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]

Mike had come close to a button. Nudged, but hadn't quite hit it. But hearing the follow up, he relaxed. Mike took it in the wrong direction. Good. "You think that's what this is? That I'm just that desperate to get a good fuck?" He pressed closer to grown the words out right into Mike's ear. "I can have anyone I want, any time I want. And do, frequently." It wasn't false posturing. It just felt...empty when he used usual tactics to lure people in. There was no conquest.

"Now..." he started to explain, letting up his weight a little. But he kept his hand on the back of Mike's neck. "You're going to grab the bar with both hands, or I'm going to introduce my little violent friend to your balls. Do I make myself clear?" To emphasize his point, he cupped the other's sack, massaging it ever so gently.

[47redbirds]

His breath hitches, not out of excitement but out of worry. He's touched, massaged, even, and it didn't even matter that it felt good. What mattered was that Billy was trying to get him to immobilize himself.

..He didn't want the shock, though. That electricity. He's not happy about it--he's got a familiar look in his eyes, his jaw set, and glanced down, heart beat increasing rapidly.

"...Completely disgusting," He mutters, but after a moment of silence and not moving, he finally moves to gran it, having weighed his options.

[heroeswork]

Billy let out a sound of warning, almost a growl, at the word. But unlike Mike, he had restraint. A word he didn't like to be called wouldn't send him into a frenzied rage. Yet.

"There's a good boy..." Billy breathed out, his thumb massaging that ever so tender stretch of skin behind the balls. His touch gentle and almost caring. He pulled back then to act quickly, before Mike forced him to do anything else. The leather cuffs were clipped to the bar. Each to their own ring, enough space between them to make things difficult.

Satisfied, Billy sat back on his heels to examine his work. Getting such an unruly captive into a position like that was quiet a feat. And he looked so lovely with his backside raised in the air like that. His hands settled on Mike's ass, gently caressing him. "...beautiful..." he breathed out.

[47redbirds]

Mike shivers at the other's touch, and that isn't something he could fake--it's a strange mixture of abhorration and pleasure, something he's not sure he can even describe. It's intense, and for some reason the fact that he's showing his ass to the other like this clicks only when the other touches it, almost like he's examining a work of art.

He almost shivers again before glancing down at the rings. Automatically trying to jerk out of them, grunting with the effort--the same motion he did to the wall before his ankle was free.

"It's not. You're fucked in the head," He manages.

[heroeswork]

Billy watched as Mike tried to struggle and the rings held. Good. Mike couldn't escape, couldn't run, and most of all couldn't attack. Which freed up Billy's hands completely. He poked through his tool box for a moment, considering what order to do things in.

"You say that as though it's meant to insult me," he commented as he settled the wand back into the box. "Though I'd much prefer you were. In the more litteral sense, meaning your mouth." He smiled at that idea. Of forcing Mike to swallow his cock until he couldn't breathe. It was such a shame Mike wasn't ready for that.

[47redbirds]

Mike visibly cringes, though he's pleased the wand is back in the box. It's an odd game of give and take, of cat and mouse. Mike doesn't want to relent to anything, Billy wants to break him. It's a fucked up dance, so far, but Mike is doing what he does best: not giving up.

He couldn't attack. Not physically. He closes his eyes, trying to think. Mike can only really taunt right now, and he's not sure getting Billy riled up would be a good idea. Not now.

He isn't afraid of Billy, he tries to tell himself. Mike was raped, so what? He wasn't dead. Right?

His head is still swimming, mostly from trying to process absolutely everything that's happening. His head, too, but that's not because of processing it and a lot more because he's been knocked around a lot today. Fuck.

"You're insane. You're absolutely nuts, you--" He doesn't finish his sentence, grunting in frustration as he tries to pull on the chains again. Nearly uproots himself in the process, face hard and determined.

[heroeswork]

"Careful," Billy warned, "You might hurt yourself." He ignored the taunts. Mike had come close to something that he didn't want to tempt again. Didn't want to risk hearing again. Because things were going so incredibly well otherwise.

Plucking two items out of the box, he moved back behind Mike. "What were we at? Three punishments?" He mused he set to preparing the first thing. A soft click of a small plastic bottle being flipped open could be heard. "I've got a lovely paddle that's gonna turn your ass black and blue. So that's one. But where to go from there..."

