Nathan ate some more noodles and then wiped his hand on his chest. He wasn't overly hungry, he felt sick if he was honest. Not that he would be. He downed his beer and finished it off, holding it in his hands and wondering if he could use it as a weapon. He had to have the chance and time to do it. He had to be subtle. The guy had plans and he wasn't going to let him.
"Holy shit, that's that?!" Nathan fake pointed and then Barty turned, he flew at him with the bottle, hoping he could knock him out or something. Of course, he hit the coffee table and the bottle flew from his hand, hitting the wall and breaking. Fuck. Nathan panicked and went to hit Barty inside. Good enough.
"Stop moving." Barty was not surprised, having simply stayed still and let that play out. He considered his options for a few, then gave his next set of instructions. "Clear off the table, put the leftovers properly in the fridge. Then come back here and take off your clothes."
They were bloody and in a bad state by now anyway. "After that, I want you to lie down on the coffee table and stay perfectly still."
Damn it, he was so fucking close. Stupid coffee table. He wanted to not do it, he wanted to just do the opposite - just throw food at him and walk out. But he couldn't. And Nathan had never been in a situation where he had no control before. He never listened to what people told him, that was part of his charm!
He put the food in the fridge, closed the door and walked back into the living room. He shed his clothes into an ungraceful heap as he did so. He looked at Barty, his eyes full of doubt and uncertainty. And yeah, a little fear too.
Once his clothes were off, he lay down on the coffee table, staying still as ordered. "... What are you doing now?"
"We will test you." Barty set the glass he had been drinking from down on Nathan's bare chest. Then he filled it with whiskey almost to the brim. "We'll see what makes you spill more. Pain or pleasure."
He ran his hand through Nathan's hair for a moment, then he walked over to where the beer bottle had broken and he picked up one of the dark green shards. He gently touched his finger to it, smiling down at Nathan. "Sharp enough."
"You sick, perverted bastard. You know you can pay a prozzie for this sort of service. I don't see why I have to do it!" Nathan whined in annoyance, trying not to sound scared but he was. He didn't like pain, he really didn't. He got hit a lot, had done since he was a boy and learned how to provoke, and he never really liked it. Though he'd take it over indifference any day. He'd take any form of attention, touch or praise.
He closed his eyes and sucked in a nervous breath. "I know a girl on the estate, she's past her best but she's cheap and if you give her some cigarettes, she'll even do the dark shit, yeah? The sort of stuff where you piss on each other and fuck horses." Or whatever the dark stuff was. "She'd be into it!"
"I'd rather... Nathan, talk about what you are into. What are your fantasies? Talk truthfully." That should slow him down a little, he honestly felt as if it would take Nathan a while to even parse what was honest within his own brain.
For now, Barty wrapped a hand around Nathan's dick, feeling that it was time to make him aware of how hard he already was. He had a feeling, a hard, growing feeling, that Nathan was enjoying being under someone's control a lot more than he actually realised himself.
"You are special, Nathan. I'd not do this with just anyone."
"I'm into anything. I'll do anything. Doggy, missionary, anal, I don't care. I'd do it all. Even the stuff I don't want to do, I'd do it, I'm into the fact that I'm not into it. I'm into the fact that I could make someone be proud of me. Pay attention to me. Love me. I want to be loved." Nathan cried out but the pressure of his resistance to saying it made every work sound pained and tense. His body trembled and the whiskey shook with it.
The touch to his cock ripped right through him and he closed his eyes, embarrassed. Well, it was embarrassing! All this emotional bollocks. He didn't want to say any of it.
"I want someone who likes me to touch me like you are." His dick was hard and leaking. "And to hurt me like you are too. Cause I know, I know I deserve it!"
"So desperate for love." It sounded more like an observation than mockery and Barty kept on stroking him, going slowly and waiting for things to build up. Nathan wasn't someone who lasted very long, he could tell that much already. He let go of him before he could blow it - literally.
