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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ed_Edd_n_Eddy
  Relationship:
      Edd_"Double_D"/Eddy's_Brother
  Character:
      Edd_"Double_D", Eddy's_Brother_(Ed_Edd_n_Eddy), Ed_(Ed_Edd_n_Eddy), Eddy_
      (Ed_Edd_n_Eddy)
  Additional Tags:
      Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Child_Abduction, Child_Abuse, Dubious_Consent,
      Mental_Instability, Obsession, Pedophilia, Physical_Abuse, Sexual_Abuse,
      Stalking
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-25 Updated: 2018-03-23 Chapters: 16/? Words: 73379
****** KidnappEdd ******
by Scammy_chan
Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
Notes
     Greetings and salutations, dear readers. I wanted to take this
     opportunity to welcome you to my latest work and to make a few things
     very very clear.
     First, a disclaimer. I can't believe this really needs to be said,
     but I condone nothing that happens in this fic. I condone none of the
     above triggers. It is fiction and that is how it is meant to be
     viewed.
     Now, if you are not comfortable with the above trigger warnings, I
     urge you to proceed with caution. This story will be going to dark
     places and your chance to leave is now.
     This is your ONLY warning. Unlike my other stories, there will be no
     author's notes preceding the chapters unless I need to address
     something specific. This is specifically for the individuals who have
     come looking to be offended. You know who you are and, frankly, you
     are not welcome here.
     For everyone else who is comfortable moving forward and who can
     distinguish fiction from reality — hopefully the majority of
     individuals who've clicked on this story — I welcome you to continue
     with the above triggers in mind. Once again, I will not be preempting
     each chapter with those warnings or an author's note.
     THIS IS YOUR WARNING.
     Updates for this fic will be posted every other week on Friday.
     Enjoy.
***** The Edd Is In Your Court *****
Nothing else matters right now…
His mouth latches onto the soft, sweet skin of the body beneath him. The most
beautiful fucking sounds slip from his partner's lips. Little gasps and soft
giggles that sound like heaven. He leaves teasing nips to the wet flesh,
drawing out more of those adorable noises. Chuckling, he moves along the small
jaw to whisper directly into the boy's ear.
"You like that, Princess…?"
The precious, gap-toothed grin he receives sends a shiver of desire through
him. It's certainly enough of an answer for him. His hands slither down the
slender torso to the plush hips where he stops to squeeze the boy's flesh. The
little noises he's making get louder.
"Terry…" the boy whines, wriggling in his grasp, "N-Not so hard…"
That cute smile is replaced with a pout, drawing a grimace from Terry. He sits
up a little, shaking off the disappointment to smirk down at the boy.
"C'mon now, sweetheart…" he purrs, squeezing the soft hips again, "You know I
ain't gonna hurt you for real."
Without another word, he leans in to kiss him again, moaning softly into the
boy's lips. He starts rocking his hips against the body beneath him, kissing
back down his jaw and to his neck. The lithe legs wrap around his middle as his
Princess releases quick little moans and gasps. He laughs again.
"Pace yourself, darlin'," he chuckles, "we ain't even got to the good part
yet."
The little moans don't stop, though. In fact, they only get louder and…oddly
more rhythmic?
"Ah!…Ah!…Ah!"
Louder and louder. Less and less human…
Fuck…
===============================================================================
Terry blinks his eyes open, groaning low in his throat as he shoots a weary
glare at the alarm clock blaring on his bedside table. He reaches over and
slams the button to shut it off. God dammit…Pulling his arm back, he returns to
spooning the pillow beneath him, nuzzling the fabric as he tries to reconnect
to the blissful dream that's already begun fading from his memory.
No good…
"Dammit."
He drags himself to sit up and glares down at the floor as he rubs his face. If
Mike weren't riding his ass about slacking off, he'd stay in bed all damn day,
reminiscing on that sexy fuckin' dream. As it is, though, he can't afford to
miss work more than usual.
With a yawn, he pulls himself up and out of bed. He tries to avoid looking at
his collection of photos plastered on his walls. Can't get distracted right
now. It's almost noon and he's gotta go meet Dave at the shrimp stand to grab a
bite before his shift starts. He digs through his dresser to find something
that's relatively clean to wear. All while desperately keeping his eyes off of
that pretty face in each of those pictures. Startin' to regret puttin' all them
up…
How long are you going to torture yourself like this…?
He cringes a little, glancing back. A small figure sits on his bed, gazing up
at him with those pretty, green eyes. He brushes his hair behind his ear,
moving the hat aside a little. Terry shoots him a grimace.
"You ain't really here," he grumbles, turning back to his dresser.
And whose fault is that? the boy asks, the pout heavy in his voice, You
wouldn't be in such a foul mood if I were really here…
"Yeah, but you're not, so fuck off," Terry sneers back.
Why won't you just come get me? Isn't that what you want?
Terry doesn't answer, glaring at the dresser as he changes into his work
clothes. Once he's dressed, he grabs his hat and his cigarettes from the top of
the dresser and turns to the door.
