"I'onno dood, d'you think I've got a shot with her?"

"I don'ts t'ink I am de one to ask, Pickle."

"I jest feel like we have this connection, ya know?" Pickles rubbed the back of his neck; lifting his arm married body odour to the garbage can cologne he currently wore. A powder blue suit fit with a bolo tie did him absolutely no favours. "Like. . .she ain't getting laid, I ain't getting laid. . ."

In that case, they all had something in common with Abigail. That didn't mean she was at all obligated to hand herself out like scraps thrown to the dogs, but unrelenting horniness was a new beast that none of Dethklok had to deal with for a very long time. Skwisgaar wasn't too proud that he'd approached Abigail with a note of desperation in his voice; shame seemed lost on Pickles and Murderface though, perhaps since they'd gone the longest without relief. Nathan of course had yet to make his move.

Pickles kept on about Abigail, allowing Skwisgaar to zone out as they snacked in the kitchens. His and Toki's affair did him good, but he was never destined to be satisfied for very long. Skwisgaar went through more emotions since then than he cared to admit. Shock first, that anything like that could ever happen. Shame, for how much he'd given up and how wantonly he'd behaved. Concern, that Toki might tell someone else. Curiosity, for did he ever lay in bed and think about it? Increasing distance between that event and now allowed for more positive recollection, too. Skwisgaar would rather die than admit that he wound up immensely enjoying himself, and being treated like garbage was very rapidly rising on his list of favourite things. He never did wind up injured or traumatized (sore, although that was to be expected) and that coupled with inability to score to his leisure completed the formula for fixation. The longer he and Toki went pretending it never happened, the more Skwisgaar craved the tension between them to slip again.

Roller skates entering the kitchen distracted Skwisgaar completely from Pickles. A side-long glance out of the corner of his eye would have to do for now, as Toki bent to retrieve a water bottle from the fridge. Maybe later, if Skwisgaar could free himself from Pickles and track Toki down, he'd gauge the potential for a follow-up. Had he more wit about himself in Toki's room following their prior exhaustions, he might have brought it up then. He didn't intend to make it feel like a One Time Only ordeal.

Then again, at the time, that was all he wanted.

"Hellos!" Toki greeted them cheerfully as he approached the conversation. "Wowie Pickle, you sure are looking sharps! Whats is the occasions?"

"He ams goings to put de moves to Abigails," Skwisgaar fielded his answer.

"Psh, good lucks! I just came backs from hittings on her, and she won'ts budge!"

"Thet's because you have no class, Toki," Pickles dutifully informed him. "You can't jest roll up on yer roller skates looking like yer frontin' the Pride Parade. Women are fickle creatures, okee? They don't take up with just any dood that looks at 'em a certain way."

"That makes sense," Toki replied. "So what woulds you suggest, Pickle? What is thats cologne you's wearings? And maybes I should gets a tie like that?"

Skwisgaar snickered when Pickles carried on his merry way, oblivious to the sarcasm dripping from every word Toki said. "He ams totallies going to be shut downs."

"You thinks? I might not knows what Abigail's type is, but it isn't Wisconsin Snake Oil Salesman."

Arms crossed, Skwisgaar bowed his head in order to hide his laughter behind a curtain of hair. He grew self-conscious about how he acted around Toki now, since fascination lingered longer for him than anyone else he fucked. Then again, it made sense, considering that Toki was a fixed face in his life. Still, he quelled anything that might be deemable as 'too much'. "If it ams any conskolations, I amn'ts Abigail's type either."

"Oh, you trieds hitting on her too?"

"Was worths a shot." Considering Pickles' comment about how fickle women could be, Skwisgaar toiled for a way to refer back to it in order to tell Toki that someone lacking any form of discretion stood right before him. A glance-over of Toki's nearly completely exposed and toned body fogged the process, though. Instead, he could always apply his typical straightforwardness here, and see what it yielded. "You ams pretty horny, huh?"

"Who isn'ts?"

"Ams a good quetskin."

Skwisgaar didn't flinch when Toki scoffed at a low tone and softened gaze. "You really can'ts help yourself, can you? Does you just hits on people until finally someone agrees to takes you in?"

"Pretties much. Honestlies, I ams beyond de point of decencies, right now."

"Nots to mention, tact."

"If you ams interested, why woulds dat matter?"

"Who saids I was?"

"You amn'ts up to treatings me like trash for a littles while?"

