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

[fabricatings]

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]

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.

[47redbirds]

He's trying to weather it. Trying his fucking hardest to deal with it so he doesn't have to beg, doesn't have to do anything he doesn't already think is going to get Colin all hot and bothered.

Mike's good at tuning certain, continuous things out-moreso when he's on oxy. The hum of a TV. Traffic.

This.

It's harder, of course, made worse by Billy mixing it up. The irregular pulses he couldn't brace himself for, couldn't get used to it and at almost each pulse's beginning with he makes an odd noise. He tells himself it's not a moan. Convinces himself, even, as his back starts to arch and he's closing his eyes shut as much as he can.

He swears, though, even above the buzzing and his own moan, he can hear Colin's hand over his dick.

[heroeswork]

"That's more like it..." Billy breathed out as Mike started to moan. That's exactly what he wanted to hear. What he wanted to see, as Mike's body started reacting more readily to the vibration.

The absolute beauty of the position he'd put Mike in was the complete and utter lack of stimulation that could reach the man's cock. He could squirm and shift and fight, but no matter what he did, he'd receive no attention unless Billy gave it to him. And with that ring, other stimulus couldn't trigger anything. Until Billy allowed it. Ultimate control.

But it wasn't enough. Billy needed more. His hand moved faster, his breath labored, but he wanted more. It wasn't for lack of distance or direct touch. That in itself only added to the experience. He had enough to meet his basic thirst. But why settle for that when he could have so much more? Mike was struggling, visibly upset, but he wasn't crying.

So he hit a button on the control and the vibration changed again. The pulses increased in force and dropped down again, the full range the plug was capable of. The bottom was as soft as the first setting Billy had used. The top was incredibly strong. And the pulses moved through these in a never ending wave.

[47redbirds]

It was coming in waves now, and Mike was trying hard--so very very hard--to keep himself together. It was hard. Hard, and with each wave and each moan, the smell of honey still lingering, he began to feel pain. An itching sort of pain, but not the type that came with oxy--no, the kind that has making his cock ache with every pulse, erection unrelenting.

Mike was trying. Every effort, every fibre of his being, not to feel so helpless, so out of control. Everything he did--every shift, every movement, every struggle--it was driving him mad.

It takes a few more moments. Mike lasts so very long before he caves, but there's a certain high pulse the plug hits that has him crying out, and it's not a moan--it's a keening sound, almost a whimper as he bows his head completely, as if trying to cover his face. He can't.

He can't do it anymore. Colin has bested him and he's shaking not from drugs, but because he's beginning to cry. Just a bit, of course, but his body is so overwhelmed by absolutely everything he can't hold it in anymore. All he wants is release from both the pain and the pleasure, and at the moment his mind isn't even sure which is which.

[heroeswork]

The moment Billy sees it, that attempt to hide, that shudder of a sob, he lets out a hard groan. Teeth sunk into his lower lip, he basked in the product of his work. Of reducing this fighter, this strong and defiant man, to a sobbing, quivering mess on the floor. A shudder of absolute pleasure ran through him. And suddenly, his hand wasn't enough.

Almost as if intended to be a reward, Billy turned to plug back down to the first setting. But not before cranking it up to its absolute fullest--that super strong vibration without the pulses--for a few moments. Only once it had settled back down at the softer setting did Billy move.

He kicked the honey bottle out of the way and lowered himself to his knees in front of Mike. With almost gentle hands, he drew the other's head into his lap, sliding closer as he did. "This is how you should be," he said in a loving tone. "Always." His fingers stroked through Mike's hair, gentle and soft.

[47redbirds]

He's trying, still, not to do it--not to cry with pain and desperation, but he is, and he can't even close his mouth and set his jaw like he normally does to stop himself. The gag has taken all of his instinctual ways to stop himself from crying, and all he can do is shake and listen to Colin's words.