I'm not going away, you know…
Terry ignores that as he storms down the hall. He stops by his fridge for a
moment, grabbing a beer for the road, as it were, before exiting the trailer.
===============================================================================
Fuck, why do these days gotta pass so goddamn slow? Taking a long drag off his
cigarette, he leans against the control panel for the Tilt-O-Hurl, bored out of
his skull. It always irked him that he'd get stuck with this shit job. It's not
like he had any one place around the park that he'd be sent to everyday, but
operating the rides was always annoying.
He glances around, a devilish grin on his face as a thought occurs to him. No
one's paying attention. Not really. The parents are all standing around the
gates that surround the ride, but none are watching their children particularly
closely. With a snicker, he nudges the lever slightly, ramping up the speed of
the ride.
The screams of terror draw a roar of laughter from him. At least he could get a
little entertainment from this.
"Turn it off!"
He grimaces at the outraged cry from one of the more obnoxious mothers. Rolling
his eyes, he pulls the lever back to its original position before pulling it
back completely. It was about that time when he had to turn the thing off
anyway…
As the ride comes to a complete stop, the kids begin fumbling with their seat
belts. They stumble like little drunks back to their parents, earning another
satisfied snicker from Terry. The outraged mother storms up to him. He rolls
his eyes again, this time in disinterest as he raises the cigarette to his lips
again. Here we go…
"How could you let the ride get out of control like that?!" she demands, "If
you're operating this machine, you should be capable of making sure it's safe."
Glaring at her, Terry moves the cigarette away again and blows smoke into her
face, making her cough and her nose wrinkle in disgust.
"The brats are alive, ain't they?"
"Those kids could have been seriously hurt!"
"Ask me if I care," Terry stands a little straighter, "Now fuck off. There's a
line behind ya."
She fumes at that, glaring daggers at him.
"I'll be speaking to the owner about this!" she roars, grabbing her son's hand
and dragging him away.
Terry shakes his head, watching as the next group of kids pile onto the ride.
He's not concerned in the least about whatever that bitch intends to tell Mike.
No matter what he did, the fucker never gave any inkling he'd fire him. Just
had to show up and he was cool. If the bitch sticks around, he'll come by to
give him a 'talking to' and then after they have a good laugh at her expense,
he'll fuck right back off and leave Terry to his job.
Speaking of which…
When the ride is filled up, Terry moves the lever to start it. He leans against
the console again, taking another drag off his smoke and glancing around at the
kids that are running around off the ride. He wonders, briefly, why none of
these little ankle biters gave him the same stirring in his loins that his
little Princess did. Isn't that how it worked? You get a hard on for one brat
and then you wanna fuck all of 'em? As far as he was concerned, though, kids
were all snotty, annoying little shits and he couldn't get it up for one if he
tried. So what made Edd any different…?
Well, he didn't look like a normal little boy, he supposed. He looked more like
a girl. That was a nice plus; a little girl he can't knock up. But even the
little girls who came to the park didn't pique his interest. They were all loud
and annoying. But not Edd. He remembers that phone call damn well. Edd was
soft-spoken and almost toopolite and his voice sounded sweeter than honey. Not
the shrill banshees that pestered him at the park. Nah, none of these little
fuckers could hold a candle to his pretty little Princess.
He mutters a curse as that familiar warmth fills his gut. With a sneer, he
grabs his beer and takes a long swig. Gotta keep it together. The park won't be
closing for another hour or so. Can't be popping a boner in front of all these
kids — particularly with mothers like that bitch glaring holes in the back of
his head.
Later…
===============================================================================
Finally home. He kicks off his shoes as he shuts the door and locks it behind
him. Tossing his keys and his smokes on the kitchen table, he heads straight
for the bathroom to wash off the greasy feeling clinging to him.
The lukewarm water washing over him feels damn good. He grins a bit, letting
his thoughts drift back to his earlier musings. Good a time as any…Leaning
against the wall of the shower and planting his feet, he closes his eyes to set
his fantasy into motion.
His little Princess, kneeling down between his legs. Those adorable little
hands resting on his thighs to steady himself as he sits up on his knees. Bare,
of course, to enjoy the shower with him. Yeah; he'd love doing it in the shower
most. Get himself nice n' clean right before getting dirty with him. He'd move
his hands to wrap around the man's cock, which Terry mimics with one hand in
reality. In his fantasy, Edd is shy and uncertain in his movements. Fuckin'
adorable…Offering tentative little licks to please him. Terry drags his fingers
over his tip to simulate the motion.
Gnawing his lower lip between his teeth, he imagines that hot little mouth
enveloping him. He starts stroking himself, his eyes shut tight to better enjoy
his visions. Panting softly, he tries to picture that sweet voice speaking to
him as his little Princess pulls himself away to gaze up at him with those
pretty fuckin' eyes.
Does this feel good…?
