Noah + Oliver Origin Story Omg

Noah + Oliver origin story omg

●♤ are you really that stupid? ♤●

Whumper- Oliver; mafia boss (•♤•)

Whumpee- Noah; sucky assasin (•♡•)

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

Kidnapping, assassination attempt, nsfw whump, intimate whumper, torture, ransom money, hypno, conditioning

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Noah checked his pocket discreetly; yep, the knife was still there. He followed behind the mafia boss he'd been working for for months. They headed down a rather shady street; dimmed lamplights, cracked sidewalks- you get the picture.

He took the knife from his pocket, starting to follow closer, closer, closer. He trailed barely a foot behind him until they reached a spot without a lamplight.

He finally dove at Oliver, aiming the knife right at the side of his neck.

Oliver whipped around and caught Noah's wrist firmly, then pinned him against the solid brick wall to their right.

Fuck.

"Ack- sir! I- I can explain!" Noah cried, letting the knife clatter to the sidewalk. He kicked his legs frantically as Oliver dragged him up the wall so that they were eye level.

"Noah, dear," Oliver spoke slow, shaking his head with dissaproval. "are you really that stupid? You think you can take me out like I'm some fucking- prey or something?"

"I'm- it- I wasn't-"

"I always thought you were a spy, this just confirms it." Oliver chuckled, pushing one hand against Noah's chest as he reached down for the knife. "Who do you work for, Noah?"

"Th-the Nameless! I was sent to assassinate y-you." Noah blurted as Oliver grabbed each of his shoulders again, the knife now pointed up at his throat. If Noah's head relaxed downwards, the weapon would be in his neck.

"That easy, huh? I don't even have to bring you home, I can kill you now, really." Oliver pushed the knife closer. Noah craned his neck away, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Nononono!" He cried, heart thumping out of his chest.

The knife never met his throat. Noah opened his eyes slowly.

"Or,

Ill give you two options, boy. You either die right here, a quick jab to the neck, or you can come home with me. I need a new pet anyways." Noah felt shivers run down his spine at the word. Pet? What the hell? What does that mean?

It had to be better than dying, right?

"So, what's it gonna be, pretty boy?" Oliver ghosted the blade across Noah's throat. He shivered at the usage of 'pretty boy.'

"The second one!" Noah squeaked out, feeling the knife's tip graze his throat. Immediately, his feet hit the ground.

"Good choice." Oliver grinned, running his unarmed hand through Noah's curly hair. "Close your eyes, this'll hurt."

Noah stared blankly at the other man.

"Close your eyes."

Noah finally listened, anxiety coursing through him. Only a second after, he was gripped harshly from the back by his hair.

His eyes shot back open. "Ow, wh-"

His head flew at the brick wall, hitting with a thud. He let out a scream, eyes watering immediatelyas his nose was nearly broken. The first hit didn't quite knock him out, so Oliver dropped him. Noah let out a cry before he hit the sidewalk.

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He woke up what felt like an eternity later, dazed. He had gone blind. He couldn't see anything, regardless of how much he blinked.

Had Oliver accidently done this? Or had he skewered Noah's eyes out with a hunting knife to try and handicap him? No, nothing really hurt besides his forehead and his nose. What if it was residual brain damage from the impact?

Panic surged through his body, and he cried out wordlessly.

In his terror, he attempted to flail and found his hands were bound together. He tried his legs; the same.

Finally, he noticed the low hum in his ears and the rumble shaking his environment.

He wasn't blind, he was in a trunk.

"Help!" Noah screamed with all the air in his lungs, thrashing in the confined space.

A muffled voice called back to him, "We're almost home, love. Go back to sleep."

"G- get me outta here!" Noah cried, kicking his bound legs.

"Back to sleep." Oliver repeated more sternly.

Noah felt the car shake as they hit a bump, and as his head came down against the floor of the trunk, he was unconsious again.

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Hours later, Noah awoke. He opened his eyes to survey his environment. He was in a fucking basement. Great start.