Cool, slicked fingers pressed against Mike's raised hole. The initial touch was the only warning Mike got before two lubed fingers pressed into him, slow and steady.

[47redbirds]

"You piece of--" And for a second time, he cuts himself off. It's not because of the paddle, it's because of the suddenly cool fingers near his ass, and Mike instinctively rears up as best as he can, face still on the cool floor until he cranes his neck around in a fruitless attempt to see what's going on. It lasts all of two miliseconds before Billy's fingers are inside him.

He can feel it. He can feel those fingers inside of him, slow, arduous. Torturing. Mike doesn't growl, but he does protest, his groan not one of pleasure, but of very slightly subdued anger. He tenses and that only hurts as Billy pushes into him, and so Mike is trying incredibly hard not to squirm.

Punishments. Like this was a game, like this was just some kinky shit. Mike found his head moving back to earlier, how Billy would just state that Mike was off his meds and paranoid. How no one could help him.

No. No, no. He can do this, he just has to fight it.

[heroeswork]

"Mmm..." Billy let out, savoring the way Mike tensed around his fingers. "Still so very tight..." As he pumped his fingers in and out, slowly stretching Mike, he tried to think over what he had here. Or what he could easily grab.

"I don't think the nipple clams are enough to count as punishment...and you'll be fucked one way or another, so that doesn't count...with how quickly you came last time, perhaps a cock ring..." His eyes lit up and there was sudden excitement in his voice. "Or better yet, the one the've dubbed the nine gates of hell. The pain of that one is so...incredible..." He said it as though he knew just what it felt like.

[47redbirds]

He doesn't bother to hide his breathing increasing, mostly with both frustration and something very very close to fear. His hole is being stretched, and Mike has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out, wishing he was far more number to this pain. Wishing he had more so he could just stop caring.

And then Billy reminds him he came quickly, and Mike tries to jerk his head up to protest but doesn't get very far. Not with his position, ass prostrate, Billy looming over him. He closes his eyes as tightly as he can, breathing out. Ragged and enraged.

"I'm not a toy. You can't punish me like I'm a dog, Colin."

[heroeswork]

"Oh, but that's exactly what you are. A toy. My toy. Not so much into the dog thing, myself." He slowed his hand, thinking over his options. "Dragging you around on a leash...now there's an idea."

Finally, he pulled his hand free, satisfied that he'd stretched Mike out just enough. There was a momentary reprieve as he prepared something. And a moment later, the firm tip of a plug pressed against that hole. Billy had selected it based on Mike's reactions in the truck. Judging it to be just barely within Mike's tolerance. It would hurt like hell getting the widest part in, he assumed. But for now, he just applied a slow, gently pressure, letting Mike accommodate the unyielding rubber of the plug.

[47redbirds]

He grips the bar tightly simply because there's nothing else to grip and his fists have automatically clenched as it gets pushed in, and his toes almost curl at the pressure and trying his damnedest not to show anything. He doesn't want to let Billy know he won. He can't.

His breathing picks up, though. Trying not to think about it only means he's thinking about it even more, and concentrating on the widening sensation and the dull pain it gives him. It gets to the widest part and his toes curl and body grows still with the effort of not saying anything, not making a pained sound despite the fact that it hurts like hell.

It doesn't work once it's the widest part, oh no--he lets out an almost inhuman groan, tapering off into a rather angry sounding growl. A single 'fuck' leaves his lips, unused to anything like this.

[heroeswork]

Once Mike starts actually reacting, it takes Billy all the effort he has not to slam the plug the rest of the way in. He stops entirely, letting it linger. Letting that pain really set in for a moment, savoring those delightful sounds Mike makes. Only then does he push it the final fraction of an inch, letting Mike's body take care of the rest.

"This..." he mused, giving the base of the plug a tap, "is a permanent feature while you're here. Well...near permanent. To make sure you're good and ready any time I need you to be. And to ensure you're properly entertained...." He didn't so much tap the base as press something on it. And the plug set into a soft, subtle vibration.

[47redbirds]

Mike already feels like he's out of breath, which is ridiculous, considering he hasn't physically done much. But he can tell Mike is so pleased, so fucking happy and it's turning his stomach.