Terry grits his teeth; "Fuck…yes…"
His hand near the wall grasps blindly for the support rail. When he finds it,
he holds on tight so he can lean forward more. He pictures his hand grasping at
the back of the boy's head, keeping him still as he thrusts back into that
tight heat. He imagines Edd gagging, but of course, he could care less. All
that matters is his own pleasure and that it's his little Princess providing
it.
His breathing gets heavier as he nears his release and he starts rocking his
hips a bit, wrapped up in his own head.
"Ah…Princess…"
He imagines Edd looking up at him in wanting, realizing he's close. With that
in mind, he would manage to pull away and open his mouth, sticking out his
tongue stained by those jawbreakers Eddy says he liked so much. The image is
enough to push him over the edge and he orgasms with a low groan. He licks his
lips as his little fantasy Edd is hit in the face with his ejaculate. It hits
that minty green tongue, which he imagines the boy swallowing down
begrudgingly, but obediently.
"Good boy…"
As his fantasy fades from his mind and his body slowly calms again, he sighs in
frustration. He finishes the shower quickly after that.
"I need a fuckin' drink…" he grumbles.
Heading to the kitchen with a towel around his waist, he heads straight for the
fridge. He sneers at the dismal stock within and begrudgingly retrieves one of
the three bottles remaining.
"Fuckin' hate shopping…"
Popping the bottle open with his teeth, he takes a long gulp.
Bet that would've felt better if I were actually in there with you…
He sighs, lowering the bottle to glare at the boy seated suddenly at the
kitchen table. Cocking his head to the side, he regards Terry carefully.
What's stopping you, exactly…?
Terry scoffs, leaning against the refrigerator; "He's twelve."
The boy shrugs; Why does that matter? Isn't age just a number?
"Legally? No. And I dunno if I necessarily feel like goin' to jail for this."
I'm surprised…I was under the impression you thought I was worth it…
Terry's jaw clenches; "This is fuckin' stupid. I'm talkin' to myself."
Then you should be aware of what you want, right? I'm only repeating it back to
you.
"Fuck off," Terry grumbles, approaching the table to look over the envelopes
he'd left there this morning.
He groans a bit when he spots Eddy's shitty handwriting on one of them. His
fingers twitch as he debates whether or not he wants to open it. Ever since
Eddy started sending pictures along with his letters, there's not been a single
one that's not included a photo. Little shutterbug was driving him crazy.
His fantasy Edd leans forward against the table; I don't think there's any
chance ofthosegoing away either…
With a growl, he grabs his pack of cigarettes and storms away from the table
and the letters, heading back to his bedroom with the bottle in hand.
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No interruptions. Not this time.
Terry sinks his teeth into the point where Edd's shoulder meets his scrawny
neck, making the boy cry out in pain. It does nothing to deter the man above
him; Terry doesn't slow down for a second. His pace is brutal as he grinds his
hips against the body beneath him, desperate for as much of that delicious
friction as possible. His little Princess sobs into his shoulder, begging for
mercy.
"P-Please!" he begs, "Be more gentle, Terry!"
"Fuck that," Terry growls back, "Just lie back and take it, sweetheart."
That draws a whimper from the boy, but nothing more.
So fucking good…So fucking close!
===============================================================================
Just as that pleasure was about to finally take him, he's jolted from his
slumber by the loud ringing of his telephone.
"God dammit!"
He lets the machine get it, grimacing with each obnoxious ring. With a yawn, he
glances at his alarm clock. Fuckin' six?! He groans. Who the fuck…? The machine
picks up.
"Leave a message or don't. I don't care." Beep!
Silence. The machine beeps again and he mutters another curse. Fuckin'
telemarketers: always on his days off, too. With an irritable grumble, he rolls
over onto his side to face the wall. Almost expectantly, those green eyes gaze
back at him as his fantasy Princess lays beside him.
You dreamt about me again, didn't you…?
Terry groans, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
Why won't you just come get me?
"Leave me alone."
What are you waiting for? Are you expecting me to just show up on your doorstep
one day?
"Doubtful."
So, what are you waiting for?
Terry doesn't answer, watching with a sneer as the boy rises to sit up. Edd
leans over him, smiling coyly.
Don't you think it'd be so much better to lie beside me for real? Isn't that
what you desire most?
Covering his face, Terry groans again.
"Stop it."
Don't you want to be happy? With me?
Terry drags his hands down his face, exhaling slowly. No shit that's what he
wanted. It's what he's wanted more than anything else in the goddamn world. He
glances at the figure again, finding him leaning against his stomach, grinning
demurely at him.
You know I'm right. I'm not telling you anything you don't already think on
your own. Can you at least admit that to yourself?
Terry sits up and the boy moves aside. Why he does this, of course, Terry's not
sure. It's not like the figure has any weight or mass to him. Just a figment…
"Fine," he growls through his teeth, "I want it…I want it bad."
So why not take what you want…?
"Because he's twelve," he explains, "Same age as my kid brother. It's fucked
up."
So? If you want me so bad, just come get me, Terry.
"He won't cooperate," Terry sneers, "He'll fight me."