The plug spiked and spiked hard, and Mike gave that same keening, whimpering noise though this time his toes curled and his fists balled, unable to do anything else. Colin wants him pliant, touching him and Mike found himself craving that touch, if but for a moment, because it was something. He still keeps his head to the side, trying to avoid him, trying not to drool over the other's pants, all-too aware of the other's rock hard erection near his face.

[heroeswork]

Mike trying to hide, trying to fight it, only added to Billy's enjoyment. He continued to stroke the man's hair as if comforting him after something awful. "That's it..." He said, soft and encouraging. "Just let it out...just let it all out..."

But his hands seemed to betray his words. After a few moments, his touch grew less gentle. He hooked a finger into the ring where the straps pet atop Mike's head, and pulled his head up. "But maybe...you need more reason to cry..."

His free hand went to his own cock. Between that and the grip he had on Mike's head, he guided his captive's mouth into position. He teased it a little, letting the tip drag over Mike's lower lip. "I've wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you..."

[47redbirds]

He needs just a moment to compose himself, Mike tells himself. Just a moment. Just one.. brief moment.

But no. No, Billy goads him into crying more by shushing him gently in an oddly matronly fashion, in a way that makes Mike's skin crawl. It's too much, all of this is, and then Billy's dick goes near his mouth and he can't do much more than whine in protest, another tear rolling down his cheek. He can't even form the words 'no,' and those last words.

I've wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you.

They play over and over in his head, drowning out his own protests.

[heroeswork]

That tear seemed to have the same effect on Billy as a lover whispering his name in his ear. He let out an unsteady breath, a wave of pleasure rolling over him. His hand left his cock to gently stroke Mike's cheek, but did nothing to disturb that tear. "Absolutely perfect..." He said, softly.

His fingers stroked through the man's hair before grasping himself again. Using the ring and moving his own hips, he stayed almost gentle as he pushed his cock through the ring in the the gag. The head brushing over Mike's tongue. Pushing deeper. Going slow, as if he wanted to give Mike a chance to accommodate it. But really, he wanted to give his body the proper chance to react. Knowing that the saltiness and the intrusion would likely make him drool even more than the honey did.

[47redbirds]

The last thing he needs right now is yet another introduction of something, and Mike knows it's coming. He's not stupid, even if he can't think properly at all anymore.

Billy forces his way in, but it's smooth and slow and Mike can't even protest anymore as he feels the head over his tongue, salty like sweat and precome. He thinks he's going to vomit--on sheer force of not wanting it alone--but no such luck.

No, instead, he's drooling even more, getting it all over his mouth, all over Colin's dick. He doesn't make noises now, save for a brief choking sound as Colin goes even deeper.

All he can taste is him, now, and he shuts his eyes as tightly as he can, trying to fight off tears but to no avail.

[heroeswork]

A shudder ran through Billy when Mike choked. As if it were sweet words whispered in his ear once more. He let out a soft moan, practically crushing Mike's face against his crotch. What a shame that the gag prevented him from feeling that warm mouth all the way to the base. But what he could feel, his captive's throat struggling against him, was exquisite.

Holding Mike's head in place by the straps, Billy started to move his hips. Not quite brutal, but certainly not as gentle as he'd been. He certainly had no regard for whether or not Mike could breathe. He just wanted to hear those desperate choking sounds. Feel that saliva soaking his chin. His head fell back, letting out a moan of absolute ecstasy.

[47redbirds]

He's being fucked whether he likes it or not, and right now Mike can't even process much beyond that. His ass is still vibrating, he can feel his cock dripping with precome, and he's pretty sure despite the room temperature he's covered in sweat from everything happening.

His head is pounding, but no feeling is stronger than each thrust Colin gives into his mouth. He can barely breathe but it's rough, the back of his throat being hit over and over again by Colin's cock. Mike is tasting Colin, tasting all of him, and he can't stop the tears now freely coming from pain. His cock is still in need of attention, and Colin's is right in his mouth, forceful, demanding.

Mike can't take it much more, he manages to think, and there's a stark, staccato choking sound with each thrust that gets put in his mouth. He can barely react anymore, his mind on autopilot.