Then he suddenly used the shard he was still holding to drag a bloody line down Nathan's side. A shallow cut, but that would still burn and it would bleed as well. "You want to be at the centre of someone's world. Shame that you are nowhere close to that."
Nathan cried out, loudly, hoping that someone next door would assume it was murder and not shit sex. Then again, was anyone next door? He didn't even check. Maybe someone was below? He winced at the sharp pain and lack of orgasm, making his body jerk awkwardly, the whiskey spilling down his chest.
"I'm closer than you'd think. There's plenty out there who want me." It couldn't be that hard. He just had to find someone desperate and lonely. Easy-peasy. "Stop hurting me! It's pissing me off!"
"You don't get angry. That's all fake. Someone like you, you only get scared." Terrified to be hurt, emotionally and physically, so he made himself seem as if nothing could touch him. It was kind of fun to directly press down on the living nerve that was Nathan's insecurities. An easy game to play, but nonetheless entertaining.
"Tell me how you feel about getting this much of my attention." Nathan liked to talk, Barty liked to use that against him.
"You're hurting me and I don't like it." Nathan admitted as he jerked his head back and tried to high all of his impulses to just blurt out the truth. He wished he could resist it but it wasn't like something he could slam the breaks on. It just happened. It just came out. "But you called me special so I'm really fucking horny for you."
He giggled because it was so pathetic and he hated himself so deeply in this moment. "I'm also a little concerned you think my cock is small but it isn't. It's a matter of perspective." Why was he talking about that? "It's just getting a lot of attention right now and it's becoming a little... shy. It's a grower, not a shower."
"I like your cock," Barty reassured him. No need to kick him while he was down more than necessary. He took a sip from the whiskey, then set the glass down again. This time he put it on Nathan's stomach. Then, with the taste of whiskey still on his tongue, he leaned down and took Nathan's cock into his mouth. He pressed his tongue against him, he provided some suction and then, after not long of that, he moved away so that Nathan's load wouldn't end up in his mouth. Nathan was so easy. Could not be very experienced at all. "Your cock gives me plenty to work with."
"I usually last longer but I'm under a lot of pressure right now." Nathan squawked, not super happy to be tortured by a sexy super villain very kinkily and blow his load that fast. The smallest stimulation and his balls exploded like a volcano. He was panting heavily, sticky and unpleasant - ah, a familiar feeling. "I'm usually better when I have time and none of this-- stuff." The evil stuff, he meant.
Shuddering one last time, he looked and noticed he'd spilled the whiskey everywhere. "Shit."
"That's all right, darling. I'll take care of that." With that, Barty leaned down again, this time kissing and licking the whiskey off of Nathan's body. It meant that he nipped on his nipples a little and it also somehow meant that one hand slid under Nathan's prone body, for now simply cupping his ass. Well, the kid clearly longed for some anal play, would be a shame to disappoint him. "You taste good now."
Squirming under Barty, he moaned at the touches and lost it when he flicked his tongue over his nipple. Was it weird to be sexually felt up by some random bloke? Yeah. Was he hard up enough to let it happen? Apparently. He didn't know what else he could do, he had no control. No power. What else was he to do but let the man feel him up like this.
"Oh. Really? I haven't showered today." So that was lucky. He licked his lips and looked at Barty, as terrified as he was painfully eager.
"I can tell." Which was still fine, mostly he tasted whiskey and blood. An acquired taste, but he had acquired it long ago. He still pulled away though, considering his next steps. "Get off the table, Nathan. Get on your knees. You think you have a pretty mouth, don't you? I concur. It's made for sucking cock."
He wasn't feeling selfless enough to get Nathan off twice before he got to come once.
Barty got up, undoing his belt as he watched Nathan. "You are going to choke on this, fair warning."
"Holy donkey dick." Nathan's mouth hung open as he fell onto his knees, looking at Barty's dick and then his. Well. That was bad for the ego. He looked back up and eyed up Barty's cock like it was a monster he was about to showdown. Well, lucky for Barty, he was good at this sort of thing. "I-- I think it might be a bit too big. I've never sucked cock before but... you're just gonna make me anyway."
