"It weren't drool, I ain't a baby." He fucking spat at him, he didn't like Barty saying it that way. It all sounded demeaning. And it was. It was very demeaning cause this arrogant fucker was in charge and fucking knew it. Bill looked away from Barty purposefully, just trying to control what he could in this whole mess.
"I'm not a child." He didn't need punishing. "If you're that pissed over it, call the cops like a normal person, you barmy cunt."
Barty huffed out a laugh. Barmy count, he actually liked that one. He smiled and then moved quite suddenly, grabbing one of Bill's wrists and dragging him over to the cage. He knelt down next to him and quickly unlocked one of the cuffs. Then he wrapped the cuffs' chain around two bars of the cage before closing the cuff around Bill's wrist again.
"Stay down."
That said, Barty got up and headed for the door that led to another basement room. "I'm getting you a few things. Have you ever heard of a stress position?"
A stupid question, Barty was about to do whatever it was, wasn't he? He could just sense it. Stress position didn't sound too good neither. "I don't think it's fair, you know? To blame me for spitting at you when you had be cuffed it. If anyone has no sodding manners here, it's you, eh?"
Why was he determined to argue? He hated himself sometimes. "Just saying, like."
Barty walked off into the other room and then returned, carrying a couple of items. He set them down on top of the cage and immediately picked up one of them. He held the collar out in front of Bill first, showing the black leather and the ring in front. Then he put it around his neck, making sure to go one notch tighter than would be necessary.
"Did you notice that there are rings on the floor? They'll be useful for this."
"I see 'em." Bill informed him as his weak protest and resistance to the collar met with little reaction. God, he was really going to die in some dude's basement wasn't he? The fear started to creep over him as he looked at Barty, a little desperate.
"I didn't do nothing that bad." So he pried around but all he took was some socks and a credit card he could cancel easy. It wasn't fair. As childish as it was. "You started it."
"Did I start it?" Curious. "How do you reckon?" He picked up his knife and used it to unceremoniously cut off Bill's shirt. He was methodical about it, cutting both sleeves and then along the side, tossing the remains aside.
Now, with Bill's chest bare, he ran his knuckles along it, teasing each nipple a little, just to see how sensitive they were. There was a lot of fun ahead, after all.
"You knew I was off and dodgy and you gave me your car keys. Cause you wanted me even then, didn't you? And-And if you have fucking cameras, you call the cops. You didn't call the cops though cause you wanted this shit to happen. Maybe you just offed your last party boy and wanted a replacement." He knew Barty probably didn't set this whole thing up but he felt lured into it and it wasn't fair.
As Barty touched his nipples, he shuddered and gritted in teeth in annoyance. "You're hot, you can pull fucking anyone! Why would you want me? Cause you wanted to do this shit! You fucked up asshole."
"Well, you're not quite right." Barty shrugged, twisting one nipple a little as he explained himself. "I've seen you around the clubs. Tweaked out, wasting yourself on uggos."
It was a little offensive, honestly. At the very least it really was a waste. "And then I saw you and your friend as valets. Pretty easy to figure out what you two were pulling. So I decided to lure you in, sure."
It had worked, so why would he feel any remorse? He reached for two little things on top of the cage, showing them to Bill on the palm of his hand. "Nipple clamps."
"It's my weekend, I can do what I want." Besides, he liked them older, meant they'd take care of him and stuff. They usually had some kind of money and all he had to do was find a way to love them and hope they loved him back. Though usually, even they didn't want him for longer than a few fucks.
He eyed up the clamps and pulled a face. "Nah, I'll pass." As if he had a choice. He frowned deeply, still stuck on Barty's comment. "Why not just fucking talk to me a club?"
"I tend to find the boys that come right to me. You were easy to get." Barty smiled and then attached the first of the nipple clamps after teasing the nipple a little, so it'd be easier to clamp on. He didn't waste much time before attaching the second. Then he waited for a little while, long enough that Bill should have gotten used to the clamps. Then he flicked one of the clamps playfully.
