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The bright sign buzzed above the drainians’ heads. A chill hung in the air, breeze rattling each person to their core, most huddling together for warmth. Many complained of it, remarking that it was almost summer, and yet cold fronts kept sneaking into the Grove.

And in the middle of it all, stood the former bizzyboys.

Bananathaniel was tapping his foot in annoyance, checking his watch every minute or so. He nudged and bumped into Alexei, both for warmth and entertainment. The latter was whining to any and everyone who would listen. 

“I'm hungryyyyy, we had a table reserved for 20 minutes ago! Why wasn't one, I don't know, RESERVED?!” 

He continued to complain, earning a gentle pat on the back from Grujaja.

Grujaja didn't say anything, shifting his weight from leg to leg in discomfort, anxiously looking through the sea of people he lay in wait within the restaurant's entrance. It took everything in his being not to dart out of the place; the promise of a good, hearty (and free, to boot,) steak kept his fidgeting feet grounded. Sweat was visibly dribbling down his forehead, buzzer held in hand. 

He was the one that asked to hold it, Ban found it funny he was so nervous for when it buzzed.

Patty piped up, lucky enough to find a seat amidst the crowd.

“Aww don't worry! Waitress said it'd only be five more minutes!”

“Five more minutes… of TORTURE!” Wailed Alexei. He hung off of Ban's shoulder for dramatic effect.

Patty only giggled from her seat, fiddling with a small stuffed animal she had sat on her lap. There was a faint tune played over an intercom, and the small plush limbs were being moved to the beat. Grujaja enjoyed watching the little dance. Patty noticed his attention and got more enthusiastic with the movements.

Alexei, growing more and more irritated, starting whispering hushed complaints to Ban, who only rolled his eyes and nodded along. Whatever he was talking about, it shifted from him having a soured expression, to a bashful, yet eager one.

A new voice drew everyone's attention, barely heard among the chatter of patrons.

“Ah, there ya guys are, I'd recognize Alexei’s death rattle anywhere.”

“VIB!”

Vibiano squeezed past several people with a worn-out-looking Capochin in tow. The former flipped her hair out of her face– she decided against a wig today– and smiled.

“Dont’cha know it’s fashionable ta be late?”

“Fashionable ta be needy too–” The remark from Capochin earned him a harsh tug of his ear.

“QUIDDIT!” He hissed. 

Vibiano was idly greeting everyone, happily divulging any new gossip he had gathered from the last time they all met up. Capochin, however, was a bit more taciturn. He rocked from one leg to another, a bit wobbly on his feet, but no one paid any mind. 

Especially not Ban and Alexei, whose hushed whispers grew into full on mischievous giggles and glances to the rest of the crew. Only Vibiano and Capochin took notice, the former not caring, and the latter not wanting to know. He only mustered an annoyed flick of the tail, hoping it’d die down once they sat at their table.

Whenever dat’d be.

A yelp alerted them of the buzzer finally going off. It had only taken 45 minutes past their initial reservation, and Grujaja was holding the stubbornly vibrating device to anyone who’d grab it first to return it to a waitress. One could mistake his grip on the buzzer as one he'd have on a particularly gross, slimy fish.

Well, speak of da devil, Capochin supposed.

Vibiano was the first to act, gently plucking it out of Grujaja’s shaking hands and ushering everyone inside to the waiter’s podium. They were seated at a cozy, U-shaped booth that comfortably fit all of the former bizzyboys.

Grujaja sat at the end of the booth, closest to the exit, hating to be closed off between people. Despite the proximity to the waitresses, he found more comfort in the liberty of being able to get up (possibly to flee) whenever needed. Vibiano and Capochin sat next to him, tails hooked lazily around each other, occasionally tugging when certain innuendo came in conversation. 

Patty sat in the middle with her small stuffed animal in front of her staring back. She’d contribute to conversation with everyone, to laugh or ask questions, before periodically leaning into the plush to “listen” to its input. No one minded, and actively asked the toy what it thought as well. It was endlessly entertaining to watch Patty lift the plush in her hands to charade a reply, everyone trying to interpret it’s mute conversation. 

And, finally, there was Ban and Alexei. Sat at the other end of the booth. They were definitely up to something at this point, contributing to conversation amongst everyone the least, except when Alexei found another opportunity to whine, or Ban to get hung up on a needlessly semantic retort. 

Capochin opted to ignore them for the night. 

Vibiano was amused. 

The rest still hadn’t noticed.

It didn’t matter, anyway. They were positively buzzing. Even Grujaja was excited for the lovely food, chatting much more than his usual curt responses. Not that many of them were heard over the enthusiastic cheers of Patty and Vibiano, and the famished wails of Alexei. 

