A Good Edd Is Hard To Find
Summary:
The Ed's encounter with Bro takes a dark turn as the savage sibling concocts a dangerous game for Eddy and Double D. The race is on for Ed, Eddy and the kids of the cul-de-sac to save Edd from Eddy's brother. Friendships will be questioned. Sanity will be strained. Will the Eds be separated for good?
Ships: BroEdd, EddxEddy, subtle hints to others that may come.
Triggers include: Pedophilia, Child Grooming, Child Abuse, Sexual Assault, Rape, Dub-Con, Drunken Behavior, Alcohol Abuse, and Physical and Verbal Abuse. Other warnings include Violence and Language.
This is co-written by DuoXKouga and Battygirl
Author's Notes. VERY IMPORTANT FOR THIS CHAPTER:
DuoXKouga: Before you begin to read this chapter, please stop and look at the Triggers that are listed. If any of those make you upset, angry, or uncomfortable, then please, skip this chapter and wait for the next one. The content in this chapter may cause panic attacks to those who are sensitive or are victims themselves. Believe me when I say this warning comes from Battygirl and myself with heavy hearts. We do not support any actions depicted in this chapter. It's difficult for us even to write it out and we don't want any one to get upset about this. Please, take this warning seriously and skip this if it may be traumatizing to yourself. Wait for the next chapter if you must, but don't cause yourselves any pain by forcing yourselves to read this. If you believe you can read this and not get offended, upset, or have any traumatic after effects, props to you. But if you will get offended, upset, or may suffer traumatic after effects, then please, skip this chapter and wait until the next chapter.
Battygirl: I'm so sorry for the delay here. I'm sure you're tired of reading that and our excuses, so I won't give any. We couldn't get this one written in a reasonable amount of time. End of story. Well…not this story but y…you know what I mean. Anyway! This one's really rough, guys. Please, if you're uncomfortable with any of the warnings we give at the beginning of every chapter, then please, don't read this one…because it has, like, all of them. It's kind've brutal…I went a lil rogue with this one. And yes, I wrote the majority of this. I won't go into detail out of respect for my cowriter, but just know that she's suffered a recent trauma and could not finish this chapter as we'd originally planned. So I wrote it. I'm about to hit my winter break at school, meaning I will have much more time to devote to writing this fic. Hopefully the next chapter won't take a month for us to put out. So without further ado; enjoy the chapter — unless you really cant handle the trigger warnings, in which case you stay the fuck away from this one! For your own sakes, if you can't handle this kinda thing, get out of here now. To be honest, it may not even be as bad as we're making it out to be, but it made DuoXKouga incredibly uncomfortable after her recent trauma, so we wanted to try to spare you of that.
Chapter 9: Close Your Eyes and Think Of Eddy
Edd trembles in fear as Terry approaches him, the man's face drawn into a dark frown. Anger is ablaze in those cold eyes and Edd gives a small hiccup when the man cracks his neck from side to side. The loud popping of the bones in the man's neck make the boy flinch with each sudden sound. Edd pushes his sore and tired body back, trying to put as much space between him and Terry as he's able. He cannot move fast enough. Terry grabs him by the ankle, giving it a painful squeeze as he yanks the boy back towards him.
Edd yelps in pain as the man's thumbnail digs into the skin and draws blood from the broken flesh. Pitifully, Edd reaches for his ankle to try to dislodge himself from Terry's grip. In his distraction, he doesn't notice the hand coming from the side. There's a loud slap when the large hand meets Edd's cheek. It's much harder than it had been the past few times.
The hit dazes the boy long enough for Terry to reach down under the bed and drag out a medium-sized box. He flips the lid open. Reaching in with one hand, he retrieves a set of manacles. The dark metal clinks together as the man leans over the boy, fastening the manacles first to the bed post. A malicious grin spreads over his face as he takes the boy's wrists into his hands; latching them with a click into the manacles.
