I saved up all my pennies and I gave them to this special guy

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He's not feeling himself. Not right. Something's scratching, clawing, and it's not because of the pain he imagines. It's not because of his life. It's because he needs something--anything. No oxy? Vicodin. No vicodin? Tramadol. Hydromorphone. Pethidine. All that mattered was that they were opioids and they were strong.

He tricks himself into thinking he can last at least a day with one pill. Briggs is convinced someone stole his tranquilizers, and even rounds on Mike. That's what sets it off--junkies aren't exactly ones for a stable environment. Briggs and Mike are both paranoid, powerful individuals who know how the other operates. It starts off as a fist-fight, Briggs claiming Mike took his drugs for drug money. Mike isn't exactly calm when he uproots the small table and begins yelling right back. The fact that he was thinking about it never comes up, but he goes for a walk.

He's still feeling it, the scratching inside his head. Like an insect, wanting to crawl out of his ear. And on top of that, he swears his gut feels like it's being stabbed. Like that knife is being sliced into him, over and over again. His lip is bleeding but he doesn't care--that pain is nothing compared to the flare in his abs, or the way even his teeth seem to be on fire instead of their usual numb state.

It's late by the time he tracks down his dealer after the other doesn't answer his texts. Slams him against the wall, demanding what he wants. Of course his dealer is out. Turns out, by the time Mike has actually beaten the shit out of the guy, the dealer is right. He's out.

"I know a guy, though," He says. "Hangs out at so-and-so a bar."

Mike's going to have to work for his meal, it seems, and he gives one last kick in the ribs to his dealer, tells him pleasantly he'll see him tomorrow and he'd better have some oxy squared away just for him.

To the bar he goes. He looks like shit--hasn't shaved, long hair--but he also doesn't care. All he cares about is the scratching, the pain--he needs that to go away. He just needs to track down who the fuck his dealer was talking about.

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[heroeswork]

At that terse word, Billy raised an eyebrow, his smile falling completely away. Were they already going to have problems with this? When he'd given mike so many chances... But the obvious heat in Mike's face was so incredibly satisfying.

But he stayed silent, giving Mike the time he needed to work through it. He wanted his new pet to know how to behave when it really came down to it. And that required patience.

So when Mike finally caught on, the smile returned, slowly creeping across Billy's face. He let out a low, deep chuckle. "You're finally catching on! Yes, that's exactly what I expect."

[47redbirds]

Mike looks pointedly at the floor the moment the chuckle happens. It's not quite a laugh, but it's close and Mike is willing himself to do it. Just go ahead and do it. He just.. Has to do it.

He drags his hands down his face, and there's some part of him that understands. That knows this whole thing is a line that they haven't crossed before--even with that bar between his feet, even with being fucked--Mike didn't instigate it. This was something he was willingly doing.

"The whole bottle," He tells himself. Doesn't realize he's said it out loud as he takes a deep breath and moves his hands to the other's jeans. Slowly, hesitantly, reaching to pull Billy's cock out, fully aware of those hands on the top of his head. His knees were already starting to hurt, most likely because of the way he'd been laid out beforehand. He fully expected bruises.

[heroeswork]

Billy licked his lips in hungry anticipation. He was already most of the way hard just from staring down at Mike like this. Coercing him into doing this. Knowing just how much Mike didn't want it, but was doing it anyway. It was thrilling, frankly.

"That's right..." he said softly, a gentle moan escaping with his breath. "The entire bottle..." A shiver ran through him, feeling those fingers on his cock. His breath hitched slightly, eager to feel Mike's mouth without the gag.

[47redbirds]

Maybe this would be over soon. That moan was a good thing and Mike was getting the entire bottle--all of those pills--enough to keep him numb through whatever the fuck was happening. He could do this. He had to do this. Even if he's never done this in his life.

Billy is half hard and Mike finally picks up enough courage to just do it, now that Colin is, already, giddy and anticipatory. It's a good sign. He tries to tell himself such, at least.