The hushed conversations between Ban and Alexei hadn’t stopped, far from it, but having been sat at the table only furthered Alexei’s desperation for something to eat. Anything. 

Everyone’s sure Ban’s eardrums ruptured with the ensuing excited shout when the waitress brought him complimentary rolls. 

Grujaja had stepped hard on Ban’s foot in fear to boot.

When the appetizers arrived, the chatter hushed, everyone was too focused on eating. 

Except Ban and Alexei. 

They kept feeding each other, or rather, Ban feeding Alexei, and when he tried to eat from Alexei’s plate, was swatted away hastily. He didn’t care much, just revelling in the happy, albeit loud, moans from Alexei. 

That could’ve been ignored in of itself, everyone knew they were close, until the remarks started. 

“Awh, big boy, ya’ve already eaten so much of my food! Yer sucha greedy thing… Don’t ya think ya had enough?” Ban winked at the other, a handsy palm rubbing circles into Alexei’s stomach for emphasis. Grujaja, sat across from the two, blushed at the display.

“Eyy, c’moonn tootsie pop, quit teasin’ me and just’ gimme more of dat onion thing, I'm still staaaaarving ova here!” Alexei, usually the bashful type, slung a firm arm over Ban’s shoulder, leaning in with a wide smirk.

“Oh I’ll give ya plentyyy of dis bloomin’ onion. Ya can have it awll- ‘n’ then I’ll get anotha! Ain’t dat whatcha want, sweet cheeks?” 

Vibiano gave a smirk, not really minding the display, but looked to the side to see Capochin gripping his fork and knife until his knuckles went white, and decided to speak up. 

“Why don’t youse 'n' ya ‘big boy’ pump da brakes a bit, hm? While I ain’t complainin’ at da whole shtick ya gots goin’ on, I think Grujaja’s about to pop a vessel.”

Grujaja only flushed further, worsened by a smug look from Ban. 

“Oh yeah? Well, if he wants a turn, we can arrange dat at a later date!” Ban winked towards the large drainian, watching him flounder and fluster, finally opting to hide his face in his flowing blouse’s sleeve.

Capochin rubbed a heavy hand down his face, looking towards Patty for any reprieve. Maybe she was uncomfortable, or agreeing with him it was a bit too much. 

No dice. 

She was happily muttering to her plush all the naughty activities the other two usually got up to, and to “not tell anyone else, it’s private!”

I can’t be da only one bothered by dis, he cut into his steak with renewed vigor. 

Whateva, we’re all here togetha and I ain’t gonna start rainin’ on da parade.

A deep breath, an appreciative glance at Vibiano, and a heavy exhale, and Capochin found some semblance of peace. His steak was damn good, too. 

His relaxation lasted only about 10 minutes. 

Ban had stolen a piece of his steak to feed to Alexei, who didn’t even have a second thought about the theft when he damn near bit Ban’s finger off to eat it. To boot, he made a huge show out of it, then had the audacity to ask Capochin for more. 

“Keep ya grubby paws off my food! Youse have plenty of ya own, order anotha drainin’ appetizer if ya so inclined, just– Hands– Off!” 

He jabbed a knife towards the offending drainians for emphasis. Now he was in a hurry to eat his own plate, not trusting these two to behave and not steal yet another piece. What a pain. 

Ban only smiled, leaning heavily on his palm looking directly at his former boss.

“Well I gotta keep da big boy fed, y’know? Can’tcha hear him? Practically starvin’ in his seat, ain’t dat right toots?” 

“Yeah bawss, can’t be helped ya know?” 

Alexei patted his stomach in an obnoxious motion. Capochin could feel his blood pressure rising. 

As if they read his mind, they started actually eating from their respective plates now.

They seemed to mind their own business, for now, at least, and kept chatting and teasing amongst themselves. 

Grujaja was humiliated, having watched the entire scene awash with second-hand embarrassment. If the huge bulge that strained against his jeans when he stood up was any indicator, it couldn’t have been only embarrassment muddling his brain. Grujaja fled into the bathroom, great, and Vibiano stood up to make sure he wasn’t self combusting. 

Patty just watched the entire time, happily munching on her chicken tenders, amused. 

“I think he’s considerin’ da offer, Ban.” 

“Oooooh my… I hope so! Need me ta get dat one under my finger too, what a nice hunk’a meat–” 

“Both of youse– SHUT. YER. TRAP– For da rest of dis drainin’ dinner, ya hear?!” 

Ban held his mouth in a tight, straight line, eyes still clearly crinkled in glee. Alexei pouted a bit, having the audacity to roll his eyes at the command, which only made Capochin’s heart rate spike. With a huff, the ex-leader stared at his plate. 

