Nathan started to jack off, not as happy as he wanted to be because there was a horrible energy hovering over it. Something bad was going to happen and he really just hoped the orgasm was fast. He jerked his hand up and down, desperate and fast, really going for it. It wasn't super nice without lube but he could work with it.
"Eh?" He looked at Barty, slightly alarmed, and pulled a face. "Don't bring up him while I'm jacking it! Christ, I'll lose my wood."
Well, he didn't. If anything, he was starting to get close. "Tell him I'm being sexually harassed by a known panty sniffer with mind control powers."
"I think he has an idea. Who'd have thought, you actually do have someone who gives a shit about you." Barty looked at Nathan, trying to decide when he was close enough. When it seemed as if he was, he kicked the chair out from under him and started filming. If he was being accused of being a pervert, he might as well deliver.
Once Nathan stopped twitching, Barty closed the phone. He got the chair back under Nathan's feet and waited, then smiled once he was back alive. "Seems as if that was good for you."
"I mean, as far as torture goes, I'll take the orgasm root."
Nathan didn't know how he was feeling, it was nice to get off but he was sick of dying. It hurt. His throat was sore, he felt all weird and off and he had no idea what he was supposed to do. He raised his hand to rub his face, not sure how long they were going to do this for. Maybe Simon was assembling the group and getting some superhero action going on.
Looking at Barty, he tilted his head back and sighed. "When are we done here? Cause I did have plans tonight. With my mates. Going to a rave. I'd invite you but you're a complete prick and I hate you."
"Yeah, no. I don't think so." Barty just looked at him, amused more than anything. "You are fun to play with. I'm going to keep doing it. Usually my pets don't last all that long, but with you that's not a worry."
Kind of a sweet deal, especially as Nathan was also easy on the eyes and entertaining. Sure, he might get annoying every now and then, but he was sure killing him or having him kill himself could alleviate that. "Tell you what. I'm giving you a choice for your next few hours. Do you want psychological torture or physical?"
"How about some beers and a nice chat. You can tell me all about yourself. I'm sure you're ... fascinating." Whatever got him out of the option of two kinds of torture. Barty didn't look like he was going for it so Nathan shrugged, his lip raising as he thought of his two options with disgust and dislike. Fuck.
"I mean, psychological hurts less, right?" Given that physical torture would be more deaths and maybe more hitting so he didn't like his odds. "I'd rather you messed with my head than my beautiful, innocent body."
"Come down from there." He waited for Nathan to do so and then gestured to the far corner of the room. "Sit down there. We'll talk."
He crouched down and faced him. "Look at me. You have quite the mind, don't you? Such an ugly, messed up thing." Really was quite the juxtaposition to his pretty face. "So desperate for attention and scared of rejection that you'll come up with anything just to not face reality."
Barty tilted his head, just a bit. "You will think now, Nathan. You will think about how people really feel about you. You will feel how much they dislike you. And you are going to use those twisted thoughts of self-hatred to ponder all the things that I could do to you, to make you suffer. Nathan? Be scared. And stay right here in the corner. Keep quite. Whimpering is enough. I'll allow some sobs."
"People like me. I got loads of mates." He didn't want to think about that sort of thing, it was boring. It didn't bother him anyway, he didn't really need mates. He never did. He never had them, not at school and certainly not now. Though he had some people that liked him. Tolerated him. Barry asked where he was so he wasn't entirely hated, right? Even if Barry never really answered his texts properly or went out with him. Not that any of them did.
Oh God, he hated this. He wanted to talk. He wanted to get up, to make a joke, to do something. He tried desperately to fight against the others but all it did was make his body convulse unpleasantly. He couldn't escape the feeling. The fear. The hate. He horrible uncertainty.
Even his own mom and dad fucking hated him.
He didn't cry. If anyone asked, he didn't cry. Nope. It was just seasonal allergies, that was all. Everyone cried sometimes but not over these things. Real shit wasn't worth these sort of feelings.
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"Eh?" He looked at Barty, slightly alarmed, and pulled a face. "Don't bring up him while I'm jacking it! Christ, I'll lose my wood."
Well, he didn't. If anything, he was starting to get close. "Tell him I'm being sexually harassed by a known panty sniffer with mind control powers."
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Once Nathan stopped twitching, Barty closed the phone. He got the chair back under Nathan's feet and waited, then smiled once he was back alive. "Seems as if that was good for you."
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Nathan didn't know how he was feeling, it was nice to get off but he was sick of dying. It hurt. His throat was sore, he felt all weird and off and he had no idea what he was supposed to do. He raised his hand to rub his face, not sure how long they were going to do this for. Maybe Simon was assembling the group and getting some superhero action going on.
Looking at Barty, he tilted his head back and sighed. "When are we done here? Cause I did have plans tonight. With my mates. Going to a rave. I'd invite you but you're a complete prick and I hate you."
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Kind of a sweet deal, especially as Nathan was also easy on the eyes and entertaining. Sure, he might get annoying every now and then, but he was sure killing him or having him kill himself could alleviate that. "Tell you what. I'm giving you a choice for your next few hours. Do you want psychological torture or physical?"
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"I mean, psychological hurts less, right?" Given that physical torture would be more deaths and maybe more hitting so he didn't like his odds. "I'd rather you messed with my head than my beautiful, innocent body."
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He crouched down and faced him. "Look at me. You have quite the mind, don't you? Such an ugly, messed up thing." Really was quite the juxtaposition to his pretty face. "So desperate for attention and scared of rejection that you'll come up with anything just to not face reality."
Barty tilted his head, just a bit. "You will think now, Nathan. You will think about how people really feel about you. You will feel how much they dislike you. And you are going to use those twisted thoughts of self-hatred to ponder all the things that I could do to you, to make you suffer. Nathan? Be scared. And stay right here in the corner. Keep quite. Whimpering is enough. I'll allow some sobs."
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Oh God, he hated this. He wanted to talk. He wanted to get up, to make a joke, to do something. He tried desperately to fight against the others but all it did was make his body convulse unpleasantly. He couldn't escape the feeling. The fear. The hate. He horrible uncertainty.
Even his own mom and dad fucking hated him.
He didn't cry. If anyone asked, he didn't cry. Nope. It was just seasonal allergies, that was all. Everyone cried sometimes but not over these things. Real shit wasn't worth these sort of feelings.
He wanted to get up now.