"Sure," Jonathan said, looking slightly bemused in a way that he assumed would be missed. He was wearing his suit and he had put the glasses on, as they tended to make him look softer to people. He stepped back and looked the boy over. Fit the description, he remembered talking about it with his bartender friend. "I'm ready for you."
He pushed his glasses up and waited for the other to act first. He was pretending to be able to take initiative, after all. He wanted to see what he could do.
He smirked at the salary man and made sure the door was definitely closed, approaching him as if he was going to kiss him. Then he flicked out his knife, nice and quick, wasting no time. He didn't want to get molested by some gay pervert, after all. He had to act fast or ew. He held his knife to Jonathan's throat and cocked his head to the side.
"Listen up, eh? Sissy man. You're gonna give me your watch and your wallet, like a good boy. Or we're gonna have a problem. And you don't wanna have a problem with me." He puffed himself up, trying to look as threatening and dangerous as he could.
"What if I want to have a problem with you?" Jonathan asked curiously, amused that it had only taken this long before the guy had brought out the knife. Somebody was homophobic in a lot of ways that he had to be taught better over. He met his eyes and almost had to smirk, but he kept from it for now. It was there though, threatening to come out.
For somebody with a knife against his throat, he didn't seem overly scared or intimidated. He didn't even appear surprised.
"Well... no, you don't." What? He was so confused. He frowned in annoyance and then pushed the knife closer to his throat, nicking him with the blade. He didn't want to actually hurt him, he just really needed to get some money. He needed to pay the landlord and hell, this was working so well, he got to buy fun things too. For the first time ever.
"Slip off your watch. Nice and easy. And don't touch me either, I ain't into it." He didn't want this pansy to touch him or nothing. What would people say then? "You got a wife, Mr Salary Man? Wouldn't be good if she found out, right? Lemme see your phone."
Honestly, he could have easily disarmed him, gotten his arms into a proper grip and dealt with him in an entertaining way. And he would, eventually. But for now, he was kind of curious to see it play out. So he reached for his phone and unlocked it helpfully, using his thumb print. He handed it to the boy, that would be thief, and wondered aloud. "Are you going to take pictures? Make sure you get some with my glasses and some without, there are people that don't recognise me otherwise."
"Don't tell me what to do." Xinjia dismissed with annoyance as he held the knife in one hand and looked at the phone he had in the other hand. This guy had a lot of stuff on his phone, lots of contacts. Who knew this many people? He checked his WeChat, trying to find someone who looked like his wife but he couldn't work out who it was. He saw a few women on here so he just had to pretend he knew. "Ah-ha! Found her. You want me to show her what you're doing with your Friday night?"
He shook his head in disapproval and then moved his knife a little, trying to get some kind of reaction from him. He was being too chill, it was weird! "You got cash? I want all your cash. Where's your wallet?"
"You want to show that office assistant that I'm standing near a man with a knife on a Friday night?" He didn't know how effective that would be, but it might at the very least confusing. "I put my wallet in the safe. I've invited a stranger over, it is only sensible to protect the valuables."
He did gesture at the safe, since the boy had insisted on being told where the wallet was. There, it was right in there. He was enjoying the game, but not enough to actually risk anything. "You haven't done this a lot, have you? You don't look like a gangster to me."
"Fuck you, you pervert. You think you can talk to me like that! Eh?! I'll beat your ass if you don't shut up. What's the code to the safe?" He moved forward and tossed the phone on the bed, using his now free hand to grab Jonathan's tie and yank it, pulling it tight and shaking it to try and rattle this bastard. Why wasn't he scared? What was he doing?!
"I'll send a picture to everyone. You keep messing with me and I'll tie you to the bed naked and send it to every single contact in your phone." That seemed like a lot of effort. Maybe just the top ten. "What's the code?!"
"Oh, you are so rough. I'm scared." He did put some effort into saying that, although not too much. It was fun though, having him pull on the tie like that. He glanced over to the bed, tilting his head to the side. "How are you going to get me naked?"
He felt that was an interesting question, given everything. "I thought you didn't want us touching." Seemed like it could get challenging. "Do you want me to do a striptease for you?"
"No! Just take your clothes off and--and lie down. I got a knife, are you brain-dead? I'll stab you if you don't start behaving!" Xinjia warned as he waved his knife around, finally giving Jonathan a shove away from him. No longer holding him, he held the knife up threateningly and then pointed it in the direction of Jonathan's guts. "I'm going to gut you if you don't start behaving. I don't want any of that gay shit, I just want you to give me the damn safe code for your wallet."
