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Wesley's job is to get Fisk what he wants, he prepares thoroughly to learn the weaknesses of people he goes up against, and tailors his strategy accordingly. He negotiates contracts and agreements, and makes exactly the right offers.

Wesley is very good at his job.

That is, until, his offer is one day rejected.

His opponent is willing to give Fisk what he wants, but they don't want what Wesley has put on the table.

They want Wesley himself. One night where he is not allowed to say no. If he does, then Fisk gets nothing.

They need the person's help badly enough that Wesley agrees to those terms.

(It's up to you whether Fisk is the one who gives him away, or if he has no idea and Wesley's (pride?) loyalty just goes that far.)

Show me James Wesley stubborn and prideful and refusing to submit even as he 'follows' every order he receives. Show me the man being systemically, methodically taken apart and thoroughly humiliated. Show me Wesley barely coherent and begging for mercy.

And maybe the aftermath, where he struggles to pretend that nothing happened, as though he hadn't completely underestimated what the night would entail, knowing that he did it to himself. (And maybe Fisk or Francis' reaction when he is one day found out.)

Fisk, who didn't know just what Wesley agreed to do in order to secure the opponent's help, finds out and DESTROYS that person. Yes? YES PLEASE.

YASS. I'm here for it *chews popcorn*.

It wasn't the cold that was getting to him.
It wasn't the eyes on bare skin.
It wasn't the sense of violation.

It was that he /hadn't seen it coming./

"Everything should be easily arranged, Mrs. Gallio," he'd told her not forty-five minutes before. "As you'll see from the file, the funds are all in order for using your connections to make Mr. Fisk's little problem go away and supplying the items we'll need going forward."
"Yes," she'd said. "These will cover my expenses. But surely you understand that--"
"That this is not your fee, of course, Mrs. Gallio." He'd handed over the dossiers. It had taken visiting hours at a mental hospital to learn exactly the best way to make a bid for Mrs. Gallio's services. Give her options to select from: blonde females, dark-haired males, and redheads of both genders. Wesley had dotted each i, crossed each t, and taken a nausea suppressant when preparing it.

The woman had glanced at the dossiers and dropped them on the floor.
"...Is there a problem?" Wesley had asked, an eyebrow raised.
"I don't want any of these."

That had seemed insane. The woman's eccentricities were a known quantity, and his efforts had been thorough. "Then, if we can meet again tomorrow, I'll provide a new set of options."
"No. Payment on hand is sufficient."
"...I don't quite follow."
"Take off your clothes, Mr. Wesley."
His stomach had gone cold. "I am not one of the payment options, Mrs. Gallio."
"Then Mr. Fisk's 'little problem' will persist. Indefinitely. Not to mention my trinkets' no longer being for sale."
His stomach had gone colder. No one else available had the connections to get Wilson Fisk out of his current mess, and the exchange of certain goods could keep the Fisks safe for quite some time.
He hadn't said anything aloud, hadn't flinched, but still she'd stared at him and smirked. "It's not so terrible. I understand some people have 'safe words'? Yours can be 'No Deal.' Take off your clothes, Mr Wesley."

And, posture perfect, Wesley's hands had risen to take off his coat and hang it perfectly on the back of a fancy chair in the corner. His eyes had glared right back at her as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt, remove it, and fold it with painstaking exactness before placing it on the chair.

He'd continued at length, taking his time, neither of them saying a word, and now here he was, naked, his wrists tied, with the cool, overly-manicured hand on his face, the eyes smiling as they stared. He stared back like stone.

Yes yes this is good

Whoa......

"Your safeword can be 'no deal'" HOLY SHIT

I love that you're doing femdom for this fill! I hope there's more coming.

He wished she would just lift her skirt.

Wesley didn't hold much with hate sex. Why would anyone be that vulnerable with someone that couldn't trust? He just didn't find it very good planning in general. It was why he didn't have sex with many people at all, but those whom he had, counted.
So what was going to happen tonight, of course, was not sex. Didn't count. It was a series of unpleasant tasks, a matter of following directions for a while until the deal was secure.
He'd reminded himself of all this as her hands -- and fingernails-- ran over his body. And reminded himself again.
When she'd move to reposition him, he would not be shoved. He could anticipate based on the direction she was going for and bend himself.
"Eager, Mr. Wesley?"
"Hardly, Mrs. Gallio. Merely efficient."
"Of course."
And as she'd stroked, scratched, spread, studied, "Thank goodness for civilization," she'd muttered. "If we were all just brutes...it would be like buying all my puzzle boxes pre-done."

Once she'd put him on his knees, hands still bound behind him, he'd hoped she'd raise her skirt and put him to work. It was a job he could do just fine. Even before his actual experiences, he'd studied diagrams:James Wesley was not going to half-ass any service for a trusted friend--but this wasn't like that. This wasn't service, this was just a task. Get the job done as many times as it took until she was tired and he could go.

He might as well have expected a cat to be efficient about eating a mouse. Mrs. Gallio's clothes stayed put as she shoved him slightly, stepping over to cross the room and sit down. Unable to brace himself, he fell forward.
As he squirmed, starting to get back up, she said simply, "No." Then, after another exchange of glares as he lay flat and partially bound on the carpet, she said, "Come here."

