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"As long as you don't act up, nothing bad has to happen, all right?"
It was degrading, really. Or, it should've been, being manhandled by a guy you could easily knock out if you wanted to. But Lloyd let him, because there wasn't nothing more erotic than giving up control to the only man that made him fear for his life.
Lloyd didn't know exactly why he was willing to play Steve's sick little games. Maybe it was the absolute adrenaline rush he got from a perfectly sharpened knife being waved in front of his face while Steve handled his dick in his other hand. Maybe it was the gloves he wore, the type that were usually reserved for the depraved shit the other man got up to while he was away doing business. That gloved hand that was currently stroking up and down his big cock as Steve murmured things in his ear that should be too fucked up to get off to, but that were doing it for him anyway. Or maybe it was the fact that Steve had been edging him for hours, playing with his nipples while explaining in gory detail what he was planning on doing to him tonight while faint sobs could be heard from the other side of the basement. That had to be it, he thought, gasping when the other man paid special attention to his leaking slit.
There was no time to utter a sarcastic remark as the sharp blade made contact with his jugular. He let out a whimper and strained against the expertly tied rope as the other man mercilessly jerked him off. He watched as his captor got in his face and gave him a cruel smirk.
"I'm gonna keep you alive for as long as I can. Unless you act up~"
Lloyd's breathing came in heavier as the other man licked the shell of his ear. The knife incessantly pressed up against his throat, though never pierced the skin, no; Steve's line of work made sure he knew exactly how much pressure would be required to do that. It was weirdly sweet how much he trusted this sick fuck.
"God, you'd taste so, so good. Wanna taste you. Want you in my mouth."
Lloyd came with a shout, humping into Steve's hand as the other kept up the pace, trying to squeeze every ounce of cum from him, watching it spurt out in fascination. He continued jerking him off, and Lloyd could only squirm against his restraints, overstimulated but not willing to utter his safe word because Lloyd Hansen wasn't a pussy and he most certainly wasn't afraid of a little overstimulation. Instead, he opened his eyes and glared at Steve.
There was no telling what his freak was thinking but whatever it was, it couldn't be good. The knife made its way down his chest and Steve kept sliding his hand up and down his shaft, almost in a frenzy. Lloyd hissed through his teeth when Steve turned his attention back to him and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He looked down in an attempt to save face, even though he knew he was blushing.
"Fucking b-bastard," Lloyd spat out, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards.
Steve stopped his assault on his poor dick and instead ever so gently dragged the knife down his still hard cock, down to his balls. He grinned and grasped Lloyd's chin with his now free hand that was still covered in cum. He forced Lloyd to look at him while he smeared his own cum all over that stupid mustache.
"Be quiet. Calm down. Stop being so dramatic~"
[image id: Steve Kemp [from Fresh (2022)] is wearing a sweater with the sleeves rolled up, jeans, and black gloves. He is holding a knife in his left hand as he jacks off Lloyd Hansen [The Gray Man (2022)] with his right hand. Lloyd is tied up to a chair and his turtleneck sweater is pulled up above his chest. He is gasping in ecstasy as he is brought to orgasm. Steve is murmuring into his ear as he climaxes: "I'm gonna keep you alive for as long as I can. Unless you act up~"]