Title: requests and results.

Summary: few words to say…. Storm came, Tristan tries to plan an escape, aaaaaand then everything goes to hell—I mean bath… heh

Warning: if you are actually reading this shit (thank you thank you thank you!) then you pretty much know everything that is supposed to happen, then again Tristan docent own any clothes so there is a lot of nudity… yeah…

Authors note: I just want to thank you for actually putting up with this shit… and if you are feeling like it then put a revive up there if you are in a generous mood*wink wink*

'No matter how many questions I ask, I will never have an answer.'

Tristan sat in the wide open windowsill from his master's quarters. The water glistened no more; the moon was completely covered by the clouds. There was ill weather coming to this part of the grand line. But that was no surprise… not here.

'Just like my mind will never be silenced.'

He felt cold. The wind was cold, it felt nice… it let him know he actually felt something still. Sometimes droplets of rain would hit his toes. Heavy rain from the sky directly. It was so peculiar.

'Might I never die?"

"Boy…" his master called from his bed. "Get away from the damn window, its freezing in here."

"Sorry…" he said and stood up; closing the window he walked into a corner and sat down there.

"What the hell? You wanna be alone and freeze to death?"

"Heh… trust me you'd be doing me a favor" Tristan mumbled and smirked slightly. Doflamingo laughed. He was in a cheery mood today, nothing stopping him from permanently destroying Tristan's mind forever. He had blown off everything he had to do for today with the excuse that the weather was to bad for it. A valid excuse when on the grand line. But the storm had not arrived yet and it looked like it would only arrive in the night. Tristan felt, for the first time since he got here, exited.

"Why don't you come over here, ill warm you up." Doflamingo ripped him out of his daze of excitement; he looked forward to the storm for some reason.

"Thank you," he said soundlessly. Not moving an inch.

Doflamingo laughed. "You were so docile last night. Riding me all pretty, what on earth possessed you to something like that?" laughing he walked over to his pet and patted it on the head. Tristan found it amusing how ignorant he was, if he had known just what possessed him to do something like that he would most likely get rid of him. In the cruelest most sinister way possible…

"Madness…" Tristan whispered, he stretched up to meet with his master, "I would say that permission to speak to you has given my mental relief but I would be lying…" said Tristan, voice dripping in sarcasm.

"You ought to know not to lie to your master…" Doflamingo was not realy sure if he understood what the boy just said, but paid it no mind and hooked a finger under the boys chin lifting him up to slide his tongue up and down the boys neck.

"Why do you think it's so fun to touch me like this…?" Tristan asked out of curiosity. Doflamingo smiled big.

"I just do." He said firmly. Deciding that this was the end of the conversation. Tristan sighed. Feeling the edge of his annoyance come to him, no he didn't really fear the captain that much now, he knew everything cruel and sinister that the captain had ever done to him and he would do it countless of times again; just for the sake of humoring himself, might as well get it over with sooner than later.

"You allowed me to speak to you and every one ells. But I have no one. You say that you will grant me the freedom I desire but still I have no freedom…" Tristan paused when the smile disappeared of his master's face. He knew he was pushing it. "I am not stupid master; you don't think that I might know how many times you have done this with someone before me. I cannot tell you how much I fear the way that you get rid of your pets, and for the record I cannot even begin to describe to you how long it has been to me since I have felt the feeling of wind in my hair.." he paused for a split second, making eye contact biting his lip. He just had to get this out. "If you really want me to stay together and do as you say then please, please—"

"Tristan." His master hushed him suddenly. His voice was calm, firm and demanding. He smiled darkly and took his hand. Confusion shined from Tristan's eyes when his master lifted him up of the ground and walked outside.

Buried in pink feathers he was carried out of the master chamber and up out of the ship

"What are you doing?" Tristan dared to ask. His heart was beating out of his chest, and it almost hurt. There were so many sinister things that he could do outside. And so the more things that Tristan could think of the more scared he got. Never should've opened his mouth. He should just have obeyed him quietly and there never would be a problem!

When his master was at the last door that led outside, Tristan could hear the heavy rain drops on the wood outside. He felt his skin crawling to feel the rain on him, he wanted so much to just go out and let the rain wash away his filth…

Somehow and for some reason then he felt his master press him harder up against his chest and put him under him into his coat, he opened the door and took his pet out… into the fresh air.

