The alarm blaring on the bedside table shoots a jarring bolt of electricity through the slumbering forms. With a snarl, Terry slams his fist on the button to shut it off before burying his nose back into the crook of Edd's neck. Fuck, he could stay like this forever. Cradling his little beloved to him and breathing in the boyish scent that he'd so callously tainted. Edd squirms a little beneath him, struggling to move his arms so that he can rub his tired eyes. Oh yeah, he'd nearly forgotten how he'd left Edd the night before. Fuck, he has shit to do today, doesn't he…?
Grumbling a bit under his breath, he carefully moves Edd's arms off of his neck, but he doesn't remove the handcuffs. He grins down at the disheveled boy beneath him. Hair an absolute mess from the sex and his sleep, eyes red and a little puffy from all of the crying he did. Now there's a sight to wake up to…
"Good morning, Princess," he breathes, kissing Edd's jaw.
Edd grimaces a bit, raising his hands to push his face away
"Please refrain from speaking so close to me until you've brushed your teeth," he grumbles, covering his mouth and nose.
Morning breath…Alright, fair enough. Rolling his eyes, Terry pushes himself to sit up and looks about before spotting his robe on the floor beside the bed. He reaches over for it and throws it on before taking a moment to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
"Alright, sweetheart," he yawns, "I got a few errands to run today. So I'm gonna get a shower." He relaxes a bit, grinning wickedly. "Would you like to join me?"
Edd wretches in disgust; "Absolutely not."
Terry shrugs in response; "Have it your way."
"I'd like to go home!"
Terry ignores him as he reaches into the drawer again for the ball gag. Edd groans, trying to slither away.
"Not that again!" he whines, "Did you not hear me?! I said I didn't want to! I want to go home!"
"So I've heard," Terry rolls his eyes, "And you're not — not showerin' with me and not goin' home. But I'm at least gonna let you take a leak if you need to."
His choice of language makes Edd blush a little, but he has an air of understanding about him that makes him a bit more complacent. Still, he eyes the ball gag uneasily.
"Must you really use that thing, though…?" he mumbles, "I-I promise I won't scream again. M-My throat hurts anyway…"
Terry shakes his head, "Nice try, Princess. You've proven to me that I can't trust you yet. You keep babbling about wantin' to go home, after all. But don't worry. We won't have to do it like this much longer. So just grin n' bear with it for now."
Edd grimaces, but he can tell he has no choice in the matter. Reluctantly, he opens his mouth for Terry to slip the gag between his lips and teeth. Terry chooses not to secure it quite as tight as he did before. It should still be tight enough to secure it in place, but not painful like last time. Just a little uncomfortable, perhaps.
"How's that feel, darling?" he asks, "Comfortable?"
Edd shakes his head. Of course he'd say that.
"Too bad."
Terry rises to his feet before helping Edd to his own. He sees the boy shivering. It is surprisingly chilly this morning. Or maybe that's just the typical morning feeling? Either way, he can see the boy is cold. He hums thoughtfully.
"If you're a good boy in the bathroom," he begins carefully, "I'll give you something to wear."
Edd perks up a little, nodding his head in understanding. Pleased with this show of obedience, Terry leads him to the bathroom. As he leads the boy to the toilet, he doesn't worry about locking the door this time; he knows he doesn't need to. It takes a minute, as Edd's still very shy about urinating in front of him, but he manages to push himself through it — clearly with an understanding that he might not get another opportunity for a while.
When he's done, Terry lets him wash his cuffed hands in the sink. After a moment, Edd looks up from rinsing the suds away. He starts pointing to something on the sink, which Terry finds to be his toothbrush. He scoffs.
"I get it, my breath smells like shit," he sneers, "I was gonna get to it after a shower."
Edd shakes his head and alternates between pointing at the toothbrush and pointing at himself. Oh.
"Not yet," Terry grumbles, pulling Edd away from the sink, "There's some things I need to take care of first. You can brush your teeth once that's done."
He returns Edd to the bedroom and removes the ball gag after securing the door.
"Alright, back into bed," Terry orders, nodding to the bed.
Edd's shoulders fall and he hesitates a moment, but eventually, he obeys the command, crawling into bed.
"Good boy," Terry purrs. A thought occurs to him suddenly. "Oh yeah. I said you could have somethin' to wear…"
With that, he turns to his dresser and roots around in one of the drawers before retrieving one of his jerseys. That'll do…Turning back to Edd, he sets the shirt down on the bed beside him before retrieving the key for the handcuffs from the bedside table. Gotta remember to take that with me…After unlocking Edd's hands, Terry hands him the shirt.
