Andrew goes and joins the other onlookers sitting on the steps of the basement staircase, like an audience on the bleachers, spectating a baseball game. Twirling the paddle in his hand, stronk dominant boy charged towards Daniel's limp body, pooled on the ground.
Joseph grabs Daniel by his long chestnut brown hair, forcing daniel to look at him. His hair plastered to an open wound carved into his check, caked in thick, congealed, blood and seeping wound weep. Joseph picks the strands of Daniel's soft hair out of the wound, Daniel flinches in pain. Joseph recoiling, in fear of hurting his precious cumslut, he hesitates before tending to Daniel's wounds once more.
Joseph places the paddle down beside him before scooping Daniel's frail body up off the floor and into his arms. Brushing Daniel's hair aside, exposing his bruised neck, bright red handprints wrapped around his neck like a collar on a dog. The frail corpse-like boy fades in and out of consciousness, barely able to keep himself breathing, his vision blurred with sweat and tears, along with the blood from a raw forehead abrasion. Despite his exhaustion, he fights to keep his eyes open, he fights to keep staring into the deep emerald eyes of his savior. A swift rush of adrenaline gives him the strength to clamber further into Joseph's warm embrace, throwing his arms over his strong shoulders, pulling himself onto Joseph's lap. Joseph had never seen Daniel be so forward and dominant. Joseph felt mildly threatened by the lankster's newfound dominance. In an attempt to re-establish his place as dom, Joseph grabs Daniel by the throat, throwing him down against the cracked concrete floor. He begins to ferociously caress Daniel's lips, unable to satisfy his thirst for Daniel.
{Displeased with the position on the floor} Joseph drags the empty husk towards the tennis table set up at the back of the stage-like area of the basement floor. Heaving the corpse-like boy onto the table. His body, so boney, yet so boneless at the same time