He was tied to a chair via soft, silky, black material. His hands were bound together, then tied around both of his thighs (which were strapped to the chair with a leather belt.)

Aside from the chair, the room held a mattress with some blankets, two dog bowls, a television, a leash hanging off the wall, and, opposite from him, a passageway upstairs and a closed door.

"Oliver? Boss?" He called, his voice shaking. What even was this? A setup for a dog to live in?

Footsteps thrummed slowly down the stairs. Oliver walked to Noah, grinning. "Awake already, dear?" His hand brushed through Noah's curly hair, almost soothingly.

"Oliver, what the fuck am I doing here?" Noah tried to flinch away, but was held in place by his boss gripping his hair suddenly. He only relaxed the grip and pretty Noah again when he ceased his struggles.

"Oh, that question has a variety of answers. Right now? You're talking to me and getting pet. In a bit, we're making a ransom video. And in general?" Oliver's hand trailed down to Noah's cheek. "You're becoming my pet."

Noah did his best not to react to Oliver's touch. "What do you mean by pet?"

Oliver paused and stared at him like he was stupid, replacing the look with a warm smile a second after. His hand went back up to play in Noah's curls. "It's simple, really. You live with and belong to me. I will treat you good and reward you if you comply. If you resist, we head over yonder to the cellar, " he gestured to the closed door beside the stairs, "and you'll get a punishment."

"Belong to you?!" Noah gawked, adrenaline suddenly rushing through him as he struggled at the bindings. "I don't belong to anybody! Let me go!"

Oliver shook his head, puffing a sigh. His hand pulled away from Noah. "We'll have to break that line of thinking later. For now, it's time for your ransom video."

"No. Fuck off! Let me go!" He pulled and twisted at his bonds.

Oliver walked somewhere behind him and returned with a camera and a tri-pod. "If your little organization decides they want you back, they'll pay ransom. Ill send the video to your family too. And- oh! Do you have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend." Noah's heart sank. Oh, no, poor Aaron. His boyfriend was surely panicking that he was gone, right? Tears flowed past his eyelids. "Nobody in my family has a lot of money... please just let me go."

Oliver nodded. "A boyfriend, huh? I'm sure he misses you. Does he have good money?"

"...no."

"Then it's up to 'The Nameless' to pay your ransom. They'll surely-"

Ding!

Noah's phone chimed in his pocket.

"Oh, you brought me your phone!" Oliver grinned, reaching to pull it out of Noah's pocket. "How sweet, is this him?" Oliver asked, referring to his lock screen. Without waiting for a response, Oliver put the phone beside Noah's right hand. "Unlock it."

Noah shook his head, trying to stop his tears. No way was he going to give this creep access to his phone. "I don't want to."

"That's unfortunate. Unlock it or I'll break your fingers." Oliver prompted, shaking the phone subtly. Noah shivered and drew the pattern to unlock it.

"Let's see, what do we got here?" Noah sniffled as Oliver scrolled. "A message from Aaron? Is that your boyfriend? He says; 'are we still on for tonight? Why won't you respond to my messages?'" Oliver laughed.

"Oh, Aaron..." Noah whispered, hanging his head.

"Let's send him some pictures later! That'll be fun!" Oliver pocketed the phone and went back to his tri-pod, clicking on the camera.

"Hello, friends, family, and co-workers of Noah!" He greeted, blocking Noah from the camera's line of sight.

"Help!" Noah cried out, a sob breaking the word into two syllables. "Help me!"

Oliver backed away, revealing Noah to the sight of the camera. "I have dear Noah here with me. He reallllly misses all of you, doesn't he? Tell them, love."

"Help me! Please!" Noah cried out. "Mom! Dad! Aaron! He's gonna kill me-"

He was stopped as Oliver's thumb pressed against his tongue, the remainder of his fingers against the bottom of his jaw.

"Dont say that, honey! Im not gonna kill you without good reason! And you can go back home if they scrape together- hm, how much do you think, Noah?"