"Hurts afresh every time you move it. Keep that in mind."
"Ah! Fuck off!" Bill snapped immediately, wishing he could bat Barty's hand away. This sucked. It fucking sucked. His fear came out as anger as he practically growled at Barty.
"It's just fucking typical, innit? Why do I always get this kind of shit happen, eh? No fucking bloke ever wants me, not any good ones, not at the club for more than an alley fuck. No one wants me to stay but fucking serial killers!" What the hell was that all about? "Could have just fucked me but no, this is all I ever get. Shitty asshole blokes."
Except the serial killer vibes, he was no different from them. "I hope you choke on cock, you Scottish bastard."
"I don't know. Doubt you have what it takes to make me choke, English bitch." Barty rolled his eyes, clearly not too terribly insulted. He grabbed a thin chain from the top of the cage and connected either end of it to one of the nipple clamps. Then he finally showed the purpose of those rings bolted into the floor, as he connected the chain that was now clamped to Bill's nipples to one of the rings.
With his hands still cuffed behind him on the outside of the cage, that meant Bill had to lean forward. Either he had to stretch his arms or he pulled on his nipples.
"It ain't exactly small, I could choke you with it." He was sure he could if he had the right angle. He imagined it was bigger than this posh tosser's dick. After all, if he had a big dick, why would he wear tight pants? Seemed like a bad combo.
Bill groaned in displeasure at the position and when he moved, it fucking hurt. Either his nipples nearly got ripped off or his arms were stretched.
"You're fucked in the head, mate." Bill huffed in a deep breath, trying to fight the anxiety. "I can't stay like this!"
"Aw. Don't be like that, Bill. Believe in yourself, darling. You can endure things you can't even imagine." Barty stood up properly, glancing at what was still there on top of the cage. Hm.
He considered Bill and then he undid his belt. It was black, likely costing more than Bill's entire existence. For now he left it on, but he proceeded to undo his own dark - and very expensive - jeans, pulling the zipped down and showing now that he wasn't lying about how much he was enjoying this. He pulled his erection out of his underwear, lazily stroking a hand along it. "You're getting in my head with all that talk of choking."
"Yeah, no fucking chance." Okay, he was bigger than he had imagined. And coming at him with that fucking giant cock. Great. In a daydream, this would have been hot. Well, maybe without the nipple stuff and the awkward position. He jerked away, yanked his nipples and cried out, pulling forward and hurting his arms. He carefully found a balance and pointedly lowered his head, turning it away.
"I ain't sucking you off." His talented mouth was saved for bastards that asked first and didn't fuck with him like this. "Cunt."
"That works for me, because anyone rude enough to spit on me ain't getting free use of his mouth around me. Luckily for me, all I want is to fuck your mouth and you don't need autonomy for that."
Barty assumed that there were some words that Bill didn't understand there and he didn't care. Instead he simply picked up another chain from on top of the cage and connected it to the ring on Bill's collar. He turned the collar so the ring faced backwards and used that to chain him to the cage bars, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to lower his mouth much.
After that, using the cuffs that were already attached to the sides of the cage to keep Bill's legs on the ground and spread apart was really just a formality. A formality that left Bill with no choice but to kneel in front of the cage, legs spread, arms stretched, nipples chained to the ground and his neck anchored to keep him somewhat upright in spite of all that.
"It's been a pleasure talking to you, Bill. But we'll stop that now. Any last words?"
"You put it near my fucking mouth and I'll bite it off. Just try me, dickless." And because Barty seemed to be so very bothered by it, he proudly spat at him. If he was gonna die, he was gonna die with some shred of pride. Difficult to have, in the position he was in. He could barely move, he was stuck in this fucking awkward position and his only weapon was his mouth.
So yeah, he was gonna spit and bite all he fucking wanted.
"You really don't know when to quit, do you? I could have been a lot nicer to you." If only he'd earned it. With a sigh, Barty reached up to grab the last item off the top of Bill's cage. A metal device, a gag, designed to keep Bill's mouth open.
