Punishment--A Petlar Fic
Warning: Today's fic contains minor dub-con, roleplaying, spanking, crossdressing...and need I say it-Smut.
There are also reference pics at the very bottom of the fic you may want to view them now.
December 30th
Punishment
A Petlar fic--4095 words
3rd Person POV
Gabriel was very 'anti-sex' at the moment. He explained to Peter that he was still very embarassed about the MDMA incident and he wasn't prepared for Peter to see him naked just yet. Sylar was trying to withhold on sex as well out of respect for Gabriel. Peter, and his libido, were dissapointed but he would not be detered. The nurse knew for a fact that Gabriel hadn't asked Sylar to hold back and Peter was determined to get that man naked.
So he worked through lunch and got off an hour early and set his plan into motion. He dug through Sylar's bedside table and recovered the wax and cloth stripes he's stored their a week earlier. He stripped down in the bathroom and took a few deep breaths, preparing himself for what he was about to do. He heated the wax and sat with his legs wide on the lid of the toilet.
"Be a man Peter, this is all in the name of good sex."
He nodded to himself and spread some wax on his pubic hair, still stubly from the previous waxing. He pressed the cloth in and took a deep breath before yanking the strip, and the hair, free. He scrunched his eyes shut and breathed out. He threw the strip away and looked down at the pinkened patch of skin.
"Just a few more Peter."
When he finished his waxing he leaned back on the toilet and gently rubbed some lotion onto his groin. When the sting faded he gathered his shaving cream and a razor and began shaving his legs, under his arms, and his face.
He admired his hairless apperance briefly, winking and blowing a kiss at the mirror. He put the shaving stuff back and turned on the shower. He held his hand under the spray, patiently waiting for the temperature to adjust. When he felt it was warm enough he stepped in the shower and quickly washed off his body and his hair. He let himself enjoy the warm water pouring down his back for a few minutes before pulling himself away.
"Okay, I have about a half hour before Sylar gets home. That should be enough time..."
He dried himself off and ran on his toes to his messanger bag. Inside was a folded school girl uniform, makeup, and a pair of high heels. He pulled out what he needed and laid it across the bed and considered how to proceed as he toweled off his hair.
He decided to struggle into the lacy white panties first, boy shorts style. He had bought them to be a size too small, to better hide his obvious male anatomy. Next he sat on the edge of the bed and rolled on his stockings, small white fishnets with lacey embellishments on his thighs. He turned the garter belt a few times in his hands, debating if he should wear it as well. After a moment he decided to put it on but he didn't clip them to his stockings.
He sighed and slid off the bed and then pulled on his skirt. It was blue plaid, just long enough to cover the panties and it had a slit on the right side. He spun around a few times, holding onto the bottom of his skirt and laughed.
"I have actually managed to become gayer. Unbelieveable."
He looked over at the clock and stopped goofing off. He still had to finished getting dressed then he had to apply his makeup and put in his new bellybutton ring. He hastily pulled on his mini dark blue button-up shirt and tied it at the bottom. The shirt ended just below his bust line. He thought it looked wrong on him but he hoped the overall effect would make up for his lack of breasts. Next he pulled on the plaid blue tie and hurried to the bathroom with his makeup.
He turned his head slowly from side to side in front of the mirror, tilting his cheekbones to catch the light better. The night before he's had a brief and awkward conversation with Claire about what type of makeup would look best on him. She assured him that a thin layer of dark blue eyeshadow and 'smokey' eyeliner would be fine. She stressed the importance of mascara and told him that clear lipgloss would look best on him.
He knew next to nothing about makeup and decided to just give in and trust him completely. The eyeshadow he managed just fine, the eyeliner was more of a challange. He applied it crookedly three times and had to reapply his eyeshadow each time after wiping it away. By the time he pulled the mascara brush through his eyelashes he was cursing into the mirror and frowning at himself. When he finished he pulled away from the mirror with a huff and applied his lipgloss as he stomped towards the bedroom.
He had decided on platform 'stripper' heels, in a shiney black. In theory they had seemed wonderful, but when Peter stood and tried to walk around the bed he stumbled.
"Fantastic, my balance is all wrong."
He held his arms out for balance and practiced walking around the bed a few times. His walk wasn't sultry, but he learned to stand properly and that was something. He walked confidently to his dresser and pulled a jewlery box from his sock drawer. Inside there was a curved belly button bar with a blue gem bow and a small chain that dangled down and supported another small blue gem. After replacing his old piercing he sat comfortably on the edge of the bed and clipped his garter belt the rest of the way on.
When he heard the jingle of a lock being turned he crossed his legs and leaned back, supporting his weight on his locked arms. He smiled coyly at the bedroom door and waited.
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Gabriel had pushed Sylar to the front just as soon he closed up the shop. He walked the whole way home with his shoulders hunched and his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He stomped up the stairs and angrily jammed his key into the lock. When he came inside he shooed Noah away with his foot and began stripping his clothes in a rush of fury. He left a messy trail towards his bedroom.
