Mindfuck Meme

[memezillamods]

 The Mindfuck Meme

This is not a very nice meme! Many if not all options are potentially triggering. Please use your best judgment before participating.

1. Comment with your character, putting their name, canon, and any prefs in the subject line (e.g. women only, not #4, AU, aged up, etc.). **Please note that this meme is open to both sexual and platonic content. You may wish to list non-sexual rp as one of your prefs.**
2. When other characters tag in, they'll use this handy RNG (1-15), or pick an option from the list below.
3. Have fun, fuck minds, ???, profit.

Options:

1. I Own You: You know—beyond a shadow of a doubt—that you own this person. Furthermore, you're more than willing to break them down until they accept it as truth. All that they are—mind, body, and soul—is yours. They should have known that from the beginning. Now they'll know it 'til the end.

2. We're One and the Same: You're two sides of the same coin. You practically own each other! No one else will ever complete them the way you can. You're twins. Brothers from another mother (or was that the same mother?). They won't get away—they shouldn't even desire to. Good thing you're ready to help.

3. Nobody Has Ever Loved You (Like I Do): The person before you clearly doesn't understand how worthless they are; everyone they've ever loved will and should leave them to rot. The only thing they have left—the one creature that doesn't despise them utterly—is you. They should probably start groveling at your feet for such patience and mercy.

4. By Your Bedside: You love them. You love them utterly, and just look at the thanks you get. Look how they've betrayed you! Ruthlessly! Talking to others—looking at others. Disgusting. You aren't going to allow it anymore. They need to understand the importance of your love.

5. You're a Doll, Doll: Some people just don't get it. They think they have basic human rights the same as anyone else! They don't view themselves as puppets or pets to be played with. They don't understand that they belong on a leash or sitting pretty on a shelf. Poor darlings! Lucky for them you've taken an interest in setting them straight.

6. Stop Forcing My Hand: It's not your fault you're tying them down! It isn't your fault they need to be disciplined! They making you. They stared at you with those eyes! They asked how you wanted your coffee! You wish they could apologize enough for such atrocities. You'd love to let them go. You don't want to do this. You're the real victim here.

7. Kiss Me and Smile at Me: Time for a little mindcontrol up in here! With this prompt, the other person is completely under your control. Tell them to jump, they jump. Tell them to beg—oh. There will be begging. Unfortunately, the effect isn't always complete and sometimes your target knows they're being toyed with. Too fucking bad.

8. Such a Child: If this kid doesn't want to listen and do as they're told, it's high time you start treating them like the little brat they are. Up to you how far this goes, although spanking isn't a bad start. And who cares if they're actually younger or technically older—they need to learn to listen when adults are speaking.

9. A Permanent Stain: All right. All right. You'll be fine as long as you leave this mark on them. Maybe a couple (hundred) bruises will do, or perhaps a tattoo is more your style. A piercing? Sure! Or five. Whatever—all you know is you need something physical to show your connection. Stake your claim and stake it hard.

10. Escape Cockblocker: You've got containing your target down to an art form. You know all their weaknesses and exactly what shackles fit them best. You can keep their powers at bay and break their spirit (or profess your adoration!) at your leisure. Your expertise in keeping the other right where you want them is absolute.

11. BRUTALITY K.O.: It's easy to be dark and brooding. It's simple to concoct a sinister scheme or two. Violence, however, helps drive a point home with bruising finesse. All it takes is a little brainwashing between punches and voila! You've got your message across. They'll learn to love you for it in no time at all.

12. Feeling Superior: This one is all about rank. Either you're sick of chilling on the lowest rung, or you've always had the upper-hand. Doesn't matter; you're in charge now. Call it a promotion, if you will. Call it learning to excel.

13. Semi-Genderbender: You've always thought of the person before you as a distinctly different gender. It doesn't matter how they identify, you've clearly got the right idea about this. So, you might as well start pushing it. Dresses, manly trousers—pronoun-fuckery all up in here. What about scheduling them for a few… 'enhancing' surgical procedures?

14. You Don't See Me: Sensory deprivation, anyone? This is pretty standard stuff. Take away their voice, take away their eyes— take away sound or taste or touch. Use magic, use devices, use whatever comes to mind. After all, they didn't really need all five senses. That's just greedy! Four—three at most and they'll be sitting pretty under your 'unique' care.

