Unprepared

 

Chapter Three

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The Master had opened and closed the door before Ike could look up and get any inkling of who his captor was from the silhouette. He cursed again through his ball gag, body moving as if he wanted to stomp on the floor from the position he was in.

"Aww, were you planning to try and figure out who I was? Shame you didn't look fast enough. I'm sure you would have gotten a clue." the Master grinned, walking his way with the stilettos clicking all the way. 

Don't patronize me, you conniving little shit. Ike growled internally, wishing this thing wasn't in his mouth so that he could curse his abductor to hell and back. He felt the body heat of the other person in the room coming so close, unbearably close. Almost as if this person was straddling him. If only the damn room wasn't so dark and if he wasn't tied up then he could-wait, what the hell was going over his eyes?

"But I can't give you those clues, or at least not yet. For right now, the little Ike puppy needs some training." the Master put the eye mask over the mercenary's eyes, preventing him from seeing anything unless if his tongue was long and strong enough to push it up or pull it down. Damnit. Another barrier in his quest to get free from this psycho. His captor giggled as Ike growled in frustration, pressing his mostly bare chest press against Ike's rope-covered chest, letting the bound mercenary feel the cold metal and latex straps press against him. "Getting a good clue as to who I am Ike?" the master said softly, almost uncharacteristically.

Ike had heard this voice before. A voice that was shy, timid. It seemed so strange, such forcefulness earlier and now a moment of softness. It was a strange relief between getting smacked around and being tied up like this. Then he felt another sting-this time to his chest- as the Master had gotten off of him and smacked him in the chest with a latex glove.

"Hope you kept that bit in your mind, because it's not going to be easy from here on out!" the Master bit out, pulling on the rope on Ike's chest to get him upright. "But right now, there's an image I want to get out of my head."

The glove-covered hand went up to Ike's face, removing the large ball gag from his mouth, a cough rising up in Ike's throat as air rushed in. "Get a good breath, because something else is going in."

As air rushed in, bile started coming up in the mercenary's throat. Oh fuck, was he really going to have to do this? He'd experimented before, but he had never been the one to do oral on someone. He was always the one receiving it. He closed his mouth immediately after taking in the rush of air, teeth gritted behind closed lips.

"Open your mouth." the Master growled, earning a vigorous shake of the head back and forth. No no NO! I will NOT let you do this to me!

"Open. YOUR. MOUTH!"

"Mm-mn!"

The Master growled, a hand coming up to reach around Ike's throat and squeezing little by little. "If you value your relief of air, I recommend you open you mouth!"

Was it worth it? Was it worth his pride to be suffocated to death by this psycho?Or should he give in to this humiliation and gain some sort of respite? The grip around his throat got tighter, earning a choked sound from the mercenary. "DO IT!"

Gritted teeth finally, but slowly, began to gave way, lips parting as his mouth began to open.