He didn't want to do naked blackmail. He just wanted the watch and the wallet. The phone was pretty nice though, he'd take that as well. "Last chance - what's the code?"
"You have a problem," Jonathan told him, while he pushed his glasses up with one finger, "You are bad at bluffing and I know you'd never see it through. You wouldn't even hurt a cockroach."
It was just obvious. He wasted no more time now, he was certain that his would-be robber had run out of script by now. So he moved towards him, grabbed the hand that had a knife and used that grip to turn him around. He made him drop the knife by squeezing his wrist once, then he moved his arm higher up against his back, so it'd be painful. He wrapped an arm around him, using that to pull him close against himself. "Now we can have some fun. Now I'm in charge."
He spoke the words right by his ear, the smirk finally audible and visible.
Xinjia yelped and stared at his fallen knife, not sure what was going on. He felt his arm wrenched up behind him and yelped in pain. Ow! It really did hurt. He wriggled against Jonathan and then tried to stop on his foot but the more he tried, the higher his arm was forced. "Ah! Fuck! Quit it!" It hurt. It really hurt.
"Damn pervert!" Why was he so strong? He didn't look that strong. Stupid four-eyes! "Just you wait, I'm going to make you pay for this!"
"I'm sure you will." For now, all he did was fall onto the bed when Jonathan shoved him there. It only took a few quick moments and then he had turned him on his back, making sure that he had his hands in a tight grip with one hand around the wrists. He pinned them down above his head against the mattress and sat down on his thighs to keep him down and keep him from kicking.
Then, with his free hand, he undid his tie. It didn't take long to use it to tie the boy's hands together. "Silk can be hard to escape. It's soft against your skin though, so don't complain too much."
"Are you tying me up? Get off me, pervert! I'm not into that stuff! Let me go." He tried to kick his legs but they were very solidly pinned, as were his legs. He tried to jerk the other off him but stopped when he realised he was just bucking his hips weirdly. He turned his head to where Jonathan's arm was pinning his hands. Show off.
He moved his head and bit the other's arm, sinking his teeth in. Hopefully the surprise would be enough to liberate his hands before he was tied down.
"Are you a dog?" Jonathan shook him off and lightly slapped his face. "Bad puppy. No biting or I'll have to collar you."
Not the least intriguing thought that had ever entered his mind. Jonathan shifted a little, just enough to pull him up a few inches so he could tie the loose end of the tie to the headboard. He made sure the knots weren't within reach and then he sat back, making himself comfortable on the boy's thighs. Which meant that he shrugged out of his suit jacket and put it aside, then he reached for his glasses. He took them off, folded them up and placed them on the nightstand.
"Do you like me better with glasses on or off? People always have opinions on that."
Ow! He slapped him. He was halfway tempted to growl at him but he felt that was playing into the dog insult. He would have bitten him again but he didn't even want to know what the collar thing was. This was already way too kinky for his liking. He was a guy, he didn't want to get tied up and fucked. Only sissy men and chicks liked that kind of stuff.
"I think you look ugly and dumb either way. Bastard." He snarled at him and then tried to wriggle himself free of the tie. Not possible, despite how hard he tried. In the end, he tilted his head back and glared.
"I'll come after you after this. I'll make your life a misery, you asshole."
"Are you going to be my stalker?" He asked out of interest, while unbuttoning his shirt. Finally he took it off, so it wouldn't get needlessly wrinkled. Or bitten again, he would like to avoid that too. It was a nice shirt. He moved it over on top of his suit jacket and then he ran a hand down the body of the tied up man in his bed.
He was aiming for his pockets, which he felt up until he found his phone. He got it out of his pocket and raised his eyebrows as he flipped it open. "Expensive phone. Did you treat yourself for robbing well?"
"As if. I wouldn't be your stalker, just your murderer." Xiajia threatened as he watched Jonathan remove his shirt. Holy shit, this guy was ripped. Why wasn't that his profile picture! He wouldn't have gone after him if he knew he was strong. He just assumed he was a very normal salary man. Nothing exceptional at all.
"Hey! Hey! Stay out of my pockets!" With a whine, he watched his phone leave his pocket, pouting at him. "I earned it fair and square, you don't know nothing. I got it second hand, there's good deals out there." Besides, he could have made the money if he wanted to. "Let me out of this!"
"Why would I? Don't you remember? I'm the one that's in charge now." Jonathan smirked and moved the phone so he could use the boy's thumb print to unlock it. He immediately started the camera app, so he could snap a few shots. "I think it's time to update your Grindr. You are really misrepresenting yourself, people won't know what they are getting into."