Eugh, he groaned, picking at the rest of his plate. I’m not even dat hungry anymore. 

The air had grown a bit stiff, Patty also picking at her plate uninterestedly, but she amused herself with taking pictures of bites being raised towards her bunny’s lips as if it was eating the rest for her. Capochin admired her ability to entertain herself, he didn’t know how she did it, but it was effortless. 

He tried to ignore the renewed whispering heard across from him, gripping the edge of the table to keep his composure, before turning to Patty. He might as well try and spur conversation, maybe make a bit of a better impression on her after…

Capochin tried not to think about it, he’s felt guilty enough as is. 

“So, uh, youse enjoyin’ da meal?” 

“Mm?” Patty gave him a blank stare, almost uncertain he was talking to her. The pause was awkward, Capochin trying to muster a polite smile. 

Drain, I’m bad at dis. 

“Oh… Yeah!!!! It’s super tasty, I’ve neva been ova here before, all da waiters seem supa nice too. One even said hi to my little Daisy!” She raised the stuffed bunny for emphasis. 

Capochin chuckled, a genuine chuckle, before eyeing the plush. 

“Oh yeah? ‘N’ I hope da bunny was respectful back.”

“She was! For da most part, she’s real sassy sometimes. Sometimes rude! But it’s okay, it’s not hurtin’ anybodies all dat much by da end of da day.” 

“Oh really? Coulda had me fooled, she looks too sweet.”

“Dat’s how she gets ya!” 

Another laugh from Capochin, which seemed to make Patty’s eyes sparkle. Good, good, I’m doin’ good, he thought. 

The thought fizzled out quickly, as he ran out of words to say and the air grew stiff again. It wasn’t helped by the two troublemakers giggling under their breath. Ugh, he wondered what got into them. 

He also started to wonder why Vibiano and Grujaja were taking so long in the bathroom. It had to have been about ten minutes now, had he missed something? What if Grujaja was more upset than he thought, and he had made a bolt for it. What if Vibiano had run after him? 

He knew Vib, if given half a chance to show how she could run in heels, he would. 

The air was growing more awkward by the minute, Capochin stuck in the mental anguish of not snapping at Ban and Al, and unable to continue conversation with Patty. 

Just as he was about to go to the bathroom to check on them, Vibiano had the larger drainian in tow behind her, gently lowering himself back into the seat with Grujaja mutely following. 

“What took youse so long? Thought ya bailed.”

“After I dragged you here? Puh-lease. I still want dat dessert!” 

Grujaja was flushed from head to toe. His zipper was undone, and the hair that had been somewhat wrestled into a ponytail was now splayed out every which way. Large uneven strands framing his face. 

Vibiano was perfect as ever, give or take a newfound frizz that was at the back of her head. 

“...Do I even wanna know?”

“Nawt if you’d get jealous.” 

“Might be more jealous of youse dan I am of Gruja–”

Vibiano playfully smacked Capochin with a feigned, affronted gasp. Capochin felt himself relax a little more, almost forgetting his frustration with his ex-subordinates.

He finally managed to finish his plate, the others catching up pretty swiftly as well, minus the two who had long since finished their entrees and then some. 

The waitress finally returned, picking up discarded plates and glasses.

“Anyone up for desserts?”

Capochin, now back in a good mood, replied lightheartedly.

“Oh– ha– no, thank ya. Can’t fit anotha b—”

“YES PLEASE!”

Everyone at the table jumped at the shout, even surrounding patrons tossed quizzical, somewhat annoyed glances. 

The waitress was no exception, scrambling quickly for composure again and pulling out her trusty pen and pad. 

“Alright, what would we like to get? My personal favorite is the apple pie!”

Alexei lurched forward, tilting the table up and threatening to throw plates onto the drainians on the other side.

“Oo– yeah! I’ll take two a dose, ‘n’ can I get two big ol’ brownies, too?” 

“Make it three!” Ban chirped. 

“Yeah! Three!” 

Capochin eyed them suspiciously, already knowing they were up to no good. Grujaja mumbled something next to him, which cut his glare short.

“What was dat, Grujaja?” 

“...Brownie, please. It sounds really good.” 

“Only if ya share, Grujaja!” Ban said.

Grujaja’s hair stood on end, bristling at the thought. Whatever they were doing, he wasn’t sure he could partake. Vibiano noticed his discomfort immediately.

“Keep ya nasty paws off his dessert! Dese nails I got on ain’t just for show, I’ll claw ya eyes out if ya touch his treat, gots it?” 