Rain drops fell heavy onto to the deck; he heard it on the sails and in the ocean, the sound of everything falling so soundly and giving a melody of freedom occasional sounding of whistling wind in the sails and ropes were even more so… like everything that he could want, was in the damp air and the soft wind that blew with the drops.

"Oh god…" Tristan moaned out, his eyes closed as if to let it sink in.

"Do you like it?" his master purred up against his ear.

"Yes…"

Doflamingo smirked and let the boy sink down so Tristan's feet touched the cold wet wood. Letting his pet shiver and writhe in his masters arms.

After this then Tristan's knees gave in and he crumbled to the ground, feeling the rain wash his sins away. It felt so good. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, drops dripping all over his face and mixing with the tears that fell down his face.

Behind him then Doflamingo was smiling like he always did, this was the moment for change. He knew that the boy was not strong, and was in no danger to cause trouble. But he was too weak to be of any use besides for the pleasure that Doflamingo got out of him already. Not that he didn't enjoy it. He would have the boy all to himself and he was going to make the boy be at it willingly, was his goal for a long time now… but first things first; he had to make him a bit stronger.

As Doflamingo stared at the boys back, only then did he see just how delicate it was. Not as much now since there were red marks from their last time in the sack. Almost a welt. He made a mental note to himself: no more whips.

Doflamingo motioned for a random sailor to come to him, he didn't care to know his name or nothing he said about the upcoming storm.

"Go fetch the doctor." He ordered harshly. Tristan didn't notice but the sailor scrambled away in fear.

"Aren't you cold?"

"Not at all."

It stopped at that. Even though the boy was sitting naked on the cold wet deck shivering with Goosebumps. He was completely wet all over and his long hair seemed a bit frizzy…

When the doctor arrived then Doflamingo had him check him with any types of infection. Tristan hadn't had anyone touch him, the doctor wasn't soft handed or careful in anyway but Tristan didn't care, he didn't even move. Supposed that the touch was more delicate then his master had ever been.

Doflamingo felt a bit of a knot in his chest when the doctor dug a needle into the boys arm and he didn't even budge. Not even a little flinch. Nothing compared to the crop lashes he got every other time. The knot didn't unwind when the doctor told him that the boy had infections in some deeper cuts on his back and he had to be in a better place to check for any other diseases. That he should leave inside and be dry and warm. Then the doctor left inside with everyone ells. They were trying everything down before the storm.

"Why did you do that?" Tristan asked and looked up at his master. Eyes wide and wet like a puppy.

"I think it's time for your check up."

"Yes but why?" he insisted.

"Doesn't matter." And that was the end of the talk. Tristan got the long last shower of rain to soak him to the bone. Then he was picked up bride-style and carried back inside. When back inside the master chamber then they felt the harsh blow of a northern wind hit them right on, swinging the ship to side. Doflamingo cursed and dropped the boy on the floor. He stumbled to keep his feet before falling on his side.

"Stay in here!" Doflamingo ordered and stomped back outside. Tristan could hear him shout out orders and sailors sunning about. Only then did he realize that he was freezing. He didn't care for the commotion up top, he didn't have saltwater in his veins and the sailors legs and all the other shit he heard the other sailors talked about all their livelong day of bragging.

Although he was freezing then he didn't want to move, somehow then the bravery of actually talking had run out and he didn't want to move anymore. "This was stupid…"

He moved over to the window. Looking out to the ocean that was getting wild. Smiling slightly and sitting down in front of it he felt the happiness of change wash over him. It was so soothing the wind howling up above him. Along with the screams of the pirates sailing out of the storm.

Tristan was trembling so hard that he was up to the point that he could cut of a finger and he woulint feel a thing. He felt the need for warmth of someone ells' body over him. this was so bad, but after being pressed up against his master In the rain that it was just so fucking cozy… no question asked and no emotional attachment… that's the way that his master did it. And it was also the reason why it was bad; he would not have his master's taste rub off on him. That would be utterly horrible…

Eventually then the cold became unbearable. And instead of lying down and dyeing slowly on the ground then he got up and stumbled to the bed.

Suddenly the wind kicked the ship and nearly sent Tristan flying into the wall. But stopping and sliding on the wood. Ignoring his master's bad taste in furniture was becoming hard considering that they were all coming after him now… he ran for the bed but his master's desk came after him and almost knocked him over. He was having the hardest time holding balance in the wind. He found that his master had very good timing, going out when the weather was only on that calm.