"Because you weren't a total sticks in the mud, last time?"

"I. . .coulds have been better," Skwisgaar hesitantly admitted. Perhaps, if he showed some form of investment in such an arrangement, Toki would be more accommodating. Judging by one corner of Toki's mouth curving upward as he spoke, the old power trip was coming back into play. If Skwisgaar appealed enough to that, he might be able to wriggle himself into getting off. "But you haves to hands it to me, for how littles you were willings to tells me about your intentions, I wents along pretties okay."

"Coulds have been better."

"How?"

"You coulds have listened."

"I didn'ts trust you."

"And now all of a suddens you do?"

"I didn'ts wind up hort, so."

"That qualifies your trust?" Toki lowered his voice briefly when someone entered the kitchen, but relaxed when he saw it was only a klokateer. Still, he crossed his arms and glided a little closer. "I've thoughts a lot about it, and I've comes to the conclusion that is mores than about trust. You haves a very stubborn nature, and just because you looks back fondly on gettings fucked like that, it doesn'ts mean that you won'ts become insufferable again, as soon as I agrees to anything."

"How you knows dat, before it happen?"

"Because I've liveds with you for onlies half my life, and you's doings it right now." Toki pointed out Skwisgaar's tightened arms, pursed lips, and flared nostrils. "You aren't submissives. Therefore, I gots no real use for you."

"You ams talkings me into a corner. If I acts submissive onto yous, den I can'ts argue for dis to happen." Toki obviously didn't understand what submission actually was, because it didn't equate to meekness. However, to avoid an all-out argument that would lead to no action, Skwisgaar held his tongue about it.

"Then how abouts I test you?" As relieved Skwisgaar was to hear some sort of budging on Toki's part, the way he was regarded inspired caution. "Come to my rooms in fifteen minutes. Make sure you're cleans."

Was it really that easy? Half-peeved that he hadn't tried a straightforward approach, yet excited that it worked, Skwisgaar rushed as casually as possible back to his room. Like the last time, a shower was in order. Extrapolating what he'd soon earn rose his cock and drew anticipatory precum; the weight between his legs didn't seem so bad. Relief was soon at hand. He just needed to swallow his pride and behave long enough for Toki to grant it.

"Undress and gets on all fours, on my bed," Toki stated as form of greeting. He'd ditched his roller skates, migrating across the gender spectrum closer to where he situated under normal circumstances. While Skwisgaar made quick work of the order, Toki rustled around behind. "Dids you prep yourself?"

"You didn'ts tell me to, so noes." Although tempted, Skwisgaar remembered Toki's previous disappointment. "I ams clean, though."

"Goods."

Snapping plastic preceded a warm smear of lube down Skwisgaar's crack. His face fell slack with permeation, trembling as that transformed to tight, shallow makeshift thrusts. However, when Toki removed his fingers, cock did not replace them. "Ams dat a butt plug?"

"Mhm." Toki came into sight as he removed his glove. "I'ms not fucking you today. The test is simples: you keeps this in for three days straight, and I'll lets you get off. Ins the meantime, you ares my playtoy. Every nights, when we're done recording, you will comes here, undress, and situates just like you are now, for my enjoyments."

That was all great, but there were some basic issues that Skwisgaar immediately identified. "I haves to take it out sometimes, though. I can'ts just not go to de bathroom for dat long."

"So then takes it out for that. You knows how to cleans yourself afterward, obviously."

Skwisgaar pulled a face. "Ams you serious?"

"Serious as cans be." Toki slapped his ass. "Is all ups to you. You comes to me, is on my terms. You don'ts like them, I cans takes it out right now and you cans leave."

Skwisgaar had already gotten his hopes too high to give up now. Rather, he silently sighed while carefully moving into a sitting position. His poor, neglected dick.

"Hey, cheers up." Toki lifted his chin in order to establish eye contract. "This is what you wanteds, isn't it? You saids treat you like garbage, and in my opinion, garbage needs to earn its orgasms."

"Shore." Skwisgaar couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed thus far. Perhaps later, once this entire ordeal was over and he'd gotten what he came for, it would present the next bout of sexually-driven thoughts that kept him up at night. For now, he just wanted a blow job and to go to bed.

The first challenge was learning to move in a way that didn't suggest something situated inside him. Treading the hallways between their respective rooms offered the chance for practice, as well as crossing paths with Nathan. He gauged by him just how strange he behaved when asked if everything was all right; thank Odin Skwisgaar came up with an excuse through minute panic, that he'd just pulled a groin muscle in the gym.