He held the phone in one hand and used the other to pull the boy's shirt up, revealing some of that body. "Not bad. I could show you how to work out if you wanted." He ran a finger along his stomach, trailing down. And snapped a picture, of course.
"Get off me, pervert! What's wrong with you?" Xinjia cursed as he struggled and tried to roll himself away. Of course, it was impossible with his thighs being very much trapped but he still tried. "Don't touch my shit!" He didn't want pictures of this and he really didn't want a grindr with his face. What if Dong-ge found out? Or anyone he hung around? They'd all take the piss out of him.
No one wanted a fucking fairy in a gang! "Knock it off! I'm not queer. I don't want my face on that thing."
Jonathan ignored him as he looked through his phone instead, getting to know his failed robber a little more. Finally he finished up with the Grindr profile and set the phone down on the nightstand. "Don't worry, Wang Xinjia." So, yes, he had found out his name. Not the smartest of gangster, this one. Definitely amateur. "I used a picture that doesn't show your face."
Which meant that it was mostly just his tied up hands, but hey. It sent a certain message. "Now. How many men have you done this to, eh? Do you think that's a nice thing to do? Ruin someone's life for a quick buck. And you're not even giving it up for them. Shame."
"I don't want to fuck them. They make themselves easy targets. It's not my fault it's so easy! They shouldn't be so weak. They should act like real men." Some of them cried. How sad was that? The more femme, the more whiny. He felt they had to deserve a little bit of toughening up. "I made them stronger, adversary might actually make them better men in the end. All those pretty, nice things they have and I bet they don't put in any effort either!"
People in offices sat in chairs and did nothing, at least he was out and about, working hard. "It's hustle life, ain't no one ever told you? I'm just surviving. I'm the apex predator." Or was. Until this happened. Now Jonathan was the apex. "If you call the cops, I'll tell them you tried to rape me like a gross pervert!"
"No one would believe you. Haven't you looked at me yet?" He didn't even bother hiding his amusement. The leaps of logic Xinjia's mind made, the knots he tied himself into. He could never quite predict what he would say and that was entertaining him a lot.
"I'm not going to call the cops. I'm just giving you a warning. Stop going after them. Or I'll keep going after you." He felt bad for those victims. Especially since they had never gotten the chance to see how adorable Xinjia looked when he was overwhelmed. "Anyway."
He put a hand against the headrest, looking down at Xinjia, smirking. "In case you haven't noticed yet. I think you like what I'm doing." Because those were tight jeans the boy was wearing. The erection was obvious. He wondered whether he had noticed yet himself.
"Wha--" He looked down at himself and noticed that he was very obviously tenting in his pants. And now that he noticed, he felt it. He felt it surge through him. His face almost went entirely red as he tried to process this. He was all hard and turned on. But he wasn't a weirdo pervert so why was he? "It ain't my fault, you were all over me! You must have done something."
He tried to will it down but it wasn't going down. If anything, now he knew, it was getting harder. Go down! He tried to pull himself up and his jeans dragged against his cock, making him half wince, half whimper.
"Did you drug me?!" How? When? These things were not important. It just had to be Jonathan's fault.
"I did not." How and when indeed. Jonathan arched his eyebrows, his smirk softening a little into something resembling a genuine smile. "There is only one explanation. How flattering."
He sighed. "You must like me." It was obvious, after all. "Now wouldn't it be lucky for you if I actually was a pervert? I need to update your profile again. I didn't know you were quite that much of a bottom. Want to be taken."
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He pushed his glasses up and waited for the other to act first. He was pretending to be able to take initiative, after all. He wanted to see what he could do.
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"Listen up, eh? Sissy man. You're gonna give me your watch and your wallet, like a good boy. Or we're gonna have a problem. And you don't wanna have a problem with me." He puffed himself up, trying to look as threatening and dangerous as he could.
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For somebody with a knife against his throat, he didn't seem overly scared or intimidated. He didn't even appear surprised.
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"Slip off your watch. Nice and easy. And don't touch me either, I ain't into it." He didn't want this pansy to touch him or nothing. What would people say then? "You got a wife, Mr Salary Man? Wouldn't be good if she found out, right? Lemme see your phone."
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He shook his head in disapproval and then moved his knife a little, trying to get some kind of reaction from him. He was being too chill, it was weird! "You got cash? I want all your cash. Where's your wallet?"
