After polishing off the fast food breakfast, it's straight to the bathroom. For the rest of the day, Terry works tirelessly on installing the soundproofing panels. With each nail that he drives into the walls, he releases a little more of the rage that had built up this morning. Hate? His little Princess hates him? Gritting his teeth against those ugly words, he brings the hammer down violently on another nail. All that time, goddammit…All that time he'd wasted dreaming of finally getting his hands on his little prize. All those heavenly fantasies that plagued his mind. All a waste. He drives another nail into the wall in one stroke.

It hurt. Fuck, it hurt him like nothing else before. This isn't how this was supposed to play out. He was supposed to rescue his little darling from his neglectful, abusive home and Edd was to give him his little heart in gratitude so that they may live happily ever after. That's how it worked. Rescue the damsel, the damsel falls in love: happily ever after. Edd should've been eternally grateful to him — throwing himself at him to express his gratitude for saving him from his sad, lonely little life.

But no. Instead, he'd been stubborn. Eddy never gave such an impression of Edd in his letters. If he was ever stubborn, it was to excel in his studies. Not to defy authority. And yet, here Terry finds himself with a stubborn, defiant little brat who refuses to do even the most innocent of his demands. Another nail is pounded into the panel. It takes two strokes this time.

It's frustrating, to be sure. There are ways to fix this behavior — to make Edd do what he wants and do so willingly — but it'll take time. Time he may or may not have. Or, more accurately, time he may or may not be interested in putting towards this little project. He pauses in his hammering to think. There's a library pretty close in town. He could probably pick up a book on training pets or something. It'd be a similar process that he needs, after all. Yeah…that might work.

Finally, the walls are done. He then moves on to the ceiling. This goes a little faster, thank god. The nail gun is a real help. If he weren't so desperate to physically strike something, he might've used it for the walls too. Oh well…When he's done, he cleans up the tools and leaves them in the hall. Before returning to the bathroom, he grabs his stereo and sets it on the closed toilet seat. He turns it on and tunes it to a channel that plays exclusively loud, screaming music. He then turns it up as loud as it can go before exiting the bathroom and shutting it up. The screaming music is muffled significantly. Hell, if he weren't listening for it, he may not have noticed it.

Humming thoughtfully, he slips out of the trailer, leaving the 'music' on. The park is abuzz with the sounds of patrons excitedly running around and enjoying the rides. He certainly can't hear the stereo out here. He walks around to the part of the trailer where the bathroom would be on the other side and listens closely. Now he can hear the music, though it's still very faint. He never put any rugs down. If anything, that might be a factor that is allowing the sound to slip out. When he heads to the library, he'll stop at one of those home decorating shops and pick some up.

With this mission in mind, he reenters the trailer to turn the music off. He takes a glances at the bedroom. He wants to go back in. See if Edd's ready to apologize. But no. He has to let him stew for a little while longer. Maybe after he gets back from this last little errand. Grabbing his keys, he leaves the trailer again and locks up. This won't take long.

He hits up the library first. Their hours are a little more restricted and he doesn't feel like rushing right now. The staff is very helpful. The excuse he offers is that he's got a new dog who needs to be trained, which provides him with a plethora of available books on how to properly train a disobedient pet. He decides to get a couple of the more promising ones. He has to sign up for a bullshit library card, he's reluctant to admit, but it's a necessary evil.

With the books in hand, he takes off to the local carpet store. The staff is much less helpful here. They're groggy and unpleasant and their tempers are short. Fuck, if he weren't so damn busy he might offer to buy one of 'em a drink. They're fuckin' hilarious. He manages to find a nice, fluffy rug that should be resistant to water damage and should absorb plenty of sound. He gets a couple of those. One long one to put along the floor between the tub and the sink, and one to put in front of and around the toilet. Thank fuck, they're not too expensive. That's another thing, goddammit. He's spent so much fucking money on this kid for Edd to be so stubborn with him! This shit better fuckin' work…

Back to the park, he doesn't bother stopping the van at his trailer first. His purchases and books aren't nearly as cumbersome to haul to the trailer. But maybe he should have…

"Hey, asshole!"