Noah shook his head as best he could in response. How much was a ransom payment even supposed to be?

"Give me a number between $250,000 and $400,000." Noah's jaw was released, granting him the ability to speak.

"Uh- uhm-" Noah looked directly at the camera. "$250,000?"

Oliver bounced his fingers through Noah's hair. "$400,000 it is! Ill expect the money by... let's say two weeks from now?"

"They don't have the fucking money!" Noah sobbed, struggling feverently. "Please let me go! I won't tell anyone!"

"Do I have to gag you, love?" Oliver whipped around.

"No, please..." Noah shrunk back in his seat, lowering his voice. When Oliver gave a small nod and approached the camera, Noah spoke again, "Aaron... I'm sorry. I love you so much..."

The camera beeped and was off. Noah cried out in despair, losing his only possible contact to the outside world. Oliver turned to him and crouched, holding him by the soft material binding his hands.

"Noah. Im going to untie you. You will not fight me, you're gonna come with me to the bed, okay?" Oliver's peircing eyes met Noah's.

Noah shook his head. "No, f-fuck off. Ill never just obey you like that..." He talked of, having a silent sob. "Oliver, they won't be able to pay..."

"First of all, you don't tell me no." A had wrapped threateningly around his throat, but didn't squeeze. "Second, what about your little organization? They're pretty rich, from what I hear."

"I- I guess..." Noah sniffled, watching as Oliver carefully untied him. He lifted his hands slowly, glad to have the movement back, and waited as the belt keeping his legs in place was removed.

"Come here." Oliver helped him up, practically carrying him to the bed. Noah collapsed into a ball, tucking his head between his knees and wrapping his hands around the back of his head.

"Shh, I know, baby." Oliver's hand settled on Noah's back, rubbing up and down.

Noah tried to ignore the way Oliver said 'baby.' He tried to squeeze his eyes closed and pretend it was Aaron and not Oliver. That he was at his apartment getting a back rub from his boyfriend. That he wasn't being held for ransom in the basement of the man he was sent to kill.

It was hard.

"Noah, its alright... I've got you." Oliver whispered, snaking his hand between Noah's chest and legs. Noah let out a feeble whine as he was forcefully dragged back against the other's chest and into his lap. "Like i said, Noah. Im not gonna hurt you as long as you don't make me."

"How do i know that..?" Noah whispered, trying to arch away from his captor. Suddenly, Oliver's arms pulled him very tight, keeping him in place. Something twitched against his rear.

"F-fuck." Oliver breathed directly in Noah's ear, gripping his hips with bruising strength. Noah whimpered as a hand moved down his thigh. Fingers brushed against his clothed cock gently.

He was beginning to finally understand what Oliver meant by 'pet.'

"No-!" Noah cried, throwing his elbow back into Oliver's ribcage. Oliver let out a grunt, leaning back for a second.

Noah took this as his chance. He rolled forward onto his hands and knees, ready to push up to his feet.

That was until a hand gripped the back of his neck. "Noah. Stay perfectly still."

Noah obeyed out of fear, hearing the dangerous edge to Oliver's voice.

"Good pet. Now, I'm not going to punish you right now. I'll save all your punishments until the end of the day, then we'll go to the punishment room and you'll pay for your mistakes. I won't take my anger out on you until then." He grabbed Noah by the armpits and pulled him up onto his knees, then back against his chest once more.

"Im not your fucking pet..." Noah spat defiantly, though he didn't dare move.

"I understand why you say this things, my love." Oliver soothed, rubbing his hand against Noah's dick again. Noah squirmed a bit, though Oliver seemed to ignore it. "You aren't used to living like this yet. I have something that might help with that."

The lights turned off and the TV clicked on and a black and white spiral began to swirl in the center endlessly.

"Were going to try some hypnotism. Keep your eyes on the center of the spiral. If you disobey, ill give you an extra whipping tonight." Oliver's free hand rested in Noah's hair, playing with it.