When he looked up from the floor and saw Peter his mouth dropped open and the boxers he'd been holding fell to the floor. Peter smirked at the sight of Sylar's involintary and quickly rising erection. The nurse reached an arm out and crooked his finger in a come hither motion. Sylar nodded dumbly and stumbled forward towards Peter. He reached down and ran his finger over the tip of his erection, which was pushing into his bellybutton. Peter cleared his throat and spoke in a low sultry tone.
"Sylar, I've been a bad girl and teacher sent me to you for punishment."
He ran a hand teasingly up and down his stomach as he spoke, and spread his legs farther apart.
"What's my punishment Mr. Sylar?"
Sylar smirked and pressed a finger harshly into Peter's groin.
"How bad have you been..."
"Peyton."
Peter, now assuming the name Peyton, bit his lip and looked away in feigned nervousness.
"Very, very bad Mr. Sylar. You have to punish me real good."
Sylar smirked and reached under the skirt to grab harshly at panty encased penis he found there. Peter hissed and rocked his hips up into Sylar's grip. His erection had just started forming and he cursed his choice in panty size. He could already feel the lacey designs biting into his sensitive flesh. Sylar grabbed onto Peter's upper arms and pulled him into a standing position. He leaned forward kissed Peter chastely.
When Peter tried to deepen Sylar grabbed his chin harshly and pulled his face away.
"Ah ah, you're being punished Peyton."
Peter pouted and lowered his eyes. Sylar gently turned Peter around and urged him to lean over the bed. Peter consinteted and pulled his upper body forward, spread his legs, and presented his ass to Sylar. His upper body was pressed against the matress from just above his bellybutton to his left cheek. Peter bent his arms at the elbow and rested them lightly at his sides, his fingertips near his face.
He shivered lightly when he felt Sylar's palms press against the backs of his thighs and slide up under the skirt. He smiled into the bedspread when he felt Sylar's fingers lovingly trace over the flowery designs stitched in the lace. Sylar got to one knee to get a closer look at Peter's handy work. He ran one hand around to Peter's front and kneaded the hairless skin there and smirked.
Sylar pulled back and fliped the back of Peter's skirt up onto his back, exposing his panty clad butt to the room. Sylar pulled back and delivered a sharp slap to Peter's backside. The nurse gasped into the blankets, taken by surprise. Sylar smirked and delivered another blow. He watched in fascination as Peter's butt jiggled in the assault. He kept up a steady rain of smacks, each harder than the last.
Peter began whining and panting into the bed and clawing at the sheets. Tears prickled up in the corners of his eyes, half from embarasment and half from pain. He tried in vain to clench the muscles of his ass to keep it from jiggling but Sylar only struck him harder for it. His thighs trembled and his ankles quaked against the straps of his heels. The entirety of his butt was an angry pink color and the blood rushing there caused heat to seap through the lace. Sylar brought his hand down again but this time he rubbed lovingly across Peter's ass, his hand soaking up some of the heat there.
Tears and saliva were soaking into the blanket and Peter turned his face and sniffled. He refused to let his snot drip onto the sheets as well. He curled his lips in and rocked his hips helplessly back and forth. During the onslaut Peter's erection had grown and was now stretching the fabric of the panties to their limit. The flowery designs cut harshly into his skin and caused an unpleasant itching sensation. Sylar made gentle shushing noises and rested his palms lightly on Peter's butt.
"Shhh, it's okay Ms. Petrelli. Shhh, shh, it's okay. Are you ready for the rest of your punishment?"
Peter brough one hand back to his face and pressed a knuckle into his bottom lip. He looked through teary eyes up at Sylar and nodded his head. Sylar brought Peter's skirt back down to its proper place and helped him stand. Sylar sat down where Peter had lain before and held onto Peter's hips. He stroked his thumbs over Peter's hips and the top of his skirt before pushing him to his knees.
Peter sat in the V of Sylar's legs and looked petulantly up at him from under his lashes. Mascara was mixing with the tears running down his face and some of his lipgloss had smudged onto his cheek.
"Now, now Peyton, do as you're instructed. This is punishment afterall. Now be a good girl and take the tip into your mouth."
Peter leaned forward and did as he was told. He used his tongue to press lightly into Sylar's slit and sucked lightly on his tip. Sylar brought a hand forward to tangle into Peter's hair. He flexed his hips forward once then relaxed back.
"Good girl, just keep sucking on the tip, and don't bite down unless I tell you to."
Peter sucked harder on the tip of Sylar's erection, only bobbing his head forward slightly. He focused his attention on the head like he was told. He was encouraged by Sylar's hand in his hair to let Sylar's erection slip off his tongue and against the inside of his cheek. He sucked his cheeks in and brought a hand up to run lightly across the length of Sylar that wasn't in his mouth.
"Good girl, so good...Now take me all the way. Yeah, that's it, all the way down."
Peter spread his knees farther apart and slid all the way down on Sylar's erection, stopping when his nose was buried in dark curly hair. He felt both of Sylar's hands press against the back of his head, holding him there. Then Sylar began rocking his hips in slow circles.
"Go ahead, suck Peyton."