Mike, with just the barest hint of stubble as he does so, slowly takes a bit of Billy into his mouth. It's hesitant, unsure, and Mike's eyes are closed the entire time, but he's doing it. Sucking like he would a lollipop--he can barely remember what he likes courtesy of his girlfriends. Especially when in this drastically different situation.

[heroeswork]

Billy let out a soft groan, his head falling back, the moment he felt the warmth of Mike's mouth. Damn, it felt good. Better than he could have ever imagined. Better than he'd ever had before. But that might have something to do with the situation.

But it became clear incredibly fast that Mike really had no idea what he was doing. What guy didn't know what to do? Had drugs fried Mike's head that bad, or was he just incredibly unlucky?

"Easy..." he cooed, lifting his head. He grabbed Mike by the hair, pulling his head back. "Gentle."

[47redbirds]

The whole bottle.

He just has to keep reminding himself that that's what he'll get. The whole goddamn bottle. He has to do a job, do it well, and then he can get back to feeling numb.

He just has to shut everything out.

Mike exhales, those hands surprisingly gentle on his hair, and he wonders how the fuck Paige does this so readily and easily. Then again, Paige isn't held captive by a drug dealer and desperate for a hit. He tries to relax and hums low his throat, tongue beginning to experiment. To see what Billy liked. He moves it in circles around his shaft, still not taking all of it--unable to at the moment--and reminding himself over and over again that this is just for the drugs. He just has to behave.

[heroeswork]

"That's it..." Billy breathed out, his fingers staying light on Mike's head. It felt good, and he made that known, letting out soft moans whenever Mike's tongue hit just the right spot.

He let it go on, letting Mike get comfortable and think he was the one setting the pace. But it was light a feather-light touch when he wanted a proper massage. It was far from enough. But to get what he wanted, he needed to be patient. Let Mike relax. Feel somewhat safe. "Just like that..." he said softly. He was starting to breathe harder, visible in the movement of his chest. But that was more from restraining himself than what Mike was actually doing. What he wanted was so much more than this.

Unable to hold back for long, his fingers found their way to the back of Mike's head. And each time he took as much as he could tolerate, Billy forced his head just a little closer. Not enough to really choke him, but not allowing him to hold back. "Don't be so timid..." he said in a gentle but chiding voice. "If you want the whole bottle, you've gotta take the whole thing."

[47redbirds]

The whole bottle. Mike can do this, can listen to the guy moan and coax and do whatever he wants for the whole bottle. But something else happens, too.

Colin is talking, urging him and he almost feels at ease. Almost. He still knows what he's doing and what's going on, but he's doing as he's told. On his knees. Even if he can't pull back if he's too uncomfortable.

He murmurs something, not exactly words but a hum, throat muscles vibrating on Billy's cock as he suddenly finds himself grunting in protest. Billy pushes far--too far--and Mike gives a small noise of distress, trying to relax his throat. Taking all of Billy is going to need a gag reflex of alarming proportions.

The whole bottle, though. Mike gets the whole bottle.

He braces himself, tries to relax the back of the throat as best as he can, and manages to wrap his lips around the base of the other's cock, unable to say anything but a deep groan.

Just think of the whole bottle, Mike.

[heroeswork]

"There you go," Billy said, more moan than anything as Mike's lips reach the base of his cock. It was so much better without the gag. All of that cold metal. This was nothing but glorious warmth. And then that moan, vibrating him. His head fell back with a hard groan. That was exactly what he wanted to feel. "God yeah..."

But he wasn't letting go. In fact, his grip tightened, forcing Mike's face closer still. Crushing his face against his crotch, fingers digging hard against his scalp. Billy lifted his head to look down at his captive, breathing harder than ever. "Now that's what I like to see," he said with a wicked smile.

[47redbirds]

Mike's face was moved closer and he makes a small noise in the back of his throat as protest, fingers curling into fists, knuckles white as he knows--knows-- that Billy's giving that stupid fucking smile.

His lips are around Billy's dick, and he tries to shift, nose buried in the other's thick curls, breathing heavily through his nose. Billy's cock hits the back of his throat and he lets out not another groan, but instead a small, tiny whimper.