Noah obeyed, intimidated by his threat. His eyes settled on the screen and tried to relax against Oliver.

"You're a good boy." Oliver spoke into his ear, his voice gentle.

"Huh? Wh-" Noah began. His eyes nearly broke from the screen to look back at his captor.

"Shh, shh. Just relax and listen," Oliver interrupted. "You're my good boy. You belong to me."

Noah was made uncomfortable by Oliver's words, but didn't bother to move. He focused on the spiral and not his captor.

"My puppy, my pet... just relax, be calm...." Oliver's sentences seemed fuzzy and far away as he watched the spiral. Eventually, his vision started to blur. Noah was only vaguely aware as Oliver's fingers applied more pressure to his clothed dick. He didn't even react. Slowly but surely, his brain effectively shut off, leaving him staring doe-eyed at the spiral.

Round, round and round...

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Oliver mumbled sweet words into Noah's ear, noting the way he rarely ever responded. When the boy did respond, it was a simple "mm" in reaction to what Oliver had said.

It was going on two hours of this when Noah stirred slightly. Noah shushed him slightly, moving his hand in gentle circles against the other's scalp.

"You love it when I do this. You would do anything to behave and cuddle up next to me, wouldn't you?" Oliver peeked around to check on Noah, seeing his unfocused eyes and mouth hanging slightly open. A grin split Oliver's face at the sight.

Noah was finally behaving, how exciting! Even if he didn't know it, Noah's brain was being fed his words and internallising a great deal of them.

"My pet, you love being my pretty little thing; my object- my property. You fucking love it. Dumb little thing~"

After about another half hour, Oliver picked up the TV remote again.

"Noah, dear? Feel free to look away from the screen, if you'd like. I'll turn the TV off in a bit." His hand groped at the pudge of the other boy's inner thigh.

The boy shifted slightly in his lap, signaling his refocus.

•♡•

Noah blinked a couple times. Had he zoned out? For how long? It could have been hours. He shifted slightly against his master-

What?

Why did that thought even cross his mind? He brushed it off as an unwanted intrusive thought, sitting up.

He looked around, startled as the world spun in his vision. Toppling back into Oliver's lap, he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Your eyes are gonna be weird for a few minutes, keep them shut if that feels better." The low voice cooed, giving him some comfort. Since when did his voice comfort him?

"How do you feel, pet? Any different?" Oliver prompted, resting both of his hands on Noah's sides. They moved up and down soothingly.

"No, sir, I feel fine-" Noah paused, his face heating up when he realized what he said. "I-I mean-"

"Good boy," Oliver interrupted, his hand swooping up to cover Noah's mouth. "It's working, I see."

Noah slowly opened his eyes, his vision evening out. The TV was off finally, leaving the two in the darkness.

"Whaddya say we get back you back to your cage, yeah?" Oliver lifted Noah carefully.

"Of course,

Sir."

whumpee and caretaker get into a really bad argument that was mostly whumpee’s fault. maybe they said something mean on purpose or even on accident and caretaker got really offended by it. the two stop talking for a while, and after a few weeks caretaker receives a dvd in the mail. upon opening it and playing it, they see it’s a video of whumpee in whumper’s basement, their arms chained to the wall and their torso covered in blood and scars. the whumper grabs the camera and positions it in front of whumpee’s face, where they grab their chin and say: “they deserve it though, right? after what they did?” and caretaker’s whole body goes numb.

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El had no idea what to expect. They felt like that time when they first got to play with Am - only Am had been a stranger back then, while Bellamy was one of their best friends. Still, they'd never really… given it much thought, what kind of a dom he could be.

No, that was a lie. They had given it plenty of thought right after rescue, when they were still deathly afraid of him. They thought Bellamy would be an emotionless owner, desensitised to murder and cruelty. But that image of him completely dissipated over the years, and the new, the real Bellamy as a dom was a concept they truly hadn't given any thought.