"There ya go, Princess," he coos, kissing Edd's cheek.
Edd gives him a mean look, rubbing his cheek as though offended. However, he pulls the shirt on over his quivering body. Terry bites his lip. Of course, his double-XL shirt is way too big for Edd, making it look like the boy's wearing a dress instead. Like a little Princess…He fights the urge to push him back on the bed to fuck him again. Goddammit. Not yet. He's got shit to do! Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he places the handcuff key and bedroom key in the pocket of his robe before turning to leave.
"I'll be back…" he grumbles, exiting the room and locking it behind him.
Before returning to the bathroom, he swings by the kitchen and roots around in his junk drawer until he finds his measuring tape and a pen and small pad of paper. The more he can do without stopping back at the bedroom, the better. Then, it's back to the bathroom, where he makes a beeline for the sink to brush his teeth. He stops, however, and instead begins by spending a few minutes taking measurements of the walls around the bathroom and writing them down. It doesn't take too long, and, after dropping the measuring tools back off in the kitchen, he's able to return to the task at hand.
As he furiously brushes his teeth, he finds that he's still got the image in mind of his little Princess in his over-sized shirt, looking more like the cute little girl he liked to compare him to. Fuck, he's getting hard just thinking about those subtle curves that the fabric falls upon, the way the boy's little shoulders nearly slip through the neck of the shirt, the way the fabric stops just short of those sexy little thighs…His knuckles are turning white as he grips the sink in his hand. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He rinses before jumping into the shower, cranking the tap to frigid cold. Every now and then, he spits out the lingering fluoride taste, but otherwise, he doesn't dally.
Finishing the shower quickly, he dries off haphazardly before wrapping a towel around his waist. He grabs his robe and throws it on before leaving the bathroom and returning to the bedroom. Upon entering, he finds Edd curled up on the bed again, nuzzled in the sheets in an effort to make himself comfortable. Fuuuuuuck…He wants to take that comfort away!
But he doesn't. Instead, he focuses on dressing himself. More time for that later. When he's dressed, he returns to Edd's side and leans over him, making the boy shrink in on himself and try to escape into the sheets. Terry grabs his arm, holding him still.
"Now," he breathes, leaning in close, "You stay in bed like a good little boy and I'll make you feel real good when I get home."
Edd struggles to pull his arm away, but gives a reluctant nod in understanding. Pleased, Terry leans in further to kiss him, slipping his tongue past Edd's lips and teeth. He gets a pitiful whine in response as Edd pushes against the man's shoulders. However, he gives in much easier than before, letting his hands fall to the bed. Mm…good. My Princess is finally coming around. He pulls away after a moment to gaze down at that soft, pretty face. Edd stares right back, but there's no affection in those eyes — no reluctant conceit of a desire that Terry anticipated. Instead, he just looks tired, pained. Dammit…He's not 'coming around'. He just can't fight back anymore. Sneering, Terry stands up straight again.
It's a start, I guess…
He turns away and heads for the door, stopping to retrieve his keys from his robe. As he reaches the door and opens it up, he takes one last lingering look at the boy on his bed. Edd has pulled the sheets over himself again and is curling up amidst the covers to try to sleep again or maybe to cry some more. That intense urge returns. The urge to slam the door shut and pounce upon the boy again. The urge to ravage his body again and again until they're both too tired to move an inch.
Gritting his teeth, however, he pushes himself out the door and locks up. He's already wasted too much time. He's gotta get to the hardware store and get back before noon! After a few deep, calming breaths, he storms to the kitchen to grab his measurements and his wallet before exiting the trailer. He sneaks around to the unguarded entrance and slips out to reach his van.
The drive to the store is smooth, though as he nears the place, traffic does get a little thicker. Morning commutes and all that. The store seems to just be opening up by the time he arrives and it's easy enough to flag down an employee. He looks dead on his feet, but that's not important. He still manages to greet Terry with a smile, albeit a very weary one.
"Good morning!" he begins in a grating, chipper tone, "How may I help you today?"
"I gotta soundproof my bathroom," Terry replies as withdraws the list of measurements from his pocket.
That seems to confuse the guy a little. He blinks once, twice, before shaking his head.
"Ah…I'm sorry," he laughs anxiously, "Y-You want to soundproof…"
"My bathroom, yeah," Terry insists, "I got a house guest who's loud as fuck in there and I wanna fix that."
"Oh!" Understanding flashes over the tired kid's face before concern settles again, "Hmm…I'm not sure what all you'll need. Hold on a moment, will you? Let me ask around."