Edd squirms as his vision clears. When he moves his wrists, he's met with resistance and the sound of rattling metal. His heart drops into his stomach, mingling with the dread filling him. He attempts to sit up, but finds he's unable to. Cold fear seeps into his body as he realizes that he's chained to the bed. Any chance of escape truly is out of reach now. Panicked, he turns his head to look up at Terry, only to meet the man's hand as he's slapped again; this time across the other side of his face. He tries desperately to curl in on himself.
"P-Please, forgive me…" he pleads. He stumbles over his own sentences as he watches the man stroke his hardening cock. Fear seizes the boy's heart and his tears fall even more rapidly. "No, n-not that again!"
Terry grabs the boy by his face, giving his cheeks a hard squeeze as he mounts the bed in front of the preteen. Edd whines as the inside of his cheeks are pressed painfully against his teeth. The boy flinches in pain as the man moves him into a kneeling position on the bed. He whimpers at the uncomfortable position his arms are forced into and he wiggles in a vain attempt to see if he can do anything to ease the pain. Instead, he finds that his attempts only increase his discomfort.
"You couldn't just lie there like a good fucking little bitch, could you?" The man's words draw Edd to glance up at the man.
Terry sneers down at the boy as he gives another squeeze to Edd's chin, making him give a muffled and strained cry of pain. The tender flesh is darkening under the man's finger tips and it only encourages him to continue. He wants to mark this boy as his; his little princess.
"Couldn't just keep your little ass put and behave, could you?" he growls, "Do you think I'm fucking stupid?!"
Edd clenches his eyes shut as the man raises his voice until he's almost yelling. Tears escape from the corners of his eyes as he trembles in fear of the man and what he might do.
"N-No…" Edd whimpers, "P-Please! I'm sorry!"
A dangerous glint comes to the man's eyes as he pulls Edd forward, putting more strain on the boy's arms. Edd can only sob in pain.
"Don't you give me that bullshit!" he snarls, "There ain't shit you can say that'll get you outta this, Girlfriend. You fucked up and now I gotta punish you."
"P-Please!" Edd begs, opening his eyes to peek at the man fearfully, "Don't hurt me anymore! I'll do anything! I swear!"
"Oh, I know you will, sweetheart," he purrs, leaning close to Edd's face, "You'll do whatever I want you to. But I can't let this bad behavior go unpunished, now can I? I need to be sure the lesson's sunk in."
A shuddering sob wrenches itself from the boy.
"E-Eddy!" he whimpers, "Where are you?!"
A manic look comes over the man's face as he grabs a handful of the boy's hair, yanking Edd's head back roughly and forcing the boy to look up at him directly.
"The fuck did I tell you about saying anyone's name but mine?!" he demands. Edd's brow furrows as he gives the man a desperate look. "You really think Pipsqueak's coming for you?" He shoves Edd back roughly. "Who the fuck would come for you?!"
Edd gives a whimpering cry as the bump on the back of his head is grazed. It's not a hard hit, but it's certainly enough to hurt. Through watery eyes, he looks to the man again as Terry moves off of the bed.
"No one's gonna come for you," he adds, casting Edd a hateful look. The cold words are painful to hear and piercing as they're spoken. The boy watches as the man approaches the headboard. "You ain't good for much more than fucking. Who would waste their time trying to rescue some fuck toy?"
Edd sobs pitifully at those words. How cruel in their expression they are…He only vaguely notices Terry grasping the chain connecting the manacles and pulling them to the edge of the bed. He's jolted from his thoughts as the man grabs his arm roughly. Terry jerks the boy towards him at the end of the bed and flips him onto his back so he's facing the man. Terry fastens the chain's end to a small latch on the floorboards before moving the boy so he's lying with his head curving back on the edge of the bed. He cradles the preteen's head in his hands and grips a handful of the boy's hair in his fist. Edd is forced to gaze up at him; fear the only expression to be found on his face.
"I'm gonna make damn sure you behave yourself from now on," he growls menacingly.