Eventually he was safe and sound in Doflamingo's bed. He was wrapped in his masters bedding as he often was except this time he wasn't trapped below his masters massif size and length… quickly then Tristan dove under the covers. Snuggling close to the sweat coated sheets. The day before had been very tiring, the smell of sex lingered on them. That was… well he couldn't say anything about it

On some level then he found himself sighing; hoping to feel some warmth from his master. He didn't really notice it until he was halfway into sleep when a wave knocked him out of the bed. He hit the hard wood and immediately felt freezing. He hurried back up under the covers. Snuggling down on the sheets above the fast rocking ocean.

It was more peaceful then he thought. Occasionally then he would glance out the window and be fascinated about the ocean going wild. The waves crashing on each other as if they were fighting in complete and utter madness, it was truly beautiful to his eyes.

There was no light in the room anymore, it had all gone out and left him alone in the dark. It was okay, since he could just hide from his monsters under the bed covers. Like a child would do to escape from the dark.

He didn't know how long he just hid there under the covers before someone patted him roughly on the shoulder. He didn't even know if he was asleep or not for it was so incredibly unreal.

He assumed it was defiantly his master coming to get him. There was a small crash as a tacky lamp fell over and a curse word flew up. Now then a hand was placed on his back and another one under him. He was lifted up bride stile and held close to someone. As much as he loved to think it, there was a very slim chance that this was his master, he could not hold carefully and there was no way that Tristan himself could feel this way in his arms.

There was a slight chance he dozed off for a short moment because he was brought back to conciseness with his master's voice in his ear. "Tristan wake up"

"Mmmh?" he answered, suddenly all too comfortable to even look up. He would want to savor this moment.

"I'll be leaving you for a while, make sure to be ready for when I come back."

"Okay…" he murmured up against his master's neck. Savoring the smell of his musky cologne. Oh god this smell was somehow so intoxicating…

Then it was all dark dreamless sleep, but the smell remained…

When he awoke it didn't feel like he had slept one little bit, he lay in bed with his eyes closed. The rocking of the waives had stopped and everything was calm, he could feel clean warmth under him and the bed sheets were softer than usual. Slowly he opened his eyes.

A nightstand with a tasteful vase of flowers sat there, along with a pen a paper with something written on it. This wasn't where he had fallen asleep was it? He glanced farther and found that he was in a room. A large room with screaming colors of green and light blue. It was all very tasteful and nice to him, compared to the mess that was Doflamingo's master chamber and sex fantasy room put together. Further away there was an old looking closet and three doors; one of which had to be the way out. He sat up and stretched, almost leaping out of bed in joy when he saw the window.

There was a large open window of opportunity over the bed which was open to about a third.

And that was the only way to go.

"Master?" he called out, he remembered somewhere that his master had left and would comeback, so he had to be gone by that time. Better be careful that he was not anywhere near him for this to happen.

"Haha… you are such a naughty little thing." There was an answer and his master opened the door, Tristan could feel the despair run back threw his veins as he spotted his master. Everything was ruined once again. The door he came threw was the exit, Tristan could see the corridor and stair case behind him.

"Wh-what?

"You slept for all this time little one, you should've woken up and gotten ready for me like I told you to."

"H-how could I possibly have known that, I was partly asleep!" Tristan tried to defend himself and but to no accord. He was grabbed by the wrist and pressed down on his back again.

Lips pressed against his ear, hot breath making Tristan shudder with dread. "You didn't do as I said Tristan."

"Aah! I'm sorry!" he shouted out and tensed up. He instantly forgot all suspicions of him being kind… all thoughts of him being good just washed away like the water from the storm.

"No… that's not good enough, since you didn't do this my yourself then I am forced to help you" he said darkly and pulled the covers away from him. Exposing the boy's naked body to his hungry eyes.

"We haven't done anything fun since a day ago. I'm starting to miss you Tristan."

Typical. Tristan said to himself. Frowning as his master fondled around for a little while. Stiffening up when his master closed into his violated private area, something kicked in his mind as his master licked down his neck. Shuddering in disgust.

"Time for a bath." Doflamingo took a long last deep inhale of the boy's neck. This smell was especially good, for a little while more.