I just need convincing. You need tomake merealize how bad I need you. That
voice moves closer to his ear. How much I love you…
Terry grits his teeth, digging his fingers into his own hair as he tries to
ignore these thoughts.
Do I even still sound right to you? Or are you already forgetting the sound of
my voice? Surely you wouldn't just let me go…?
Taking a deep breath, Terry glances around at the photos on the walls. Edd's
sweet, smiling face. Or those candid shots Eddy would take when his friend
wasn't looking. Or those surprise snapshots Edd didn't have a chance to prepare
for. No angle was wrong. Every one looked perfect: beautiful. He can feel that
warmth return to his abdomen. Dammit…
He glances at the phantasmal figure, eyes narrowed. He's still giving him that
sly grin; he knows he's won…
"Maybe you're right…" Terry relents, rising from the bed.
The boy gasps; Really?! He sits up straighter. You'll do it?!
"Yeah," Terry mumbles as he approaches his dresser, "but there's a few things I
gotta take care of first…"
What? Are you sure you're not just stalling longer?
"Hell no," Terry scoffed, pulling out his clothes, "But I ain't an idiot. I
gotta be careful about this." He pauses to glance around. "Gotta soundproof
this trailer…this room…" He licks his lips. "Then I gotta figure out how to get
my hands on 'im…"
He stops mumbling to himself, focusing instead on dressing himself.
When will you do it?
"Dunno," Terry glances at him, "Soon enough, though…"
He receives a genuine smile in response to that.
You won't regret this…You know you won't. Once you've retrieved me, you can
finally satisfy all of your deepest desires.
"Yup…" Terry scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns back to his dresser, "And
since I'm doing this, you think you can leave me alone?"
When he's met with silence, he glances back, only to find himself alone again.
Or…was he ever not?
***** Go For Bro *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
First on the agenda; soundproofing the room. That should be the easiest part.
After taking the appropriate measurements of his little shrine room, he heads
to a local hardware store and hits up the man behind the counter.
"Hey," he begins slyly as he sidles up to him, "I'm lookin' to soundproof part
of my trailer…Got a few noise complaints…"
"Absolutely, sir," the worker replies with a smile, "Do you have measurements
for the space you want to soundproof?"
Without another word, Terry retrieves a slip of paper from his pocket and hands
it to the employee. He looks over the scribbled note, nodding some in
understanding. After a moment, he glances back up to his customer.
"Alright!" he announces brightly, "Follow me and we'll get you all set up."
As the employee turns to lead him away, Terry allows a satisfied smirk to
spread across his face. He's loaded up with many blocks of black, serrated foam
in a bulk pack, several plates of wall paneling — also in a bundle — and
several other various materials. The employee is even helpful enough to provide
him with a set of instructions on how to install the foam. Thank god I got the
day off…
The price makes his blood run a bit cold. He hadn't anticipated spending quite
that much on this little project. As he writes out the check, he resigns
himself to the fact that it'll be at least another week before he can go fetch
his little prize. He'll need to wait for his next paycheck for sure…Once he has
his purchase loaded up into his van, he makes his way straight back to the
amusement park.
On the way, however, he spots an adult store coming up on his right. With a
grin, he pulls up to it and parks just before the door. The windows are blacked
out, of course, and there's a large sign on the glass door prohibiting anyone
under the age of 18 from entering. He scoffs. As if they uphold that bullshit.
Kids probably sneak into this place all the goddamn time. That's how it was
when he was a kid, at least…
When he steps inside, he finds it's about what he expected. Low lighting, but
somehow not grimy or unclean. Health concerns for certain products and all
that. He ignores the bored-looking cashier and heads straight down the more
intense-looking aisles. Whips and canes, spanking boards and clamps. As he
looks them over, he ponders what, if any of these toys might be the most fun to
use on Edd.
Any one of them would make him squirm and squeal in pain, but that's not
completely what he wants. Sure, he wants to hurt him. Fuck, he wants to break
the kid over and over. Make him scream. Make him cry. Make him beg for mercy
that he'll only give once Edd professes his affections for him. He strokes his
goatee, grinning wickedly. His eyes drift over chains hanging on the wall.
Cocking his brow, he retrieves one of them and tugs on them to test their
strength. The cuffs that are attached to the chains are lined with a soft,
plush velvet. Enough to restrain someone without hurting them too much.
These'll do nicely…
At the very least, he does need something to keep Edd from running away. He
also decides to pick up a pair of regular handcuffs. These should come in handy
during the pick-up. He spots a dark brown, leather collar and leash. With a
wicked grin, he grabs that as well and licks his lips as he imagines putting
this around Edd's pretty neck. He'll have to swing by some place that makes dog
tags to attach to it. He also makes sure to grab an open mouth gag and a ball
gag.
With that done, he decides to step away from the rest of that aisle for now. If
he must, he can always come back later. Instead, he moves along to tour the
rest of the store. Packages of sex toys in a variety of sizes and shapes and
colors line the shelves. At the end of the aisle, he spots a shopping basket.
With a shrug, he grabs one and starts loading it up with some of the packages.