Without further explanation, he forces the boy to open his mouth. Edd's eyes are wide as, without any warning, the man thrusts his cock all the way inside of the boy's gaping mouth. His tip makes a bulge in the tight throat. Edd sputters around the thick appendage, desperately trying to breathe. For a few moments, Terry watches the boy try to arch in feeble attempts to escape him. He can see that he's cutting off the boy's oxygen. Licking his lips, he pulls himself out, waiting a moment or two for the boy to gasp and cough for air before thrusting all the way back into that warm, tight heat. The boy chokes around the hard member as the tip hits his uvula. Edd coughs as he vomits around the appendage. His throat is left burning as are his nostrils. He shakes his head in an effort to dislodge the man, who he can see, despite the obstruction of his line of sight, is clearly amused, yet disgusted by what the boy has done.
"Making a mess is only gonna make this a whole helluva lot worse for you, darlin'," Terry chortles, looking down at the boy.
Those pretty green eyes are hidden from him with Edd shutting them tight as vomit drips from his mouth. Rolling his eyes, Terry grabs a rag from the box - typically used as a blindfold - and wipes the boy's face clean of the mess. However, he doesn't provide Edd much relief as he gives a hard thrust into the small mouth, making him gag and choke. Terry laughs as he continues at a rough and hard pace, barely giving the boy time to recover. With every thrust, he presses the entire length of his cock into the boy's mouth and throat. His ball sac hits the boy's nose with each thrust, only adding to his pleasure and Edd's great discomfort. The boy is still making sputtering sounds, vomiting occasionally as the large member is rammed harder and harder into his throat.
After several minutes of this, Terry pulls out all the way. Edd coughs, spitting the remaining vomit out onto the floor. The man watches him in twisted pleasure, stroking himself as he watches the child sob. Before the boy can calm even slightly, he rubs his cock against Edd's cheek, making him flinch at the contact. The boy's face is a deep red and is covered in pre-cum, saliva, and vomit. His breathing is hard and shallow as he tries to regain it. The man chuckles darkly, cupping the back of Edd's head and lifting him up ever so slightly.
"God, you're such a pretty cock slut," he purrs, rubbing his swollen erection. He can feel himself reaching that delicious peak. With a twisted smile, he opens the boy's mouth and rubs his tip against the gap in the boy's top row of teeth, chuckling deviously. "Let's fill that little gap of yours, shall we, Girlfriend?"
For a moment, the statement doesn't register to the boy, drawing him to furrow his brow in confused concern. After a few more strokes, the man cums; his thick semen gushing into the gap and making Edd flinch as the ejaculate drips into his open mouth. With a groan, Terry thrusts back inside the boy's mouth, still enjoying his orgasm as he breaches the boy's throat.
"Mm…Better swallow it all, Princess," he sneers, the threat of more punishment clearly underlining his voice.
Edd hiccups as he forces himself to swallow the thick substance. He desperately fights back the urge to wretch. The taste is so bitter and foul and it makes him want to vomit all over again. As his cock softens, Terry removes himself from the boy's mouth, watching with sadistic delight as Edd coughs and sobs. Other than the shaking of his abused body, the boy lies there limply. Saliva is dripping from his mouth. His eyes are half lidded and unfocused and tears blur his vision. His face is bright red in his shame and seminal fluid now joins the rest of the mess. His chest is heaving up and down at a fast pace, trying to refill the body's depleted oxygen.
Edd grimaces at the taste upon his tongue; that of vomit and ejaculate. He feels light-headed as he lies there on the bed. His need to wash is once again consuming him. The itch is coming back, but is more incessant than before. From the corner of his eye, he sees the man moving, though he's too weak to follow him with his gaze. He feels the chains loosen, drawing him to let out a soft whimper as Terry unshackles him from his current position. For a brief moment, he feels relief as he truly believes the torment has ended. That is, before he's yanked up to the headboard again.