Peter swallowed around the length in his mouth and started rocking his hips slowly into the empty space in front of him. Seconds later he felt a heavy wave of telekenesis press against his erection. He groaned around Slyar's length and the vibrations resulted in Sylar pressing the telekenetic hand down harder. Peter whined again and struggled half heartedly to escape the grip.
"Stop it! This is part of your punishment Peyton."
Peter stopped struggling and hummed in aknowledgement. Sylar used his telekenesis to pull the fabric of the panties tighter. He stroked his thumbs in slow circles through Peter's hair as he continued to rock into Peter's mouth. The nurs's throat and jaw were beginning to ache from the position but he didn't dare speak up about it. Instead he kept up his swallowing motions and tried to work up more spit.
Sylar ran his palms forward to cup Peter's cheeks and tilt his face up. He groaned at the sight of Peter's spit coating his lower face and the way Peter's lips stretched absurdly over his prick. He started pulling the panties up, and struggled only momentarily with the impediment of the garter belt and skirt.
Peter gave a long pitiful whine as the panties rose up the swell of his ass and into the seam in the back and scratched at the skin of his front. Sylar held the panties there, not pulling them up higher but not letting them go and added a series of telekenetic jabs to his erection. Peter sobbed brokenly around Sylar's erection and jerked his hips wildly in an attempt to loosen the pressure. But the struggling only pulled the fabric thighter.
Sylar watched in amusement as Peter struggled and cried. Tears ran down Peter's face and dripped into Sylar's pubic hair.
"Enough."
Sylar pulled Peter back by the hair and then dragged him up for a rough kiss. He bit harshly at Peter's lips before throwing him back against the bed. Peter sprawled back and braced his feet against the floor. The undersides of his knees hovering just a little bit over the edge of the bed. Peter started sucking on his knuckle again and was rocking his hips helplessly into the air.
Sylar put his hands on Peter's knees and ran then down, stopping when his hands pushed up the skirt and brushed against the bottom edge of the panites. Peter let his knuckle fall from his mouth and press into his chin.
"Can I...take them off Mr. Sylar?"
Sylar ran his hands under Peter's butt and pulled down the garter belt, uncliping it as he went. Next he worked down the panties and threw them to the ground. Peter let out a sigh of relief as the constricting material slid away. When he lowered his feet back to the ground his heels made a clacking noise against the floor.
Sylar smiled and nuzzled his nose against the inside of Peter's knee and then ran his nose down his thigh and into the crook of his groin. He smiled happily into Peter's skin and pulled Peter's erection down and kissed the base of his groin.
"Ooh, such a dirty girl, waxing there."
Peter hummed happily and tried to press his erection further into Sylar's hand. Sylar made a tutting noise and pulled his hand away.
"This is punishment Peyton, remember that."
Peter nodded and rested his hips back against the bed. He watch, feigning bashfulness as Sylar summoned the lube and opened it. He looked to his side and willed himself to blush as he chewed on his knuckle. He bit hard enough to draw blood when Sylar entered him without warning and clawed at the sheets with his other hand.
His heels slid across the floor, unable to gain friction as his body jerked back and forth and Sylar changed their position. Sylar stood close to the bed, his knees hitting the bed and his upper body leaning forward to hold Peter's ass off the matress. As Sylar picked up his brutal pace the backs of Peter's heels began to pick up off the ground and only the toes of his shoes were able to scramble against the floor.
He moaned and screamed against the onslaut, happily pushing up to meet Sylar's eager thrusts. Sylar tightened his grip, causing small bruses that healed second later. He breathed heavily out of his nose and kept his mouth locked shut. He dropped his head to his chest and watched in amusement as Peter's erection bobbed just as chaoticly as his thrusts. The skirt was trapped underneath of it, crumbled against Peter's groin. Smears of precum stained streaks and pools against the fabric.
Sylar Jerked Peter up and slid his hands back to wrap Peter's ankles around his lower back. The nurs's head lolled back and his mouth dropped open. Saliva slicked the entire lower half of his face making it shiney and ruining the lipgloss. Peter reached out with both hands and raked his nails down his thighs, pulling back the skirt. He held the fabric thight in his fists and tightened his legs around Sylar's back, digging his heels in to make him go faster. He opened his eyes and licked his lips, trying to look tempting.
Sylar laughed deeply in appreciation and sent a wave of telekenesis towards Peter's chest. Peter let out a choked scream when he felt the ghostly touch of telekenesis pull and twist at his nipples. Sylar kept his attention divided between Peter's chest and his groin at he let of of Peter's left ass cheek to squeeze harshly at Peter's erection.
Peter gave a high pitched whine and jerked his hips up.
"G-good, so good Sy-Sylar..."
"Mr. Sylar."
Peter bit his lip and groaned, whining pitifully when Sylar released him. He bucked up and vain and thrashed his head to the side.
"Mr. Sylar! MR.SYLAR!!"
Sylar laughed again and took Peter back in his hand and gave a cruel telekenetic tug to both of Peter's nipples. The nurse continued to whine as that touch slid down across his body. It tugged playfully at his bellybutton piercing, now hidden by the skirt, and then swooped down past his balls.