He didn't bother with any fancy tricks, instead he simply grabbed his jaw and squeezed, forcing it open. Then he put the gag inside and closed the straps. "There. Now you can drool."
Wouldn't be able to help drooling. He patted the side of Bill's face, then smiled. "Time to fuck your mouth, my little English bitch."
All he could do was helplessly glare at Barty, uneasy and unsure what was going to happen. Was he really going to fuck his mouth in this position? But any fucking little adjustment hurt like shit. That wasn't fair. He cursed behind the gag but it did little but make him slur words and drool down himself. Urgh. Gross.
"It's a good look on you. Good sound too. Can't wait to hear you choke. Can't wait to see those tears." He ran a finger just beneath Bill's eyes as he said it, while he licked his own lips with a quick flicker of tongue. And then he grabbed Bill's hair to hold him in place. No more preamble, Barty pushed inside his mouth. He wasted no time, he thrust in and out. An experienced cocksucker, he shouldn't need much to adjust.
It took him only a few minutes before he came, obviously not pulling out until after, leaving Bill to deal with that inside his mouth. Then he wiped himself clean and got his jeans back on properly. He stepped back and got his phone out, snapping a few quick pictures. Then he realised the time. "Bloody hell, darling. You are a distraction, eh? I've got work to do. I'll leave you to it, all right?"
No, it was not fucking all right! He had come dribbling from his mouth, he was barely catching his breath, his arms were already hurting and this fucker wanted to leave him. He made a useless protest and tried to struggle but ever movement made it worse and he had to balance himself careful to avoid pulling.
He was going to leave him down here like this and go work? Fuck that. He shook his head. Or, at least, he tried to.
"Cute." He undeniably was. Barty smiled and ran a hand through Bill's hair. "Let me explain something to you, darling. I like you, but that doesn't mean I don't also like hurting you. If you are a good boy, things can get better. I can make you feel so good."
He didn't doubt it. He assumed this boy had never been treated well anyway. "But otherwise, I'll make it worse. And trust me, I haven't even started yet. It can always get worse. Keep that in mind for me, will you?"
He gestured to the wall. "The camera's there, in case you want to look my way. I'll glance over every now and then."
He wished he had a way to say fuck you to this guy but all he did was purposefully avert his eyes. Whatever. He had been through worse, he could get through it alive. And if he was gone for more than two days, Alfie would know. He had work in two days and one was already up. He had hope.
But for now, he was just stuck. Trapped. He had no fucking options.
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"I'm not a child." He didn't need punishing. "If you're that pissed over it, call the cops like a normal person, you barmy cunt."
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"Stay down."
That said, Barty got up and headed for the door that led to another basement room. "I'm getting you a few things. Have you ever heard of a stress position?"
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A stupid question, Barty was about to do whatever it was, wasn't he? He could just sense it. Stress position didn't sound too good neither. "I don't think it's fair, you know? To blame me for spitting at you when you had be cuffed it. If anyone has no sodding manners here, it's you, eh?"
Why was he determined to argue? He hated himself sometimes. "Just saying, like."
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Barty walked off into the other room and then returned, carrying a couple of items. He set them down on top of the cage and immediately picked up one of them. He held the collar out in front of Bill first, showing the black leather and the ring in front. Then he put it around his neck, making sure to go one notch tighter than would be necessary.
"Did you notice that there are rings on the floor? They'll be useful for this."
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"I didn't do nothing that bad." So he pried around but all he took was some socks and a credit card he could cancel easy. It wasn't fair. As childish as it was. "You started it."
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Now, with Bill's chest bare, he ran his knuckles along it, teasing each nipple a little, just to see how sensitive they were. There was a lot of fun ahead, after all.
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As Barty touched his nipples, he shuddered and gritted in teeth in annoyance. "You're hot, you can pull fucking anyone! Why would you want me? Cause you wanted to do this shit! You fucked up asshole."