15. Creepozoid's Choice!: Pick any of the options above or a 15th of your own devising. Remember, 15 is always an open option if you'd rather not roll, or if you're looking for a mixture of options.

Originally posted on memekingdom.

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[trashrings]

"Teach you to comply without asking questions." There was a coldness to Liam's tone as he yanked one of the cuffs off Dorian's ankle. He held a firm grip on Dorian's ankle as if he expected immediate disobedience, fingers passing firm into almost bruising territory.

"With how eager you were. In everything. I expected fewer questions." He yanked the now free leg over to the one still fastened to the bed. Picking up one of the abandoned straps, he set to hastily lashing them together, always as though expecting a fight with every shift or movement.

[almostascleverashethinks]

The harsh fingers hurt, and Dorian couldn't help but whimper, but he didn't fight either. He believed that Liam really would leave him like this, and he wasn't sure he could manage another hour tied up and tormented like this. His cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat and the vibe both, and even as his legs were tied together it was still so hard for him to even think of escape. The rope pulled against his cock as his legs were moved and he whimpered again.

"Y-yes sir..." Was that the right answer? Liam had said not to apologize, so he didn't, but he still felt like he should say something, even as he found it hard to just leave the disapproval hanging there. He wanted to protest that he hadn't really been eager, had he? No, he hadn't wanted any of this. He'd just wanted a place to sleep, food to eat. Not... not this. He was... mostly sure of that.

[trashrings]

Now that made Liam smile. It was a smile like the edge of knife, wicked and sharp, but pleased. So. The boy could be taught, quickly and easily. Perhaps soon he'd learn the biggest lesson of all: what he wanted and thought himself capable of would never matter. But that was a much longer lesson.

For now, Liam worked in silence, unfastening the other leg from the bed. With that done, he was able to properly fasten them together, skilled and practiced fingers making quick work of the straps. But he wasn't just binding them together. He shoved. Dorian's feet closer to his body, forcing his knees to bend. When he was through, calves were lashed to thighs, tight together, and difficult to move. Seemingly uncaring about the way it would move or press against Dorian's cock, as he gathered up the straps so he could move around the bed.

[almostascleverashethinks]

The smile, Dorian was torn between a warm feeling, because smiles were good, and a feeling of dread, because there was no warmth or pride in that smile. It reminded him of watching shows about sharks or crocodiles or baboon, how they bared their teeth as a threat or before they went in for the kill. He might have done the right thing, but he had a quite sudden sinking feeling.

Shoving his legs up made him gasp and groan in pain as the rope continued to feel like it was going to rub his cock raw. He couldn't really do much except sort of roll from side to side, and that didn't do anything to alleviate the painpleasurerubbingdiscomfort. He watched as best he could as Liam moved, not because he thought he could do anything, but because he was deathly afraid of what was going to happen next, and even the slightest bit of knowledge might help him get out of this nightmare. One day.

[trashrings]

Liam continued to stay silent as he worked, gaze never leaving Dorian's form. Wanting him to stay worried, to stay frustrated. Leave him desperate to ask questions, afraid of what came next. Seeing the way he moved, the way he tried to get away from the sensation, was a pure delight. Oh, Dorian, there was so much more in store for you.

His next task was the young man's arms, which he treated much like his legs. A crushing grip, as he unfastened wrists, only he undid both. He had to shove Dorian onto his side to get the job done, to lash forearms together behind his back, laid straight down along his spine. A belt at the wrists, another just above the elbows. This is where he took his time, slowly tightening the belt, wondering just how flexible this lithe young man really was. Would his elbows touch?

[almostascleverashethinks]

Liam would have his wish, Dorian was quite worried and his mouth opened more than once to ask what the hell Liam was going to do to him. But he'd already been given his answer, hadn't he? It wasn't a good answer, but it seemed to be all that he was going to get.

Dorian was quite flexible, along with being terribly thin. There wasn't much body fat to get in the way, and he whimpered, squirming as his elbows were cinched closer together. Finally, with a pained sound, they did touch, his forearms held flat against each other. It was definitely uncomfortable, but Dorian was a limber young man. He could be contorted into much stranger positions than anything Liam had yet tried with him.

[trashrings]

Letting out a soft sound of satisfaction, Liam set to fastening the belt a few times around those bound arms. His mind spun with the possibilities. Someone flexible enough to achieve that without any preparation what so ever would be capable of a great deal. It only came down to a matter of endurance, but that was a barrier easily overcome by sheer force.