Soon Peter felt it push against his opening, above Sylar's erection. He started to sob quietly, still thrusting up into Sylar's real hand. Sylar gripped harshly at Peter's thighs and straightened his back to he could watch as Peter began to stretch open wider. He forced his telekenetic probe to go deeper and widen more. The nurse let out a particularly loud cry as it struck his prostate. But Peter kept his heels on Sylar's back and his hands on his skirt.
Sylar kept up his thrusting, groaning at the difference in texture he felt. The bottom of his erection was sliding effortlessly against Peter's velvety insides and the top brushed against solid air. He bit into his lip and widened Peter further, making sure to keep the width consistant all the way back. To make it easier on himself he let the telekenetic probe stay in place when he pulled out.
Tears were running down Peter's face again, ruining his mascara further and making his face a blotchy pink color. Sylar smiled at the sight Peter made. He looked broken, used, and he still looked like he enjoyed it. The thought made Sylar happy and angry at the same time, but refused to let it break his concentration.
Peter let go of the skirt and let his hand join Sylar's. He worked himself quickly, in his haste he bumped Sylar's hand several times until Sylar got frustrated and smacked him away. The taller man concentrated on forcing Peter open just a bit wider. He could now see deep into Peter's rectum and he watched in fascination at his own prick pummling into the nurse.
Peter was sobbing uncontrollably now, his whole body shaking. He grabbed blindly at the sheets and twisted them in his clenched fists. His cries alternated from deep and shakey to loud and high pitched. Every sob encouraged Sylar to keep his pace.
"Shhhh, shhh, s-s'ok Peyton. Just...just a little wider than....than tw-two of me."
The confession drew more broken sobs from Peter. His mouth hung open and his nose burned a bright red. Sylar took a deep breath and started to work Peter's erection faster. He flicked his wrist near the tip and rubbed his thumb over the slit. Peter's cries got higher still, now sounding very much like a girl being raped. Sylar worried briefly that a neighbor would call the cops, but quickly remembered that Peter had had the bedroom soundproofed for these types of occassions.
Sylar slowed for a moment and leant forward enough to pick Peter up off the bed. The nurse floundered for a minute then wrapped his arms tightly around Sylar's shoulders. He continued to sniffle and cry into Sylar's shoulder and the taller man widened his stance and picked up the pace. Peter's skirt had pulled down over the tip of his erection and the hem was now trapped against Sylar's stomach.
He whined desperatly and clawed at Sylar's back as the scratchy material of the skirt continued to torment him. Sylar growled in return and pushed his telekenetic touch deeper. Peter cried out again, his mouth open over the curve of Sylar's shoulder. He bit down and continued to sob around the flesh as Sylar thrust into him.
Sylar stopped for a minute when Peter started to slip and bounced his back up with his arms. The sudden jaring motion caused the skirt to pull swiftly away from Peter's erection. He came with a scream and relaxed into Sylar. He continued to sniffle into Sylar's shoulder, whimpering as Sylar's rough treatment caused aftershocks.
His body was trembling with pain and pleasure and his ass felt like it was on fire. His ankles slipped from Sylar's lower back and his thighs rested heavier against Sylar's forearms. The toes of Peter's heels were just barely scraping against the ground. Sylar dug his nails into the tender flesh of Peter's ass and started moving the telekenetic probe. When he pulled out he pushed the probe deeper and when he entered he slid the probe out.
This caused a new wave of sobs to wrack Peter's body. He clung helplessly to Sylar's shoulders and moved his face to cry into the crook of Sylar's neck. A few thrusts later Sylar came. He momentarily lost control of his ability and the probe's shape and size fluctuated with each new gush of come. Peter cried out loudly, practically screaming as it tore at his insides in some places, disapeared in others, and streched him impossibly wide.
When Sylar pulled free semen poured freely out of Peter onto the floor below. He released Peter and watched in a ditatched way as the nurse crumpled back against the matress. He laid there bonelessly, sobs quaking through his body.
Sylar kept his eyes on Peter's well abused hole, admiring the way in slowly started to constrict. A small river of blood trickled out before Peter's regeneration kicked in and healed him.
When Peter's sobs slowed and his heartrate returned to normal Sylar crawled over top of him and pulled his upper body off of the matress. He hugged Peter around the shoulders, holding him tight and burying his face into the crook of his neck. It took a minute before Peter had enough control over himself to return the hug. He kissed the side of Sylar's face and wet his lips.
I would never force you.
"I know."
Never. Never.
"I know Sylar I know."
Why this?
"You wanted to punish Mohinder for making you vulnerable. I can't let that happen. So I let you punish me instead."
Peter pretended not to notice when a single tear rolled down his neck.
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Whoo, today's fic was a doosey wasn't it. I hope the roleplay thing or the dub-con thing wasn't too much for anyone.
About the crying, I figured that because of the cellular regeneration Peter is like a virgin every time. And double penetration is not a 1st timer experience.
