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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[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.

[47redbirds]

His scalp feels like it's on fire, with how he's being tossed and turned and jerked around. Nothing compares to the burning in his throat. How he feels like he's going to throw up as the number gets shorter and shorter and Billy gets more and more unimpressed.

He takes a deep breath, mentally steeling himself. Mentally preparing, though he's not sure if he can last even as he opens his mouth. If Billy goes too rough or too fast, he's going to lose it and he can't afford it. Can't afford to.

He needs, needs, needs those pills.

[heroeswork]

"There you go..." Billy said, sounding a little more pleased as Mike finally opened his mouth. He pushed the tip of his cock between those lips, seemingly intent on taking his time. "All I ask is that you stay still. Is that so hard?"

He pushed his hips forward hard. It wasn't exactly fast or all that forceful, but he certainly didn't have Mike's comfort in mind. He buried himself deep in Mike's throat, pinning the man's head to the mattress with his hips.

[47redbirds]

Mike lets out a cry as billy rams his cock in his face, hard and unforgiving. He's so surprised he brings his hands up, as if wanting to so something about it, but fingers curl into fists, hands hovering midway up before he finally moves them down.

The pain if how rough the other was, hitting his throat and causing him to start to gag... The situation seemed to be hitting him.

He was so, so close to crying.

[heroeswork]

Billy froze the moment those hands came up, a fiery look of irritation flashing over his face. His grip on Mike's hair tightened, and he remained still for that precarious moment, still hilt-deep in Mike's mouth. Only when those hands lowered did he seem to relax.

"Down to seven," he scolded harshly. "How many more can you lose, Mikey?"

His hips started to move, pulling about halfway out before shoving back in. It wasn't meant to be comfortable. Brutal, bruising, and above all, demeaning. He wanted Mike to feel every last thrust when he swallowed those pills later.

[47redbirds]

He's pushed and he nearly gags, right then and there, and it's the actual moment he moves forward and loses it.

How many more can you lose, Mikey?

It's the name in conjunction with everything else. He breathes in, shuddering, and he actually does manage to gag. Billy's cock is thick and hard and Mike can't handle anymore, not with the stress of what's on the line. He begins to cry. Silent, save for his own coughing gag as Billy thrusts in.

Mike swears he's going to go insane.

[heroeswork]

There it was. At long last. The gagging. The tears. It was almost enough to push him over the edge right then and there. That rush of seeing that he'd broken the junkie once more.

But he drew it out for a few more thrusts, savoring each one, crushing Mike's tear-stained face against himself. He tried to hold himself back, his breath heaving and moans growing strained. But it was too perfect. Each time Mike gagged, he shuddered, struggling to make it last.

But finally, he dragged Mike close, with enough force that it seemed he might tear out hair from the root in the process. Slammed deep in the junkie's throat, he let out a howl of a cry, releasing hard.

[47redbirds]

Mike lets out a shuddering sob, unable to do anything. Not against that massive hip thrust, choking him and making him see stars.

He's crying. An absolute mess, tears streaming down his face, nothing but the smell of Colin's crotch and of semen hot in his mouth. Colin releases and Mike is left, shaking and sobbing, unable to look at him in the eye. Unable to do much of anything but swallow and gag, stomach churning.

Once Colin finally lets him go he coughs and gags, spitting like that's even going to help. IT's not, he knows it's not but it's an involuntary reaction.

He's not going to get the pills. He's not going to do this, not at all. He fucked up. He fucked up the basic of instructions and he still fucked up.

He's still crying, too.

[heroeswork]

Billy watches Mike once he's released. That crying was all he ever wanted to see. Mike was so very shattered and vulnerable. Just the way he should be.

Taking a moment, Billy tucked himself back into his pants, buttoning them properly. And never once did his gaze leave his prisoner's face. He wanted to see every last one of those tears as they fell. Something akin to fondness shone on Billy's face, too. This is the way it should be.

He crouched down in front of Mike, fingers finding his chin to tilt his face up. "Look at you..." he said, his tone bordering on affection.

[47redbirds]

Mike shakes his head, brows knit, panting, and the moment Billy tilts his chin up he sharply moves his face to the side, away from him.

He can't do this. He can't do this, he thinks, and feels another sob bubble up in his throat despite the fact that nothing is happening.

"No more," He manages. "No more, please." He won't even get his pills. He's a shaking, crying mess, with come still on him, the taste rancid in his mouth, foreign and unusual.

[heroeswork]

A sharp, wicked edge entered Billy's smile as Mike looked away, begging. He was completely broken, with only the smallest bit of fight still left. Most men would be curled up on the floor, not moving, just giving up entirely. Even broken, he still had something left to pull away. And Billy liked that.

He was so pleased with Mike's behavior now, that he pulled the pills from his pocket. He poured out several into his own palm, giving them a quick count. Roughly 15, maybe even 17. He was feeling generous.

Taking Mike's hand, forcing it palm up, he poured the loose pills into it, and closed the man's fingers around them. "For being such a good little pet," he said as he patted Mike's cheek. But really, it was a test. Giving a desperate and broken junkie that many pills at once after such a trauma. Would Mike actually be good, or would he take them all at once?

[47redbirds]

Mike's gaze never leaves the pills. He was expecting one--expecting punishment, something like Billy's voice berating him. The scowl of a scottish accent piercing into his ears, pricking his brain with words of how useless he was. How he was a junkie. He wasn't.

....But he was, because he's actually crying as Billy closes his hands around the pills. There had to be 16 or so, and when he inhales his chest rattles, he swears.

Mike's voice is harsh and rough and he opens his hands again, lips moving as he counts. Exactly 15. He curls long fingers around them, closes his eyes, and unfurls his hand a second time. Opens his eyes to see he isn't, in fact, dreaming.

"W--why?" He managed, taking a small handful of about five in his other hand and looking at them with a strange sort of reverence.

[heroeswork]

Billy's smile softened at the question. His face looked almost warm for once, approving and pleased. There was no more harshness, no more anger or insults. But it was all incredibly calculated. Positive reinforcement. A gentle touch when the dog expected a harsh one. Because withholding violence, withholding punishment sometimes had more impact than inflicting it. He could have lashed out. Smacked Mike, taken the pills. Anything to teach him not to question things. But he chose not it.

"Because..." He let a small silence stretch as he tucked the bottle of pills into his pocket again, "...you finally did as you should. Keep progressing, and I'll ensure you're never without your medicine."

[47redbirds]

Mike looks confused for a moment--which is strange, given that Mike, once upon a time, was one of the smartest people in the room. Now? Now he's on the floor, breathing heavily, looking at the pills.

His gaze snaps up as he watches the pills, only to look at Billy with that same amount of confusion mixed with something else--want.

Need.

"All I have to do is just...let you do whatever you want?" He asks, and there's a hint of something else. Suspicion. Wariness. But they're the real thing.

He's tempted, for a moment, to put them all in his goddamn mouth. Maybe he could get one last high before all is said and done. Instead, he picks two out of the first handful and swallows them dry, trying not to look as relieved as he felt.