Skwisgaar's cheeks burned when he closed his door behind him. Toki had better be happy. Briefly, Skwisgaar considered keeping that from him the next time their paths crossed, but wouldn't he just love to hear about it? Internal debate at least distracted Skwisgaar from the ache between his legs as he attempted to drift off. Only a few hours later, he awoke with the ache having moved up into his abdomen. Skwisgaar took for granted easy passage of gas, and with that, he decided this just wasn't worth it. Toki shouldn't have control over something that basic, when he wasn't even anywhere nearby. The plug came out and was subsequently hidden. Skwisgaar had no idea whether or not Toki might spontaneously come and check on him, so he needed to be able to put it back in upon moment's notice.

It never happened, through the night. Careful avoidance throughout the day dashed the opportunity too, since Skwisgaar chose to leave it in his room rather than face the studio, guys, and three meals with that extra challenge. Later in the evening, after a shower, he carefully replaced it before trekking back to Toki.

"You seemed to does okay, today," Toki remarked. "Any troubles?"

"No, I dids like you saids," Skwisgaar lied. "Tooks it out only to goes to the bathroom and to reapply some lubes."

"Goods."

That was all fine to say, up until Toki required use of Skwisgaar. He was clumsy on relinquishing the plug, and just as challenged to receive a cock in its place. Skwisgaar tried to stay quiet as to how uncomfortable it was, and at least Toki again didn't last very long—hopefully not long enough to notice. A cringe required Skwisgaar press his face into the blankets when Toki returned the plug to him after casting away his condom.

"What does you say?" he asked as Skwisgaar gingerly situated on the edge of the bed in order to grab his pants.

"Uh. . .thanks you?"

"Mhm."

Skwisgaar quickly got into the habit of that, in order to make up for his other shortcomings in the arrangement. He had half a mind to prep himself before seeing Toki again the following evening, which made for an easier fuck. Toki lasted longer too, perhaps since on top of expending a fortnight worth of backed up cum, he couldn't get as deep as he wanted. Skwisgaar released a hiss from combined burning of his ass and scalp, should Toki delve too far; tangling his fingers extensively in blond hair did nothing to help, leverage-wise.

The third evening, however equally degrading and unenjoyable, was in itself bearable for the orgasm that situated on the horizon. Skwisgaar even moaned a little at Toki's rough treatment, in hopes that it would contribute toward impending release. However, when Toki finished, this encounter differed by absolutely no virtue; his ass once again earned the plug.

"Dids you mean dat I hads to go three nights and den one more, when you forst puts dis in me?" he asked out of curiosity.

"No, as you mights recall, I saids you neededs to wear the plug for three days straight. You haven'ts been doing that, cheater."

"'Cheater'?" Skwisgaar repeated, furious. "What does you mean I cheated? I dids exactly like you tolds me to do!"

"Oh, dids you? Looks at that, you're a liar, too."

Cornered, Skwisgaar ground his teeth. Oh, to hell with it! "So whats, if I tooks it out? Dat amn'ts easy, Toki! I couldn't sleeps, and why de hell woulds you expects me to sticks my fingers insides myself afters I use de toilet? Dat ams fucking gross!"

"Is fines to think that." Toki shrugged, nonplussed. "Gives it back and goes away, then."

"I gives it back, ja, but I amn'ts going anywhere untils you gives to me what I earneds!"

"You didn'ts earn anything. I hads my conditions, you agreeds to them, and then you didn'ts do it. That's a failure, in my book."

"Dis ams fucking stupids! Why you gets off on dis, ah? I ams practicallies violateds!"

"Don't you dare throws that around," Toki snapped. "You weren'ts forced to do anything, and if that's what you think, then you weren'ts cut out for this at all."

"It has nothing to does wit' dat! Dis ams manipugations!"

Toki scoffed. "If anything is manipspagations, it's you saying that because you cames up short on our agreement, you're goings to accuse me of takings advantage of you. Admits it, Skwisgaar: you coulds has stopped at any point. If you didn't want to actually follow through, don'ts insult my intelligence by tryings to trick me, and then lying when you gets busted."

He was right, but Skwisgaar did not want to admit it. Rather than storm out, he remained seated naked on Toki's bed, arms crossed and gaze stuck to the floor.