Fucking dammit. He knows that voice — that was directed at him, wasn't it? He stops and turns to the source of the yell to find one of his coworkers approaching him. Of course; Dave would be the one to spot him first. Fucker tries to do even less than he does on a day-to-day basis.

"Where ya been, man?" he asks, walking up to Terry with one hand in the pocket of his grungy jeans and while the other holds a cigarette, "Thought maybe you died."

"No such luck," Terry grumbles back, "Had to head back home for a bit."

"Ah, Mike know yer back?"

"No, and I wanna keep it that way," Terry shifts the items in his hands, "I still got shit to do and I ain't back on the schedule till Sunday."

"Alright, alright," Dave laughs, throwing his hands up defensively, "The fuck you doing, anyway? Redecorating?"

"Somethin' like that…"

"Why bother?" Dave scoffs, "I seen that shithole you squat in. What the fuck you doin' tryin' to make that place livable? Just get a new trailer or somethin'."

"Alright, first of all; fuck you," Terry sneers, flipping him the bird, "Second; fuck off. I told you, I got shit to do."

"Fine," Dave backs up a bit before turning to walk away as Terry heads back to his trailer, "See ya Sunday, I guess…"

Rolling his eyes, Terry chooses not to answer that. He'll deal with that annoying prick on his next shift. Instead, he focuses on returning to the trailer. Leaving the books on the table, he takes the rugs to the bathroom. After setting them out, he does his sound test, cranking the volume on the stereo to 11 and closing the room up behind him as he leaves. This time, the sound is muffled even more. In here, he can't hear much of the music at all. He heads outside to be sure. Still nothing. Over at the wall where the bathroom is on the other side. Still muffled, but much more significantly than before. Good enough.

Heading back inside, he shuts off the stereo again and grabs the padlock and latch. He then spends the next few minutes installing it on outside of the bathroom door. When the latch is secured, he sets up the combination. He thinks for a moment about what it should be. Something meaningful. He settles finally on the numbers and carefully inputs them. 5 right, 14 left, 20 right. He smirks, pleased with this, and tests the combination to make sure it works. The lock clicks open again, signifying that he'd successfully set the combination.

Hanging the lock on the latch, he decides it's about time to finally check back in with Edd. It's been hours since he left the little Princess all alone and messy. It must be driving him crazy. Unlocking the door, he slips inside. Right where he left him. Edd's motionless on the bed, though his little chest is heaving with labored breathing. The sheets are wet beneath his head, indicating that he's been crying a helluva lot. When Terry shuts the door behind him, Edd lifts his head slightly to look at him. He cringes a bit and lies his head back again. His little legs pull together in a feeble attempt to cover his genitals. You'd think he'd learn by now that that don't work…

He approaches the bed and sets his keys down on the bedside table. As he does, he can feel those pretty eyes on him, begging. Little whimpers are muffled by the ball gag. Damn, that must be painful by now…Finally, he turns to Edd. The sight, he must admit, is damn pretty. Those eyes he loved so damn much are red and puffy from all his crying and his nose has been running. The syrup has clearly been drying, but is shimmering and a quick dab of his finger proves it to still be sticky on his chest and stomach. Terry licks his lips as he notices that the semen has dried as well. That must be hella uncomfortable…Leaning over Edd, he gets as close as he can.

"You want a bath, beautiful?" he purrs, grinning wickedly.

Edd nods desperately, pulling on his chains as he tries to sit up. Terry chuckles and stands straight again to remove the bindings. When his wrists are free, Edd rubs his sore shoulders and reaches for the straps of the ball gag. Grimacing, Terry smacks his hands away.

"Not yet." Staring up at the man in disbelief, Edd's shoulders fall. "I'll take it off, Princess. Just not yet. Now c'mon."

Bowing his head, Edd sits up, allowing Terry to help him to his feet. His stomach gives a loud, angry growl and he slaps his arm around his tiny waist. His body crumples in on itself and more tears fall down his cheeks. As he watches Edd double over in pain, Terry feels a small pang of regret. He'll have to give him something to eat. Not much, of course — Edd still needs to be punished for denying him — but if he's in that much pain from hunger, he may not be able to do all the shit Terry wants him to. Can't have that. Grabbing Edd's chin, he forces the boy to look up at him

"Do what I say," he commands, "and be nice and quiet in the bathroom, and I'll let you eat."