Suddenly then Tristan was picked up and before he knew it then he was dumped into a large tub of water. His head was spinning like a top.

"w-what…?"

"I like my toys clean Tristan…" his master chuckled loud above him.

Tristan was somewhat less then amused, the room was thick with steam, and it was almost like a sauna. And just like in his own horrid nightmares then his master undressed as well…

Slowly his master undressed in front of him… Tristan shuddering in dread just by the very thought of what was coming up… nothing he could do to stop it…

"What are you staring at boy."

"Nothing" he answered quickly and looked away. His felt his face become hot, but blamed it entirely on the steam. Doflamingo smiled a bit mischievously and got into the tub. Water splashed over the floor and the tub was practically overcrowded. His master had removed those god-awful glasses and now he was staring at him threw the aquamarine eyes. Burning into the boy's soul.

"Why do you look so miserable? Shouldn't you be used to being naked with me by now?" he asked and leaned back, looking comfortable.

"…I don't think I will ever be used to that…" Tristan said and looked away. The blond let that little remark pass for he had so many better things planned for the little slave. He watched as the boy pulled his legs up close to his chest and sulked for a while.

"Quit your pouting my boy and come over here" he ordered strictly and motioned with his finger for Tristan to come closer. For a moment he thought he preferred the boy to be afraid and crying then sulking and pouting. This did piss the blond off just a little bit.

"You know I like you my boy…" he said simply. Tristan didn't look at him; he just nodded and stared emptily down in the water. Slowly Doflamingo ran his hand up the boy's abdomen and caressed his navel. The boy shut his eyes and bit his lip. He would rather bite his tongue in half then to admit that this sent a wave of heat down his entire body.

"I've trained you up to the point that I don't even need the drug to get you exited…" he let his hand travel up a little more and he circled the pink sweet on the boy's chest. He watched as he proved what he said was true when the boy arched his back moving his chest closer the fingers teasing them

"You've been a good pet…" he whispered against his neck. For some reason, although the precise reason Doflamingo wanted, that sent him shuddering again; only this time it was almost kind of good. "I want to keep you for a while longer and because of that…" he inched a little lower on his chest and nibbled at his collarbone "this is going to get a lot better." Doflamingo's lips locked around the boys nibble.

Doflamingo was known widely for being a cruel and taking great pleasure in every mutilation he committed. Laughing their screams and sorrow. But sometimes when he had a special occasion, he liked to give pleasure. Damn was he good at it. Ether he was really good at it or his lovers just liked to agree with him a lot at night when his room was rocking like the ship during a storm.

Tristan clenched his lips together to keep in the moan. "Tch—d-damn it…" he groaned out and dared to reach up, to run his hands threw his masters hair.

"Oh does it feel good?" his master mumbled up against the boys nibble. He circled his tongue around it and sucked softly. He had gotten to know the boy's body (forcefully but none the less) he knew what he needed to do to make the boy squirm around and beg for more. He had spent enough time with him in the bedroom to know, know everything.

This is what he did, usually. If he needed to kidnap anyone then this was the only way to do it. He would drive them to point where he alone would be able to touch them he would be the only one to touch them, until that is he had gotten enough of them.

Slowly then he sucked the now perky sore nibble. Occasionally he would whisper a word or moan against the skin trying to make the boy shout out and cry with pleasure.

"Come on; let me know that it feels good." His other hand touched and caressed his other one to the point that it was nice and perky like the one in his mouth. He glanced up and saw that Tristan was covering his face with his hand biting on to his fist, face flushed and sweating; he knew this treatment was working fine.

"Tristan" he breathed out against the boy's skin. It seemed to press the last button.

"Aaahhhn!" Tristan cried out, gripping on to his master's hair like his life depended on it.

His master traveled up again and licked away all the wetness from his neck. Sucking on his ear while his pet squirmed and wriggled in his arms. He let out occasional shouts and pleas for his master for no more.

"P-please… s-stop thi—" he was silenced by his master's mouth. His eyes shot open and he moaned into the kiss. It was so hot in the room he barely had enough oxygen to stay awake, with his master stealing his breath like this then he woulint live much longer.

This was getting intense. His masters tongue traveled around in his hot caverns, tasting as much of Tristan as he could. The boy closed his eyes and tried to think of something ells, tried to focus his thoughts on something ells then his master touching him. It was a failed mission. His voice woulint be contained.