He struggles weakly, his throat burning. His arms are shackled above his head. He gives the man a pleading look before flinching upon seeing the dark look in his eyes. Fearfully, he attempts to curl up in a small ball, but is prevented from doing so as Terry grabs his ankles and yanks his legs apart. The man licks his lips as he grabs the bottle of lubricant, popping the lid off before pouring a generous amount over his half flaccid arousal. With one hand, he begins applying just enough to his cock, willing himself to erection again with a few well maneuvered strokes. Edd gives a small sound of distress upon seeing this and struggles to free himself. Terry lifts Edd's legs up, spreading them wide as he hoists them over his own thighs. He grins maliciously as he presses his cock into the body below him.
"A-Aaaah!" Edd cries out, feeling his muscles tearing as Terry continues to push inside of him. He screams when the man is fully sheathed. "I-It hurts! Please, please, pull it out!"
Terry's grin never leaves as he obliges, pulling all the way out, though leaving just the tip in. He observes in wicked delight the smear of blood along his shaft and glances at the pained face of his captive. He offers him a few moments reprieve. One second…Two…before he thrusts all the way back inside, earning another agonized scream of pain. Terry leans down near the boy's chest, never slowing his assault on the boy's fragile form.
Edd releases another sharp scream as teeth enclose around his sensitive nipple. He cries out in desperate agony as the man bites down harder until the boy is certain he will begin to bleed. He feels Terry give it a harsh suck before giving another sharp bite. Edd can only cry out in pain as he struggles against his restraints, unable to stop the torture. After a moment, the man pulls away from him, saliva connecting his mouth to the bleeding nub, before moving to the other to give it the same brutal treatment.
"P-Please!" the boy sobs, "No more! I beg you!"
The man ignores him, leaving bruising, bloody marks along the boy's chest. His hands are holding the boy's hips in a vice grip, keeping the small body still as he increases his speed and force. Edd continues his pitiful pleas, which only seem to fall on deaf ears. He lays his head back, sobbing. He tries desperately to focus on anything else. His thoughts go straight to Eddy. He keeps his mouth shut, but he latches onto his thoughts of his dearest friend in his efforts to avoid the pain. The man's caresses don't cease. They remain painful and even become more forceful and abusive. Eddy's face fades from his mind, leaving the boy to return to his pleas for the man to stop. With a grimace, Terry pulls himself back up, glaring down at the preteen. Before Edd can react, the man swiftly backhands him. The boy keeps sobbing, earning another slap. Edd bites his lip to cease his wailing some as he looks to the man above him.
"Shut the fuck up!" Terry growls, "I've had enough of your fuckin' whining! You don't like 'this'? Fine!" He removes himself from Edd, earning a sob the boy cannot contain. "I'll just have to punish you another way."
Edd weakly pulls his legs to his chest, shaking as he watches the man turn back to the box to retrieve his next torture device. The boy pales considerably as the man removes a two-foot long plank of wood from the box. It's very smooth, the corners shaved and sanded into rounded edges. There are holes that have been drilled throughout the board, to cut back on wind resistance. Attached to the long plank is a handle with a leather grip. The man turns back to him, his face drawn into a cold glare. He opens his mouth, to offer another weary plea, but is silenced by a warning look in Terry's eye.
"You need to learn some fuckin' obedience," he speaks low as he reaches into the box and retrieves one last item; a black collar hanging from a leather leash, "And I plan to teach you…"
Edd presses himself back into the pillows and the headboard as the man nears him again. Terry sets the paddle aside and leans over the boy, collar in hand. With Edd immobilized, it takes little effort to place the collar over the slender neck. When it's fitted snugly, but not too tightly, he tugs at the leash, pulling Edd forward and putting a strain on the boy's arms again. He chuckles at the whimpers and pleading look he receives.
"Now, don't give me that look, sweetheart," he sneers, leaning into Edd's face, "A naughty little pet like you needs a leash, don'tcha think?"