“Oooo, big bad Vibby! I was only teasin’! He don’t gotta share it if he don’t wanna, I’ll only be so wounded forever and always.” 

Grujaja whined, tail flicking between his legs.

Vibiano’s nostrils flared, feeling somewhat protective of the large, shy drainian. The expression he held was one of pure apprehension, almost silently urging the two to try anything funny with Grujaja’s dessert, just to see what they’d get in return.

It dissipated the millisecond the waitress returned, earning whoops and hollers from the raucous pair. She tried to disperse the desserts amongst all the ex-bizzies, but was quickly corrected when Alexei yanked the plates from the others. He licked his lips in anticipation as he cluttered the plates in an awkward circle around himself, almost getting a hold of Grujaja’s in the process. 

Vibiano’s venomous glare was the only thing that kept Alexei's greed at bay.

Alexei, to the shock of everyone, forgoed the use of silverware completely, grabbing pies and brownies with his bare hands to shove into his mouth. He barely gave himself time to chew as he crammed another large handful of his chosen dessert into his awaiting maw. 

Each bite had moans and sighs spilling from his lips, barely muffled by his open mouth chewing. His blatant gluttony, which, interjected only by the occasional hearty belch, was promptly praised by Ban with an obnoxiously flirtatious tone. Ban was getting real handsy himself, rubbing and cooing against Alexei. His wandering palms had already slipped down to Alexei’s stomach, then his thighs, then his inner thigh, taking time to give the soft area an extra grope. His hand lingered for an uncomfortable second, shooting a wink at Alexei, the other drainian returning the gesture with an excited giggle. 

The display would continue until he heard a keen, and then he’d move back up to his stomach.

Capochin was appalled, stunned into silence. His jaw hung open slightly in a scowl. Vibiano wasn’t faring much better; a vein in her forehead throbbing from her silent, simmering rage.

Ban noticed, of course, the shocked audience surrounding them only made him up the ante, grabbing the hem of Al’s already tightening shirt. His fingers danced beneath the fabric, trailing farther and farther up as praise spilled from his lips. 

"Maybe we should’a jus’ ditched da shirt in da first place, eh? Ya look better without it, anyway, sweet thang. Gut dis impressive– youse gotta show it off, don’tcha think?" 

Ban drawled on, earning back flustered chuckles from his counterpart as he continued groping him, a gasp from Alexei cutting the laughs short all but guaranteeing everyone noticed he brushed against a nipple.

Grujaja only managed a few bites from his own dessert, before losing his appetite completely, instead choosing to bury his beet red face in his hands. Any attempt to block out the offending parties was worth naught, however.

Ban whispered something into Alexei’s ear, watching his face flush, seemingly staggering him in the act he was participating in. His shock was only worsened when Ban, with a huff!, swung himself over Alexei’s lap.

Patty covered her plush’s eyes, squawking indignantly.

“EY! C’mon yew guys!! Ya can’t be doin’ dat here, someone's gonna see!”

She was promptly ignored.

Alexei had torn through his desserts lightning-fast, huffing and panting at the pressure of Ban against his torso.

“Mmphff– Ban– Ya makin’ it hard to get dat last dessert–”

“Eh? Youse already finished all ya plates! Haven’t ya had enough, toots? Or ya really wanna show everyone here how much a big boy like you can pack away?”

Several surrounding patrons blanched at their overheard words.

“Alexei. Ban–” Capochin warned, voice a near-growl.

“Mmm.. Y’know, if yew keep it up– yew’ll be just as big as Hecta, now, wouldn’tcha? Maybe even bigger.”

Ban dared to glance at Capochin as he spoke, a smirk stretched across his face, snapping the last bit of patience the ex-leader had.

“DAT’S ENOUGH!!!”

Everyone froze, even the surrounding tables groaned in annoyance at the continued noise. Capochin stood, quickly stomping over to the offending pair, and wrenching Ban off of Alexei by his scruff, shoving napkins into the latter’s palms in a silent command to clean up. He pushed the smaller drainian forward, almost knocking him over, pointing to the entrance of the restaurant and barked.

“EVERYONE TO THE VAN, NOW. I’LL PAY, ‘N’ DEN WE’RE LEAVIN’! GOT IT!?”

A chorus of “yes boss” was muttered amongst the group, minus Vibiano and Grujaja, who were too stunned to speak. Capochin caught the slight color in Vib’s cheeks, opting to ignore it.

As they shuffled to the van, they waited in a stilted silence for Capochin to emerge from the restaurant, no doubt paying double in tips than what he normally would.

Finally, after what felt like decades, he stormed out of the double doors to the van, ripping the door open and slamming it shut, earning jumps from everyone.