He was a toy, he realizes. He's going to be Billy's plaything for who knows how long, and Mike takes a deep breath. He needs to think, he needs to rationalize, he needs to keep above the water--

Billy taps it a second time and Mike's next noise isn't pained, but it's certainly a strange cry. Confusion, mostly, and surprise. The plug in his ass was vibrating.

Of course it was, Mike reprimands himself. It's fucking Colin, of course it's a goddamn sex toy.

"You want to take all the fight away?" He manages. "To stop the challenge?"

[heroeswork]

A shudder runs through Billy at that delightful sound. That confusion and surprise so evident. He ran his hands over Mike's backside, just taking it all in. He could stay there for a good long while, watching the effects the plug had on his captive. How he accommodated it, and reacted once he relaxed.

"Oh, the fight's long over, Mikey boy." Billy was amused that Mike tried that angle, though. It was new and inventive. He liked that. He had no doubt that the moment he unfastened those cuffs, Mike would find a way to fight. He was far from broken. "This is where the fun begins..." He lifted his hand and smacked Mike hard across the ass again. "Just think of all that this position affords us. It's so...convenient."

[47redbirds]

"You're fucking crazy," Mike manages, entire body shifting with the smack right on his ass. It stung, not like the way the plug fit in but a sharp, stinging sensation that causes him to wince.

No way. No way the fight was over. Mike just had to comply long enough to get free again, to find some way to fuck Billy over. But that hand on his ass, moving the plug in the process.... And those words.

'Convenient.' 'Fun.'

This was anything but.

[heroeswork]

Billy ran his hand over the spot he'd struck, kneading that firm backside again. He just couldn't get enough of it. It was more than he could have ever hoped for. Any easily manipulated junkie with blatant hot buttons, difficult to break, with such an incredible body. Someone up there really liked him.

"You're starting to sound like a broken record, Mikey..." He so loved that Mike had demanded he stop using that name.

Pushing back, he went for the tool box again. This time he snagged something from the trays. It wouldn't take long for Mike to find out what Billy had grabbed. Slender fingers found the other's cock easily, stroking him slightly before sliding the snug silicone ring around the base.

[47redbirds]

'Mikey,' like a kid. And Billy knows it gets to him, too. Knows it makes him mad. Every time he says it, Mike can hear the grin on his face, cheshire-like and proud.

The vibrator is still on, constantly stimulating him, and he swears he can feel the movement in his skull if he sets his jaw just right. It's an almost surreal quality and--

Wait. The taunts. The jabs. Mike slides his eyes closed, trying to concentrate even though those hands are on his cock, sliding something on. He has to fight through all of this stimulation, has to figure this out--

"That's it. You don't get off on breaking people, you get off on control. You don't even--" God, this was difficult, but he pushes through the distractions. "--care about this. You just crave that control, you want to make sure there's someone out there you can fucking manipulate."

[heroeswork]

Shit. If Mike got any closer to the truth, he'd have a good and proper weapon. What he needed to do was make it so Mike couldn't talk any more. Couldn't piece anything further together. He needed Mike to stop thinking.

"Oh, there's plenty of things that I crave. More than you could ever know."

He fished around in the toolbox for a moment. And he found something that was both wicked and delightful. Perfect for what he needed. Grabbing Mike by the hair, he didn't give the other a chance to see the gag. The ring and its four legs, all metal. A proper distraction. He seemed to not even care about watching the other's teeth as he force the metal into Mike's mouth.

[47redbirds]

Shit. Shit, shit. He was close, so close, to figuring it out. To getting something on Billy and if he could just get a few more minutes, a few more words in--he could fight. He could get right back up and--

--And he's grabbed by the hair and his teeth clack against something metal. He feels the ring and before he knows it he's reduced to having his mouth forcibly open at all times, unable to say anything. He's stuck now, ass upright, cuffed to a bar, a fucking gag in his mouth.

He tries to speak. Tries to voice something, but can't. Not with the new toy, and how rhythmic the plug in his ass vibrating was... It's getting harder and harder to think. There's almost too much stimuli.