Edd can only shiver, unable to voice a response out of fear. The man grabs the boy and flips him around so he's facing the mattress. The metal pinches Edd's wrists, and he whines a bit at the discomfort. Terry lifts his waist, raising the boy until he's on his knees. The man drags his hand along the smooth, soft surface of Edd's rear, eyeing the boy with contempt as he picks up the paddle again. In his head, Edd pleads for Eddy to save him.
Eddy! Where are you?! Wh-What's taking you so long?!
A moment later, he feels the man move behind him. He doesn't dare look back as Terry brings the paddle up over him; only braces himself as best he can. The only warning he receives is the split second when the whoosh of the wood passing through the air resonates in his ear. The pain is blinding as the wood comes in contact with his bare and tender flesh. He opens his mouth to scream, but is incapable of making a sound. For a moment, he's rendered mute as the pain pulsates throughout his body. His body is quaking more than before and his knees grow weak. However, the man doesn't stop with one hit. Again. And again. And again. The boy sobs, his vision blurring. He can hear the man laughing behind him.
"What's that, Princess?" Terry sneers, "What do you have to say now?"
"N-Nothing…" Edd blubbers, "Please! Please just…just don't hit me again!" He releases a scream mixed with a sob as the man strikes him again. "Please, Terry! I-I'll do anything you ask if you just stop beating me!"
The man grins deviously, lowering the paddle.
"Is that right…?" he purrs.
Edd catches the tone in the man's voice, suggesting something sinister. Terry leans over him, palming the boy's rear. The flesh is burning from the repeated smacks and is a bright red. He hadn't hit the boy hard enough to draw blood, but the soreness should have finally gotten the point across effectively enough. He removes the manacles from the headboard and turns the boy over. Edd cringes as his backside rests against the mattress, the pressure of even lying there making the sensitive skin burn. Peeking through one eye, he looks up at the man. Terry's observing him expectantly.
"Alright, Princess," he purrs, grabbing the leash, "Maybe that is enough punishment…You say you'll do anything? Prove it." He tugs the leather leash towards him, pulling Edd up onto the boy's knees in front of him. "Put that pretty little mouth of yours to better use."
Edd grimaces a bit as Terry prods at his cheek with his hardened member. It doesn't take any further instruction from the man above him for the boy to know what was expected of him. He averts his eyes uncomfortably, uncertain if he can will himself to do something so…vile. A quick glance to the man above him and the knowing grin is all the convincing he needs. Swallowing what little dignity he has left, Edd reluctantly engulfs the man into his mouth. He hears Terry release a pleasured groan and feels the man's hand rest on the top of his head, holding him down.
He chokes a bit around the thick member, but it's much less severe than before. The man isn't forcing himself down his throat…at least not yet. Edd groans a bit in disgust, hoping as it escapes him that it sounds enough like a moan to the man's ear. It doesn't seem to be enough, however, as Terry yanks on the leash a bit.
"Suck me harder, you disgusting little bitch," he growls.
Edd does his best to comply as the man begins thrusting in and out of his mouth. He hears the man's breathing become a bit more shallow, an indicator that he's nearing climax. Before he can reach that peak, however, he stops the boy. He pushes him away just enough to pull his cock from the kid's mouth.
"Good boy," he chuckles, pulling him up again. He pushes the boy back onto the bed, crawling over him, "But let's finish this right…"
Edd squirms, making soft sounds of protest as his legs are pushed apart. The man spreads another dollop of lubricant over his fully erect cock. The boy opens his mouth to object — he's so terribly sore. All he wants is to rest. However, he knows doing so will only warrant further abuse. Shutting his eyes tight, he braces for the pain as the man enters him again. His hands are still shackled, restricting their movements some as he grasps at the bed sheets and pillows near his head. Terry is still refusing to go easy on him. Each thrust is hard and fast and so terribly painful. Edd can feel the bed move with each powerful thrust. He murmurs out little pleas. Never for the man to stop, but only to be gentle.