“WHEN I GET HOME, I’M HAVIN’ A LIL CHAT WITH YOUSE TWO. AN’ UNTIL DEN, I DON'T WANNA HEAR ANOTHA WOID OUTTA EITHER OF YA!”

Ban and Alexei exchanged looks, Alexei nervously glancing, while Ban seemed only all too happy about the circumstances.

The van sputtered to life and sped off, the entire drive to Capochin’s house sat in suffocating silence, interjected only by Vibiano and Capochin’s harsh whispers in the front seat.

—

The ensuing scolding had far exceeded their expectations. Alexei tried to scurry away, but the attempt was cut short as he was swept off his feet the second he answered Capochin’s call and walked into the ex-boss’ bedroom. Vib looked down smugly at her work of bringing the bigger drainian down. Ban, on the other hand, got the rougher end of the handling, being pinned to the wall by Capochin himself for some more up close and personal questioning.

“SO– Did youse two plan on gettin’ on all our nerves’ from da get go, or does embarassin’ everyone in da room jus’ come naturally?”

The glance they shared answered Capochin’s question.

“Oooohhhhhh, I see, so it was on poipose, hm? Punishment’s gettin’ worse now.”

“WHATNONO– HEY I–” Al started, a gentle heel pressing his head back into the floor muffled his tirade of excuses. Vibiano, unfazed, shook her head slightly, letting out an amused huff at Alexei’s plight.

Ban only smirked, getting on Capochin’s last nerve.

“Awwh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about dat, bawss?”

"I’ll show ya what I’ll fuckin’ do abouts it."

Capochin wasted no time wrestling the other to the ground, reveling in the pained shout when he dug his knee into Ban’s leg. He chuckled to himself as Ban squirmed pathetically under him, watching as he had the audacity to complain about the treatment. 

“It was just a silly drainin’ joke! Youse got all ya panties in a knot over a joke?!?!?”

Capochin was through with responding to the other’s retorts, and with a harsh tug, wrenched Ban’s arms behind his back. 

“Vibiano, gimme da rope.”

“Aye aye, Capo!” 

Before Vibiano left Al, she tugged on Alexei’s hair to whisper in his ear. Her sickly sweet smile betrayed her words.

“Don’t move, pretty thing, or else.” 

The noise that left his lips was a pathetic one. 

“Oohh! Big bad Capochin gonna tie me up, huh?! As if I’d make it dat easy for ya–” Came Ban’s retort, once again grating against Capochin’s nerves, wriggling in the fierce hold. He was quickly silenced by three fingers wedging themselves between his lips. The older drainian leaned down, and with a growl, warned Ban.

“Youse already in da shit, wanna keep tryin’ ya luck? ‘Cause I ain’t goin’ lightly on youse. Drain,” he turned to Alexei, who was watching the show with wide eyes. “I ain’t goin’ easy on either of youse.” 

Vibiano had dipped into Capochin’s closet, fishing through a hidden bag full of his toys and gear, before grabbing a selection of things: rope, a double ended dildo, and a wand that looked slightly crusted. 

After a joyful skip, she joined Capochin back in the room, happily handing all the gear to the ex-leader.

“All dat ain't what I asked for–” Capochin grumbled, one hand grabbing only the rope from Vibiano.

“No, but from da looks of it, seems like ya need help in keepin’ em quiet! And since dey both were in on it, why not wrap em up all nice ‘n’ neat together? Punishment only works if all da trouble-makers get a lesson.”

“Now hold on–!” Al whined, quickly hushed by Vibiano walking over to him, double-sided toy in hand. “Vib–!”

Vibiano only smiled, grabbing the sides of Alexei's face with one hand. She pushed against his cheeks, forcing his mouth open, long nails inadvertently digging into his dimples.

She spoke in a low tone.

“Open wide, now, pup. Don't ya wanna be good? Ya don't wanna be in any more trouble, do ya?”

Alexei whined, giving Vibiano a pitiful look, to which she was, again, unfazed. With a slow nod, he conceded, Vibiano gently pushing the toy past his lips.

“Now get dat other trouble-maker ova here! Dey should be facin’ eachother while dey're facin’ da consequences.”

Capochin, who had been firmly tying Ban's arms behind him, grinned smugly at Vibiano's plan, dragging the squawking nerd closer to Alexei. Ban's constant complaining fell on deaf ears. He had plenty of rope left, and started tugging it around Alexei's arms. The toy in the drainian's mouth bobbed, almost slipping out as he huffed at the binds.

Vibiano was quick to remind Alexei.

“Now keep that toy in ya mouth! Don'tcha dare let it slip, big boy.”

