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If someone had found Logan a year go, smoking a cigar and drinking cheap whisky in some rundown bar, desperate enough for money that they let him drink there, and had told him a man in a pink hoodie with bunny ears and tight, pink shorts would be pressing a pink heel to his chest while calling him a good boy, Logan would have asked if they need medical attention and some antipsychotics.
If Logan had any sexual encounters it was him on his knees, and it was in a dirty bar bathroom with someone's hand in his hair with him either eating someone out or deep-throating someone's cock, shamefully getting off at all the cruel things they said while he brought them nothing but pleasure. Maybe that was when the wires got crossed in his brain. But he didn't experience that often, and when he did he shamefully left with a few more notes in wallet than when he went in there. Pretending that he was only booze money and not because he liked the way they pulled his hair too hard or the way they were too rough with him. Because he deserved it.
And he wouldn't have pictured his himself experiencing that desire for roughness with a man, who was frankly psychotic and beautiful, pressing his pink high heel to his chest while he sat back on his knees with cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment, naked and ready to beg to touch the man smirking down at him. The man above him, held the remote control panel up like a weapon, letting his fingers dance across the buttons. The remote that controlled the plug vibrating against Logan’s prostate.
Logan nodded, his hands clasped behind his back the way Wade had told him to.
“You really need my cock in your mouth that badly, Sweetheart?” Wade said, Logan let out a long breathe as Wade dug the heel into his chest,
“Yes,” Logan said,
“Such a needy thing, aren't you?” Wade said, “Beg for it, Baby, come on.”
“Please, Wade,” Logan said.
“Please what? Use your words.” Wade said, and when Logan went to speak, he turned the setting of the plug all the way up, and Logan’s whole body lurched with it, whining and struggling to keep his hands behind his back. Logan’s breathe was catching on his chest,
“Well, Peanut?” Wade said, as he turned the plug all the way down, “I can take care of myself and make you watch, unless you ask me very nicely to let you suck my cock.’
And Wade flicked the plug up a setting.
“Ah , please, please”
“Please, what?”
“Let me-let me suck your cock, need it, need you- ahh.”
Wade flicked it up another setting, the vibrations intensifying once more.
“Please, I’ll be good.” Logan panted out, Wade removed his foot, Logan fell from the loss, his hands flying out to steady himself.
“Looks more like your begging me to fuck you like this.” Wade said, “Back on your knees, my sweet mutt, hands behind your back, you know the rules.”
Logan brought himself back on his knees, looking up at Wade, with a pleading gaze.
“Sorry,” Logan muttered, and Wade seemed to take pity on him, because placed the romate to come side and he pulled his shorts down so that Logan got to see his hard, leaking cock.
“Put your head on my thigh.” Wade said. Logan nodded, and moved on his knees, arms still behind his back, until he was sat between Wade’s legs, and he placed his check against Wade’s thigh, unable to stop himself, he nuzzled his check against Wade’s thigh, who hissed at the burn of his beard.
“Stay still, my sweet mutt.” Wade said, placing a hand onto Logan's check, keeping him in place. Logan watched as Wade warped his other hand around his cock, stroking himself slowly, Logan heard himself whine. A truly pathetic sound, long and desperate.
“Wade.” Logan breathed, “You promised.”
“Did I?” Wade said, continuing to stroke himself, “Or did I just make you beg for it? I never said you could have it, did I, baby?”
Logan racked his fevered, hazy head, “I-Didnt you?” Logan said, trying not to squirm as the toy relentlessly buzzed against his spot.
“Oh, don't hurt that pretty head of yours, my sweet mutt, shhh ,” Wade said, the hand firm against his head and Wade continued leisurely to stroke himself as Logan’s hot breath coated his cock. Logan could feel the drool drip out the corner of his mouth as he panted,ashamed of himself but not allowed to wipe the drool away.
“Nothing but a desperate mutt, huh?” Wade said, his hand now stroking Logan’s hair, “Poor desperate mutt deprived of his treat.”
Logan whimpered, Wade really wasn't going to let him suck his cock, he was going to make him watch.
“My poor pathetic, mutt.” Wase cooed, and Wade’s hand was gone from his cock. Logan’s breath hitched, and Wade’s hand tightened and pulled his head back so Logan was looking up at him.
“You want my cock in your mouth? Yeah?”
“Yes.” Logan panted out,
“Keep those hands behind your back, okay?”
Logan nodded,
“Okay?” Wade said again.
“Yes. Okay.” Logan said,
“Go on then, have your treat.” Wade said, and his hand was gone and Logan was there in a second, licking at the head to taste his pre cum, then lapping at with his tongue before taking him in his mouth and moving.
Wade’s hand flew to his check, caressing him, “Slowly, baby, slow down.” he said and Logan forced himself to slow down his movements, he got lost in it, the slow movement, the heaviness against his tongue, his eyes watery with tears as Wade’s cock brushed against the back of his throat, he greedily drank down Wade’s moans,
“Good Mutt.” Wade said softly and Logan’s head was a hazy fog of pleasure, he was deeply lost in it, Wade had called a space of some kind but he couldn't remember what and he didn't care. He continued to move, he felt so far gone, his whole body vibrating.