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It was a little offensive, honestly. At the very least it really was a waste. "And then I saw you and your friend as valets. Pretty easy to figure out what you two were pulling. So I decided to lure you in, sure."
It had worked, so why would he feel any remorse? He reached for two little things on top of the cage, showing them to Bill on the palm of his hand. "Nipple clamps."
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He eyed up the clamps and pulled a face. "Nah, I'll pass." As if he had a choice. He frowned deeply, still stuck on Barty's comment. "Why not just fucking talk to me a club?"
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"Hurts afresh every time you move it. Keep that in mind."
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"It's just fucking typical, innit? Why do I always get this kind of shit happen, eh? No fucking bloke ever wants me, not any good ones, not at the club for more than an alley fuck. No one wants me to stay but fucking serial killers!" What the hell was that all about? "Could have just fucked me but no, this is all I ever get. Shitty asshole blokes."
Except the serial killer vibes, he was no different from them. "I hope you choke on cock, you Scottish bastard."
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With his hands still cuffed behind him on the outside of the cage, that meant Bill had to lean forward. Either he had to stretch his arms or he pulled on his nipples.
Stress position. Well. Not quite yet.
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Bill groaned in displeasure at the position and when he moved, it fucking hurt. Either his nipples nearly got ripped off or his arms were stretched.
"You're fucked in the head, mate." Bill huffed in a deep breath, trying to fight the anxiety. "I can't stay like this!"
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He considered Bill and then he undid his belt. It was black, likely costing more than Bill's entire existence. For now he left it on, but he proceeded to undo his own dark - and very expensive - jeans, pulling the zipped down and showing now that he wasn't lying about how much he was enjoying this. He pulled his erection out of his underwear, lazily stroking a hand along it. "You're getting in my head with all that talk of choking."
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"I ain't sucking you off." His talented mouth was saved for bastards that asked first and didn't fuck with him like this. "Cunt."
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Barty assumed that there were some words that Bill didn't understand there and he didn't care. Instead he simply picked up another chain from on top of the cage and connected it to the ring on Bill's collar. He turned the collar so the ring faced backwards and used that to chain him to the cage bars, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to lower his mouth much.
After that, using the cuffs that were already attached to the sides of the cage to keep Bill's legs on the ground and spread apart was really just a formality. A formality that left Bill with no choice but to kneel in front of the cage, legs spread, arms stretched, nipples chained to the ground and his neck anchored to keep him somewhat upright in spite of all that.
"It's been a pleasure talking to you, Bill. But we'll stop that now. Any last words?"
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So yeah, he was gonna spit and bite all he fucking wanted.
"Back off, Braveheart."
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He didn't bother with any fancy tricks, instead he simply grabbed his jaw and squeezed, forcing it open. Then he put the gag inside and closed the straps. "There. Now you can drool."
Wouldn't be able to help drooling. He patted the side of Bill's face, then smiled. "Time to fuck your mouth, my little English bitch."
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All he could do was helplessly glare at Barty, uneasy and unsure what was going to happen. Was he really going to fuck his mouth in this position? But any fucking little adjustment hurt like shit. That wasn't fair. He cursed behind the gag but it did little but make him slur words and drool down himself. Urgh. Gross.
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It took him only a few minutes before he came, obviously not pulling out until after, leaving Bill to deal with that inside his mouth. Then he wiped himself clean and got his jeans back on properly. He stepped back and got his phone out, snapping a few quick pictures. Then he realised the time. "Bloody hell, darling. You are a distraction, eh? I've got work to do. I'll leave you to it, all right?"
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He was going to leave him down here like this and go work? Fuck that. He shook his head. Or, at least, he tried to.
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He didn't doubt it. He assumed this boy had never been treated well anyway. "But otherwise, I'll make it worse. And trust me, I haven't even started yet. It can always get worse. Keep that in mind for me, will you?"
He gestured to the wall. "The camera's there, in case you want to look my way. I'll glance over every now and then."
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But for now, he was just stuck. Trapped. He had no fucking options.