He snags several vibrators and a couple of dildos in varying sizes. He might
have to start small when it comes to preparing his little Princess for the real
thing, after all.
Before heading to the counter to ring up his purchase, he grabs a few bottles
of lubricant. Like with the soundproofing panels, the price drives an
unpleasant chill through him. It'll be worth it…he tries to remind himself. It
really will be. He'll make the money back over the next week or so anyway.
It'll be fine. Mike's got him scheduled every day for the next week. He can
make it work.
As he walks out with the black bags in hand, he checks his watch. It's still
pretty early, so he's got the rest of the day to do whatever he wants. Best to
not waste any time, then.
After returning to the park, he brings his purchases inside his trailer to get
to work. To begin, he takes down all of his beloved photos; he's not about to
cover those up. He collects them all and stows them carefully in the cabinet of
his bedside table. The top drawer is reserved for the more 'entertaining' items
he'd purchased today. Once the walls are bare again, he sets to work installing
the foam. It's a long and tedious chore, he finds, and by the time he's done
with the job, the sun has long since set and it's past midnight. He lays on his
bed, sweaty and tired. He should probably eat as well before he turns in…
Or…maybe not. As he lies there, his exhausted body relaxes more and more until
he drifts to sleep.
===============================================================================
He wakes the next morning to a loud knocking on his front door. Groaning in
discomfort, he pulls himself up and drags himself from the bedroom. His body is
stiff and quite unresponsive and his stomach is grumbling its demand for food,
which he tries to ignore as he opens the door. Bright light nearly blinds him
and he must shield his eyes with his hand as the sunlight bursts in.
"Oh fuck me, are you drunkagain?!"
Terry groans again at that voice; "Whatdya want, Michael?"
"It's two in the afternoon, ya drunk," Mike snaps back, "What the fuck are you
playin' at, man? I give you the day off yesterday and you think you can just
bail on me today?"
Terry rubs his face, breathing deep to wake himself up.
"Gimme a break…" he grumbles, "I was up late as hell last night workin' on a
bitch of a project." He yawns. "Musta forgot to set my alarm or somethin'."
He hears Mike sigh; "Alright, man. Just…get your shit together and get out
here, dammit. We got inventory comin' in and I need ya to head to the loading
bay."
"Fine…" Terry grumbled, "Gonna grab a shower. I'll be there in twenty."
"You fuckin' better," Mike scoffs, "I'd rather not fire ya, man. It's hard as
fuck to find suckers to work here anymore for your shitty pay."
"Yeah yeah…" Terry waves him off, turning back into the trailer with another
yawn.
He hears Mike walk off and he kicks the door shut with his foot.Asshole. With a
groan, he trudges to the bathroom. A cold shower should wake him up. Then,
after this crappy day is over, he can get back to his planning.
===============================================================================
A few days have passed since that initial shopping trip. He curses his schedule
and how fucking obnoxious it can be. Every day; stuck at the shitty rides or
lugging around stock of the different food stuffs all around the park. Fucking
bullshit. Because of this, he's barely had the time to continue making his
plans.
The room itself, he's happy to say, is fully prepared. No sound should be able
to get out of the room, let alone the trailer itself. And during one of his
breaks, he'd managed to make a run to a convenience store that sold dog tags.
And what he found was too good to be true. A gold tag in the shape of a heart
and painted pink. By sheer luck, that particular style also happened to have
one inscribed with the word 'Princess'. Perfect.
What he has to work out now, though, is how he's going to fetch Edd. He can't
just head home and grab him. It'd draw too much attention. And he can't let
Pipsqueak know he'll be around the cul-de-sac — they'd be able to find him
after he abducts his little Princess. He's got to be careful about his
approach. The handcuffs will restrain Edd once he's got his hands on him and
he's got a pillowcase he can throw over the boy's head to keep him disoriented
while they return to the trailer.
But how to get him into his van? Best method would likely be to knock him out.
Of course, that inevitably leads to the question; how to go about doing that?
He's always heard chloroform is the go-to when it comes to knocking someone
out. But where to get that?
After a particularly stressful night, he sits at the kitchen table, pouring
over a phone book in search of any place that may conceivably provide him with
what he needs. It's a small town, so the book's not terribly thick, but it's
still turning out to be a hell of a hunt. He's aware that there's no chance of
purchasing the chemical at the local drug store. He'll have to go to a
laboratory of some kind.
And then he finds what he's looking for. It's a bit of a drive, but there's a
university roughly thirty minutes away. A school that likely has a chemistry
department with a variety of chemicals such as, he hopes, chloroform. Before
any of that, however, he has to wait for payday. His latest purchases have left
him seriously strapped for cash, which he imagines he'll need plenty of in
order to get a hold of the drug.
It's a rough wait, to be sure. His mood takes a serious nose dive in that time
as he has to force himself to wait longer and longer. As a result, his patience
wears more and more thin with the annoying parents that bitch and moan at him,
leading him to snap more. On more than one occasion, he's pulled aside by one
of his coworkers in an effort to both calm him down and separate him from the
parents.
