AGALMATOPHILIA

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Tyler didn't dare move his eyes from the spot where they were fixated, knees clamped tightly together in an attempt to make himself less exposed.

Josh had decided that Tyler was never to be without cuffs, and cuffed was exactly what he was.

Even his legs were cuffed to the outside of the chair legs, hence the attempt to push his own legs closed.

He glances back down towards himself, the soft, pale green dress that came a few inches past the top of this thighs was the reason for his exposure.

Across from him, the entire house baron of Brendon, Josh sat, leaning back in his chair.

Rapping his fingers along the table top occupied his right hand, whereas his left supported his face between a thumb and pointer.

Finally, the terrified hostage risks a glance up at the clock behind Josh's head.

"It's 8:00," Josh speaks before Tyler can even look up. "Brendon's sure been gone awhile,"

Forced to look at the fiery headed man, Tyler nods slightly.

"Better be back soon I'm hungry," the doll maker grumbles with a soured expression, lip curling with distaste.

"M-me too," Tyler replies small, softly, the man across from him rolls his eyes.

The vermillion man watches on intently, the smaller, insecure tan boy visibly shaking under the strain his legs were enduring.

"You cold dollface?"

Tyler does not respond.

"You're shaking like a leaf,"

"Why do you care?"

"Hey I care about you! I could've cuffed you down nude just to make it a little more interesting," the dollmaker's face splits into a seedy wide grin, Tyler straining his muscles tighter just to try and shut his legs. "But I didn't, cause I care,"

Shutting his eyes for a split moment is an immediate bad choice as the first thoughts to flood his frustrated mind where of Josh himself, specifically the first night they had seen each other.

Had he really watched Tyler the entire time?

A twisting, tumbling feeling hits deep in the pits of Tyler stomach, he felt disgusting, because the thought of Josh watching him had indeed turned him on more.

Stealing an embarrassed glance back up to the dollmaker, Tyler finds that he had already been watching him.

"Shaking and you're blushing? Penny for the thought that's wrecking you right now?" He stops tapping along the table, letting his arm relax and hand slide back and into his lap.

The golden glazed boy snaps his doe eyes back toward the floor, legs beginning to cramp and seize.

Just hold on Tyler, Brendon will be back soon and you can relax then, keep those knees together!

"Why so quiet dollface? Tell me what you're thinking,"

"I'm not thinking anything,"

"Well that's a shame isn't it, must be very boring not to think, must of caught a pretty but ignorant one,"

Tyler's face wrinkles with anger, glaring the red head in the eyes.