Terry rolls his eyes as the employee runs off. While he waits, he inspects the different home improvement gadgets. Nothing he's interested in actually doing anything with, of course, but it looks pretty nice…
The employee returns moments later with another, older man in the same uniform and apron. He looks much more awake and has an air of superiority to him. The managerial name tag reveals the reason for that.
"Good morning sir!" he greets enthusiastically, "I hear you're trying to soundproof your bathroom?"
"Yeah," Terry grumbles back, already sick of the charade, "You know what I need for that?"
"Absolutely!" he retorts. Terry vaguely notices the other employee walking away, fucking off to do god knows what while his manager does the dirty work. "It's not that different from soundproofing a typical room, but there are a few important things to consider. With all that water, foam is likely to be damaged, carpeting might get moldy, and if you want the most effective form of soundproofing, it would require you to open up the drywall to install insulation."
"Well, I sure as shit ain't goin' that far…" Terry retorts, "I don't got time to do any installin'…"
The manager looks a bit perturbed by his language, but recovers quickly; "Ah…very well, in that case, you'll just want to use some sound-muffling techniques. Does your bathroom have a tiled floor?"
"No," Terry replies, "I got carpeting in there, but it's pretty damn thin."
"Hmm," the manager pauses, whether that's to think about his response or to suppress his disgust again regarding Terry's cursing, "In that case, I'd recommend a few rugs to place over the floor. That should absorb some of the sound."
"Kay," Terry shifts a bit, rubbing his forehead, "you also said somethin' about foam. I got that in my bedroom too. Can I put it up in the bathroom?"
"Absolutely," the manager replies, "Again, the only concern is that the steam and water that might get on the foam may cause some damage."
"What about Scotchgard®?"
"Hmm, that is a water-repellent," the manager says with a nod, "I doubt it would hurt."
"Kay, anything else?"
"This will sound weird, but I would also recommend installing the foam on the ceiling."
"The ceiling?"
"Yes," the manager elaborates, "It's the same procedure as installing it on the walls — attaching it first to the plywood and then nailing it to the ceiling — and it really helps reduce the echo. Or you could instead carpet the ceiling if you'd prefer."
"Mm…yeah, I'll use the foam…" Terry shrugs, holding the paper towards him, "So, given these measurements, how much foam and shit am I gonna need…? And how much is this shit gonna run me?"
The manager winces a bit and sighs as he shifts on his feet. He looks over the measurements carefully, calculating it in his head. He then escorts Terry to the section with the foam and loads him up with the necessary amount. Like before, he's given them in bulk packs, which the manager touts to be at a special sale starting today! Yippee…
It's not nearly as insane a price as before, even with the wood that he'll be attaching the foam to and the can of Scotchgard®. Before checking out, though, he also grabs a padlock and latch. There's no set combination on it, so he'll be able to set it himself once he gets back. As the items are rung up, he feels a swell of sickness accost him. Fuck…It's not as much as before, but it's still quite a bit. This shit better work out. He'll have to work his ass off to make all this up and he can't be worrying about leaving Edd alone in that time.
When that's all taken care of, he loads his purchase into the van and takes off. He doesn't head straight home, though. Instead, he stops first at a fast food drive thru to pick up something to eat. This place serves breakfast before eleven a.m., and he's got just enough time. He snags some mini pancakes with a half a dozen packets of syrup, an order of hash brown patties, and a couple of those egg sandwiches.
Finally, it's back home to the trailer. Like yesterday, he backs up his van to the door to easier unload all of his purchases. He sets them just inside the door and leaves the food on the table in the kitchen before taking the van out again to leave it outside of the park. Once he returns, he takes the foam, boards, repellent, and nail gun to the bathroom. After passing by the sink to wash his hands quick, he takes the food to the bedroom.
Unlocking the door, he slips inside to find his little Princess sitting upright on the bed, his arms around his middle. He looks up at the man, his brow furrowed. Terry grins his way as he locks them in again.
"Hungry?" he asks knowingly.
Edd nods, sitting up a little more.
"M-May I puh…p-please have something to eat?"
Terry chortles, stepping towards him; "Well, when you ask me so sweetly, how could I possibly say no?"
Sitting on the bed, he sets the bags of food beside him and gestures Edd to come to him. Edd whimpers in response, curling in on himself.
"Come here, Princess," Terry commands a little more forcefully, "Come sit in my lap so I can feed you."
"P…Please…" Edd mumbles, "C-Can't I just…eat…?"
"No. Now, come here."
Sighing softly, Edd finally does as he's told, crawling over on the bed to settle uncomfortably in Terry's lap. The moment Terry's hands grace Edd's flesh, they latch on. He grabs Edd's chin and urges him to look at him. Edd squirms as the man leans in to kiss him again.