Capochin was quick to finish the binds, letting the small excess bits of rope fall lamely to the floor.

“Vibby, get all my belts from da closet.”

“Aye aye, handsome!”

Capochin rolled his eyes.

“‘N’ while ya at it, get dat short lead with two collars, too.”

The gear was grabbed and dropped into Capochin’s hand, and he gently slung a collar over each drainian's neck. Alexei had helpfully lifted his head from the ground, watching as Capochin adjusted the collar to fit his neck.

Ban, on the other hand, was the opposite. Wrestling, thrashing, even attempting to headbutt Capochin, Ban had tried his best to defy his ex-boss at any turn. He succeeded for a bit, rubbing it in with a snarky remark, before Capochin wrenched his head up and hastily clipped the collar to his neck.

He clasped a small link to Ban's collar, tugging him closer to Alexei and he wriggled. Vibiano held the double ended toy that was already in the other's mouth to Ban’s lips, urging him to open up before they closed the distance with the small connecting lead.

“Anythin’ youse wanna say before you're gaggin’ on this toy with your little partner in crime? A sorry would be a start.”

“Go to drain,” Ban spat, cheeky grin never leaving his face.

“So be it.”

The toy was shoved into Ban's mouth, and the collars around their necks were pulled in close by the small connecting leash. They were trapped into holding the toy in their mouths, both gagging and drooling around it.

Capochin wasn't done.

The older drainian hadn't forgotten about the other toys and gear Vibiano had grabbed, using a belt, Hector's, from the huge size of it, and wrapped it around the writhing duos’ chests, pressing their breasts together. 

It couldn't hurt ta make sure dey won't find a way to take da toy out of deir mouths, he mused.

He grabbed another belt, an old one of his that didn't fit, and wrapped their feet together at the ankle. The more their movements were restricted, the more they seemed to wriggle in protest, which amused Capochin. 

He had two belts left, and while he stared at them in contemplation, Vibiano extended the wand she had retrieved. Capochin's face split into a wicked grin, hastily grabbing the toy and plugging it in.

Alexei saw the toy buzz to life, eyes pleading at Capochin as the wand was wedged between both their crotches. 

“Awh, don't gimme dat look, pup. Ya made ya bed, now lay in it.”

Capochin reached down to both of them, plucking off their glasses for their own comfort. Not dat it mattahs much, he thought with a laugh. Alexei whined at the theft, angling his head futilely towards the hand that held his prized shades.

“Ah, ah, ah, you'll get dese back afta da punishment.”

He used a belt to fasten the wand around Ban's thigh, deriving a sadistic joy from his sudden jolts of pleasure. The last belt was used to hold their crotches together, strapped firmly under their asses to ensure they couldn't wriggle free of the wand's vibrations.

Capochin stood back to admire his work, seeing how the belts and rope hugged their figures. Alexei especially had a nice squish to him, rolls spilling over the leather. Ban had a nice amount of spillage, too, but nothing compared to Capochin's prized pup.

“Ya can go now Vibby, thanks for da help.”

“Ohh… Foine. Wanted to watch a bit, but I suppose that'd ruin the point, hm?”

“Yeah, want ‘em to sit ‘n’ think abouts what dey done,” His hand trailed over Ban's ass as he spoke, giving it a hard slap. Ban recoiled and moaned.

“Hehe, whateva ya say bawss.”

Vibiano blew the two a kiss before turning on his heel and leaving the room. Capochin eyed the two, gripping the cheek he had slapped on Ban with a vice grip, enough to hurt.

“Now listen up, pups, here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna check on youse in an hour, see how yal are doin’, see if ya learned ya lesson. ‘N’ if not? Anotha hour. Capische?” 

Instead of replying, the two directed their attention to each other. Alexei started (ineffectively, judging as he had a gag in his mouth) scolding Ban, who only smiled or jovially rolled his eyes at the other. This only fuelled Alexei, his muffled gargles growing in volume until Capochin's voice cut the air.

“Now, now, dere's no need ta fight. Dis is a bondin’ excercise! Why don't youse just–” Capochin grabbed the back of their heads, pushing them closer. “Meet in da middle?”

Their gagging and slight retches were music to his ears, and he held them there for a few moments longer to savour them. They sputtered and gasped once he let go, wriggling temporarily dampened by the lack of air.

With a chuckle, Capochin finally stood, turning to leave the room. Just before he closed the door he regarded the two drainians with a sly smile.

“Well, see youse on da flip side! Have fun.”

The door clicked shut.

—

The first hour was filled with moans from the both of them. Every movement from one drainian tormented the other, every shift and thrust pushing toys further into the other's mouth or dick. The binds weren’t budging, as much as Al had tried to wriggle out, and after his movement made him gag several times against the double-ended dildo, he gave up. 