He has to do this. Mike has to do this right, and so after a few laboured breathes, Mike begins to move his tongue again. Doesn't want to start moving his head back and forth, not since Billy's hands are woven into his hair, tight and telling him to stay.

Just has to obey for this little bit....

[heroeswork]

That whimper sent a shiver through Billy. It seemed for a precarious moment that it would be enough to send him over the edge. He panted hard now, groaning and fingers digging into Mike's scalp.

But something was still missing. Something wasn't quite right. He knew exactly what he needed, but how could he make it happen? Mike was already proving to be a tough one to break properly. He'd had to go to extreme measures before to draw out a few tears. But could he do it here?

As good as that tongue felt, Billy seized a fistful of Mike's hair and dragged the captive's head back hard. "Still not quite good enough," Billy said, sounding a bit disappointed. "If you don't step up your game, you're not going to get anything." Despite the threat, he held Mike's head firmly, not letting him move closer.

[47redbirds]

Mike's grabbed by the hair and feels his heart plummet to his chest. He has to step up his game. That's not right. That's not, but Billy has pulled him away and he's gasping for air, tongue moving to lick his lips.

He goes to move closer--silently wanting to go at it so he could figure out what the fuck Billy wanted that he can provide--and finds that he can't. Billy is holding him there, forcing him to look up. Mike's reminded of how that damned accent haunted him for so long after their first meeting.

"Okay," He manages, breathless, and his eyes aren't on Billy now but on the breast pocket of his shirt where the pills had disappeared to. "I'll do whatever you want, I told you. I've never done this." For some reason, even to Mike, they sound like weak attempts at explaining himself.

[heroeswork]

Billy arched an eyebrow as if he didn't quite believe that. Perhaps offering an entire bottle was too good of a reward. But there were things he could do to make the game more desperate. Perhaps it would be more degrading to Mike if the reward were reduced to just a few pills. Or continually telling him it wasn't enough. What would make him cry more?

"A willingness is all I ask," he said, as if completely exasperated. "But if I continue to be so...dissatisfied, you'll only get half."

Without waiting for a response, he dragged Mike closer again. Not giving him time to accommodate or adjust. Just dragging him crushingly close again.

[47redbirds]

"No--" He's cut off. Cut off and, with a loud noise of protest, and as Billy dragged his face closer he actually did choke on the other's dick wit how how fast it came at him. Hits the back of Mike's throat and Mike tenses, unable to help himself, mouth suddenly tight around Billy's dick.

He has to be good. Has to do well. Has to. His eyes shut tight, frustrated, but he's forcing himself to calm down. Those hands in his hair means Billy's still interested.

Half. Half. He wants the whole thing. The whole bottle, so he lets out a pronounced moan this time, grunting with the effort, and begins to bob his head back and forth at a fevered pace. It hurts and each push of Billy's dick to the back of Mike's throat is making an odd noise, but Mike is breathing through his nose. Trying not to panic.

[heroeswork]

Billy seemed to especially respond to those frantic, panicked sounds. Breathing harder, letting out soft, involuntary moans. But still, it wasn't enough. Mike was still too eager, too strong. Pushing through his discomfort just for those pills.

So after a few bobs of the man's head, Billy's grip tightened, crushing Mike's face against him once more, even tighter than before. "None of that..." he scolded, fingers digging into his scalp. "You're going to learn how to be still and take what you're given."

[47redbirds]

Billy was moaning. That had to be good. Billy was moaning and breathing harder, and Mike thinks just for a moment that he's got it--that he's won--and he's met with crushing defeat once more.

His nose is almost flat against Billy's crotch, but instead of a moan or anything like that Mike lets out a distressed grunt. He can't back away and he can barely move his jaw, Billy's cock all the way in his mouth, his jaw actually starting to hurt.

No.

He had to do this, he had to do this so he could get the pills. That's all he anted, just the pills... But he's close. He's so close to failing.