"A-Aah!" he cries, "T-Terry! Please! N-Not so hard!" He screams at a particularly rough thrust. "I-It hurts!"
He feels the man lean in to his ear.
"You want it to stop hurting?" he breathes.
Edd nods weakly; "Y-Yes! Please!"
He hears the man chuckle, his breath hot on his cheek.
"Then tell me what I wanna hear, sweetheart," he moans, suckling along Edd's jaw, "and I'll make it feel good again."
The boy sobs pitifully. It's a cruel request, but he finds himself desperate.
"Y-Yes…" he hiccups, "Anything you want…"
The chuckling turns malicious.
"Tell me, Princess…" Terry pulls back to gaze down at him, "Who do you belong to?"
Edd hesitates, but only for a moment.
"Y-You…" he whimpers, "Please! I'm yours!"
Terry gives him a smug look as he chortles.
"And will you try to run from me again?" he asks, cocking his brow.
Edd shakes his head fervently; "N-No…Never again…I-I promise. J-Just…please…don't hurt me anymore, I beg you!"
Terry hums, pleased with his answer, before kissing along his jawline. Edd leans into those open mouth kisses; the most tender, gentle touch he's felt since his attempted escape.
"That's all I needed to hear…" the man's words are spoken softly against the boy's cheek.
He pulls away for only a moment to remove the collar from around the boy's neck. When the leather is discarded, he moves his hands so much more softly over the broken body, rubbing gentle circles into the aching flesh. It's less painful than it had been, Edd is pleased to say, almost comforting. It draws a soft sigh of reprieve from the boy. Terry's lips attach to the boy's neck, lapping at the tender flesh. The preteen gasps and sighs as pleasure finally returns to him. His aching body finally finds some semblance of alleviation as the man pulls out of him. He watches, numb, as Terry grabs the lubricant from the bedside table. Despite the discomfort of the whole thing, to see the man using the lube to more adequately prepare him is a most welcomed sight. As he carefully probes the boy, he resumes his gentle caresses. Edd arches into his touch, feeling himself becoming aroused. Even after everything that's transpired, he can feel pleasure when Terry's nimble fingers rub gently along his body. The boy's eyes drift shut as he loses himself to the man's fondling.
That bliss is broken, however, when the man's cock enters him again. He cries out in discomfort. The penetration during his 'punishment' has left him understandably sore. Even with the recent preparation, the boy is in agony. He hears Terry's voice cooing softly into his ear, whispering softly for the boy to relax. The man's thrusts are much slower and far less intense than before and his large hand moves slowly down his body. Finally, he reaches the boy's small arousal. Edd gasps, his hands coming down around the man's head, urging him to continue the tender kissing and suckling. It's a pleasant distraction from the pain still throbbing in his lower body.
The rhythmic rolling of Terry's hips is almost soothing. Edd's arms tighten their hold around the man's neck. The pleasure is building quickly with the multitude of stimuli accosting him. It's only as the man is reaching his orgasm that Terry's movements become faster and harder. He strokes the boy faster, urging Edd closer to his release as well. It takes only a few more thrusts for the man to hit his climax. He buries his face in Edd's neck, groaning as he rides out his release. With a couple more strokes, Edd joins him in orgiastic pleasure. His strangled cry belies the pleasure he's feeling.
Edd goes limp beneath the man, exhausted from his ordeal. Terry lies with him for several minutes, slowly composing himself. When he's calmed, he raises himself up again. He grabs the boy's wrist and removes the slender arms from around his neck. He retrieves the key for the manacles from the box and unshackles the boy. Edd rubs his sore wrists when they're free and glances at the man as Terry turns away to enjoy a cigarette. He wonders vaguely what the appeal of smoking after sex is, but ultimately decides it's unimportant. At the moment, he's got a much more pressing matter to attend to. He's hesitant to speak to the man, but the itch to clean himself is quickly rearing its ugly head again. Taking a deep breath, he wills himself to speak.