The final belts Liam placed quickly, one around Dorian's chest, another around his waist. Both pinning his already snugly bound arms to his body. He did this without a word, without looking Dorian in the face, behaving as if he were wrapping a package rather than handling a person.

Only when he was finished and stepped back to assess his work did he speak. His hands moved into his pockets and the vibration at last dulled down to almost nothing. "You continue to surprise me..." he said gently as he opened the bag and started adjusting the opening.

[almostascleverashethinks]

Dorian's breathing got harsher as his arms were bound close to his body, little ha sounds, his chest rising and falling as he wished he could shift or move to make it a little less uncomfortable. He sighed in relief as the vibrations went down, but his dick was still wrapped in rope, he was still trussed up like a turkey about to be roasted, and that bag yawned open like some sort of gateway to the underworld. He was quite frankly terrified.

"Th-thank you? Sir?" Was that what Liam wanted? Would it help? His world had quite quickly narrowed down to trying to make Liam happy, from his vulnerable position he could do little else. He hated this, he wanted some sort of relief... anything. In that moment he thought he might do anything if it would just mean that Liam would untie him.

[trashrings]

The words earned Dorian a sharp look of irritation. It took visible effort for Liam to stay his hand from punishing Dorian outright. He wanted the boy afraid, wanted him second-guessing his every move. Let him think the words were wrong, that every word might be wrong. When secretly, he was pleased that the other seemed to be learning. Already trying to be compliant, already calling him sir. He was used to getting cursed out and spat at.

Without a word, he set to adjusting Dorian's position and inching the bag under him. Rolling him this way and that, until he passed the edge of the opening completely under him. Rough hands shoved Dorian's knees into the canvas, forcing his legs to fold tight against his body, adding pressure to his already bound cock. Next came his shoulders, dragging the bag over them. Only when it came time for the boy's head did he pause, cradling his face with a strangely gentle hand. "We don't need a gag, do we?" he asked, almost sounding like a warning.

[almostascleverashethinks]

Dorian almost expected another slap after the glare, tensed himself for one, felt his stomach go queasy, he'd fucked up, but what had he done to fuck up? He'd called him sir, was it speaking at all? But he hadn't gotten glared at earlier, so what had caused it? He was confused, and had no idea what Liam might do. Though he was getting the distinct impression that whatever he wanted he was going to fuck it up.

The process of getting him into the bag only made his terror worse, the noises he made pained and his breathing harsh as the ropes once again rubbed and dragged over his cock. He couldn't do anything other than what Liam wanted, as much as he wanted to do just about anything but what Liam wanted. The touch did nothing to soothe him, not with the question he was asked. He opened his mouth to answer no, but that was wrong, wasn't it? So he closed it and just shook his head no instead. That... was that the right answer? He wasn't sure, but he was also sure that if he had fucked up again that Liam would happily set him straight.

[trashrings]

As Dorian opened his mouth, Liam lifted his eyebrows, expectantly. As if prepared to launch into something awful in that very instant. But Dorian said nothing, so Liam was deprived the joy of punishing him for a minor slip. How unfortunate. Instead, Liam just roughly shoved the young man's head into the bag and quickly zipped it up. Just as he'd thought, it was a tight fit. He had to tug at the canvas a little in places to get it to close. Nice and constrictive.

Once Dorian was properly closed up, Liam simply lifted the bag and put it over his shoulder. He could have just headed straight down to the basement, but where was the fun in that? He moved around the house for a little bit. He went outside and circled the house, even setting the bag down in the grass for a short stretch. Eventually, he finally went back inside, and headed into the basement, where he took a weaving, unnecessarily long path, passing through several doors, before setting Dorian down on a thin mattress on the cold floor. All through this, he'd been playing with the vibrator, sending it to high, irregular pulses before dropping it down to a low, steady buzz.

By the time he set Dorian down, more than half an hour had passed. And still he didn't open the bag immediately. In fact, it sounded as though he just walked away, followed by the audible click of a door closing.

[almostascleverashethinks]

Nothing but dark, rocking movement, pain from the ropes and the position he was being held in by them, his weight resting on his bound arms, the unending buzz of the vibe against his cock. He had no idea where they were, where they might be going, the only thing he knew was that they hadn't gotten in a car, so they weren't far? He didn't think Liam had walked long enough for them to have gone too far, but he didn't think they were at his house anymore. That was all he could tell from the way he was trapped, his brain thinking fiercely, trying to shut out the fear that was trying to close in.

