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]

"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.

[47redbirds]

Mike fights. He's used to the terrible things in the world, especially lasting this long. Functioning. He's woken up in situations worse than drooling, a few times far more demeaning than just the drool.

Mike has also been a fighter until the moment he discovered oxy.

Being left, though--here, with that smack on his ass again that causes his hips to raise and move and his voice to make a start, and he does it. Winds up moaning despite every single part of his being willing him not to.

But the other was packing up. Mike can't say anything but he can shake his head, right? Tell the other that, no, he can't be left like this?

[heroeswork]

Billy took his time, settling the items in the box. Closing it up neatly. Clicking the tabs shut. "Oh, don't be ridiculous," he said to Mike's protest. "Three hours is as long as allow. And don't think of asking for longer." He honestly sounded as though he were scolding a child asking for more cookies.

He didn't put the honey back in the box, though. It was one of those small plastic jars that looked like a subtly creepy bear. He set it down so it faced Mike, not far from his face. A reminder, of sorts.

"Now you be good until I get back." He ruffled Mike's hair around the straps and headed for the stairs.

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He only let twenty minutes pass. Mostly that was how long it took to get what he needed. He had all sorts of things stashed on the upper level, it was a matter of remembering which things he'd put where. But once he finally had them, he headed down the stairs. He had a tote bag slung over one arm, and a metal folding chair tucked under the other. Two items could be seen poking out of the bag. The leather tip of a riding crop and the red and black tails of a leather flogger.

"Having fun I hope," Billy remarked as he stepped toward Mike.

[47redbirds]

Mike had never wanted more than anything to rip through the bar and use it to make sure Colin wasn't alive. He tries to protest--tries--but for all of his work he's rewarded with that container shaped like a fucking bears, right where the other had put honey in his mouth to make it even harder to swallow.

What angered him most was the hair ruffle. The loving touch, like he's a kid and Colin is letting him stay home from school even though he's not sick.

Mike growls in protest, but Billy walks away.

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He's not sure how long it is, but he hasn't been sweating as much (though he is thanks to the vigourous activities), and his head doesn't hurt too bad. It couldn't have been three hours.

It felt like an eternity, though. Of waiting there, erection painful but unable to physically move to do anything about it. The vibration is making him the most uncomfortable, though, especially given that he can't control it.

He can't control anything right now, but the fact that it's in a place that hasn't really been touched before save for Colin earlier... it's the strangest.

Colin walks in and Mike turns his head. He nodded off not because of sleep but because of drugs, but even then it only lasted a good three minutes, realistically, before his body forced him up with the rush of how stimulated he was. Like that had even changed.

There's a small wet spot near his mouth, unable to swallow properly, but Mike doesn't seem to care. Billy is there with a chair and something else, a bag, and Mike makes a warning noise in the back of his throat.

All Mike wants is the plug and ring removed.

[heroeswork]

Billy took his time unfolding the chair and settling it a few feet away from Mike. The bag was set on the floor beside it. "You know," Billy said, dusting off the seat as if needing to prepare it. "I realized I forgot something the last time."

He straightened up and started searching his pockets like a man who forgot his lighter. "Now where did I...ah!" In one of his jacket pockets he seized on something and instantly the low-level vibrations of the plug increased to mid-level. From the pocket he produced something that looked no bigger than the fob on a car key. "I just wish it had a better range."

[47redbirds]

He's trying. Mike is trying very, very hard to fight it, fight the urge, but it's difficult. Even more so when the other stops unfolding his chair and starts to rummage through his pockets.

Everything that happens to Mike is purely instinctual, all of it. On his knees, his entire back arches, and it isn't a moan that comes out of his mouth so much as the very beginnings of a whimper, hoarse and raw but not quite there. He can feel it, now. Colin controlling it. He's ashamed to admit it, but all he wants to do now is come.

His resolve is breaking. Very, very slowly, like it had been in the car.

[heroeswork]

Watching Mike bucking and struggling against those bonds, Billy caught his lip between his teeth, letting out a soft moan. "Now, that's how I like it..." he said, breathy and pleased. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of the chair before settling in it himself.

"I really should apologize," he said as he leaned back in the chair, his legs splaying wide. All of his movements slow and deliberate. "I didn't leave you alone nearly as long as I promised. But just thinking about you down here...trapped...and needy..." His hand slid over the front of his jeans, letting out another soft moan. "It was too much to resist."

[47redbirds]

He tries to crane his neck, trying to move through that far more intense setting on the plug, still lubed up and inside of him, and there's an incredibly loud clank as Mike suddenly tries to use a burst of energy to try to get his hands free.

Apologizing to him. Billy came down earlier and Mike almost wanted him to, too. Wanted him to do something, to fix this goddamn problem... But no.

No, Colin was calling him things. 'Needy.' That one struck a nerve, but all he could do was let what he tried to make a growl out of his throat. Gagged in that way, though, he's sure it came out as something else. Mike didn't matter.

Colin was going to beat off at the sight of him, wasn't he?

[heroeswork]

"But I can't just...let you go, now can I?" As Billy spoke, he unfastened his belt, shifting his hips to a more comfortable position. "It's barely been long enough to see what that ring's capable of." He unfastened the button of his jeans. "If I had my way, it'd never come off..."

His hand slid into his jeans and let out an incredibly satisfied sound. "Yeah..." he breathed out. Pushing the denim down just a bit, he was able to pull himself free. He wasn't just aroused. He was rock hard.

"Keep you writhing, begging just for one little release..." He started to stroke himself, slowly, his eyes never leaving Mike. "Aching for it with every nerve in your body...worse than needing your next hit...." his words trailed off with a groan as his and continued to move.

[47redbirds]

Billy's eyes never left Mike's, sure, but Mike had managed pretty well considering. His gaze never did more than glance over to what the other was doing--in the light, he can now see that maybe it wasn't just because it was his first time that it hurt, because Billy was fucking hard and above average--but his gaze did move.

The moment the other started talking like that. About the drugs, about needing it--comparing the two. Colin controlled junkies except he himself was the drug, almost. Mike couldn't think for too long on that, however, oh no. His eyes squeezed shut, more out of humiliation and shame than anything, and his breathes grew more and more ragged.

He was ready to come, more than ready, but the ring... And the way Colin was saying these things--his body was shaking, all from being overwhelmed--the words, watching the other, his erection and his ass, the tightness of his lips over the gag, still. He couldn't handle it.

[heroeswork]

Billy watched Mike incredibly carefully. It was hard to tell the more subtle aspects given Mike's current position. But he could see the broader strokes. He could see how much Mike needed it, and that he was slowly coming apart at the seams because of it. Just what Billy wanted to see.

"Maybe you don't need it as much as I thought..." Billy sounded almost disappointed. "You're far too quiet..." His free hand held up the small control and he hit a button. The level of vibration didn't change, but instead of a steady buzz, it shifted to an irregular pulse. Billy's other hand never so much as paused in its work.