you," Damin taunted as he watched Uldren shamelessly rut against him. "Such a pathetic, desperate little whore. That is what you are, isn't it? For all your grand stories, this is what you really are."

Uldren nodded desperately, whining high in his throat. The whine was cut off when Damin grabbed his hair roughly and jerked his head up to look him in the face.

"You're lucky I found you, you know that. Who knows what would happen to you if someone else got a hold of such an easy bitch." His voice dripped with mocking pity, and he tilted his foot slightly to allow him a better angle to rut against. "You'd let just about anyone do this, wouldn't you?"

"I don't want anyone but you," Uldren whined, and cried out when the hold on his hair tightened painfully.

"Oh, don't lie to me. I know exactly how depraved you are," he snarled. "You would let me fuck you stupid on the throne room in front of everyone in the Court, and then let them all a have their turn."

" No ," he gasped, but the way his dick throbbed against Damin's leg betrayed him. "No, only you…"

"You are a terrible liar," he said, releasing his hair. He reached down and pressed his fingers into one of the nastier-looking bruises, causing the Prince to wail again. He allowed him a few more thrusts, and then, "Off, now."

Uldren was struggling to obey, but he did. His hips stilled and he sat back on his legs, looking up through tear-stained lashes. He was painting, cheeks dark and bangs plastered to his forehead. Damin caught his chin and tilted his head side to side.

"Lying makes you ugly," he said and released him. "And you were doing so well, too."

Uldren whined, obviously torn between the desire to be good and the desire to experience more blissful pain.

"I'm sorry, I'll take…" he choked on his words, cheeks dark. “I’ll…”

"You'll take whatever I give you," Damin finished for him. "Stay there."

He tucked the controller for the vibrator into the robe's deep pocket and stood up. He walked around behind Uldren to the cabinet.

There was a wide selection of toys, but he knew Uldren was already too far gone for most of them. He no longer trusted the Prince to tell him when he was really hurt, and certainly not to stop him before it got that far. Impact play always stripped him down so nicely, but Damin knew to be careful. Still, Uldren had done good, telling the truth and keeping count. He deserved some of the reward that Damin had planned for him.

He cast a look at the collar and leash coiled in the "reward" box. It was one of Uldren's favorites, but he often had to wait until he had chipped away at the Prince's defenses before it brought out that sweet obedience and bliss. It was also another thing he would've had to do at the beginning for it to be truly effective, and Uldren hadn't earned it then. Next time, maybe.

He grabbed lube, a dildo, some wet wipes, and a single nipple clamp.

When he turned around, Uldren was right where he had left him. He was visibly trembling, and every breath came out as a moan. If Damin couldn’t see his hands, he would think he was stroking himself with how loud he was being.

"Status," he said.

"Three," came the slow response. Uldren was slurring slightly, head bowed so low his chin was on his chest.

Two, then. He put back the dildo.

He put the supplies by the bed, and returned to the Prince's side. To his surprise, when Uldren looked up at him, his face was wet with tears and twisted with guilt. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Damin kept his voice even, even though his heart began to pound. He reached into his pocket, and dialed the vibrator down all the way before turning it off.

"I'm sorry I lied," Uldren sobbed. "Please, punish me, I know I deserve it, I'm sorry…"

"Oh, sweetheart."

Damin knelt down beside him and wiped his tears away with his thumbs. Uldren leaned into the touch, unused to such gentleness.

Such a precious gift he had in his hands.

"You already had your punishment, and you took it well,” Damin reminded him. “You made one little mistake, but it is no matter. Your earlier performance more than made up for it."

Uldren shook his head forcefully, but Damin hushed him with a kiss against his forehead. He cradled the back of Uldren's head with one hand, and with the other reached down and slid the cock ring off. Uldren gasped, mindlessly rutting against the barely-there sensation of Damin’s wrist.

Uldren tilted his head up, and Damin allowed him the kiss he wanted, gentle and sweet. The world and the scene paused around them for a moment as the two shared an uncharacteristically soft moment, a kiss so deep and gentle that Damin’s heart ached from it.

"Up you get," he whispered against his lips, and helped the Prince to his feet. He ended up supporting most of Uldren's weight, and led him to the bed.

He couldn’t deny that Uldren had lied again, but it was a small one, purely to earn him more stimulation. A small punishment was in order, perhaps, but he still deserved his reward. If Uldren were any more coherent, Damin might suspect he was playing this up for more pain. As it was, he was fairly certain the Prince was simply far past the point where he registered pain as something to be avoided, or something to be bartered for.

"Lay on your back," he ordered, but Uldren's legs were so weak he had to help him do that too.