Uniform reference:
http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41JBNfhhXBL._SS400_.jpg
Heels reference:
Piercing reference:
https://www.elitepiercing.com/piercing_images/belly-button-ring-with-bow-and-dangling-heart-25814-3.jpghttp://www.chinadaily.com.cn/lifestyle/2006-08/11/xin_4408031014042631991819.gif
There are also reference pics at the very bottom of the fic you may want to view them now.
December 30th
Punishment
A Petlar fic--4095 words
3rd Person POV
Gabriel was very 'anti-sex' at the moment. He explained to Peter that he was still very embarassed about the MDMA incident and he wasn't prepared for Peter to see him naked just yet. Sylar was trying to withhold on sex as well out of respect for Gabriel. Peter, and his libido, were dissapointed but he would not be detered. The nurse knew for a fact that Gabriel hadn't asked Sylar to hold back and Peter was determined to get that man naked.
So he worked through lunch and got off an hour early and set his plan into motion. He dug through Sylar's bedside table and recovered the wax and cloth stripes he's stored their a week earlier. He stripped down in the bathroom and took a few deep breaths, preparing himself for what he was about to do. He heated the wax and sat with his legs wide on the lid of the toilet.
"Be a man Peter, this is all in the name of good sex."
He nodded to himself and spread some wax on his pubic hair, still stubly from the previous waxing. He pressed the cloth in and took a deep breath before yanking the strip, and the hair, free. He scrunched his eyes shut and breathed out. He threw the strip away and looked down at the pinkened patch of skin.
"Just a few more Peter."
When he finished his waxing he leaned back on the toilet and gently rubbed some lotion onto his groin. When the sting faded he gathered his shaving cream and a razor and began shaving his legs, under his arms, and his face.
He admired his hairless apperance briefly, winking and blowing a kiss at the mirror. He put the shaving stuff back and turned on the shower. He held his hand under the spray, patiently waiting for the temperature to adjust. When he felt it was warm enough he stepped in the shower and quickly washed off his body and his hair. He let himself enjoy the warm water pouring down his back for a few minutes before pulling himself away.
"Okay, I have about a half hour before Sylar gets home. That should be enough time..."
He dried himself off and ran on his toes to his messanger bag. Inside was a folded school girl uniform, makeup, and a pair of high heels. He pulled out what he needed and laid it across the bed and considered how to proceed as he toweled off his hair.
He decided to struggle into the lacy white panties first, boy shorts style. He had bought them to be a size too small, to better hide his obvious male anatomy. Next he sat on the edge of the bed and rolled on his stockings, small white fishnets with lacey embellishments on his thighs. He turned the garter belt a few times in his hands, debating if he should wear it as well. After a moment he decided to put it on but he didn't clip them to his stockings.
He sighed and slid off the bed and then pulled on his skirt. It was blue plaid, just long enough to cover the panties and it had a slit on the right side. He spun around a few times, holding onto the bottom of his skirt and laughed.
"I have actually managed to become gayer. Unbelieveable."
He looked over at the clock and stopped goofing off. He still had to finished getting dressed then he had to apply his makeup and put in his new bellybutton ring. He hastily pulled on his mini dark blue button-up shirt and tied it at the bottom. The shirt ended just below his bust line. He thought it looked wrong on him but he hoped the overall effect would make up for his lack of breasts. Next he pulled on the plaid blue tie and hurried to the bathroom with his makeup.
He turned his head slowly from side to side in front of the mirror, tilting his cheekbones to catch the light better. The night before he's had a brief and awkward conversation with Claire about what type of makeup would look best on him. She assured him that a thin layer of dark blue eyeshadow and 'smokey' eyeliner would be fine. She stressed the importance of mascara and told him that clear lipgloss would look best on him.
He knew next to nothing about makeup and decided to just give in and trust him completely. The eyeshadow he managed just fine, the eyeliner was more of a challange. He applied it crookedly three times and had to reapply his eyeshadow each time after wiping it away. By the time he pulled the mascara brush through his eyelashes he was cursing into the mirror and frowning at himself. When he finished he pulled away from the mirror with a huff and applied his lipgloss as he stomped towards the bedroom.
He had decided on platform 'stripper' heels, in a shiney black. In theory they had seemed wonderful, but when Peter stood and tried to walk around the bed he stumbled.
"Fantastic, my balance is all wrong."
He held his arms out for balance and practiced walking around the bed a few times. His walk wasn't sultry, but he learned to stand properly and that was something. He walked confidently to his dresser and pulled a jewlery box from his sock drawer. Inside there was a curved belly button bar with a blue gem bow and a small chain that dangled down and supported another small blue gem. After replacing his old piercing he sat comfortably on the edge of the bed and clipped his garter belt the rest of the way on.
When he heard the jingle of a lock being turned he crossed his legs and leaned back, supporting his weight on his locked arms. He smiled coyly at the bedroom door and waited.
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Gabriel had pushed Sylar to the front just as soon he closed up the shop. He walked the whole way home with his shoulders hunched and his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He stomped up the stairs and angrily jammed his key into the lock. When he came inside he shooed Noah away with his foot and began stripping his clothes in a rush of fury. He left a messy trail towards his bedroom.