Edd's eyes go wide and he nods furiously. Satisfied, Terry escorts him from the bedroom and to the bathroom, grabbing his robe as they walk out. As they near the bathroom, Edd looks surprised by the lock, but Terry chooses not to explain it right now. That confusion grows as they enter the bathroom. Edd stares in awe at the foam, distracted for a moment. He seems to like the fluffy rug beneath his feet, though. Once Terry closes the door behind him and locks it, he finally removes the gag. Edd cradles his jaw, sighing in relief. Terry regards him with disgust as he throws the gag into the sink.

"You got somethin' you wanna say, Princess?" Terry snarls.

Edd turns to him, his brow furrowed.

"I…I'm s-s-sorry…" he murmurs, his voice hoarse and nearly inaudible.

"Sorry for what?"

Edd flinches; "I-I…u-uhh…" He bites his lip, his eyes searching the floor for an answer.

Terry grits his teeth; "For all those lies you threw at me earlier? For not doing what I told you?"

Glancing up at him, wide-eyed, Edd still looks uncertain, but he finally nods; "Y…Y-Yes…I-I'm…s…s-sorry for…f-for what I said and…a-a-and for not d-doing what you asked…"

"You gonna start doin' what I want now?" Terry asks, the threat evident in his voice, "Or are you gonna keep fuckin' denying me?"

Edd bows his head ashamedly; "N…No…I-I'll do what you ask…"

"Good," he looks the boy up and down with a grimace, "Wipe your face."

Nodding timidly, Edd turns away to take some of the toilet paper so he can clean the mucus and tears that had gathered on his cheeks and under his nose. Terry moves to the tub and twists the taps to make the water flow. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Edd shivering, though his gaze suggests that he's just excited for the bath. Terry stands straight again and slips off his plaid shirt. Edd tenses up.

"Wh…What are you…?"

"With how disobedient you been actin'," Terry explains as he removes his jersey, "I'm gonna have to keep a close eye on you in the shower."

"Y…You don't h-have to…"

Terry turns his head to glare at the boy; "Don't have to what?"

Another frightened flinch; "N-Nothing…"

"Good."

He sees Edd bow his head again, wringing his hands together. He hasn't tried screaming yet. Hard to tell why. He was looking at the foam earlier. Must've recognized it from the bedroom. Does he know that it cancels out his screaming? Does he know that no one can hear him in here? Oh well. Doesn't matter. He's being quiet. As Terry removes his pants, Edd backs up into a corner, quivering. Once the last of his clothing is discarded and the water is to his liking, Terry motions for Edd.

"Get over here," he orders sharply.

Edd takes a deep, shaking breath before following the command. Terry grabs his arm and ushers him into the tub. When he steps in with the boy, he switches the running water from the faucet to the shower head. Edd shivers a bit as the water hits his back. A little cold, Terry notes as he leans over to adjust the temperature. He notices Edd picking up the bar of soap. Cocking his brow, Terry grabs the boy's wrist and takes the soap from him.

"You let me do that," he commands softly, grazing Edd's chin with his thumb.

Edd winces a little in response, but nods. Keeping one hand around Edd's wrist, Terry starts scrubbing away the mess on Edd's chest. His fingertips brush against the soft, slick flesh. Edd squirms a little, clearly still uncomfortable being touched. Terry's eyes travel over the slender form before him. Over the steep hills of his shoulders to the gentle slopes near his waist. All smooth as silk, with only a handful of bruises blemishing that lovely skin. Even after finally scrubbing away all of the dried fluids, Terry continues moving the soap over the small chest. His eyelids droop as he feels his cock stiffening.

Good a time as any to enjoy his fantasy for real…

Setting the soap aside, he pulls Edd closer to him, cupping his jaw in his soapy hand. Eyes wide, Edd slaps his hands onto the man's chest and wrist, reflexively trying to keep him at bay.

"Open your mouth," Terry orders.

Tears gather in the corners of Edd's eyes as he shakes his head fearfully.

"N-No…" he weeps, "P-Please…Not h-here…"

Terry's tone gets more stern; "Open your mouth."