When Liam finally set him down he was relieved, thinking perhaps he could finally get out. It was quite likely, given what had already happened, that whatever was waiting for him was even worse, but... but he had to get out of the bag. And then, then he walked away, left him there and Dorian had no idea what the hell was going on. Where was he? Not outside, there was no sounds of animals or people or traffic. Something vaguely soft underneath him, and he tried to roll in place to get off his arms. A mattress? Blankets? It took some doing, but he at least got his weight off his arms, squirming as well as he could, even if it hurt like hell.

But where was he? Was Liam still there? His own breathing was loud in his ears, his heartbeat like a drum in the quiet. It would be some time before he would even venture to try and say anything, trying to listen, to figure out what was going on.

[trashrings]

The closing door had merely been Liam securing the door at the top of the stairs. Not just merely locking it, but securing it with a combination padlock. With that taken care of, he let out a soft sound of satisfaction and slowly made his way down the steps back into the low ceiling basement, hands dragging along the wooden beams above his head. He paused as he stood above the dark lump of the bag, gripping one of the beams and letting his head rest against his arm, looking almost wistful.

"Now the real fun can begin..." he mused, sounding quite eager. He'd thought this stage wouldn't happen for some time, but Dorian was proving to be so very pliable.

Dragging his hands off the beam, he finally knelt down and started to unzip the bag. He was slow but hardly careful. He roughly dragged the canvas away from the young man, practically dumping him onto the bare mattress on the floor.

The basement they were in was rather barren. Oddly shaped, with sprawling inter-connected room like spaces, cut off with support beams scattered through out it. It had a cement floor and walls, but otherwise it looked like little more than a crawlspace large enough to stand in. From where they were, tucked in an alcove beside the stairwell, it looked as though the mattress was the only item of any kind down there. But it was near impossible to see into the other spaces, as the only light came from a bare bulb at the foot of the stairs. If Dorian really strained to look, he might make out something that looked like a metal saw horse just beyond one of the support beams, but that was it.

[almostascleverashethinks]

After the pitch dark of the bag, even the single bulb was almost too much for Dorian's eyes as he spilled out of the bag and onto the floor. He blinked, his eyes watering as he looked around desperately, trying to figure out where he was, what Liam had planned for him next. He could faintly see the sawhorse, which meant there were other things here than what he could see, and to be honest that was terrifying. Not knowing was awful, not being sure what was in store for him, because he had a sinking feeling it was only going to get worse from here. He just... he had to survive. Had to last. He'd get out, if he could just... survive.

[trashrings]

More than a week passed in that dank basement. Not that Dorian got to see much of it, of course. He barely left that dingy mattress, held in the space by a shackle around the ankle, connected to a length of chain bolted into the floor. Rather ingenious, it wasn't exactly locked shut. The metal cuff was held closed by a small, sunken screw that required an allen wrench to remove. No amount of poking, picking or prying could loosen it without tools.

Not that Dorian would have much opportunity to even try. Most of the time he spent bound in one fashion or another. Long stretches of time blindfolded, sometimes with his ears plugged, bound in one fashion or another. It wasn't long before the ropes were removed from his cock, but that didn't mean relief for him. Liam seemed intent to use him regardless of Dorian's orgasm. Sometimes he'd stop short and leave the young man frustrated. Other times, he did not stop, pushing him to tears. No matter what, Dorian was plugged with various devices and toys when Liam wasn't using him. And yet, even with this treatment, Liam ensured Dorian stayed fed, clean, and mostly taken care of.

Then one day, nearly two weeks along, something happened. Liam got pissed. He'd told Dorian he wasn't allowed to cum. However, with how roughly he'd been fucking the young man, it wasn't really within Dorian's control. So when it inevitably happened, Liam seemed to snap. He slapped Dorian hard across the face, multiple times, before wrapping both hands around his throat. Liam finished himself while fiercely scolding Dorian for not doing as he was told. Threatening him with something vague, but it sounded like he might just keep squeezing until Dorian was no more. But once he finally came himself, he slapped Dorian hard once more, telling him that he'd learn to listen one way or another. With that, Liam stormed off up the stairs, leaving Dorian with his hands bound behind his back, sprawled in a mess on the mattress.

