Purgatory

9

 "I wanna make you feel good baby, I wish I could touch you. Would you like that baby?"

Juice swallowed again, as much as he hated everything about this, yes, he would like it. Tully knew exactly what to do, how to manipulate his body, how to make it all feel good. He made it not seem like the rape that it was, so much that at some point Juice had even stopped referring to it as rape at all. He at least touched him like he was a person, something worthy of care, pleasure, and comfort. It made him sick sometimes to think that the only person who has ever really made him feel at all cared for, genuinely, was a Nazi rapist master manipulator. He knew it was all Stockholm syndrome, he had read all about it. Right now, though, he didn't even care.

He was already hard, despite his efforts not to be. Tully's voice rumbling through the phone in that deep baritone that he had become so familiar with in the whispers at night, was hitting him in the pit of his stomach.

"Yeah. I would like that." He laid back against the sofa, stretching himself out more comfortably,

"Well maybe I can arrange that again soon. I miss feeling you baby, your last visit reminded me of the fun we used to have." Juice chuckled, smiling back at his captor, eyes glazed over lustily as if he had been hypnotized. He remembered. He remembered every single touch he didn't fight off; every single stoke that he welcomed, every single orgasm ripping through his body, and every single night he craved it. He remembered every time he started it, every time he waited for it, he remembered when the numbness left him, when he became an active participant. He remembered the breath against his neck, the fingertips along his ribs, the hushed pleasure escaping his lips into the crook of that man's arm. He remembered sweet words, and praises, comforting circles rubbed into his back, the smell of the cologne he smuggled in filling his nostrils. He could see that stupid little blue bottle; he could smell it now if he thought hard. The sandalwood and anise, with a hint of leather, tobacco and citrusy afternotes flooding his memory.

His cheeks were flushed, his breathing felt labored, he was a stupid fly caught in a web. "Take off your shirt baby, I wanna see you." Juice could feel the complacency take over his body, he responded without thought.

Tully's eyes roamed over his body, pleased with the cover up work that had been done to the tattoos previously adorning him. He had been so worried his boy would be maimed in the process of the unfortunate repair. "You know what I would do to you if I were with you baby?" Tully's voice rasped into the phone. The shadow behind him no longer there, the person observing must have been satisfied and walked away. Juice noticed a difference in his eyes, no longer cold and distant but warm and hungry. Relief flooded Juices body upon realizing they weren't being watched, it didn't deter the burning inside his gut that had started. He was no longer in control of himself, Tully was. His words, his commands, just like before ghosting over him, manipulating his body to do what he wanted it to do, Juice unable to stop it despite it being his own hands this time.

A small whimper left him when Tully didn't continue speaking immediately, his cock twitched not yet acknowledged. Tully grinned, obviously pleased that Juice wasn't just faking it. "I would pull you so close to me, so you could feel how hard I am against you. My hands would roam over your body soaking up the warmth, pinching at your hard nipples in that way you always liked. You want to feel me against you baby? Want to feel my hard cock teasing your hole through your jeans?"

Juices free hand stayed on his chest; fist balled tightly just out of the frame. Tully could tell he wasn't moving; he hadn't been given permission. Inside, Tully handled all of that, Juice never really touched himself because he didn't have too. If Tully wanted him to cum, he would make him cum, if he didn't then he wouldn't. Juice had never really questioned it, he just accepted it and he never tested what would happen if he had jerked off in those situations. Tully hadn't intended on the orgasm control he seemed to have but he liked it. He liked how willingly Juice would submit for him. Prior to Juice he thought that was just weird stuff for sexual deviants, and guys who got off on hurting their lovers. He never thought about it as a trust exchange, a need to please another person just because it made them feel good. Some of it was still weird to him, he would never tie up a lover, or beat them into submission. He just couldn't fathom people enjoying that, though in his world if you were in that position you were likely about to meet your maker.