Cringing, Edd gulps before slowly opening his mouth, per request. Licking his lips, Terry leans down to slip his tongue past Edd's lips, teasing the gums within the gap in the boy's teeth. So good…Steam envelops his body as the water splashes against his face and the top of his head. Edd's mouth tastes of morning, with a slight undertone of peanut butter, but not much else. He hasn't eaten much of anything past that sandwich in roughly twenty-four hours, after all. Still, it's heavenly. Because it's Edd. It's Edd being obedient to him. No longer fighting back or pulling away. He's doing what he wants. Just how it should be.

But of course…that's really not enough, now is it? Releasing the boy's arm, he slides his hands down his hips, pulling Edd's body closer to him. Edd struggles a little against that as Terry's erection presses painfully against his middle. Terry's eyes open slowly as he pulls away from the kiss to whisper into Edd's ear.

"Put your little arms around me, sweetheart," he hisses, nipping at the earlobe, "And hold on tight."

Edd looks uncertain, gazing up at him uneasily. His hands shake as he raises them slowly. Finally, he locks them around Terry's broad shoulders and thick neck, looking ashamed. With a grin, Terry rewards him with a kiss to the cheek.

"Good boy."

He hooks his hands under Edd's thighs and manages to hoist him up. Edd's grip suddenly tightens in response as Terry turns them to press Edd's back against the wall behind them. He feels Edd shiver in his grasp as Terry peppers tender kisses to the slender neck. That gets a very different response. Edd's nails dig into Terry's neck and shoulders, making the man grunt a bit. He shoots Edd a glare.

"Careful with those claws, kitten," he growls, adjusting Edd's legs around his waist, "And hold still."

"P-Please…" Edd mumbles, giving him that precious puppy-dog look, "N-Not again…I-I can't…I can't take it…"

"That's a shame," Terry coos, "Cuz I ain't givin' you a fuckin choice."

Whimpering, Edd bows his head, burying his face in the man's neck. Terry goes back to work on Edd's neck and shoulders, nipping and sucking purplish-red blemishes into his skin. The bite he gave him has become an angry bruise, which he teases with his tongue. It draws the sweetest little noises from his captive. A wicked grin tugs at his lips as he feels Edd's little cock stiffening between them. Now that's a good response…Fuck! Moaning softly into Edd's neck, he reaches for the bottle of lube. Gotta take advantage of this arousal. When his fingers meet air, though, he's reminded that he didn't actually grab the bottle before bringing Edd to the bathroom.

"Fuck!" he hisses.

There's no way on God's green earth he can fuck this kid without real lubricant — the shampoo or other liquids around the tub ain't gonna cut it. Physically, it's just not possible. Looks like little Edd gets his wish. Although…His fantasy flickers back into his mind, drawing that grin back to his face as he turns to Edd.

"Okay, sweetheart," he breathes, kissing his cheek, "I won't fuck you again. Not yet. Not here."

Edd heaves a heavy sigh of relief, his body going lax. See how long that lasts…

"But," Yup! There's the cringe. "You are gonna do somethin' special for me."

Those pretty green eyes gaze up at him in fear; "Wh…What is it…?"

Carefully, Terry eases Edd back down to his feet.

"Get on your knees," he orders.

Edd's startled, but seems to come to the conclusion that there's nothing wrong with this request yet and slowly kneels down. He sits back on his legs, trying to get more comfortable. That won't last long either. His face burns a deep red as Terry reaches down to stroke his cock.

"Open wide, Princess," he purrs, "You're gonna suck me off."

As expected, Edd buries his face in his hands, squealing in a mix of horror and disgust.

"N-No!" he sobs, "P-Please!"

"It aint gonna suck itself, sweetheart," Terry shrugs, "Now I suggest you get to it. Open your mouth."

Edd shakes his head, crying softly. Gritting his teeth, Terry grabs the top of Edd's head, digging his fingers into the sopping, wet hair. He yanks Edd's head back and forces the boy to look at him again.

"I said open your mouth!" he snarls.

"Please no!" Edd begs, his body shaking with his sobs, "D-Don't make me d-d-do that!"

With a soft growl through his clenched teeth, Terry pulls Edd's face towards his pelvis. Edd shrieks, pushing against the man's thighs and flinching as the hot, sheer skin of Terry's cock touches his face.