His beloved photos tend to help, providing him a distraction from his shitty
mood. As it happens, a week after that last letter Pipsqueak just had to send,
another one arrives. In light of his impatience, Terry tears into both of them.
The new pictures offer plenty of masturbatory fodder for him, but also provide
a very important piece of information.
Hey Bro!
Guess my last letter got lost in the mail or somethin? Oh well, it's cool.
Anyway! I don't think I'm gonna be able to write you letters for a while.
School's starting next week so me n' the boys are gonna be pretty busy. Speakin
of which, you got any good school scam ideas I can try? All of ours keep
failing…
The letter went on, but, of course, it meant very little. No, now he had an
update about Edd's upcoming schedule. It wasn't much. He didn't know how long
they'd be in school on a given day or what kind of extracurriculars Edd might
be interested in — though he's sure there will be several. The kid seemed to be
very focused on school and must jump at any chance to spend as much time there
as possible, filling his schedule with whatever he can.
The information was little, but it was enough for him to move forward. Eddy
said in his letter that they would be back in school in one week. That would
give him more than enough time to finalize his plan. It's enough to settle him,
at least, and keep his anger from bubbling up much more.
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Finally, another day off arrives just after his paycheck is delivered. In spite
of that, however, he manages to get himself out of bed around nine and is out
of the trailer by ten, check in hand. After a quick stop at the bank, he makes
his way to the address of the university.
The school itself only provides parking for students or official visitors, so
he has to park his van about a block away. With that done, he heads back to the
school and makes his way onto the grounds. Security around here is shit, he
notices as he slips into one of the chemistry buildings. That is, it's shit up
until this point…Amidst the regular classrooms, he finally finds a chem lab,
but is stopped by a locked door. He could easily pick it if it were a regular
lock, but there's a card reader attached to the frame near the doorknob. Fuck…
He glances back, spotting a group of students approaching him. With a grimace,
he walks away. A big group like that would land him in hot water. He skulks
down the hallway, his head bowed. He takes the first turn he comes across and
stops to wait. The group walks right past the lab, chatting excitedly about
whatever class they're coming from. Terry rolls his eyes, sneering in disgust.
Entitled shits…
Once they're out of sight, he glances back at the lab's door, pondering just
how he can get inside. Moments later, however, another group of students file
out. Like the other group, they're talking amongst each other, but their
discussion is littered with unintelligible science jargon. More to the point,
however, the group splits up almost immediately into smaller groups of two or
three each. And then there's the straggler. A weasely-looking little fucker
wearing glasses with thick lenses. A devious grin finds its way to Terry's lips
as he discretely follows the kid out of the building.
The boy wanders from the chemistry building to a small alcove where a couple of
vending machines stand. He approaches one that distributes coffee and makes his
selection. Terry decides then to make his move.
"Hey kid," he announces, hands in his pockets, "Got a minute?"
The boy glances at him, looking him up and down in disgust before turning back
to the machine whirring to life as it processes and prepares his order.
"What're you, the janitor or somethin'?" he scoffs, "Look, I don't have any
money to spare, old man. Get lost."
Terry fights the intense urge to punch this little shit, and instead, takes a
breath and forces a smile.
"Ain't lookin' for money," he informs him, "But I could use yer help…"
"Not interested."
"That's a damn shame…" Terry murmurs, checking his nails, "Cuz I do have money
and I'm willin' to pay for your help."
The boy laughs as his coffee pours into the cup that's presented for him.
"How much we talkin' here?" he chuckles, "Twenty-five cents?"
"How 'bout fifty bucks?" Terry offers smoothly, leaning against the machine.
That gets the kid's attention. He surveys Terry again before looking around.
"Look, man," he mumbles, "I'm no queer, okay? Whatever it is you want me to
do…"
"I ain't lookin' for sex, kid," Terry grumbles. Not atotallie… "You hang out in
that chem lab a lot?"
The kid glances in the direction of the building he'd just left, looking more
uncomfortable.
"Um…yeah," he shrugs, "…Why do you ask?"
"Cuz I need you to get me somethin' that I'm willin' to bet is inside."
The boy looks no less uncomfortable, but slightly interested.
"What…are you lookin' to get?"
"I need me a bottle of chloroform," Terry answers, "Don't have to be much. And
if you get it for me, I'll pay ya fifty bucks."
He watches the worried look pass over the boy's face before the kid rubs the
back of his neck.
"I dunno…" he mumbles, "I could get in some serious trouble…"
"You don't have to swipe a big-ass' bottle, kid," Terry reiterates, "Just get
yourself a smaller bottle to put it in and bring it to me."
The boy still looks unsure, drawing another groan from Terry.
"C'mon, kid," he sneers, "Fifty bucks can go a long way for you. Get ya a
decent meal and help ya pay for one of them books?"
That strikes a nerve, making the kid a bit more antsy. He glances around again.
"Seventy-five," he says suddenly.
"What?"
"Seventy-five," he repeats, "I'll do it for seventy-five dollars."