"You takes me seriously, I takes you seriously. Is only fair. You can stops this anytime you wants. If you wants to gives this an actual attempt, I'll forgives your bad behaviour and give you one more chance. If nots, gives me back the plug and says goodbye to any chance you hads of gettings what you asked from me. I'm nots in this to play games."

It took every iota of strength Skwisgaar had to gather his clothes and gingerly dress with the plug still in place. He refused to look at Toki as he brushed past for the exit, though stopped with closed eyes and tense shoulders when his name was spoken at the door.

Without turning around, "Whats?"

"You forgot something."

Apparently Skwisgaar was supposed to leave his pride too, rather than drag its mangled form back to bed with him. "Thanks you."

Seriously, what did he do this for? Was it really worth it? Humiliation didn't feel good right now in the least. Back in his room, Skwisgaar curled up in a ball under his blanket and attempted to fall asleep. Every fibre of his body screamed to remove the plug, so that his night wouldn't be riddled with intestinal cramping. Toki had to be sympathetic to this plight; a couple hours later, when woken by it, Skwisgaar vowed only to remove it for a short while. He refused to let himself fall back asleep until he could return it to its rightful place. In the meantime, intense and suppressed emotions bid for escape the only way they currently could.

Fuck Toki, for turning him into a crybaby. Despite that assertion, Skwisgaar plugged himself back up in order to return to sleep. If Toki wanted him to feel as though his body no longer belonged to himself, mission accomplished. Skwisgaar's nose wrinkled in the morning, when it finally came time to face this entire issue surrounding the bathroom, and he skipped breakfast as a result. Although he shouldn't be so grossed out, since that state of unease required such degree of obsessive cleaning, it wiped his appetite anyway.

The only perk was Toki's satisfaction, to see how long-faced and awkward Skwisgaar was. Stubborn as he was, Skwisgaar wouldn't yet allow himself to feel proud for that phenomenon. His pride still suffered too thorough of a trampling to lift its head yet. It reflected that evening when, on his fours on Toki's bed, Skwisgaar's head remained in hung position as his hole was made use of. He didn't know how to feel when, following a final thrust, Toki didn't immediately pull out, plug him, and grant him leave. A gentle hand trailing down his back to squeeze his hip inspired no warmth in Skwisgaar's heart. He only wanted to be alone, to be free of his nightly humiliation and now the condescending affection that followed.

"You did goods today. Keep it up," Toki told Skwisgaar as he dressed. "Today was exactlies what I wanteds from you."

"Thanks you," Skwisgaar managed to force out. If Toki heard the upset in his tone, he made no mention toward it. It was inevitable that Skwisgaar break down again before sleep, although he tried to release the latest build-up by breaking a few guitars first. He could hardly care that Murderface poked his head in to see what all the commotion was, and then call Skwisgaar's sobbing fit gay before cautiously backing away from the situation.

And yet, no matter how horrible he felt, Skwisgaar didn't call it quits. Maybe it was stubbornness again, that said since he made it this far there was no point turning back. Then again, Skwisgaar already subscribed to the belief that it wasn't his decision to make. Going through something by someone else's whim undermined personal autonomy. He needed to keep himself clean for Toki. He needed to keep his hole ready for whenever Toki should want to use it. He needed to report every evening to Toki's room, because that was when it convenienced him best.

"Thanks you." The next night was business to a T. Skwisgaar presented himself after following Toki's demands all through the day, and rode out the transaction. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that he was being closely watched. "What?"

"It's rares to see you like this," Toki commented. "Is kind of nice."

"Mm."

"You obviously don'ts mind it, if you're still comings back. Either that, or you're more desperates for an orgasm than I thoughts."

Skwisgaar didn't know, actually. It was such a strange, yet oddly satisfying feeling that plagued him these days. Definitely different, though ineffable. He found that the oddest thing of all, given who he was and the amount of experience that preceded this challenge. Perhaps, like he'd been forced to conclude after reading various blogs written by people active in the BDSM community, he grew confused because something he needed didn't exactly feel good. But then why, when he already didn't feel great with the inability to get off on his own, did he go through such tribulations for one score? Desperation for an orgasm sounded right, but it didn't explain everything to Skwisgaar's satisfaction.

He couldn't call it fun either, but there was something here. It kept the plug in him, even though a deep sense of being second-rate had sunk in. He didn't know what this meant to Toki, but hopefully it was something. If it didn't, would Toki even bother?