“Your throat feels so amazing, baby.” Wade sighed, Logan moaned around Wade’s cock, taking him deeper just out of desperation to hear more praise, tears running down his cheeks,
“My sweet Mutt.” Wade said, and he curled his fingers into Logan’s hair, “I bet you can’t even think straight right now, can you?”
Wade's grip was painful and he pulled Logam off his cock, “I asked you a question, can you?”
Logan just panted, trying to catch his breath, his eyes lashes wet with tears.
“God you look so fucking pretty.” Wade said,“Now answer my question?”
“I don't know.” Logan said, his voice a deep, wreck.
“You don't know?” Wade laughed, “That's okay, baby, I'll think for you, hm? My dumb mutt needs me to do all the thinking, don't you?”
Embarrassingly, Logan nodded in agreement.
“Thought so, open that pretty mouth of yours.” Wade said and Logan opened his mouth,
“Stick your tongue out.” Wade said, and Logan did so, Wade grasped his cock and placed the tip of his cock on his tongue as he stroked himself, being himself closer and closer to edge, and he came with a low moan, coating Logan’s tongue and lips. Wade pulled back but placed a hand under Logan’s jaw, “Swallow.” he ordered.
Logan swallowed.
“Show me.” Wade said and Logan opened his mouth,
“Good mutt.” Wade sighed and he flopped back against the sofa, “Such a good Mutt.”
Logan unsure of what to do, rested his head on Wade’s thigh, and Wade played with his hair, Logan let out a soft, low sigh and then a yelp as plug inside him vibrated powerfully, he raised his head to see Wade holding the remote,
“Put your head back, I want to pet my good mutt.” Wade said, and Logan but his head back, and Wade continued to play with the settings, going from very low to very high, tearing noises from Logan,
“Wade, please , please.” Logan begged.
“You can put your hands anywhere but your cock.” Wade said and Logan paced his hands on Wade’s thigh, keeping his face there.
“Oh, baby. You're so cute.” Wade laughed, “Now get on your hands and knees, good mutt, off you go. Hands and knees in the middle of the room…no, don’t stand. Crawl.”
Logan crawled to the middle of the room and stayed on his hands and knees, and he watched Wasde stand up, remove his high heels, and clothing. “Stay.” he said, and then turned away from Logan and waled towards the bedroom.
“Wade?” Logan called out,
“Knees, hands behind your back. Stay. I’ll be back in a moment, my lovely mutt.”
And Logan waited, when Wade returned he was holding a black and red collar, a metal bone with ‘Logan’ inscribed on to it. He also held a matching leash.
“Oh.” Logan said, and Wade kneeled next to Logan and placed it around his neck. Logan heard it clasp into place. He sighed, it felt tight against his neck. And Wade’s hand was under his chin,
“Comfortable?” Wade asked, Logan nodded when Wade brushed a finger across his lips, Logan’s tongue darted out to lick it, tasting the sweet saltiness there.
“Good.” Wade said, and he clicked the leashes in place,
“Suits you.” Wade said, “Now stand up, I want you to see yourself wearing it.”
Logan struggled to his feet, and Wade turned, leash in hand and walked Logan into the bedroom. Once there, Wade pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead and stepped back.
“I want you to kneel in front of the mirror.” Wade said, pointing to the floor length mirror. Logan, slowy, embarrassed at what he would see, walked over and keeled, Wade stood behind him, holding the leash.
“Do you like it?” Wade asked, pressing his fingers into Logan’s hair,
“Yes.” Logan said, and Wade scratched at his scalp.
“Don't you look pretty like this? My beautiful Mutt, haven't I done such a good job domesticating you? Hmm, made you my good little lap dog? Haven't I?”
Logan stared at himself, kneeling in front of Wade, his hair a mess, his cheeks flushed pink, his lips swollen.
“Haven't I?” Wade asked again.
Logan watched himself nod.
“Words, Mutt.”
“Yes.”
“Turn the bone around and tell me what it says.” Wade said.
Logan reached up and flipped the bone around, it was hard to read the words in the reflection in the mirrors but he let out an odd gasp when he finally made sense of it.
“Property of Deadpool.” Logan read out loud.
“Yes, yes you are, my sweet broken Wolverine. Cos I was the one who finally tamed you, and now you're my good boy, aren't you?”
“Yes.” Logan breathed,
“Now, listen closely, I’m going to fuck you while you watch, okay? And if you cum before I give you permission I’m going to punish you, you understand, my pretty Mutt?”
“Yes.” Logan said, Logan looked at Wade’s half hard cock and Wade’s reflection smirked at him.
“Oh, don't worry, I have another surprise for you.” Wade said, “You enjoyed the plug vibrating away inside you, haven't you? Well, I got a lovely little..well not little, but a didlo that vibrations and can thrusts into you pretty little hole till I'm ready to fuck you myself.”
“Oh, fuck, okay, Wade,” Logan said, and Wade gave him a soft pat on his head. Logan watched the way his face softened as Wade pet him. Ashamed, he closed his eyes,
“None of that, my sweet mutt, open your eyes, you're not going to want to miss a thing.”
Logan opened his eyes.