He was nervous, he didn't know if he wanted to suck a random guys dick but he knew he didn't really have much of a choice. "Let me do it my own way before you fucking jam it down my throat, okay? I got a way with head for girls so this shouldn't be ... too much of an issue."
"...it's really very different. If you let me help you with it, it wouldn't be that much of an issue." Barty rolled his eyes, but he shrugged and simply waited to see what exactly Nathan thought he could do for him. Frankly, he felt more apprehensive about that than he'd have wanted to admit. "Show me your skills then. If you try and bite, I'll tear your throat out."
"Right... I'll not do that then." Nathan promised as he eyed up the cock and shuffled awkwardly closer. He tilted his head back and forth, studying the cock and then reaching out to touch it. Ugh, this was so fucking gay. Still, was it better to do it himself or be forced to deep throat?
With a deep breath, he went for it.
No, he really, truly did. He went for it. It was all mouth and tongue, back and forth rapidly, just eagerly trying to do as much as he could in the hope that Barty would come as fast as he always did.
"Ugh!" That wasn't much of a command and he shoved Nathan away before he could even think of one. "Ew!" He looked at him with wide eyes, wondering whether he was for real. It was actually horrifying to realise that, yes. Yes, he was. "What the fuck was that? I'm getting more and more why you are so bleeding lonely, what the hell?"
What was this even. "It's a cock, not a dog toy. Slobbering all over it isn't gonna do much."
"I was showing you my moves. They usually work! I just have to adapt them to cock. Give me a second, will you?" Nathan was, embarrassingly, wounded. He really wanted to be a little bit close to impressive here and instead, Barty was looking at him like that. He raised his hand and wiped the drool from his mouth. "You weren't giving me anything to work with so-- fuck it, let me do it again. Try being a bit more active this time, eh?"
Nathan's tone was annoyed and condescending as he came over, trying to suck his dick again.
"Keep your mouth open. Keep your tongue inside your mouth." No, he was not letting Nathan subject him to that again, so here he was. Actively instructing him. He pushed past his lips carefully, trying to be gentle with it. "Press your tongue against the cock. Don't move it otherwise. Wagging is weird." He moved his hips a little, beginning to thrust. "Relax your throat, it's easier that way. If you want, you can moan. Always nice to have auditory input and the vibrations can feel nice."
There he was, coaching this idiot through a blowjob. "That's better, innit?"
Well, it was a little boring, sure, but he supposed Barty seemed to like it better. He followed the orders, because he had to, letting Barty control the movement and pace. He focused on the one thing he could do. So he moaned. At first, a little, because of the vibrations but then, it happened. As it always happened. Nathan could never not go over the top.
He started making strange, obscene porn sounds as he sucked Barty off. Oh yeah, he was a God of sex.
"...tone it down a bit, you absolute knobhead." But Barty had to laugh somehow, even as he quickened his pace and finally, yes, did come right down Nathan's throat. Whatever, that boy had definitely swallowed worse. He pulled out of him, still amused. He tucked himself back in and smiled at Nathan, cupping the side of his face. "You don't have much experience, huh? A lot of girls want to see you more than once?"
He imagined not so much. "I should coach you through pleasing a woman some time."
He swallowed down Barty's come and then dropped back onto his butt, feeling a bit weird. He didn't know what he felt about sucking someone's cock. But Barty was smiling so ... that was good, right? He smirked, allowing the arrogance to come in to try and defend him from the dismissive comments of his sex skills. "You spunked down my throat pretty fast so I don't think I'm that bad. Besides, you can't judge me until you've seen me smashing pussy."
That seemed only fair. "Admit it, I blew your balls off." Only Nathan could sit there, after being mocked and controlled into a good blowjob, and brag about his skills. It was like all evidence was forgotten entirely.
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"Holy shit, that's that?!" Nathan fake pointed and then Barty turned, he flew at him with the bottle, hoping he could knock him out or something. Of course, he hit the coffee table and the bottle flew from his hand, hitting the wall and breaking. Fuck. Nathan panicked and went to hit Barty inside. Good enough.