"W-Wait…" he begs, "I-I'm so hungry! P-Please allow me to eat first!"
"Oh, you'll get to eat," Terry chuckles, "But first I gotta feel those soft little lips against my own again."
And with that, he presses his lips to Edd's, earning a warbling groan in response as the boy writhes more and more against him. So soft…So perfect. Just moist enough. And they mesh so beautifully with his own. As much as he wants to, he doesn't linger. Just needed that little taste. He allows Edd to jerk away from him, but he refuses to let the boy leave his lap. Not yet.
"Alright, Princess," he scoffs, reaching for the bag, "Let's eat."
Edd sighs softly, his shoulders slumping a bit. His eyes slip closed as the scent of the food hits his nostrils and he licks his lips. Damn…Terry opens up the bag and Edd reaches towards it. The man's eyes narrow before he deftly smacks the boy's hand away. Hunching his shoulders, Edd holds his hand to his chest, his eyes wide as he turns to look at his captor. Terry wags his finger at him teasingly.
"Patience, Princess," he tuts.
With a pout, Edd bows his head, but he keeps his eyes locked on the bag. Terry then removes the food one by one. The small box of the mini pancakes and its included syrup packets, the hash brown patties in their paper wrappings, and the egg sandwiches in their own packages. Edd eyes them in intense desire, his brow furrowed as he raises a hand to bite his nail. He starts to reach for the goodies with his other hand, but a quick glance from Terry has him hesitating before pulling that hand back again. He's learning.
"What would you like to start with, Princess?"
Edd grimaces at the title, but points at the box of pancakes. Terry hums at that before grabbing the boy's hand. He places a kiss to his knuckles, making the boy cringe.
"Good choice, beautiful," he breathes, "Allow me."
Letting go of Edd's hand, he reaches for one of the maple syrup packets and peels away the protective foil seal. Edd's eyes shift from the cakes to the syrup, licking his lips as his little stomach growls in demand. Terry shoots him a leering grin.
"It does look yummy, doesn't it…?" he purrs, setting the packet on the paper bag, "How about a taste first?"
He dips his finger into the syrup, giving it a nice coating. Turning his attention back to Edd, he holds that finger to the boy's lips.
"Go on, sweetheart, lick it all up and then you can dig in."
Edd shudders, pushing his hand away; "A-Absolutely not! That's unsanitary!"
"If you want those pancakes, you'll do it," Terry threatens.
"Fine," Edd grumbles, "Then I won't have those."
Terry grimaces at him, but decides to just go ahead and let that slide. Licking his finger clean, he sets the pancakes and syrup aside on the bedside table. Might come back to those.
"Alright, so what else?" he asks, his tone a bit more sharp.
Hunching his shoulders, Edd reaches for the hash browns. Of course, before he can grab one, Terry lifts them up and away.
"Nope."
"What?" Edd guffaws, "But…"
"Not till you do a lil somethin' for me first," Terry explains with a smirk, "You wouldn't play along with the pancakes, but I'm not gonna put up with that shit for long."
Edd bows his head, biting his lip; "I-I'm just so hungry…C-Can't all that wait until…after?"
"No," Terry retorts, "I told you; you wanna eat? You do what I say."
Slouching in defeat, Edd averts his gaze, but says nothing more in protest. Terry thinks carefully about his next move. He'd hoped that starting small would get him the results he wanted, but perhaps going bigger would prove more fruitful — maybe make him more willing to oblige the smaller commands.
"Alright, Princess," Terry begins, rubbing Edd's hip with one hand, "If you want a bite of these, then you're gonna put on a little show for me. I wanna watch you masturbate."
Edd's face goes beet red and he reaches instinctively for the hat that isn't there. Instead, he pulls the shirt up slightly to cover his burning face.
"Th-That's abhorrent!" he cries, shaking his head, "I refuse!"
"What did I just say?" Terry sneers, "If you wanna eat, you're gonna do what I tell you."
"I can't!" Edd insists, "Anything but that!"
"Fine," Terry shrugs, setting the hash browns aside. Before grabbing the eggs, he unzips his pants and frees his stiffening cock. "Then how 'bout you suck me off for some eggs?"
If he weren't holding onto Edd at the moment, the boy might've sprung from his lap. Edd squirms in his grip, though, trying to avoid any contact at all with the man's genitals.
"Stop it!" he pleads with a sob, "I'll do none of those depraved actions. Just…please! Let me eat!"