[heroeswork]

It didn't take Billy long at all. Those choking sounds. The tears. Mike so incredibly helpless. Just knowing that that this was all his doing. That he controlled the other's most basic functions with each thrust of his hips. Before too long, before the limited air supply could make Mike black out, Billy pulled himself free.

One hand force Mike's head back further, as far as he could without causing too much pain. His other hand continued to work over his saliva-slicked cock. And with a hard, deep groan, he came hard. Aiming directly at that gag. Making a mess of Mike's open mouth and damp chin.

[47redbirds]

Some in his in his mouth, now, and Colin is salty and sweaty and Mike, unable to do a thing, can only feel the other's hot come on his face and around his mouth. It was worse than his own drool--it was far, far more demeaning. Semen mixed with his own tears, Mike now openly sobbing.

Colin came. Used him, abused him. And Mike still hadn't had the mercy of any touch, not to what he desperately needs. He's forced to be a plaything, and his whole body shudders as he tries to let out a scream, or a cry, but nothing comes out but a pathetic, defeated sob.

[heroeswork]

Billy let go of Mike completely to carefully tuck himself back into his jeans. Only after he zipped himself back up, he took Mike's head in his hands. To force him to look up. "There you go..." He said soothingly, petting the man's hair with one hand. "You've been so very good. So...beautifully good."

He gently stroked his thumb over Mike's cheek, wiping away some of the tears. "I'll bet you're hurting for something, now. And you've been so good, I think you've earned a proper reward...do you want it?"

[47redbirds]

Mike does. He does, he does, he does, his tears are wiped away and Mike doesn't care, for once. Doesn't care about how demeaning, or dehumanizing it is, he just wants it to stop. He just wants all of this to stop, and he can barely think.

Billy was right. Mike really wasn't able to think in the least bit.

He can't move his head but he can make a small noise of affirmative--what he hopes is a small noise, but instead that same whimper from the plug's highest setting comes from his throat, chin covered in his own drool and Colin's semen.

[heroeswork]

Billy smiled at that. The desperate, incoherent sound. Billy just closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying that small, but so incredibly vital sound. So much better than the angry insults from before.

Billy shifted, settling Mike back completely on the floor. All so he could shift around to the side. His hand slipped down beneath Mike's torso and wrapped his fingers around that poor neglected cock. It wasn't a teasing touch, either, giving it a firm, demanding stroke. "Is this what you want?"

[47redbirds]

His hips rock forward, moving towards that hand as much as he could in his position. Mike wanted it, he wanted it so bad he was pushing as much movement as he could towards that hand's stroke on his cock, erect and engorged from the ring making him unable to come.

He's breathing heavily through his nose, almost panting, and he can't say anything. He nods, instead, vigorously. He just wants it to end. The stroke felt like fire, painful, and yet that was all that Mike wanted.

[heroeswork]

Billy practically beamed. Mike wasn't refusing anymore. Wasn't denying what he really wanted. That nod held so much more meaning than simple agreement or acceptance. It meant Mike wasn't fighting any longer. He was embracing it. Or that's how Billy saw it.

He continued to stroke without removing the ring. As if trying to force Mike to get off with it still on. Firm and while not rapid, certainly weren't slow. As that hand worked, the other moved over Mike's ass. Caressing it. It really was the captive's best feature. He gave it a quick slap before at last moving onto his target. He grasped the plug, and slowly started to pull it free. Recalling how difficult it had been for Mike to accommodate the widest part, he was slow. Relentless, but slow.

[47redbirds]

Mike gave a guttural moan as the plug was removed, his entire body visibly shaking at the feeling of it being pulled out. It was almost exquisite,and he doesn't realize his body raises, ass first, as the other removes it.

With every thrust, though, every steady movement Billy's fingers have around his cock, trying to push his hips into it, trying everything for the other to couch him despite how painful it was, how much he was positive he was going to just pass out from everything that's happening. Mike, even while unable to even think properly, is still able to fight himself in that aspect.