"I'm not doing it again, you fucked up cunt!"
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They were bloody and in a bad state by now anyway. "After that, I want you to lie down on the coffee table and stay perfectly still."
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He put the food in the fridge, closed the door and walked back into the living room. He shed his clothes into an ungraceful heap as he did so. He looked at Barty, his eyes full of doubt and uncertainty. And yeah, a little fear too.
Once his clothes were off, he lay down on the coffee table, staying still as ordered. "... What are you doing now?"
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He ran his hand through Nathan's hair for a moment, then he walked over to where the beer bottle had broken and he picked up one of the dark green shards. He gently touched his finger to it, smiling down at Nathan. "Sharp enough."
Sharp enough for this purpose, anyway.
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He closed his eyes and sucked in a nervous breath. "I know a girl on the estate, she's past her best but she's cheap and if you give her some cigarettes, she'll even do the dark shit, yeah? The sort of stuff where you piss on each other and fuck horses." Or whatever the dark stuff was. "She'd be into it!"
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For now, Barty wrapped a hand around Nathan's dick, feeling that it was time to make him aware of how hard he already was. He had a feeling, a hard, growing feeling, that Nathan was enjoying being under someone's control a lot more than he actually realised himself.
"You are special, Nathan. I'd not do this with just anyone."
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The touch to his cock ripped right through him and he closed his eyes, embarrassed. Well, it was embarrassing! All this emotional bollocks. He didn't want to say any of it.
"I want someone who likes me to touch me like you are." His dick was hard and leaking. "And to hurt me like you are too. Cause I know, I know I deserve it!"
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Then he suddenly used the shard he was still holding to drag a bloody line down Nathan's side. A shallow cut, but that would still burn and it would bleed as well. "You want to be at the centre of someone's world. Shame that you are nowhere close to that."
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"I'm closer than you'd think. There's plenty out there who want me." It couldn't be that hard. He just had to find someone desperate and lonely. Easy-peasy. "Stop hurting me! It's pissing me off!"
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"Tell me how you feel about getting this much of my attention." Nathan liked to talk, Barty liked to use that against him.
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He giggled because it was so pathetic and he hated himself so deeply in this moment. "I'm also a little concerned you think my cock is small but it isn't. It's a matter of perspective." Why was he talking about that? "It's just getting a lot of attention right now and it's becoming a little... shy. It's a grower, not a shower."
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Shuddering one last time, he looked and noticed he'd spilled the whiskey everywhere. "Shit."
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He had greatly improved on him already.
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"Oh. Really? I haven't showered today." So that was lucky. He licked his lips and looked at Barty, as terrified as he was painfully eager.
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He wasn't feeling selfless enough to get Nathan off twice before he got to come once.
Barty got up, undoing his belt as he watched Nathan. "You are going to choke on this, fair warning."
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He was nervous, he didn't know if he wanted to suck a random guys dick but he knew he didn't really have much of a choice. "Let me do it my own way before you fucking jam it down my throat, okay? I got a way with head for girls so this shouldn't be ... too much of an issue."
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That was a lot of pain to cause someone.
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With a deep breath, he went for it.
No, he really, truly did. He went for it. It was all mouth and tongue, back and forth rapidly, just eagerly trying to do as much as he could in the hope that Barty would come as fast as he always did.
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What was this even. "It's a cock, not a dog toy. Slobbering all over it isn't gonna do much."
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Nathan's tone was annoyed and condescending as he came over, trying to suck his dick again.
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There he was, coaching this idiot through a blowjob. "That's better, innit?"
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He started making strange, obscene porn sounds as he sucked Barty off. Oh yeah, he was a God of sex.
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He imagined not so much. "I should coach you through pleasing a woman some time."
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That seemed only fair. "Admit it, I blew your balls off." Only Nathan could sit there, after being mocked and controlled into a good blowjob, and brag about his skills. It was like all evidence was forgotten entirely.