"Do you wanna eat?!"

That gets the kid to hold still. Edd turns his head to gaze up at him, mortified.

"You don't suck me off," Terry grumbles, "you don't eat."

Edd's lip quivers as he bows his head again. With a disgusted cringe, he slowly opens his mouth.

"Wider."

That's met with another strangled sob before Edd obeys, his eyes shut tight as he opens his mouth as wide as he can. Terry's breathing becomes slightly ragged as he carefully slips his cock past Edd's lips. The boy wretches as the rigid flesh makes contact with his tongue, so Terry pulls Edd forward to prevent him from jerking away. Edd gags, pushing against Terry's legs in protest. But those little hands don't resonate in the slightest as Terry's eyes flutter closed in pleasure. Ffffffuuuuuck! This is better than he ever imagined…He groans, trying his damnedest not to thrust into that perfect, wet heat. His hand slips from gripping Edd's hair to lazily pressing against the back of his head. Edd's tongue pushes absentmindedly against his shaft, and the boy gags again and again.

With long moans, he begins slowly rocking his hips back and forth. As Terry forces his eyes open, he notices that Edd's body has started jerking in revulsion as he tries even harder to push Terry away. Rolling his eyes, he shoots the boy a glare.

"Breathe through your nose," he scoffs.

In response to that, he can feel the puffs of air come out of Edd's nostrils, but it doesn't stop him from trying to pull away.

"You want this to stop?" Terry asked, cocking his brow.

Edd nods, giving a few affirmative grunts as well.

"Well," Terry laughs a little, "the faster you get me off, the faster this stops."

Not the answer he was looking for it seems. Edd's shoulders fall and his eyes reflect his distaste with the situation. Too bad…

"Now, use your tongue, Princess," Terry breathes, his hips rocking lethargically back and forth.

Clearly desperate, Edd does his best to comply. His face is wet from the shower, but Terry can still see the tears slipping past the corners of his eyes. Damn is that sexy. His eyes drift down to Edd's neglected cock, finding him to be flaccid again. He smirks, licking his lips.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he purrs, pulling Edd's attention back to him, "Don't let me have all the fun. Why don't you do yourself a favor and get yourself off too?"

If Edd's face weren't already a bright red, he's sure that would've got him blushing. He shuts his eyes, choosing not to respond to that. Terry grits his teeth.

"Do it," he orders sharply, "I wanna see you do it."

Edd responds with more sobbing, but shakily follows the command. His hand clumsily fumbles with his cock, showing his inexperience as he tries to replicate what Terry had done to him before. He doesn't open his eyes again — too embarrassed, it seems. Too bad. The sight is fuckin' perfect. His little Princess on his knees. One hand resting on his captor's thigh to steady himself and the other around his dick while his mouth is filled with Terry's much larger cock. The sight alone makes the man weak in the knees.

The water pounding against the numbed flesh of his back is growing cold as Terry nears his release. He can't say much for Edd's progress, but his own finish line is in sight. With that in mind, he puts both hands on the back of Edd's head. The rocking of his hips gets faster and harder, making the boy gag in surprise. He glares down at the boy.

"You better swallow, Princess," he warns, "If you don't, you get nothin' to eat."

Edd whimpers, but gives a reluctant, but still affirmative grunt. Terry's eyes close again as he allows his orgasm to take him. He moans his favorite pet name for Edd, but refuses to use his real name. That was rule number one in those books he borrowed: use the name you want them to answer to. It was one of the few things he'd read before making the decision to borrow them. Edd would answer to him as his Princess. Nothing more.

He hears Edd grunt and groan in disgust as the semen sprays upon his tongue and near his throat, and he wretches. However, in spite of his repulsion, he manages to swallow the substance. As Terry watches him, though, the man wonders if he'd be so willing to comply to such a request after he's fed.

As Terry comes down from his high, he carefully removes his cock from Edd's mouth. Edd heaves in his disgust and tries to prevent himself from vomiting by covering his mouth. He curls forward, pressing his forehead to the water-laden floor of the tub. Terry watches him carefully as he sobs. Glancing back at the taps, he turns the water off and then turns back to Edd.

"So," he begins with a purr, "What do you wanna eat, Princess?"