"M-May I…p-please wash?" he stutters fearfully, "I-I desperately need to bathe…"
He winces a bit, waiting for the man to snap at him. Terry glances at him curiously, observing his actions. He grins a bit, seeing that Edd is trying to be careful about what he says and how he says it. Taking a drag off his cigarette, he turns to the boy fully.
"Sure," he answers, exhaling the smoke with the breathy response. The boy looks hopeful. "On one condition, that is…"
Edd's shoulders slump in disappointment, but he tries to hide it in his expression.
"Wh…What condition is that?" he asks cautiously.
Terry grins, cupping the boy's chin, "Well, I'll have to join you, of course."
Edd furrows his brow in concern, but nods.
"V-Very well…" he agrees, averting his eyes shyly.
Does he have really have a choice? A bath is of the highest priority. More than that, though, he has to do what he can to appease this man. Terry had made it quite clear that he would not hesitate to hurt him for his disobedience. The man puts out his cigarette on the nightstand before rising to his feet.
"Then, let's go, Princess…" he mumbles, turning to the door.
Edd attempts to stand as well. His back spasms, causing him to yelp in pain and cease his movements. He glances at Terry, who's watching him with suspicious eyes. In an attempt to abolish that suspicion, Edd attempts once more to stand. His legs are weak and moving is terribly difficult in his current state. As he falls back against the edge of the bed, he tries to brace himself against the man's wrath.
"M-My apologies," he stutters, "I'm afraid I…I can't really…"
He hears the man heave an irritated sigh before he's scooped up into Terry's arms. The annoyed look he's receiving is enough to make him shrink in on himself. Shyly, he buries his face in the man's shoulder to avoid that look. After entering the bathroom, Terry sets him down upon the cold tiles before turning his attention to the bathtub. Edd's immediately drawn to the sink, which he stumbles weakly to. He turns the tap and scoops up handfuls of water to rinse the taste of vomit and semen from his mouth.
Terry spots him in his actions and opens the cabinet above the sink. From there, he retrieves a medium-sized bottle of mouthwash and hands it to the boy. Edd regards him curiously, wondering why he would have it in his possession. He chooses not to ask, of course. Silence, at this point, is so much more beneficial for him. The man observes him silently for a few moments before turning his attention back to the bath as the boy pours the liquid into the measuring cup cap and as he swishes the mouthwash. It's a new bottle, he's not ashamed to admit — he rarely came to this place. Why leave something like that here? After the kid had vomited on the ride here, he'd decided it would be a good product to have around, among other things, such as fresh food. He certainly doesn't want to taste vomit or his own cock, for that matter, in the kid's mouth every time he'd kiss him.
Edd fights the urge to moan in pleasure as he feels the mouthwash working its magic and ridding him of the vile, lingering taste that is still burning his throat a bit. He briefly wishes he could brush his teeth as well, but ultimately decides that the mouthwash is far better than nothing at all and is grateful to have it at least. After roughly a minute of swishing the liquid in his mouth, he spits it out into the sink. He rinses with water once or twice, to ensure the last of the taste is truly gone, before glancing back at his captor. It's now he can see that the man is preparing another bath. Another question comes to mind…This one can't be too bad? Perhaps it would be alright to speak…a little?
"W-Wouldn't you prefer a shower?" he asks curiously.
The man scoffs; "Don't think that's much of an option, sweetheart." He glances at him. "You can barely stand on your own two feet. And I sure as hell ain't holdin' you up the whole time." Ignoring the rising water, he turns to Edd fully and cups the boy's chin. "And why is it that you're in this state, Princess?"
Edd bows his head shamefully, his brow furrowed in a pitiful pout.
"B-Because I m-misbehaved…" he murmurs, though being sure to make himself heard, "I-I won't do it again…I promise."