"S-stop!" he mumbled against his masters lips.

"Why? Afraid you might like it?"

"Yes!" he shouted and pushed away hard. Water flowed over the edge as he slipped to get away. "You think I will just suddenly start to like this?!" He suddenly dared to scream out at his master. Jolting up and regretting every second of existence when he dropped the word.

But Doflamingo only laughed. Grinning like an animal he softly stroked over the boys thighs. "What would you like me to do?"

There was a long silence after that. They stared into each other's eyes as Tristan thought about what he should say after that, he felt that those eyes were killing him.

"You will answer boy, we can stay here forever until you answer." He said coolly and lay back in the tub.

"…I want… you to… kill me…" he said slowly.

For some reason Doflamingo's poker face dropped for a minute and he just stared at the boy who looked at him with such honesty and desire… to die. He felt his own desire to monopolize that said boy as much as he could… and never let him go.

Still when that moment passed faster than the blond expected, and a hand was placed on his neck, gripping it rightly. The boys eyes closed and Doflamingo's heart rate got greater than ever before with excitement. Gripping the boy's neck tightly then he watched as the boys lips parted to grip desperately on air, he waited for him to give in and tell him to stop. But his hand tightened more around Tristan's neck.

Doflamingo suddenly remembered those papers that Tristan had written; they were what he needed to understand the boy.

Tristan gasped and gasped, gripping loosely on air as he tried, purposely trying to pass out of loss of air. And for that slowly Doflamingo was getting turned on.

An evil thoughts shot threw his mind…

Suddenly then he lifted the boy out of the tub, in the air like he was braking the boys neck. He whimpered and started to struggle.

"What? Are you backing out of this?" the boy hesitated and stopped his struggling. "You wanted this boy… now take it as it is!" the blond hissed and smirked at the guilty face Tristan had; he immediately stopped his struggling and let this happen.

With this then his other hand reached up and gripped the boy's thigh, slowly going up. This time the boy started struggling again and Doflamingo grinned.

Though suddenly, just as Tristan thought this would be his last breath of air, he was dropped back down. The water in the tub had decreased by more than a half so he slammed harshly on the warm floor of the bathtub.

Gasping onto air then Tristan glared up to his master. "Why did you stop!?" he snarled.

"Were getting carried away."

"What? You mean you didn't just mean to go on and rape me some more in the tub!?" the boy shouted, finally feeling the fury and ager that he had been containing for a long time.

"Careful of what you say my boy." Doflamingo said warningly, grabbing the boy's hair roughly. "I have no intention of killing you."

"Gaaah! Let go! Just get this over with so I can have some peace!" suddenly then the boy was screaming in fury. Not realizing what he was doing.

"What is wrong with you?" Doflamingo asked lifting the boy up to him by his hair. "How come you behave like this now?" the blond was becoming interested, this was going the good way.

"Why do you think?" Tristan hissed out between his teeth. Suddenly then the furious teen glared ice and fire to his master. And Doflamingo loved it. "You are the most horrible disgusting psychopathic maniac in the world!"

"Oh really?" Doflamingo said grinning in victory. He pressed the boy close to his body and grabbed suddenly grabbed his butt.

"Yes! Because this is all you think about!" Tristan yelled and pushed his knee ruthlessly up to his master's half hard member. With a small growl then Tristan was thrown out of the tub hitting the floor of the bathroom hard. He had not hurt his master; he knew he could take a small blow to the balls.

"Apparently you haven't learned enough!"Doflamingo said, grin never leaving his face. This was his victory, Tristan had snapped and now he had the right to be punished.

He was picked up and the small frame was pressed up against the damp wall of the bathroom. Again he looked into the eyes of his master, his masters harsh eyes stared at him with something that reminded him of cruelty and spite, but he didn't know what he was up against in this situation, Tristan shivered, he was frightened, and had a good reason to too.

"I don't want to hurt you, but you leave me no choice."

"You always have a choice." Tristan mumbled quietly. Closing his eyes and waiting to feel whatever punishment his master had in store for him.

"Then I have one for you..." He said and softly pressed his lips up against Tristan's temple, slowly going lower to reach his ear "… you will submit yourself to me and be mine…willingly," he paused for a second to lick the boys ear. "Or I will give you to my subordinates."