[heroeswork]

Billy dragged Mike's head back, but only halfway, his cock still in the man's mouth. "Every time you move," he warned, "Your reward will be reduced by half." He knew full well that even Mike couldn't stay still and all of his determination and strength could stay still.

He didn't give the captive a chance to think on what that could imply. He took Mike's head with both hands, ensuring at least his head would stay put. Without any more warning like that, he pushed his hips forward. Hard. Thrusting into that eager mouth.

[47redbirds]

He can't. He can't stay still, not that long--not because he was flighty or fidgety, but the instructions were 'get on your knees and open your mouth.' He could do that.

This, though, was far different. But he has to try. Has to, even though he screws his eyes shut as tight as they can and Billy pushes in. He lurches forward, catches himself from falling (mostly thanks to Billy's hands in his hair) and lets out a muffled yell, Billy's cock fat and keeping his mouth full.

There goes half.

[heroeswork]

Billy didn't even go through with what he'd seemed to be planning. He pulled himself from Mike's mouth. In one swift movement, let go of the captive's hair with one hand and slapped him hard across the face. That finger was then jammed into Mike's face. "What was it I said about staying still?" He scolded.

The downside to this method was that Mike was in no way restrained. It was only the promise of the pills that gave Billy any sort of control.

"If you can't stay still, I'll need to put you against the wall. And I doubt that'd be much fun for you."

[47redbirds]

The slap, right across his cheek is still one of the most degrading and humiliating things he thinks has happened, which is odd given the situation. His hands move up, though, only to touch his own cheek as he tries to explain himself.

There's a strange hint of something in his voice that hadn't been there before. Desperation.

"I can't keep that still if you do--that--that roughly," he manages. His last hope is to try to explain. Try to let the other know he unknowingly set Mike up to lose. He shakes his head.

"I'm trying."

[heroeswork]

There was nothing unknowing about it. He was intentionally pushing Mike to fail. To wear him down. To break him. To crush him. Because nothing did that better to a strong, stubborn bastard like a goal that could never be reached.

"Well, you'd better try harder, because it's not enough. Perhaps you need the wall, after all. Give yourself an advantage."

His hand planted on Mike's chest. Using that and his other hand, he shoved the man back, forcing him against the foot of the bed.

[47redbirds]

Mike goes not because he wants to but because he has no choice, and there's that strange strain in his voice, heart hammering in his chest. He honestly doesn't know how to react, so he moves his hands up to around his shoulders. 'I'm unarmed,' he wants to say. Finds he can't. Finds, for a moment, that he's stuttering.

"I can do this," He promises. "I--I can do this, I can do what you asked for."

[heroeswork]

Billy tilted his head to the side, looking for all the world like he didn't trust Mike's word. As if his performance so far proved that he could never do as he was asked.

"How can I believe that when you can't even stay on your knees like I told you to?" There was an angry note to his voice. He seized Mike by the hair in a painful fistful, dragging him upward to urge him back on his knees.

"Down to a quarter. Not doing so well, are you?" He'd put sixty pills in the bottle. Already whittled down to fifteen.

[47redbirds]

He hisses with the effort of getting up, mostly because of the hair pull, and he's never felt everything going so wrong so quickly up until now. His eyes are glassy, not from drugs, but from frustration.

This isn't going to be worth it. This is going to be absolutely dreadful and Mike will get nothing. The problem is he can't, physically, please Billy. Not the way he wants him to.

Mike is blaming himself.

He's too bad. Too quick, too slow. Unable to follow basic goddamn instructions, and Mike licks his lips.

"I'll do better," He manages. "Please."

[heroeswork]

There it was. No tears yet, but they were getting so close. All he could think of what it would be like to have Mike gasping and sobbing around his cock. All for barely more than the number of pills offered for admitting he was a junkie. He wondered if he could push Mike into messing up until he was only given three measly pills. Now that would be a great. To see the utter disappointment on his face.

"If you don't, it's only going to get worse for you." Still harsh, still scolding.

He forced Mike's head back against the bed, keeping a grip on his hair. "Now hold still." Cock in hand, he moved his lips closer to Mike's face, waiting for him to open his mouth.