It wasn't long before the door at the top of the stairs crashed open and Liam stomped back down. "I should have done this from day one..." he growled as he approached the bed.

[almostascleverashethinks]

Dorian... tried. Sort of. He was terrified of Liam, but at the same time, he had to see if it was even possible for him to get away from wherever he was. He thought he was still somehow in Liam's house, but he wasn't sure. Even then, that was a problem that he could solve once he got out. But he couldn't, not in the small amount of time he spent... not unbound, just minimally bound. Even with the chain stretched as far as it could go he couldn't get anywhere useful, and the shackle itself was too strong, he thought deliriously of chewing his own leg off, but knew that he didn't have the ability to, especially not in the time Liam would give him.

After the first few days his world narrowed down to Liam and what Liam wanted. It certainly didn't matter what he wanted, so long as he did what Liam told him to do he'd... he wondered what would happen if he didn't or couldn't do what Liam wanted, before deciding that he didn't want to know.

And then he found out. He hadn't meant to, had tried to stammer out apologies, even though he knew Liam hated them, but his ears were still ringing from the blows as he fought for air, squirming violently and bucking as his oxygen was cut off. His movements got slower as his vision started to tunnel, he felt Liam come inside him vaguely, as if it was happening to someone else from a long ways away. And then he could breath again and his heart beat was thunder in his ear, his breathing, the sweet sweet oxygen filling his lungs as he heard Liam stomp off. He'd survived. God, he'd never do that again.

And then the door slammed open and his terror was back as the footsteps returned, Liam stomping down the stairs and he tried to scramble away, but the damned chain kept him from getting very far. He tried to babble out another apology, sliding off the bed and onto the hard concrete. "I w-won't do it again I promise... please don't..." He didn't even know what he was asking Liam not to do, he just knew he was more afraid than he'd ever been.

[trashrings]

"I'm going to make damn sure you don't," Liam growled as he seized the chain with his free hand. In his other he gripped something tight that seemed to be made out of a number of thin metal bars, but in the dim light it was hard to make out. With one hard yank he forced Dorian closer, having long since ensured there was nothing to serve as a proper handhold within the space. It just wouldn't do to have his captives avoiding him.

He jammed his hand down on Dorian's chest to pin him to the bed. Looming above him, with the bare bulb almost immediately behind his head, he looked downright monstrous. All shadow and anger. "You're going to sit still and be. QUIET." Each of the latter two words harshly emphasized. "Or this is gonna get a hell of a lot worse for you."

[almostascleverashethinks]

Dorian's heart pounded away under Liam's unyielding hand, his eyes wide as he stopped struggling. His training had been harsh but absolutely, what Liam said was what he had to do. Period, no matter what. Which meant that, even though he was quite afraid that Liam might kill him, he kept still out of the slim chance that maybe, just maybe, if he listened and did as he was told, that he'd survive.

So he didn't say anything, quiet in his agony and fear that whatever Liam was about to do to him would be awful. He hadn't listened. He knew that it was bad not to listen, bad not to do as he'd been told. He promised again in his head that he'd do his best to never, ever disappoint Liam again. Ever.

[trashrings]

With nothing more than a grunt to acknowledge Dorian's acceptance, Liam set to work. That's the way it always was, obedience was rewarded with only a lack of punishment. It was disobedience that received the stronger response. Not that obedience earned him much of anything, anyway. Liam was still rough and unkind as he seized the other's cock in one hand, not so much guiding as shoving it into the device he held.

The first piece was a solid metal ring of sorts that nestled behind Dorian's balls. Getting them through the hole probably should have been done with more care, but that wasn't what Liam was about. The second piece, Dorian would soon discover, was perhaps a bit smaller than it should have been. There was no room to breathe or grow within the slender barred cage. It hugged Dorian's shaft firmly, holding it in place. And that was without getting hard.

With the finality of a lock clicking shut, Liam finally leaned back, looking rather pleased with himself. "There, that should keep you...obedient. At least for now."

[almostascleverashethinks]

Be quiet, be still. Be quiet, be still. Be quiet, be still. The orders pounded in his mind as Dorian did his best to do as he was told, but it hurt when his balls were shoved through the too small ring, and it took all the fear and terror he had not to try and shove Liam away. He bit down his lip to keep from making anything but the minimum of noise, and as the ring finally slid around them he felt his lip split and tasted the blood on his tongue. His eyes squeezed shut and a tear leaked out as the rest of put on. The rest of it was... uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt, not like the ring had. He looked down in confusion, he was vaguely aware of chastity devices, but more in regards to medieval chastity belts than cock cages. What the hell?