Ban only watched with amusement, eyes crinkled up. He was enjoying this too much, and it was driving Al crazy; being spared from his snide remarks didn’t matter when every inch of his body displayed a twisted joy at his situation. His smugness was only broken up by the wand starting to get him closer to the edge, writhing and rutting until his voice went out and he came.

How many times was it now? 4? 5?

Al wasn’t so lucky, he felt like this was a trial of some sort. Er, I guess it is, huh? He had gotten close so many times, sputtering and thrusting harshly to no avail, he’d only shift the toy slightly out of the perfect spot, leaving him shouting in frustration– or into another orgasm for Ban. It didn’t help that the smug, slightly weary look Ban gave him was starting to piss him off. 

No fair… 

Just as Ban was reaching his 6th climax, the door clicked open, causing Al to jump. Ban had no reaction, he was too preoccupied– his voice raising into a whiny, high pitch.

Alexei tried to look as pleading as possible to Capochin as the older drainian circled the two. Capochin ignored it, admiring his handiwork.

“Youse behavin’ in here or what?”

Alexei could barely hear the question above Ban's raucour, and even then, it's not like he could reply. All he did was uselessly wriggle, still feigning his trademark puppy-dog eyes to his superior.

“Ah-ah-ah, I don't wanna see none of dat today. Ya know what youse did.”

Capochin leaned down, testing each bind with a hearty tug. All seemed to be holding well. 

Whining was heard from Alexei, wriggling uselessly at each tug, still convinced that if he whined just enough, looked pathetic enough, Capochin would spare him another hour.

The older drainian seemed to have other plans.

“Alright. Ahem– GRUJAJA!” 

There was a heavy, quick series of footsteps leading up to the door, Grujaja peeking through a crack in the door.

“Youse watch over ‘em yeah? Dey've been tryin’ ta loosen their binds,” Alexei squawked indignantly, while Ban (now coming down from his climax) just rolled his eyes in jest, “--AND, dey embarrassed ya at dat restaurant, right? I think youse should get to play wit’ em a little bit for dat, what d'ya say?”

Grujaja, who had a soured expression when walking in, softened at the idea, trotting over and sitting next to the offending pair. Alexei ramped up his pathetic act anew, wriggling and whining to an amused Ban and unimpressed Grujaja. 

Grujaja didn't bother humoring him. He just grumbled and placed a firm hand onto Alexei to still him.

“Don't care,” he supplied curtly.

“HHFFF!!!” 

Alexei would stomp if he could, punishing Ban's ensuing laugh with pushing the gag further into the other's mouth. The ensuing choke was only punctuated by more laughter once he stopped sputtering. Ban, of course, tried to get Alexei back.

Grujaja watched the entire time, unmoving as the two kept writhing and bickering amidst their binds. His expression was unreadable, but imagining as he barely blinked, he was probably enjoying the show.

Everytime they'd get a bit too rowdy, Grujaja would be quick to interject, and thus another hour ensued.

— 

Capochin announced his arrival at the end of the second hour with a hummed tune, observing the two punished bizzies with a smile that could be mistaken for caring. 

“Now, how youse holdin’ up?”

Alexei tried to scream/groan, aggravation from his edging only growing exponentially with each passing minute. His voice cracked during, causing Capochin to laugh, and Grujaja to cover his ears.

“Aw, not a good sport, are ya? Shame, youse should take some notes from ya friend over dere.”

He gestured to a blissed out Ban, whose voice had started to give out fully. Disjointed, airy sighs and moans slipped out, but nothing more.

Alexei continued his garbled rant, huffing and thrashing where he could. At this rate, Grujaja started to pity the man, albeit slightly, and reached down to stroke a palm through Al's sweaty, frizzy hair.

The look he gave in return was only venomous.

“Now, no reason to be nasty to Gruja. What's da reason ya in trouble again? Oh yeah…. I remember.”

Alexei shouted again, slapping his tail uselessly against the floor.

“Alright! Anotha hour den!” 

The shouts only increased. Alexei couldn't believe it, and his incessant shifting made the binds creak around his joints.

“Now, since ya so kindly made my decision real easy, I'll made dis easier for you two! Gruja?”

“Whatcha need, boss?”

“Lift em up onta da bed, wontcha?”

“Mmmhm.”

As if they were paperweights, the large drainian hoisted them up to Capochin and Hector's bed. They were dropped down with little ceremony, wheezing at the fall.

“Yeah, ain't dat comfier? You're welcome! 

A two pronged hum came from Ban, very noticeably a “thank you.”

