For a whole day Scourge left Manic tied on his bed. Manic got nothing the entire time. No food, no water, no sex. He wasn’t even allowed a trip to the bathroom and man did he have to go. What kind of sick freak is this Scourge guy anyway? Manic pouted. He had to pee, but he was trying not to think about it. He could deal without food, but taking away someone’s bathroom time is just plain cruel. 

	Since his mouth was still free, he could yell for Scourge. . .but did he really want to? What if he had even sicker fetishes he want to explore with Manic. Manic didn’t like playing the royalty card but this had to be treason of some kind. He groaned. He wanted to go home. 

	He wasn’t sure where he was. Was he still in the motel? Did Scourge take him somewhere else? More importantly were his friends too high to notice he was missing? Being tied up gave Manic plently of time to think. He had many questions and few answers. The only thing he was sure of was that he was definitely in a different room. 

	It was smaller than the one in the motel. Maybe he was in Scourge’s house. The bed wreaked of sex, Scourge probably hadn’t washed his sheets in ages. Cleanliness obviously wasn’t his strong suit since Manic see a used condom laying by a full trash can.  

	Manic continued to looked around the room. In the corner by a door was a laundry basket full of what looked liked Scourge’s clothes topped with Manic’s. The door most likely led to the hallway. There was another door across from where Manic was, maybe a closet.  Beside the door was the trash can. A feet or two from Manic was a computer desk. No computer though. On the desk were some of Manic’s belongings. His jewelry, cell phone, and what could be some of Scourge’s junk. There was a vibrator on the desk as well. It was a light purple almost lavender, Manic’s favorite color. He wasn’t expected that to be cleaned either. The wall looked like they were white at some point, but years of smoking stained the walls. Now it was a dingy white with peeling paint for an added touch.

           He couldn’t see anything that could get him out of this mess. For that he was out of luck. His arm was beginning to hurt from where he had been laying on it. Maybe he should just give up. Get this ‘round two’ over with. Then he could go home. He took a deep breath. His throat was tender from being dry all day. Just one drink would be nice. His voice cracked a bit when he yelled, “SCOURGE!” ‘You asshole,’ Manic said under his breath. He hoped Scourge could hear, even though he had a feeling he was just outside the door.

	“Scourge?” He didn’t take long for him to respond, Manic assumed he was right. “I’m sorry, but you do remember that you’re supposed to call me ‘Master’, right?”

	Manic scoffed, “Whatever, look Master, if you’re not even going to fuck me then can I go home?”

	“Why is something wrong” Scourge faked kindness badly, it more sarcastic than anything else.

	“Well, I’m hungry, thirsty, and I have to pee.” Manic thought for a moment, “and laying all tied up like this is very uncomfortable.” 

	“Oh well, I’m sorry. You know I only live you please you.” He undid Manic’s bindings. Manic sat rubbing his wrists and ankles that had imprints of the cuff on them.

	“So can I pee now?”

	“No.” Scourge said bluntly. Manic looked up it was obvious what Manic was thinking just by looking in his eyes: Why?! Scourge smirked, he thought Manic would be easy. But prince wasn’t used to such hardcore treatment. He licked his lips, You’ll be fun to break. “Because you didn’t ask me properly.”

	“Fine, how am I supposed to ask you?”

	Scourge backed up a few paces, “Get on the floor, on your hands and knees.” Manic did as he was told. “Beg”

	Manic hated this, though he was slightly aroused. He always wanted to try some of that bondage shit, he’s seen in porn. But it was always some light stuff. Playful spanking, some if whipping, it was mostly just dirty talk. He’s never met a guy that would do any of that. Now that he has it. . .does he really want it? He swallowed his dignity, “Please, Master. I’ll do whatever you want.” He immediately regretted saying that.

	“Oh really?” Scourge placed his hand on Manic’s head and ran his fingers through his messy spikes. “Since you’re so thirsty, I’ll quench you.” He grinned.

	Manic knew instantly was he wanted. He wanted to not only give him a blow job but swallow too. Manic loved sucky cock, he had no problem with it. He was worried that Scourge wanted to do something else. “Thank you, Master.”

	He reached his hand up to unzip Scourge’s ripped jeans, but was stopped with Scourge’s hand. “No, with your teeth.” Manic knodded. He held on to Scourge’s thighs as he slowly undid Scourge’s pants with his mouth. He pulled his head, this was the first time he’s since Scourge’s penis. And he was huge, the biggest he’s ever had. He tried to hold back a smile. Huge cocks are one of his turn ons, but he doesn’t want Scourge to know that. 

	He licked the tip, slightly. Manic had a plan for this thing. He wanted to deep throat it in one go. The green slave rolled his tongue down Scourge’s shaft, stopping at his balls. He gave them a little nibble as he felt Scourge’s grip tightening. Did he like that?  Manic moved his back up toward the head. Then he engulfed it. He rubbed the moist ball of his tongue ring against his master as he slid more of his length inside his warm mouth.

	Scourge could feel his cock swelling with pleasure, Manic was good. He bit his lower lip as he looked down at Manic. It was an erotic display, something you’d only see in bad porno flicks. Manic looked like a whorey virgin as he sucked on his cock. It was almost all the way and Scourge was already at the back of his throat. “Damn, you must really like cock.” He said with a chuckle.

	It didn’t take much longer for Scourge to cum, making Manic almost choke on his fluids. Manic licked his lips, he was tasty but he didn’t want to say it out loud. “M-Master?” Manic spoke meekly.

	“Yeah?”

	“Is this ‘round two’?”

	“Sort of,” Scourge grinned. “You’re my bitch now. Whether you like it or not.” Scourge sat on the bed, “You can call what we do whatever you want, but it won’t change anything.”

	“I’m your bitch?”

	“Until I’m done with you.” He said coldly as he zipped his pants up. 

	“When will that be?” Manic knew the answer. But he wanted to hear it, he just needed that one glim of hope that soon this will be all over. 

	“Whenever the fuck I feel like it, there’s nothing you can do to get out of this.”

	Manic looked down at the dirty carpet he sat on. Maybe if he submitted to Scourge he’ll be able to go home sooner. He’s never done anything like this before. All he can do is obey Scourge’s every word.