When he looked up from the floor and saw Peter his mouth dropped open and the boxers he'd been holding fell to the floor. Peter smirked at the sight of Sylar's involintary and quickly rising erection. The nurse reached an arm out and crooked his finger in a come hither motion. Sylar nodded dumbly and stumbled forward towards Peter. He reached down and ran his finger over the tip of his erection, which was pushing into his bellybutton. Peter cleared his throat and spoke in a low sultry tone.
"Sylar, I've been a bad girl and teacher sent me to you for punishment."
He ran a hand teasingly up and down his stomach as he spoke, and spread his legs farther apart.
"What's my punishment Mr. Sylar?"
Sylar smirked and pressed a finger harshly into Peter's groin.
"How bad have you been..."
"Peyton."
Peter, now assuming the name Peyton, bit his lip and looked away in feigned nervousness.
"Very, very bad Mr. Sylar. You have to punish me real good."
Sylar smirked and reached under the skirt to grab harshly at panty encased penis he found there. Peter hissed and rocked his hips up into Sylar's grip. His erection had just started forming and he cursed his choice in panty size. He could already feel the lacey designs biting into his sensitive flesh. Sylar grabbed onto Peter's upper arms and pulled him into a standing position. He leaned forward kissed Peter chastely.
When Peter tried to deepen Sylar grabbed his chin harshly and pulled his face away.
"Ah ah, you're being punished Peyton."
Peter pouted and lowered his eyes. Sylar gently turned Peter around and urged him to lean over the bed. Peter consinteted and pulled his upper body forward, spread his legs, and presented his ass to Sylar. His upper body was pressed against the matress from just above his bellybutton to his left cheek. Peter bent his arms at the elbow and rested them lightly at his sides, his fingertips near his face.
He shivered lightly when he felt Sylar's palms press against the backs of his thighs and slide up under the skirt. He smiled into the bedspread when he felt Sylar's fingers lovingly trace over the flowery designs stitched in the lace. Sylar got to one knee to get a closer look at Peter's handy work. He ran one hand around to Peter's front and kneaded the hairless skin there and smirked.
Sylar pulled back and fliped the back of Peter's skirt up onto his back, exposing his panty clad butt to the room. Sylar pulled back and delivered a sharp slap to Peter's backside. The nurse gasped into the blankets, taken by surprise. Sylar smirked and delivered another blow. He watched in fascination as Peter's butt jiggled in the assault. He kept up a steady rain of smacks, each harder than the last.
Peter began whining and panting into the bed and clawing at the sheets. Tears prickled up in the corners of his eyes, half from embarasment and half from pain. He tried in vain to clench the muscles of his ass to keep it from jiggling but Sylar only struck him harder for it. His thighs trembled and his ankles quaked against the straps of his heels. The entirety of his butt was an angry pink color and the blood rushing there caused heat to seap through the lace. Sylar brought his hand down again but this time he rubbed lovingly across Peter's ass, his hand soaking up some of the heat there.
Tears and saliva were soaking into the blanket and Peter turned his face and sniffled. He refused to let his snot drip onto the sheets as well. He curled his lips in and rocked his hips helplessly back and forth. During the onslaut Peter's erection had grown and was now stretching the fabric of the panties to their limit. The flowery designs cut harshly into his skin and caused an unpleasant itching sensation. Sylar made gentle shushing noises and rested his palms lightly on Peter's butt.
"Shhh, it's okay Ms. Petrelli. Shhh, shh, it's okay. Are you ready for the rest of your punishment?"
Peter brough one hand back to his face and pressed a knuckle into his bottom lip. He looked through teary eyes up at Sylar and nodded his head. Sylar brought Peter's skirt back down to its proper place and helped him stand. Sylar sat down where Peter had lain before and held onto Peter's hips. He stroked his thumbs over Peter's hips and the top of his skirt before pushing him to his knees.
Peter sat in the V of Sylar's legs and looked petulantly up at him from under his lashes. Mascara was mixing with the tears running down his face and some of his lipgloss had smudged onto his cheek.
"Now, now Peyton, do as you're instructed. This is punishment afterall. Now be a good girl and take the tip into your mouth."
Peter leaned forward and did as he was told. He used his tongue to press lightly into Sylar's slit and sucked lightly on his tip. Sylar brought a hand forward to tangle into Peter's hair. He flexed his hips forward once then relaxed back.
"Good girl, just keep sucking on the tip, and don't bite down unless I tell you to."
Peter sucked harder on the tip of Sylar's erection, only bobbing his head forward slightly. He focused his attention on the head like he was told. He was encouraged by Sylar's hand in his hair to let Sylar's erection slip off his tongue and against the inside of his cheek. He sucked his cheeks in and brought a hand up to run lightly across the length of Sylar that wasn't in his mouth.
"Good girl, so good...Now take me all the way. Yeah, that's it, all the way down."
Peter spread his knees farther apart and slid all the way down on Sylar's erection, stopping when his nose was buried in dark curly hair. He felt both of Sylar's hands press against the back of his head, holding him there. Then Sylar began rocking his hips in slow circles.