Tristan's eyes went wide. "y-you actually w—"

"Oh you know I would, I hear them talking about you, they hear your voice at night when we have our fun, I'm sure a lot of them would like you try you on,"

"b-but you can't!" that's not the way he wanted to die. And there wasn't even a certainty that he would even die,

"That would be a shame… to leave you to such ruthless slave traders, I'm sure you've seen them come with some of our 'merchandise'… " Doflamingo mumbled and smirked against his ear, "now make a choice, be with me, or leave me."

Even though the hot steam from the bath fogged up the entire bathroom then Doflamingo could see his pet clearly, he felt him so close. So close he could feel the boy's heart beat, he would not deny that it was a wonderful feeling.

"I can see you need time to think about it." Doflamingo said smirking and dropped Tristan on the ground. With a thump and a slip Tristan bolted up again and tried to think of something to say.

He woulint do that! …Would he?

"And in the meantime then I have some friends waiting to meet you just so you know," Doflamingo smiled big at the terrified face Tristan wore this time. His master turned around and headed for the door. "Remember, no answer is an answer too."

Although he didn't say anything then slowly and surely the boy walked to his master, shivering like a scarecrow.

He felt cold as he talked, mouth making the words as he himself felt disgusting. "Please… don't master, don't…" hesitantly then he reached for his masters arm, thankfully his back was turned at him so he didn't have to look into his eyes, "…don't give me to anyone ells. Only you… no one ells can touch me but you."

Doflamingo felt a strike of lightning in his chest, the feeling on success is what he thought it was.

"Good boy." His master purred and turned to face his pet. "Now, are you good pet…?"

Tristan swallows all his disgust and whatever were left of his pride. "Yes…" he whispered.

"I think I want you to prove it."

Tristan glared just a bit… but only just for a second, his eyes were fastened to the ground. Chewing on his lip.

After a short moment then water was running back into the bath, Doflamingo was sitting cross-legged on the wet marble floor with Tristan sitting in his lap. Doflamingo squirted soap into the boy's hair and rubbed.

"You never wanted to cut your hair? Isn't it just a bother?"

"No. I like it this way." He said and closed his eyes when soap lathers ran down his face. His heart beat so hard in his chest. He had to get away; there had been a perfect chance when he had woken up. But honestly why did he had to open his mouth…

Slowly then his master washed him all over, he didn't move-didn't object-did everything he was told to do while his master washed his body.

"I love how slippery you get." His master murmured against his ear and slipped his hand down to his ass.

'Yes that's right… finish the job you started.' Tristan thought bitterly and frowned, he could almost read his master's actions…

Hands slipped in-between the boy's cheeks with soap "you are so cute." He purred against him again.

"I know…" he said and stretched up and brushed his lips against Doflamingo's own while leaning onto his master, chest to chest. "Please oh please, I'm begging you be gentle."

"Earn it."

"Prove it, earn it, witch one would you want me to do?"

"Now now, we have plenty of time…" Doflamingo said smiling and pointed to the shower head, Tristan reached for it and turned on the water. While Doflamingo washed the boy's body, while he in return put soap on his master's body. "… Still I believe that your mouth will be doing a lot of the work."

"So I see…" said Tristan as he watched his masters erection grow. "Want me to take care of that?"

"Are you volunteering?"

"No"

"Just do it."

While the blond watched the boys head bob up and down he tried to puzzle together just what the hell had possessed the boy this time. It was like he was a split personality, and a different Tristan came every few hours.

Little did he know about the trouble that the boy had containing his mind.

"that's it my pet… work your magic…" the boys tongue traveled up and down, wide open mouth kisses all over the large dick, "hey speaking of which, you haven't gotten any of this attention, have you?" The boy only moaned in response and took him back into his mouth. "Someday, I'll show you what true pleasure is"

"I doubt that you can"

"I'm sure that I can." He said with full confidence. With that Tristan moaned purposely with him deep in his throat. Bringing the blond almost to the edge.

"Does it taste good?"

Tristan knew this was a test, that you better answer correctly,

"yes…" he said softly and sucked hard. Taking him into his throat. Bringing his master to the edge

White spilled down his throat and on the roof of his mouth, sucking up all of his master's seed.

"Now didn't that taste good?"

Tristan opened his mouth to show what was left of the thick creamy wad inside his mouth. Then he closed his mouth and swallowed it down. Licking his lips in the process…

"You taste like shit."