No single thought led to epiphany, nor did a layered multitude of possibilities. It didn't really matter, Skwisgaar decided. The only point of this exercise had become to serve and belong. Maybe Toki meant something completely different when he told Skwisgaar he wasn't submissive. It was easy to muddle definitions in BDSM, especially with such a difference separating submissive qualities from slave counterparts. Really, Toki was too demanding to call himself a Dom.

Did Skwisgaar bite off more than he could chew? Very likely. He'd never been able to empathize with Master and slave relationships, since he boasted too much pride and stubbornness. He didn't want to give himself to anyone, and he didn't believe someone expecting full dedication would be happy with him anyway. This was only temporary though, and he and Toki had been driven to extremes by this stupid submarine. Things would probably tilt back toward normal when they surfaced. . .not that it would matter. This arrangement wouldn't exist beyond the ocean's surface.

If this was all about an orgasm, the tenacity to go along would dissipate tomorrow night. That remained on his mind up until he positioned himself on Toki's bed, when his mind went blank. Nothing varied, at least at first. Toki's pelvis rhythmically bumped against his backside, grip on his waist tightened as Toki wound up, and then a mingled sigh and grunt signalled his end. Thanks to routine, Skwisgaar wouldn't have been surprised to earn the plug again and be expected to carry on his way after expressing gratitude. He actually felt weirdly empty, when Toki left him to his own device on the bed.

"Wells," Toki addressed him. "You mades it three days."

"Ja."

"You dids good. Totallies exceeded my expectations." Toki sat down beside him. "Lay downs on your stomach."

Skwisgaar was quickly rearranged, since whatever Toki had in mind required that his cock be freed and situated flat to the mattress between his legs. It didn't surprise Skwisgaar that rope once again held his wrists together, as well as kept his legs separated. Cheek to the bed, he tried to imagine just what Toki might have in store. Something cool and smooth running over his eternally aching balls offered no chance to solve the puzzle before a gentle-but-still-sharp thwack jolted his eyes open.

"Haves you ever cum from pain, before?" Toki asked before hitting him again, this time on the head of his cock. Skwisgaar groaned, not out of pleasure. "No? In alls your experience?"

Skwisgaar tried out of curiosity once or twice, but it never seemed to pan out. Maybe, like Toki did now, he just needed to force himself through it. It certainly didn't start out feeling good, causing him to cringe and writhe as each smack of whatever Toki used echoed off the wall. During a pause though, he could feel his nerves sing similarly to when engaged in a regular path to orgasm. Persistence turned his groans to non-verbal pleas for more, so louder and harder impact came. Skwisgaar whimpered when finally—finally—his hips bucked as he released. He didn't even realize that he'd neglected to swallow until spit pooled on Toki's comforter. As he came down from a week of teasing and edging, he had enough wits about him to wipe the remainder off his lips and chin.

"Here's some water," Toki offered when Skwisgaar was freed of his restraints. "Drinks up."

Skwisgaar didn't need to be told twice. Rolled over onto his back, he drank deeply after pulling a blanket over his waist. He thought he would hurt more, but he couldn't find any hint of that when he inspected himself.

"Needs anything else?" Toki asked. "You can hangs out for a bit, if you like. And I can put offs going to the gym."

"I'll be okays. You does your t'ing."

Toki accepted it, slipping his roller skates back on before disappearing down the hallway. Even as Skwisgaar came right down from the last week, he couldn't make heads or tails of the strange numbness overtaking his core. He still felt empty. He was disappointed, not for how things turned out, but that it was over. He almost wished that Toki had sent him along for one more day of anticipation.

Taking care of the emptiness first, Skwisgaar tracked the plug down to where Toki had set it in his bathroom sink. More out of habit than by any real train of thought, the next twenty-three hours or so didn't differ from the previous six days. At quarter to eight, fifteen minutes before Toki was due at his room, Skwisgaar beat him there. He was undressed and properly situated for when the door opened.

Toki hesitated, but routine clicked back into motion. He too shed the minimal amount of clothes keeping him decent, and replaced the plug with himself. When it ended, he put it back in after another pause. "I noticed last night that you hads taken it."

"Mhm." Skwisgaar unfolded his pants to put them back on. He hoped Toki wouldn't inquire; it would just be easier, if he took the gesture for granted. Obviously, he had no protest to carrying on until the Dethsub left Andromeda's Crevice. "Thanks you."