As soon as he laid down, the Prince let out a groan as he put weight on the bruised and battered expanse of his back. He arched his back then flattened his body, trying to escape and drown in the aching pain. His head fell back and he looked at Damin through his lashes, too deep in to bother with his usual bravado and flirtation.

"Please…" he whispered, though Damin highly doubted he knew what he was asking for. He had entered that desperate place where he wanted everything Damin could give him, but was not strong enough to actually take it.

Damin leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"You are such a whiny little boy, you know that." It was not a question, nor an insult. He said it with genuine affection, and Uldren took it as what it was meant to be.

"I am," he agreed breathlessly.

He let out a relieved sigh when Damin allowed him one more bit of pain: the clamp over his nipple. He watched in rapt attention as Damin squirted lube in his hand and draped himself beside the Prince's prone body.

When Damin took his softening cock in hand, Uldren could only whine. He hadn't warmed up the lube at all, letting the unpleasant sensation be counted as another small bit of punishment. He immediately soothed it by setting a gentle, firm rhythm, stroking until the Prince was fully hard again.

Uldren wouldn't last long in his state. He was already twitching and moaning, head turning side to side as every movement exacerbated the pain on his back. His hands balled up in the sheets, and he weakly thrust up into Damin's hand.

"Such a pathetic sight you are," Damin crooned, moving his bangs away from his face with his free hand. He trailed his fingers down Uldren's face and throat and chest, admiring and taking stock in one look. Every now and then, he tugged at the nipple clamp, coaxing more whines out of the desperate Prince. "If everyone could see you now… How lucky I am to be the only one to see you like this."

He kept his steady rhythm on Uldren's cock, pulling at the clamp and stroking his face gently, and within minutes he was rewarded with a high moan. Uldren’s mouth hung open and he wailed at the ceiling as he came heavily into Damin's hand. He captured his cum and smeared it down his length, using it as lube to continue stroking. A manic smile spread over Uldren's face as the pleasure began overstimulation and he began to babble breathlessly.

"Yes, yes…like that, please, more… fuck it hurts…please…!"

Damin stroked him through one more orgasm, until his wrist began to cramp. By that point, Uldren was truly gone, reduced to a single word.

"Yes…" he whispered, and whined when Damin took his hand away.

Without leaving the Prince's side, Damin wiped his hand with a wet wipe, and rested it on his hip, trying to anchor him back to his body. Uldren whimpered softly, head falling down onto the pillow.

They stayed like that until he noted Uldren's breath getting deeper and slower. Only when he was sure that he was asleep did Damin chuckle.

He almost always fell asleep after their sessions.

Uldren slept so deeply that he didn't wake even when Damin removed the clamp rolled his body over to get the towel out from under his body. While he was turned over he applied a thin layer of soothing gel to his back, noting with a pleased nod that there was no broken skin. He then tucked Uldren under the thick blankets after wiping off his face and front of sweat and the bit of cum that had splattered.

He left to wash his hands and the toys they'd used. He returned with a glass of water, some mild painkillers, and the trail mix he knew the Prince liked. He set them on the table beside the bed, and then set out to clean up the room.

When he was done, he sat down beside what was once a window (in anticipation of this room's activities, he had had the opening covered long ago) to read.

It was over an hour before Uldren woke with a soft groan. Damin didn't get up, but watched carefully as he rolled over and took a sip of water. He noted that there wasn't too much stiffness, and the wince of pain passed quickly. Good.

He waited until Uldren acknowledged him. The Prince didn't like being crowded after sessions, but he also hated being left alone. Damin had found the best thing to do was to watch him silently until he was ready to be social again.

After only a few minutes, Uldren turned to him. His eyes were still dark from crying and his cheeks were a bit pale, but he looked well.

"Excellent job today," Damin said, and meant it.

Uldren flushed, not collected enough for a witty retort. "Thank you," he said, and meant it.

Damin got up then, and helped him dress. He didn’t let him leave until he had eaten and drank all of his water, and was able to prove his legs weren't too sore to walk.

"You worry too much," he complained as he rose shakily from a crouch.

"I cannot help it," Damin teased, catching his chin and booping his nose. "Such a needy little thing, I just want to take care of you." There was just a hint of mocking, just enough to keep their dynamic clear without actually hurting his feelings.

"Oh, you take care of me so well," Uldren responded with a cheeky wink. He headed for the door, obviously working through some lingering stiffness.

"I am at your disposal, now and always," Damin said as he stepped out. "I trust, until next time, you will be on your best behavior."

He said it with a slight bow, reinforcing to both of them their status in the world. Uldren looked mildly uncomfortable, but nodded.

"Until next time," he said, and shut the door carefully.