He looked up at Liam, wanting to ask what precisely this was. The function of it was, in context, easy enough to guess. This would keep him from coming unless Liam wanted him to which... was both a relief and scary. It was a relief to know that he wouldn't be able to disobey Liam like that, but what if Liam decided just... not to let him come? Ever? He burned with desire to ask questions, but that was bad, he didn't want to ask questions, asking might get Liam angry, though it was often hard to tell what would. Other than not doing as he was told, but that was a given, a constant in his life. Maybe if he just... looked confused, Liam would tell him what precisely this was. Luckily for Dorian at the moment he was soft, between having come himself and the rough treatment. It was strange, and heavy, and he certainly didn't like it, his balls ached from having been shoved through the ring, and he really didn't want to think about what it would feel like when he got hard.

[trashrings]

Though Liam was incapable of reading thoughts, he came as close as a person could. In fact, he'd been a little too good at it in his training, using it to his advantage with his peers, his superiors, and his brother. The barrier, as he'd once explained to his brother, was that most people cared far too much to look deep enough. All of that empathy nonsense, only allowed them to look close enough to get a vague understanding. Even before Dorian's emphasis of confusion, Liam could see the nature of his forming questions. Good guess work filled in the blanks.

"Don't look at me like that," he said with mock sympathy, "You know very well what it is." Just because he had a good feeling about what Dorian might want to know didn't mean he was going to give it to him. "All you need to know is that it's made to stay on as long as I damn well please." His hand wrapped loosely around the trapped cock, his thumb teasing over the skin between the bars. "So be on your best behavior if you ever what even the possibility of being unlocked."

[almostascleverashethinks]

Dorian of a month, of not even two weeks ago, would have retorted back that no he very god damned well didn't know, so maybe Liam should tell him. But that was before he'd learned, wasn't it? But he could figure it out, he was a smart kid, and while he'd never gotten into the hardcore enough parts of the internet to know a whole lot what normal people did for chastity play, he could figure out well enough that it was gonna make it damn hard to get hard or, he presumed, get off.

So he nodded instead, yes yes yes he'd be good. But what was good enough? One fuck up had been enough to get him into this thing, how much perfect was going to be required to get him out, even for a bare few minutes? How long until he'd fucked up again, despite his best effort? The thought sat in his stomach like a rock, even as his cock tried to respond to the bare, fleeting touches with little success.

[trashrings]

Dorian's time in Liam's care had revealed one simple fact: no one could meet his standard of good behavior. No matter, it seemed Dorian was breaking some rule that Liam had just happened to forget to mention. Good behavior was absolutely impossible to reach for more than very brief snippets of time. Measurable in nothing more than minutes.

Liam's thumb continued to rub insistently at the skin between the bars, teasing at the trapped cock. Relentless, as always. "And if you don't behave, there's always other options. These things can get much smaller, much tighter." A faint smirk played over his lips, rather liking that idea. "Or we could revisit the vibrator from your first night..." Oh, how the boy and squirmed with that one. "So it's in your best interested to behave."

[almostascleverashethinks]

It took all of Dorian's restraint not to try and wriggle away from Liam's hand, despite the tease, despite the fear, his cock was still reacting to the touches, trying to get hard and pressing against the bars of the cage. He bit at his lip to keep from making noise, not sure, never sure if it was the right call or not. There was no telling with Liam, the one constant was that he wasn't allowed to protest or not do as he was told. The rest was up to Liam's whims at any given moment, and those could change in an instant.

But he did nod when he was told he needed to behave, no need to tell him that, he was good, or he tried his best to be, he didn't really think he was capable of being good enough, not anymore. He just had to try and make Liam happy.

[trashrings]

Making Liam happy was a chance he'd have very soon. Or at least his ability to do so was about to be tested. Because watching the way the boy struggled to contain himself, the way his desperate cock pushed against the cage, was getting Liam excited again.

With a faint chuckle, he stood up straight and took a step back from the mattress. "You're going to come here," he pointed at the floor in front of himself, "and how me just how well you're going to behave." As he said it, his hands went to his belt, starting to unfasten it.