“Why… You hear dat, Gruja? I think Ban's gettin’ it! If only Alexei would follow his steps.”

Alexei dared to roll his eyes.

“Eh, whateva. Youse were stayin’ another hour anyway. Bye now!” 

Capochin left once more, and Alexei weakly groaned as Grujaja resumed his petting.

He'd just be stuck here for longer, stewing in his frustrations. 

I didn't even desoive dis…!

—

Alexei didn't know how much longer of this he could take. The wand between his legs was starting to get scalding, still buzzing away at his dick. Ban wasn't even trying to speak or move, all his jolts were subconscious now. He looked braindead, expression hazy and erotic in an exhausted, overstimulated way.

And Alexei still hadn't finished once.

His brain wasn't faring much better, thoughts scrambled and thrumming with so much pent up energy he could feel a migraine coming on.

The worst part yet was the bed they had been placed on. He could tell from the stench it reeked of sweat and sex. Sweat and sex unrelated to him– related to his old bosses. It felt forbidden to smell, forbidden to know something so personal about the men he took orders from for so many years.

It went straight to his dick, only furthering his conundrum.

His jaw hurt.

His groin hurt.

His head hurt.

He wanted to cum so badly.

“Oh my, what a pretty sight ya are.”

He barely registered Capochin's voice, accompanied by a pleased Vibiano's chuckle.

“Mmnnh…”

“I take it youse learned? Only took ya three hours.”

Alexei and Ban both weakly nodded, sighing in unison.

“Aw, ain't dat cute. ‘N’ youse two won't ever do dis again, yeah?”

They shook their heads.

“Awwright. Ya twisted my arm. Vib, Gruja, help me out.”

They all diligently and carefully removed each belt, bind, and toy from the two. Ban flopped uselessly into the mattress the moment he could, unfocused eyes closing in exhaustion, residual twitching coursing through his limbs.

Alexei, however, kept writhing.

“Wait– please–”

His voice was barely a whisper. Capochin raised an eyebrow at his plea.

“Eh? Whaddya want?”

“Cum– please?”

Vibiano couldn't help the coo that came from his throat, leaning down to caress Alexei's sore thighs and chest.

“Aww, cute thing, didn't youse do plenty of dat?” Vibiano asked, trailing closer to Alexei's inner thigh.

His voice failed him once more, weakly shaking his head. 

Vibiano looked up to Capochin, gaze asking the obvious question.

“Yeah, yeah, youse can help him, Vib.”

“Yes!!”

Vibiano clapped in glee, quickly wedging himself between a hissing Alexei's thighs.

“Oh you poor thing… Let Mama Vibiano care for you…”

While Vib inched his face closer to Alexei's dick, Grujaja and Capochin watched intently, the latter sitting on the bed for an up-close view.

Vibiano's breath alone made Alexei twitch, shaking with three hours worth of edging catching up to him. Vib licked his lips hungrily before taking Al's length swiftly into his mouth.

He reveled in the strangled noise from Alexei, thighs immediately clamping down on the sides of his head.

Dat won't do…

Vibiano pulled away, snapping to get Grujaja’s attention.

“Cute thing, help me keep his legs open, won'tcha?”

“Don't snap at me.” 

He complied anyway, shuffling behind Alexei to grab under his knees. There was an ache to the motion, his legs being sore from being held together for so long, but the discomfort was immediately forgotten once Vibiano licked at his dick again.

Alexei keened, an incredibly high pitch, which only fueled the other more. Gruja had settled his head atop Al's to get a better view, rubbing circles into the sore flesh of his thighs.

Vibiano took Al into his mouth again, sucking gently at his dick while gazing up to the writhing drainian. The poor pup couldn't take it, only lasting another one or two sucks before cumming into Vib's mouth in a silent scream.

Vibiano hungrily lapped up the mess, enjoying Alexei's desperate high pitched whines.


“Awww… doggy, that wasn’t long at all, ya sure youse don't want more?” Vibiano teased, mentally a bit disappointed he didn't last longer.

Another airy whisper.

“S… Sure… Thank y…”

Vibiano decided to show mercy to the other, placing a small kiss to his inner thigh before cleaning the two bizzies up. As much as he wanted to tease them, the punishment had already run its course. 

Capochin ushered everyone out, allowing the two to sleep in his room while he crashed in a guest room. Before turning the light off, he gave Alexei and Ban one more glance.

They had fallen asleep soon after the last mini-round, chests rising slowly in their peaceful slumber.

It was an oddly domestic scene, and with what preceded it, it was jarring for Capochin to see.

Still, he felt an odd sense of pride.

With that, he closed the door with a soft click.

Hopefully dey learned deir lesson.