"Go ahead, suck Peyton."
Peter swallowed around the length in his mouth and started rocking his hips slowly into the empty space in front of him. Seconds later he felt a heavy wave of telekenesis press against his erection. He groaned around Slyar's length and the vibrations resulted in Sylar pressing the telekenetic hand down harder. Peter whined again and struggled half heartedly to escape the grip.
"Stop it! This is part of your punishment Peyton."
Peter stopped struggling and hummed in aknowledgement. Sylar used his telekenesis to pull the fabric of the panties tighter. He stroked his thumbs in slow circles through Peter's hair as he continued to rock into Peter's mouth. The nurs's throat and jaw were beginning to ache from the position but he didn't dare speak up about it. Instead he kept up his swallowing motions and tried to work up more spit.
Sylar ran his palms forward to cup Peter's cheeks and tilt his face up. He groaned at the sight of Peter's spit coating his lower face and the way Peter's lips stretched absurdly over his prick. He started pulling the panties up, and struggled only momentarily with the impediment of the garter belt and skirt.
Peter gave a long pitiful whine as the panties rose up the swell of his ass and into the seam in the back and scratched at the skin of his front. Sylar held the panties there, not pulling them up higher but not letting them go and added a series of telekenetic jabs to his erection. Peter sobbed brokenly around Sylar's erection and jerked his hips wildly in an attempt to loosen the pressure. But the struggling only pulled the fabric thighter.
Sylar watched in amusement as Peter struggled and cried. Tears ran down Peter's face and dripped into Sylar's pubic hair.
"Enough."
Sylar pulled Peter back by the hair and then dragged him up for a rough kiss. He bit harshly at Peter's lips before throwing him back against the bed. Peter sprawled back and braced his feet against the floor. The undersides of his knees hovering just a little bit over the edge of the bed. Peter started sucking on his knuckle again and was rocking his hips helplessly into the air.
Sylar put his hands on Peter's knees and ran then down, stopping when his hands pushed up the skirt and brushed against the bottom edge of the panites. Peter let his knuckle fall from his mouth and press into his chin.
"Can I...take them off Mr. Sylar?"
Sylar ran his hands under Peter's butt and pulled down the garter belt, uncliping it as he went. Next he worked down the panties and threw them to the ground. Peter let out a sigh of relief as the constricting material slid away. When he lowered his feet back to the ground his heels made a clacking noise against the floor.
Sylar smiled and nuzzled his nose against the inside of Peter's knee and then ran his nose down his thigh and into the crook of his groin. He smiled happily into Peter's skin and pulled Peter's erection down and kissed the base of his groin.
"Ooh, such a dirty girl, waxing there."
Peter hummed happily and tried to press his erection further into Sylar's hand. Sylar made a tutting noise and pulled his hand away.
"This is punishment Peyton, remember that."
Peter nodded and rested his hips back against the bed. He watch, feigning bashfulness as Sylar summoned the lube and opened it. He looked to his side and willed himself to blush as he chewed on his knuckle. He bit hard enough to draw blood when Sylar entered him without warning and clawed at the sheets with his other hand.
His heels slid across the floor, unable to gain friction as his body jerked back and forth and Sylar changed their position. Sylar stood close to the bed, his knees hitting the bed and his upper body leaning forward to hold Peter's ass off the matress. As Sylar picked up his brutal pace the backs of Peter's heels began to pick up off the ground and only the toes of his shoes were able to scramble against the floor.
He moaned and screamed against the onslaut, happily pushing up to meet Sylar's eager thrusts. Sylar tightened his grip, causing small bruses that healed second later. He breathed heavily out of his nose and kept his mouth locked shut. He dropped his head to his chest and watched in amusement as Peter's erection bobbed just as chaoticly as his thrusts. The skirt was trapped underneath of it, crumbled against Peter's groin. Smears of precum stained streaks and pools against the fabric.
Sylar Jerked Peter up and slid his hands back to wrap Peter's ankles around his lower back. The nurs's head lolled back and his mouth dropped open. Saliva slicked the entire lower half of his face making it shiney and ruining the lipgloss. Peter reached out with both hands and raked his nails down his thighs, pulling back the skirt. He held the fabric thight in his fists and tightened his legs around Sylar's back, digging his heels in to make him go faster. He opened his eyes and licked his lips, trying to look tempting.
Sylar laughed deeply in appreciation and sent a wave of telekenesis towards Peter's chest. Peter let out a choked scream when he felt the ghostly touch of telekenesis pull and twist at his nipples. Sylar kept his attention divided between Peter's chest and his groin at he let of of Peter's left ass cheek to squeeze harshly at Peter's erection.
Peter gave a high pitched whine and jerked his hips up.
"G-good, so good Sy-Sylar..."
"Mr. Sylar."
Peter bit his lip and groaned, whining pitifully when Sylar released him. He bucked up and vain and thrashed his head to the side.
"Mr. Sylar! MR.SYLAR!!"
Sylar laughed again and took Peter back in his hand and gave a cruel telekenetic tug to both of Peter's nipples. The nurse continued to whine as that touch slid down across his body. It tugged playfully at his bellybutton piercing, now hidden by the skirt, and then swooped down past his balls.