The fateful day rolled around, and the scene went perfectly. El had told Bellamy they still got a little antsy when they thought back to those early days, that they felt like they only really got the horrible, nervous anticipation, and no climax. Bellamy never blew up. Never hit them. Sometimes they still felt like it was just a matter of time, and so having him hit them in a controlled manner, after previous discussion felt like a safe alternative. Bellamy had agreed, his one condition being that Kane also agreed - and Kane did, after El explained why they wanted it.

So that one went well. Unsurprisingly, Bellamy was a soft dom, way softer than Am. He relied mostly on the humiliation aspect of it, avoiding hitting El too roughly, apart from a few smacks here and there. The aftercare was gentle as could be.

The two of them subbed together as well, for Am. It was clear that Bellamy was much more at home when he could be the submissive partner, and Am was just amazing at juggling the two of them at the same time, giving them each tasks and punishments that pushed their limits. The way Bellamy looked at them while taking the most extreme of tortures never failed to amuse and flatter El. They had never felt so accomplished.

And then came the next idea. El couldn't get it out of their head. They knew Bellamy liked subbing more than he liked domming, and thanks to some conversations they'd had before, they also knew that Bellamy wouldn't mind having his power stripped away mid-scene… which gave them an idea that would result in probably the most satisfying scene for all of them, with their individual preferences. Bellamy would start out domming El, then have his authority ripped away from him by Am. Bellamy would get put in his place, Am would get to force him to his knees and have his usual fun with El, and El would get to experience the best of both worlds. Flawless. All three of them agreed readily.

~

"Whatever is going on with you today, dear?" Bellamy tipped El's head up with his shoe, exposing the equal parts needy and stupid look on their face. It was clear that they were already deep in subspace, a trance only rivalled by being literally hypnotised. 

"I…" Their face flushed at the sight of Bellamy's condescending smile, useless little brain working overdrive to be able to string together some words. "I just- I… I'm… eager t-to, to…"

"To please?" El whimpered, clearly against their will, and Bellamy chuckled. "I know, darling. It's written all over your face."

El shifted, lower lip trembling as if they were about to cry. They lowered themself some more, rubbing their cheek against the familiar shoe. It wasn't Bellamy's - he borrowed one from Am, one that was more run down and dirty, since his own were all pristine. No point in cleaning shoes that were already sparkling. 

They would've held up his leg for him too, had their hands not been cuffed behind their back earlier. Padded silver cuffs... Bellamy had no reason not to start out soft, since Am would pick it up later, and he would no doubt significantly increase the intensity.

"I suppose you've earned it," he mused, and El's entire face lit up. 

"Please, Bellamy-"

"That's Mr. Caruso for you, pet."

Another small whimper, El's eyes fluttering closed for a second. "Y-Yes, Mr. Caruso. I apologise."

"Good boy."

He pushed his shoe a little more against their cheek, and El didn't waste a second. They turned their head and began kissing it with such enthusiasm that it made Bellamy's breath hitch.

They must've looked so pathetic. Their devotion must've been so overwhelming for someone not quite used to domming in general. They couldn't bring themself to ponder on it for too long.

It was so easy to earn Bellamy's praise. Even after making a mistake like that, he didn't withhold the kind words for longer than a second. All it took was a correction and an apology, and it was as if nothing had happened. Pleasing him felt nice. It felt right.

"Eyes on me, darling." 

El looked up at him, seeing that same damn smirk and- and something else too, something soft and loving. Warmth.

They tried to kiss his shoe again, hitting thin air where it should've been. Bellamy pulled his foot away.

They crawled just a bit closer on their knees, trying one more time, and failing again. They whined in frustration, heat rising to their cheeks.

Did he want them to beg for it? 

"P-Please, Mr. Caruso…" 

"Please what?"

El struggled to keep eye contact, but he wanted to be good, he wanted to be praised again. "Please, let m-me…" He needed to be praised again. "Let me k-kiss your shoes, please, Mr. Caruso. P-Please, I'll earn it, I'll d-do a good job…"

"I don't want you to kiss them, dear." Bellamy shoved his shoe right back in their face, prompting a surprised yelp. "Instead of indulging in your own perverted fantasies, I want you to make yourself useful and clean them. Or is that too complex a task for you?"