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He did gesture at the safe, since the boy had insisted on being told where the wallet was. There, it was right in there. He was enjoying the game, but not enough to actually risk anything. "You haven't done this a lot, have you? You don't look like a gangster to me."
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"I'll send a picture to everyone. You keep messing with me and I'll tie you to the bed naked and send it to every single contact in your phone." That seemed like a lot of effort. Maybe just the top ten. "What's the code?!"
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He felt that was an interesting question, given everything. "I thought you didn't want us touching." Seemed like it could get challenging. "Do you want me to do a striptease for you?"
Seemed a little gay, but sure.
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He didn't want to do naked blackmail. He just wanted the watch and the wallet. The phone was pretty nice though, he'd take that as well. "Last chance - what's the code?"
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It was just obvious. He wasted no more time now, he was certain that his would-be robber had run out of script by now. So he moved towards him, grabbed the hand that had a knife and used that grip to turn him around. He made him drop the knife by squeezing his wrist once, then he moved his arm higher up against his back, so it'd be painful. He wrapped an arm around him, using that to pull him close against himself. "Now we can have some fun. Now I'm in charge."
He spoke the words right by his ear, the smirk finally audible and visible.
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"Damn pervert!" Why was he so strong? He didn't look that strong. Stupid four-eyes! "Just you wait, I'm going to make you pay for this!"
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Then, with his free hand, he undid his tie. It didn't take long to use it to tie the boy's hands together. "Silk can be hard to escape. It's soft against your skin though, so don't complain too much."
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He moved his head and bit the other's arm, sinking his teeth in. Hopefully the surprise would be enough to liberate his hands before he was tied down.
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Not the least intriguing thought that had ever entered his mind. Jonathan shifted a little, just enough to pull him up a few inches so he could tie the loose end of the tie to the headboard. He made sure the knots weren't within reach and then he sat back, making himself comfortable on the boy's thighs. Which meant that he shrugged out of his suit jacket and put it aside, then he reached for his glasses. He took them off, folded them up and placed them on the nightstand.
"Do you like me better with glasses on or off? People always have opinions on that."
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"I think you look ugly and dumb either way. Bastard." He snarled at him and then tried to wriggle himself free of the tie. Not possible, despite how hard he tried. In the end, he tilted his head back and glared.
"I'll come after you after this. I'll make your life a misery, you asshole."
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He was aiming for his pockets, which he felt up until he found his phone. He got it out of his pocket and raised his eyebrows as he flipped it open. "Expensive phone. Did you treat yourself for robbing well?"
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"Hey! Hey! Stay out of my pockets!" With a whine, he watched his phone leave his pocket, pouting at him. "I earned it fair and square, you don't know nothing. I got it second hand, there's good deals out there." Besides, he could have made the money if he wanted to. "Let me out of this!"
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He held the phone in one hand and used the other to pull the boy's shirt up, revealing some of that body. "Not bad. I could show you how to work out if you wanted." He ran a finger along his stomach, trailing down. And snapped a picture, of course.
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No one wanted a fucking fairy in a gang! "Knock it off! I'm not queer. I don't want my face on that thing."
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Which meant that it was mostly just his tied up hands, but hey. It sent a certain message. "Now. How many men have you done this to, eh? Do you think that's a nice thing to do? Ruin someone's life for a quick buck. And you're not even giving it up for them. Shame."
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People in offices sat in chairs and did nothing, at least he was out and about, working hard. "It's hustle life, ain't no one ever told you? I'm just surviving. I'm the apex predator." Or was. Until this happened. Now Jonathan was the apex. "If you call the cops, I'll tell them you tried to rape me like a gross pervert!"
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"I'm not going to call the cops. I'm just giving you a warning. Stop going after them. Or I'll keep going after you." He felt bad for those victims. Especially since they had never gotten the chance to see how adorable Xinjia looked when he was overwhelmed. "Anyway."
He put a hand against the headrest, looking down at Xinjia, smirking. "In case you haven't noticed yet. I think you like what I'm doing." Because those were tight jeans the boy was wearing. The erection was obvious. He wondered whether he had noticed yet himself.
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He tried to will it down but it wasn't going down. If anything, now he knew, it was getting harder. Go down! He tried to pull himself up and his jeans dragged against his cock, making him half wince, half whimper.
"Did you drug me?!" How? When? These things were not important. It just had to be Jonathan's fault.
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He sighed. "You must like me." It was obvious, after all. "Now wouldn't it be lucky for you if I actually was a pervert? I need to update your profile again. I didn't know you were quite that much of a bottom. Want to be taken."
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