Soon Peter felt it push against his opening, above Sylar's erection. He started to sob quietly, still thrusting up into Sylar's real hand. Sylar gripped harshly at Peter's thighs and straightened his back to he could watch as Peter began to stretch open wider. He forced his telekenetic probe to go deeper and widen more. The nurse let out a particularly loud cry as it struck his prostate. But Peter kept his heels on Sylar's back and his hands on his skirt.
Sylar kept up his thrusting, groaning at the difference in texture he felt. The bottom of his erection was sliding effortlessly against Peter's velvety insides and the top brushed against solid air. He bit into his lip and widened Peter further, making sure to keep the width consistant all the way back. To make it easier on himself he let the telekenetic probe stay in place when he pulled out.
Tears were running down Peter's face again, ruining his mascara further and making his face a blotchy pink color. Sylar smiled at the sight Peter made. He looked broken, used, and he still looked like he enjoyed it. The thought made Sylar happy and angry at the same time, but refused to let it break his concentration.
Peter let go of the skirt and let his hand join Sylar's. He worked himself quickly, in his haste he bumped Sylar's hand several times until Sylar got frustrated and smacked him away. The taller man concentrated on forcing Peter open just a bit wider. He could now see deep into Peter's rectum and he watched in fascination at his own prick pummling into the nurse.
Peter was sobbing uncontrollably now, his whole body shaking. He grabbed blindly at the sheets and twisted them in his clenched fists. His cries alternated from deep and shakey to loud and high pitched. Every sob encouraged Sylar to keep his pace.
"Shhhh, shhh, s-s'ok Peyton. Just...just a little wider than....than tw-two of me."
The confession drew more broken sobs from Peter. His mouth hung open and his nose burned a bright red. Sylar took a deep breath and started to work Peter's erection faster. He flicked his wrist near the tip and rubbed his thumb over the slit. Peter's cries got higher still, now sounding very much like a girl being raped. Sylar worried briefly that a neighbor would call the cops, but quickly remembered that Peter had had the bedroom soundproofed for these types of occassions.
Sylar slowed for a moment and leant forward enough to pick Peter up off the bed. The nurse floundered for a minute then wrapped his arms tightly around Sylar's shoulders. He continued to sniffle and cry into Sylar's shoulder and the taller man widened his stance and picked up the pace. Peter's skirt had pulled down over the tip of his erection and the hem was now trapped against Sylar's stomach.
He whined desperatly and clawed at Sylar's back as the scratchy material of the skirt continued to torment him. Sylar growled in return and pushed his telekenetic touch deeper. Peter cried out again, his mouth open over the curve of Sylar's shoulder. He bit down and continued to sob around the flesh as Sylar thrust into him.
Sylar stopped for a minute when Peter started to slip and bounced his back up with his arms. The sudden jaring motion caused the skirt to pull swiftly away from Peter's erection. He came with a scream and relaxed into Sylar. He continued to sniffle into Sylar's shoulder, whimpering as Sylar's rough treatment caused aftershocks.
His body was trembling with pain and pleasure and his ass felt like it was on fire. His ankles slipped from Sylar's lower back and his thighs rested heavier against Sylar's forearms. The toes of Peter's heels were just barely scraping against the ground. Sylar dug his nails into the tender flesh of Peter's ass and started moving the telekenetic probe. When he pulled out he pushed the probe deeper and when he entered he slid the probe out.
This caused a new wave of sobs to wrack Peter's body. He clung helplessly to Sylar's shoulders and moved his face to cry into the crook of Sylar's neck. A few thrusts later Sylar came. He momentarily lost control of his ability and the probe's shape and size fluctuated with each new gush of come. Peter cried out loudly, practically screaming as it tore at his insides in some places, disapeared in others, and streched him impossibly wide.
When Sylar pulled free semen poured freely out of Peter onto the floor below. He released Peter and watched in a ditatched way as the nurse crumpled back against the matress. He laid there bonelessly, sobs quaking through his body.
Sylar kept his eyes on Peter's well abused hole, admiring the way in slowly started to constrict. A small river of blood trickled out before Peter's regeneration kicked in and healed him.
When Peter's sobs slowed and his heartrate returned to normal Sylar crawled over top of him and pulled his upper body off of the matress. He hugged Peter around the shoulders, holding him tight and burying his face into the crook of his neck. It took a minute before Peter had enough control over himself to return the hug. He kissed the side of Sylar's face and wet his lips.
I would never force you.
"I know."
Never. Never.
"I know Sylar I know."
Why this?
"You wanted to punish Mohinder for making you vulnerable. I can't let that happen. So I let you punish me instead."
Peter pretended not to notice when a single tear rolled down his neck.
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Whoo, today's fic was a doosey wasn't it. I hope the roleplay thing or the dub-con thing wasn't too much for anyone.
About the crying, I figured that because of the cellular regeneration Peter is like a virgin every time. And double penetration is not a 1st timer experience.
Uniform reference:
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Piercing reference:
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