[heroeswork]

Billy took his time fastening the gag around Mike's head, but he was far from gentle. He tugged the buckle as tight as he could, shifting the gag to make sure it was settled as deep as possible. The spider gag was such an ingenious, devious thing. Far better than a simple ring gag, in his opinion. But it didn't stop with just the one buckle. Straps continued up over his head and under his chin. Cinching tight and holding everything in place.

He reached into the toolbox again to remove one of the more unconventional items. A finger hooked into the ring now at the top of Mike's head, he yanked back. Hard.

"When I'm through with you," he said, almost sweetly. "Escape's going to be the last thing from your mind." There was a soft click, similar to the sound of the lube bottle. "You're going to be so exhausted, thinking is going to be too much."

What he had in his hand was a small bottle of honey. With a steady hand, he squeezed out just a few small drops, letting them fall just behind Mike's lower teeth. Knowing that the sweetness would make him salivate like crazy and the gag would make swallowing incredibly difficult.

[47redbirds]

He's trying to back away. To buck his head, to do something, anything, but that gag is fit tightly on his mouth, stretching his face it feels like, and he tries to close his mouth instinctively only to find he can't.

He yells--or does something similar to a yell--and the sound that comes out of his mouth visibly shocks him. It's guttural, it's strange, and Mike has no time to think when Colin yanks him up and he hears a snap.

He tries to make a sound of protest, thinking it's more lube which means god knows what, but something is put into his mouth and Mike winces until he tastes it. Sweet. Honey?

He tries to form the words 'what are you doing,' but in his shift to even say anything the buttplug moves as well and he lets out a moan despite himself.

Fuck. He's starting to drool, which doesn't matter to him--what matters is that he can't swallow, and he shoots a half-confused inquiry half-glare at Billy, still unable to move at all.

[heroeswork]

Billy closed the bottle of honey, setting it down on the floor. "That's more like it," he said, almost sweetly. "Watching you drool like the dog you are's gonna be a reward in itself." He shoved Mike's head forward. It wouldn't last terribly long, but he could always add more honey if he wanted to. Or other things. He'd made sure to find a ring that was large enough to accommodate himself, should the desire arise.

But for now, he dragged his hands down Mike's back and gave his ass a hard smack.

"I wonder if you could handle it if I left you like this..." he mused. "How long would it take for the plug to drive you mad? An inexperienced man like yourself probably couldn't get off on the vibration alone, but with the ring...oh, there'd be no chance at all. What do you think? An hour?" His hand slipped around to drag his fingers over the other's trapped cock. "Two?"

[47redbirds]

His head is pulled forward and Mike actually finds himself thanking Colin a bit that he's at least let go of his hair. His mouth is open, drooling, and doesn't have time to tell himself how sick and perverted thanking his kidnapper is because a hand lays on his ass, smacking it and moving the plug around just a bit, reminding him it's there. Reminding him of all the pulsation, all of the vibration....

Fuck. He's hard, of course. Has been hard the moment that plug went in, unable to stop himself. The ring leaves everything tight, everything wanting to burst forth the moment Billy touches him and part of Mike wants himself to come and get it over with but he can't. He just can't, and the other's words--

Wait. Leave him like this for how long?!


"N--" He tries to say no, but what comes out is a noise Mike doesn't even recognize, even as he shakes his head as best he can, blue eyes snapping up to Billy.

He doesn't want the other to finish him, either, but he doesn't want to stay like this. Not with so much fucking stimulation, and how it all felt good despite the fact that he knows it isn't.

[heroeswork]

Billy continued to idly stroke Mike as he squirmed and protested. Even adding something that many people found utterly embarrassing and demeaning didn't seem to have deterred Mike. He'd left people in gags that made them drool even slightly and they acted like it was the end of the world. Mike barely even seemed to notice it. He'd thought that being a junkie, despite his physique, Mike would have hit that point and folded like a house of cards. He was rather pleased to see he'd been wrong.

"Three?" Billy said, sounding as though he were clarifying what he thought he heard from that mangled sound. "I mean, if you insist, who am I to say no?"

Pulling his hand away from Mike's cock, he gave that ass a hard smack and set to packing up his tool box. He didn't actually intend to leave Mike there for nearly that long. But it wouldn't hurt to have him think that for a little while.