Terry grins, pleased with his answer, and releases his grip on Edd's chin before turning back to the bath. The water has risen to the appropriate height in the tub, drawing the man to turn the tap off before stepping in. For a moment, he relaxes in the warm water, laying his head back. With a grin, he beckons Edd towards him, holding his hand out for the boy to take. Edd does so, looking apprehensive as he steps into the water. He pulls the boy down so that Edd is straddling his waist. The position is a bit uncomfortable for the preteen, but he dares not complain. The man seems to notice this, giving the boy a pleased look. The kid really is going to great lengths to keep him assuaged. But it's easy to stay silent.
He'll have to put this new obedience to the test…
"Princess…" he coos in a mocking tone.
Edd flinches before raising his eyes to look at him.
"Y…Yes?" he's anxious for whatever the man might demand of him.
For a moment, the man is silent as he looks Edd over.
"Don't look so scared, sweetheart," he tuts. The boy looks no less uneasy. "C'mon now…All I want is a kiss from my little Princess…"
Edd looks a bit taken aback by that. He bites his lip, eyes darting everywhere but the man's face. Taking a deep breath, he sits up a bit before leaning in to press his lips shyly against Terry's. This time, when the man attempts to deepen the kiss, Edd doesn't pull away. The man can tell the boy is tense — he's afraid to try to move from him.
It's a good start…
He pulls away from the kiss and leans close to the boy's ear. He's going to push the kid as far as he can to find out if there is anything at this time he might not do. His fingers are wet from the water as he plays with the boy's hair, speaking sternly into Edd's ear.
"Now suck me off, my little pet," he sneers, grinning wide.
He sees the shiver run up Edd's spine. This might be the deal breaker, he notes with a twisted smile. The boy looks to him pleadingly. He can see the questions in his eyes. Again? Already? He remains silent, waiting for the boy to make a move. A reluctant resolve passes over Edd's face as the boy sits back. He can see that the kid is looking almost nauseous as he moves to sit between the man's legs. The water is high enough that Edd will have to hold his breath while he does this, but that's certainly the least of his worries.
Terry watches, amused, as the boy reaches to touch him with hesitant hands. Edd's breath is shaky as he gently strokes the man's shaft, trying to coax him to erection. Terry moans softly, pleased with his actions. Breathing deep, the boy lowers his mouth over the man's cock. The man releases a hissing moan. Terry regards him with perverse delight. He really did have complete control over the boy now. Edd really would do anything he asked to avoid more punishment.
Things are about to get much more interesting…
The boy's inexperience shows, however, drawing the man to grimace some.
"Faster," he hisses, "And stroke what you can't fit in your mouth."
He shivers in pleasure as the boy complies nicely. Seeing this boy at his mercy is proving to be a powerful stimuli. Images of what other salacious acts he could ask of the boy assault his mind, urging him quickly to orgasm. His hand is on Edd's head, holding the kid down as he starts bucking into that tight heat. It's not long after that before he cums with a low moan. Edd gags a bit, drawing the man to grin deviously.
"Swallow it," he demands softly.
Edd whimpers, but forces himself to oblige, swallowing the ejaculate as it hits his tongue. As the appendage between his lips softens, the boy pulls back. He cups his hands over his mouth, feeling ill. This time, however, it's less to do with the taste. His nausea comes solely from mortification for what he's just done. He looks up shamefully when the man grabs his wrist and tugs him forward so that he's resting his head against the man's broad chest.
"Good boy," Terry laughs low in his chest.
Edd tries desperately to fight back the tears. Hearing it before had been degrading. Hearing it again now feels more…disheartening. The man really did view him as little more than a pet to be trained and seemed quite content in his view. For a moment, the boy just lies there, trying to enjoy the warm bath water. He wants to wash, but finds himself too frightened to move, should he anger Terry again. A hand to his chin tilts the boy's head back so that he's looking at the man.
"Say it again, sweetheart…" he purrs with a dark grin, "I wanna hear it. Who do you belong to?"
Edd winces, unable to stop the tears from escaping his burning eyes.
"Y-You…" he hiccups, defeated.
Terry chuckles; "And don't you dare forget it, Princess…"
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