Terry sneers; "This ain't a negotiation, kid. Fifty bucks."
"You seem to need this really badly," the boy notes, shrugging, "I'm only
looking out for my own interests. I could get expelled if I'm caught over this,
so if I'm going to break the rules, I intend to get my money's worth."
Terry seethes; smart little shit…Although, he must admit he's a little pleased
to see a book smart kid who's not totally naive. He straightens up a bit.
"Fifty-five."
"Seventy."
"Sixty and not a penny more."
The boy looks into his eyes, searching for any sign that he can go higher.
Clearly, the man's not playing around, drawing him to sigh.
"Fine, sixty," he sighs.
"Deal," Terry nods towards the building, "Get to it."
"Where's the money?" the kid asks, "I told you, this is a huge deal. I'm not
doing this without compensation."
"You'll get it when you do the job," Terry retorts.
"No way!" the boy says with a glare, "I don't trust you to pay me after it's
done. How do I know you even have the money now?"
With a groan, Terry retrieves his wallet, and removes two twenty dollar bills
and two tens. He waves them toward the kid, his look cold and hard.
"I'm good for it," he spits through his teeth.
The boy shifts a bit where he stands, licking his lips a little; "Half now?"
Terry looks him over, surprised by his offer. The kid stands a little
straighter.
"Give me half now, then the rest after I give you the bottle?" he suggests.
Again, Terry's surprised. He didn't expect this kid to be this street smart.
However, it's going to get him what he needs, so…
"Deal," he says simply, handing him one of the twenties and one of the tens,
"You get the rest when I see the bottle."
The kid looks over the money, wide-eyed that it's real. That awe is short-
lived, however, as Terry grabs his shirt and draws his attention again.
"Don't fuck me on this, kid," he warns, "Get me what I need, then you'll get
the rest of your money and you'll never see me again. You got that?"
The boy searches his face, but nods a moment later. With that, Terry lets him
go.
"Can you do it now?"
Another nod in response; "There won't be another class in there for at least an
hour…Teachers don't hang out during that time."
"Good, get to it then," Terry growls.
Without anymore hesitation, the boy takes off, forgetting his coffee.
"And kid!" Terry calls, stopping him. He gives the boy as intimidating a look
as he can manage. "I'll be watching."
Shivering, the boy races off, straight back to the chem lab. Terry glances to
the coffee left behind and shrugs before grabbing the cup. He looks over it
before taking a sip. Immediately, he spits it back out, groaning in disgust.
Leave it to such a pussy to order a coffee with that much cream and
sugar…Rolling his eyes, he throws the cup away and walks back to the building
as well.
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He stands outside the lab, glaring at the door as he waits for roughly fifteen
minutes. With each passing minute, he considers docking a dollar from the kid's
pay. I'd be back to fifty bucks — or even less than that by now…As he starts to
think that, though, the door opens and the boy walks out, looking damn guilty.
Terry grins a bit as he's noticed and the kid approaches him. In his hands is a
small bottle full of a clear liquid. It has a label that shows all of the
chemical information for chloroform, but Terry cocks his brow in suspicion.
"You were in there a damn long time," he notes with a sneer, "Is that really
what I asked for? Or did you fill that with water?"
The boy looks a bit irritated, but shakes his head; "No…Didn't…think of that.
They keep the chemicals locked up. I had to find the key first."
"Oh really?" Terry sneers, "And where did you find this key?"
"Mr. Klassen left them in his desk," the kid answered, reaching into his
pocket, "I even…brought them out with me…"
To prove this, he retrieves a set of keys with a tag attached to them. The
edges of the tag are worn and it's a yellowish brown in color. To protect the
aged tag, it's been laminated, protecting the information written upon it. In
faded blue ink on the name line is 'Prof. T. Klassen.' Terry gives him a
satisfied smirk.
"Very good," he purrs, retrieving the thirty dollars from his shirt pocket and
holding the bills toward the boy.
He holds his other hand towards the bottle, urging him to hand it over. The boy
complies, reaching for the money. For a split second, Terry considers holding
it away. He's got the drug, why not keep the money as well? However, he allows
the boy to take it. He can't let the kid report him to the police. Granted, he
never gave him his name, but the boy could describe him easily. Best not give
him a reason to turn him in…
"Nice doin' business with ya, kid," he chuckles, turning the bottle over in his
hands, "Now, just one more thing I'm gonna need ya to do."
"Wh…What's that…?" the boy stutters.
Terry pockets the bottle before grabbing his shirt again, yanking him close as
he glares into his eyes.
"You're gonna forget my fuckin' face, that's what," he snarls, "You never saw
me. You never spoke to me. Got it?"
Wide-eyed, the kid nods in understanding. Satisfied, Terry lets him go.
"Good," he chuckles, turning away and giving a casual wave, "Welp, I'm outta
here. If I were you, I'd put those keys back before your teach finds out."
Without another word, Terry leaves, never once looking back.
