"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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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.