His skin was not actually brushburned as he struggled across the nearly-velveteen carpeting on his stomach. He almost wished it were. The soft strokes, building off of the touches and scratches earlier, were leaving his body in gradually firm disagreement with his mind as to what was going on this evening.

Um. Yes.

This is delicious.

(also, 100% agree with you on hate sex, wesley)

Love how she's getting him to struggle a bit and watching him crawl. Love that idea of Wesley, this put-together guy in a suit, suddenly having to crawl around and obey her.

"...And stop," she said.

Once Mrs. Gallio had untied his hands and set him in the chair opposite hers, telling him to keep his legs wide, the minor betrayal of his body had been already notable for some time. She'd instructed him to touch himself.
As he'd done so, she'd stared.

Sometimes she said nothing, letting the room stay silent except the quiet-yet-lurid sound of his fingers on his flesh.
Sometimes she spoke, making observations about his body or guesses about his personal life: tastes, skills, trusted friends.

She wasn't a bad guesser.

Wesley did his best to show as little reaction as he could, both to what sh was saying and what she was making him do. He kept his face flat. He tried not to make noises and spoke only when she called on him to respond to her. Which she did with some frequency, since she knew he was trying not to make any noise. He kept those answers as short as possible, trying to keep his voice from straining.

And whenever she guessed he was being dragged toward the edge, she'd have him stop, settle, and the begin again. It was become insane.

Eventually, Miss Gallio reached to press a button. A door opened, and two young women entered, wearing tight leather tops and miniskirts and carrying leather purses. Of course she had a button for that.
One of the young women had long blonde hair and a curved face, the other close-cropped red hair and very delicate features. Average them together, really, and one would get Karen Page.

Perhaps he should have offered her Karen Page. Arrangements Could Be Made. How had he not seen this coming?

"Resume," Mrs. Gallio said. "And close your eyes. Don't open them until instructed."

He did so, steeling himself to be quiet as he began stroking again, as things built up, as various remarks brought images to his mind that were related to things this most certainly was not.

"Amy," she said.

Wesley's mind raced as to what she was having the girl do, but he didn't stop.

Then he heard it. The distinctive ~Click~ of a Camera, again and again.

*is still thrilled by this*

Love that he's starting to unravel just a little bit. Mmmmm, yes.

Eventually, Miss Gallio reached to press a button. A door opened, and two young women entered, wearing tight leather tops and miniskirts and carrying leather purses. Of course she had a button for that.
One of the young women had long blonde hair and a curved face, the other close-cropped red hair and very delicate features. Average them together, really, and one would get Karen Page.
Perhaps he should have offered her Karen Page. Arrangements Could Be Made. How had he not seen this coming?
Ahahahahaa YESSSSSSS. Oh Wesley. She wants you, and now she's got you.

Wesley did not call for a car when he left Mrs. Gallio's brownstone.
His face was streaked with tears. His tie was not straight. At first, he didn't even have it in him to straighten it, or to remove the trinket the woman'd placed on his neck as the first element of her contribution to solving the problem. He just walked home like a man in a fugue.

As the horror arose in his mind at the fact that the woman was maintaining evidence, Wesley'd had to still keep touching himself. And the continued violation and fear had added an edge that didn't change the state he was in at all, and the pressure had built up until she'd made him stop again. And his mind had raced with the sensation and the photographs and what she'd do in the future and what she was doing right now.

He'd just wanted it to be over.

She'd just kept it up, could keep it up all night. She'd never touched him, but would instruct the girls to do so briefly, having all three of them bent and delving for less accessible sensations, with plenty of both variety and repetition, just to maintain the tension and the sense of helplessness, while Mrs. Gallio stayed pristine in her chair.
Somewhere inthe midst of this, Wesley started to enunciated a choked, raw, "No--" and bit his tongue. He had to fight it. Had to.

But a few more cycles of her little show, a few more reminders of his powerlessness, and the tears had started, and he'd shook. A cycle more, and he'd sobbed. As Mrs. Gallio had simply begun again, he'd begged. Begged to be allowed to finish, or to get her off, or whatever it would take.

She'd had her girls put his clothes on him -- not even allowing him to do it himself, put the pendant around his neck, and noted that she would make her calls. "A pleasure doing business with you, James," she'd said.

And so Wesley walked home in a near-fugue.
When he found Vanessa there, he scrambled to try to straighten his tie, but it was no use. She'd taken too much notice of his not checking in earlier.
"Don't tell him," he eventually said. "Please."
"You'd rather the first he knows of it getting pictures in the mail?" Vanessa asked quietly. "I'm going to focus on making sure he respects you enough not to try to kill her before she fulfills all of her end of the deal. Me, I think we can do better."
He blinked, unable to even try to figure out her meaning after what had happened. "How?"
"Sometimes, people just need a little encouragement. I doubt 'Amy' is nearly as valued an employee as you are, or half as loyal." There was nothing pleasant in Vanessa's smile. "I'm wondering if what can be done with persuasion, a 22 mm present, and a new deal."

YES, VANESSA!

Dark as this is, it was lovely to read. I find your characterization of Wesley leaves me desiring nothing. He was so in character and that made this so much worse in the best way. Love your Vanessa, adore your Wesley, read this so many times just now, would re-read again. Thank you, author.

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