"No!" El cursed their overexcited reactions, trying to control their tone. "N-No, I- I can do that, p-please let me make myself useful for you-"

"My, I would've expected a little more enthusiasm in that begging," he teased, grinning at just how eager El really was. 

"Please!" El's voice broke with the overwhelming desperation, but they barely felt the shame anymore. "Please, please let me, I'll do it well, I'm enthusiastic, please!" 

Bellamy sighed, theatrical and exaggerated. "I suppose I could give you a chance."

"Thank you," they barely got it out before starting on their task, absolutely hellbent on proving their worth. Bellamy wanted clean shoes, and Bellamy would get clean shoes. 

"Good boy…" he murmured, earning a pleased little sound. "You're doing a marvellous job, darling…"

El was panting with their tongue out like a proper dog by the time they were done, and Bellamy ruffled their hair as a gesture of appreciation. If they'd had a tail, they would've been wagging it the whole time. 

And then the door was thrown open - just as Bellamy was cupping El's face to tell them what a sweet thing they were. El flinched back and scrambled to get away from him, whimpering like a kicked puppy when Am grabbed them by the collar.

"What's going on in here?" he asked calmly, and while it made El go limp and docile in his hold in hopes of a less severe punishment, Bellamy's smug grin only widened. 

"The dear pet and I were playing." He cocked his head to the side, looking up at the other with a look that said 'what are you gonna do about it?' Am stared him down until the facade cracked, Bellamy breaking out in goosebumps. 

"He didn't-"

"Shut it." 

El swallowed and stayed quiet, giving up on trying to defend Bellamy. 

Am shoved them to the floor roughly, his attention clearly directed at the bigger threat to his authority. "Were you, now? Why don't we play a little too?"

Bellamy was roughly grabbed and yanked off the bed, pushed against the wall with calculated force. His eyes went wide with shock at just how quickly it had all been turned on him, his breathing quickening. “Am-”

“I’ve drawn very clear lines in the sand, haven’t I?” He cut them off immediately, making Bellamy’s mouth snap shut. “That’s my pet. Mine to play with. Haven’t I told you that?”

“You have-”

“So pray tell.” Am’s voice was low, all of his words deliberate and pointed. “Why were you touching them?”

Bellamy couldn’t answer, and Am wasn’t filling in the gap for him. He let the man squirm under his gaze, mouth opening and closing without uttering a single word. He slowly and cautiously lifted his hand, placing it on Am’s that was holding him hostage by the wall by the collar of his shirt. It might’ve been the start of a doomed plan to push him away altogether, but Am didn’t wait to find out.

“Bellamy…” His mouth curled into a condescending smile, making the other freeze. “I’m just now telling you off for touching what’s not yours. Don’t you want to keep those hands to yourself?”

His hand dropped back down instantly. “Yes, sir,” he breathed, and Am’s grin widened. 

“Oh, now it’s suddenly yes, sir.” He let go of Bellamy’s shirt and placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing down. There was little resistance before he fell to his knees, and Am stepped away with a pleased look on his face, walking back to the bed and taking his rightful place where Bellamy had been sitting just a few minutes ago. 

El hadn’t moved an inch from where Am had dropped them, watching his every move intently. Bellamy was finally on his knees as well, right where he belonged. Am let out a satisfied little sigh, allowing himself a moment to simply take it all in. Two pets to do with as he pleased. 

“Well then. Let’s just remind everyone how things should go in here.”

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now- listen this entire thing is just me being horny for bellamy and looking for a chance to be able to write him as a dom. i admit that. im a sinner- also a note, allll four of the spk babies share a surname because am's parents adopted kane... kane has a loving family now... and obviously el married am, bellamy married kane, so they just all share the name caruso now :)

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