"So you won't do any of the things I've asked?" Terry asks, cocking his brow, "Not even if I offer to have you lick off the syrup again. That's not as bad, right?"
"Of course it's just as bad!" Edd snaps, glaring up at him, "I refuse it all!"
The patient look Terry's been struggling to maintain falls in an instant as he glares at the boy, who starts quivering, his eyes growing wide. Gritting his teeth, he grabs the collar of the jersey he'd given Edd before ripping it off the boy's shivering torso. Edd tries desperately to cover himself, but is denied the opportunity as Terry grabs his wrists and chains them up again.
"No! No!" Edd sobs, kicking and thrashing, his voice cracking and painfully hoarse, "Please! I'm so hungry!"
"Too fuckin' bad!" Terry retorts with a snarl, "Maybe you shoulda thought about that before you told me 'no'!"
"You're deplorable!" Edd screams, writhing more fervently and pulling with all his might against the chains. "I don't know why you're doing this to me, but I don't care anymore! I detest you! I want to go home!"
Edd continues his verbal tirade, thrashing like mad in his pitiful attempts to escape his bindings, but Terry hears none of it. The words that got through are making his blood boil and his vision tunnel. Deplorable? Detest? Those are angry, hateful words — isn't 'hate' a definition of the latter? After all he's done…After all that time and energy he's put into finally bringing his little darling home. This is the thanks he gets? This is the thanks he gets for finally bringing them together after all this time? He can hear his own teeth grinding as he glares down at the boy.
Fine. Seems like being nice and gentle is getting him nowhere. Little Edd needs to be reminded of who's in charge. His eyes look manic as he lashes out, backhanding the child with one, sharp smack! Edd's startled, but he desperately tries to keep fighting. So Terry hits him again. When he refuses to submit, he hits him again. And again. And again. When Edd lies still, sobbing pathetically, Terry finally relinquishes his assault. He mumbles under his breath and through his sobs. Horrible, ugly things like how much he hates Terry and how he wants to go home. With a growl, Terry grabs the ball gag.
"I ain't listenin' to another one of those filthy lies!" he roars, roughly shoving the gag into the boy's mouth. He secures it tightly around Edd's head, eliminating the possibility that the boy might manage to spit it back out. "The only words I wanna hear outta you is an apology! Till you're ready to give me one, you ain't gonna talk ever again!"
With that, he straightens up, but he doesn't leave Edd's side. Instead, he straddles the boy's chest while stroking his cock. He's still hard from before and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let this little bitch leave me with fuckin' blue balls…Edd shakes his head, begging him with his eyes.
"Oh, don't you worry, Princess," Terry spits, "I ain't gonna fuck you again. Not right now. You don't fuckin' deserve it."
Instead, he strokes himself, gazing down at the boy in desire. As upset as he is, as deep as those words cut him, he can't deny how fuckin' beautiful his little Princess looks like this. All tied up like a present, quivering and gagged. Fuckin' perfection…He leans over him, stroking his cock faster. He grazes the boy's naval with the head of his penis, spreading pre-cum in a trail from his belly button up. He hears Edd whine and feels him writhe beneath him. It's working…He regrets gagging him for a moment. Damn if he doesn't want to kiss those pretty, pink lips. Damn if he doesn't want those lips around his cock. But with how rebellious Edd's been acting, he must admit this is the better alternative. It's of no consequence, anyway, he's almost there. Just looking at this gorgeous little prize before him, sobbing and screaming in his bindings, is more effective than any other stimulation he could acquire.
When he orgasms, he makes sure to do so over the boy's exposed torso. His cum hits Edd's stomach, leaving little splattered pearls near his belly button. Edd gags and screams, but his squirming lessens. As the tingling in Terry's extremities begins to fade, he notices this, assuming that he's trying not to move or spread the liquid around. With a smirk, he does it for him, rubbing the head of his cock over the heaving flesh and wiping away the remnants of his climax. Edd shrieks behind the gag, whipping his head back and forth in outcry. It sends a guttural laugh through the man. Yup. Seems like the perfect punishment.
Leaning over Edd, he grabs his jaw and forces the boy to hold still.
"Once you apologize," he begins carefully, "I'll let you wash up. And maybe I'll give you somethin' to eat."
With that, he adjusts himself, slipping his softening cock back into his pants and zipping them back up. Moving away from the bed, he grabs the food and packs everything back into the bag. To further Edd's torment, though, he takes the open packet of syrup and pours its contents onto the small chest. The horrified whine he receives makes him cackle in delight. After shooting the boy one more cold, sadistic grin, he takes the food away, leaving Edd with the tantalizing scent of the syrup as he exits the room again and locks him in.
