Purgatory

8

Juices hands trembled, he tried to steady them as he practiced his happy face a few times. He took a deep breath, shaking his limbs out, cracking his neck, jumping up and down he tried to get his adrenaline to settle so he could at least fake the call. He pressed the camera.

With a forced smile on his face he waited for the camera to connect. "Hey Tully." His voice cracked as he spoke, he cleared his throat.

"Ahh, there's my baby." Juice could see Tully pacing the cell.

"Yep, here I am." He sighed trying to gain some composure.

Tully sat down on the bed, his face coming into focus on the small screen now that he had sat down. His hair was disheveled, Juice could tell he had been messing with it, he did that when was nervous. His body was stiffer than usual, maybe this was more than a skeevy attempt to see him. Maybe something was going on? This was most likely an unexpected benefit for Juice to be able to see Tully, he could read the other man too.

"You alright Tu- Papi? You seem a little on edge." He stated very matter of fact, eyes moving over the screen watching him move around. He went over to his sofa and sank down, hoping to find some refuge in the cushions.

Tully settled with his back against the wall of the bottom bunk, one hand finding its way to his dark hair. "I'm fine boy, don't worry about Papi. You just do what your told, you understand?"

Juice winced at the words knowing Tully was lying to him. He was being colder than he was even during these last few weeks. He was trying to maintain his intimidation, his power, but Juice could read him so well.

He raised his eyebrows in a way he knew made him look like a sad puppy. Hopefully, he could get out of phone sex by diverting the attention.

"I understand, you just don't seem like yourself is all."

Tully rolled his eyes, corner of his mouth flickering into almost a smile before he regained control.

"Why do you pay so much attention boy?" Tully sighed; Juice didn't answer knowing the question was rhetorical. "I know I haven't been the nicest to you lately, I need you to understand your roll in all of this. You..." He sighed again, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

Juice was confused, Tully wanted to video chat him, so he could control the situation, or so he had assumed. Maybe Tully hadn't expected the shared benefit of this, maybe he chickened out? He was never good at having to perform with an audience, he had always seemed like he was having a harder time than Juice whenever he had to dole out punishments or rapes with more eyes than their own around. He acted almost as if he were the victim in the situation, which always confused Juice. He had watched this man do unspeakably horrible things to other people without so much as blinking. He always exaggerated more when it was Juice though, and Juice had learned to tell the difference having been on the receiving end many times.

"You make this so much harder than it has to be. I'm sorry that this is the way it must be for now. Maybe you can earn back your freedoms baby, but for now, I gotta keep you in place. You understand?" Tully's voice lost the sympathetic sound it almost it, and went into his cold shot caller voice, eyes blank save for the glance into the right corner of the cell. He did it several times in a row, which Juice started to interpret to mean there was someone present. Tully usually didn't signal anyone's presence but this time there was a reason, Juice felt his spine tingle.

He did acknowledge what Tully had said verbally, understanding their conversation was about to shift. He simply nodded at Tully, accepting that for now this was his fate.

"I'm sending something to help you keep busy baby, want to keep you out of trouble. You gotta finish school and focus on getting your life together like a good boy."

"I am plenty busy; I really don't need anything else. With school, the part time job I picked up and the goons that follow me around..." Tully raised his hand cutting him off.

"It's not optional baby, you get restless when you're alone. I know you haven't been hanging out with your school friends. I know that's partly because I haven't really allowed it. I do feel a little bad that you're just in that ivory tower. You will have to go to the post office to pick up the freight. Full instructions are enclosed, and two of the goons can also help you when you need them too."

Juice was trying to figure out what the hell it could be, he didn't want it he did know that much.

He swallowed, his mouth felt dry, his leg wouldn't stop bouncing. An awkward silence fell between them, Juice hated that because he knew where it would lead. As if on cue, Tully cleared his throat, sly smile on his face.

"Alright baby, not feeling chatty?" His voice was laced with faux concern.

Juice frantically tried to think of something to say, anything to start another conversation, but he came up with nothing. He just shook his head no. "Not really, I'm sorry, I told you I wasn't feeling that great."

Tully hummed, running his tattooed fingers through his dark slicked back hair. "Well how about let's get you feeling good huh?"

Mentally Juice screamed, he didn't want this, he didn't want to do this. His body was his own Judas and he was literally nailing himself to a cross. Why did Tully simply insinuating sex make his dick hard? Why? It wasn't fair, it was like being paralyzed, like having an out of body experience. His brain wanted none of it, but his body had its own plans and it always complied. It was better to keep his captor happy anyway, just play along like he had done inside. He smiled, knowing his eyes were sparkling the way they did when he was given any simple act of kindness. Tully had picked up on that fast, throwing him praises like you throw a dog a bone and Juice would gnaw it blissfully every time.