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Before returning home, he stops off at the hardware store again and picks up a
few extra locks. Just a little added security that he'd nearly forgotten. When
he returns to the park, he drops the bottle and the locks off at his place
before heading straight to Mike's office trailer. He pounds his fist on the
door, leaning against the door frame. Mike opens the door moments later,
looking surprised.
"What're you doin' here?" he asks, "Shouldn't you be off gettin' shit-faced?"
"You just assume I do nothing else with my time?" Terry scoffs back.
"I've never seen you do anything else with your time, so…?"
Terry rolls his eyes; "Look, you got a minute? I need to talk about my
schedule."
"What, you want more time off?" Mike scoffs.
"Kind've…"
Mike rolls his eyes, turning back to his office.
"God dammit, Terry," he groans, plopping into the chair behind his desk, "I
can't keep giving you all this time off. You gotta do some work, y'know?"
Terry follows him, grimacing as he takes a seat in the chair across from him;
"I'm aware. I never said I didn't wanna work. I just need a week off."
"What the fuck for?!" Mike guffaws.
Terry bites his lip, looking away; "I gotta head home for a bit. It's…kind've
an emergency."
Mike shrugs, giving him an incredulous look; "Who died?"
There's a thought…
"My…uh…" Terry sighs, hoping it looks like he's sorrowful, "My grandad,
actually…"
"Oh…" Mike looks genuinely taken aback, "Uh…S-Sorry to hear that, uh…When did,
uh…When did it happen?"
"It hasn't yet," Terry admits, "But my folks said it could be any day. And they
want me to be home when it happens. I can still probably work the rest of this
week, but…" He bites his lip again, thinking about Eddy's letter. "Sometime
next week? Maybe even the week after?"
Mike sighs, sitting back. He drags his hand down his face, thinking carefully.
"I got you on till next Saturday," he states carefully, "Y'think you can stick
around till then?"
Terry looks away, pretending to think that over. Perfect.
"I guess that'll work," he nods, "The folks'll understand, I'm sure."
"Okay, I'll keep ya off the schedule after next week," Mike informs him, "But
I'm only givin' you a week, Terry. You gotta be back after that."
"Done."
With that, he rises to his feet again.
"Don't forget, you're on tomorrow mornin'," Mike adds as Terry steps out of the
office.
"Right."
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As Terry enters his trailer, he finds he can hardly contain his excitement.
It's all sorted. The chloroform sits on his kitchen table, ready to be used.
His bedroom is soundproofed. The toys are hidden away in his bedside table,
along with his many pictures. As he enters the bedroom, peeling off his over
shirt and jersey, he reaches into the cabinet to retrieve some of those
pictures. The dog tag is resting on the table top, glinting in the light of the
lamp above it. With a grin, he takes the tag in hand to admire it.
"It'll look so damn pretty on you, Princess…" he chuckles, "Won't be long now,
and I can see you wearing it…"
***** Keep Your Eyes PeelEdd *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
Monday. Finally.
Terry climbs into his van, going over a checklist in his head. The chloroform,
rag, and handcuffs are nestled safely in his glove compartment. He's got a
mattress in the back, along with a pillow and blanket and the separate pillow
case he'll be putting over Edd's head. Just behind his seat, he's loaded a
cooler with ice and beer. He's got a bag with extra clothes as well so he's not
stuck in the same clothes for the week. On his key chain, he's also been sure
to add his old house key. While the kids are in school and the adults are out,
he can slip into his parent's house to possibly nab a shower should he need it
or even steal some food.
He could have done all this yesterday, of course, but he didn't want to risk
heading home with the kids being out of school for sure and the parents
possibly home as well. It also gave him plenty of time to secure the locks on
the bedroom and bathroom doors in his trailer and an extra day to plan.
Once he's sure he's got everything he needs, he turns back to the wheel and
starts up the van. One week. He's got one week to get his hands on Edd and
bring him back here. Easy. With that in mind and one last look back at his
trailer, he drives away.
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The drive itself is smooth, but a massive pain. Two hours of staring at the
monotonous road before him. It's enough to drive him mad with impatience. His
eyes constantly flicker to the clock on the dashboard and his thumb raps
relentlessly on the wheel in tandem with his bouncing knee. The only thing that
keeps him sane — or as close to sane as he could claim — is the knowledge that
he'll finally have his Princess in his sights. He'll hear his voice again. And,
most importantly, he'll finally get to touch him.
He arrives in the cul-de-sac sometime after one o'clock, meaning that school
should still be in session. Despite that, though, Terry chooses to tread
carefully; just in case his brother was wrong about when they'd be back in
school. With that in mind, he steers clear of the neighborhood altogether,
opting instead to drive down a nearby road in search of some place to hide out.
To his fortune, he spots a familiar-looking home with severely overgrown grass.
The house itself is run down and decrepit, not unlike how he remembers it being
when he was a kid. With a satisfied grin, he pulls into the driveway and then
continues around to the backyard. The landscape is even worse back here, but
the grass bends easily beneath his tires. He's not afraid to be called out by
some homeowner. The place was abandoned when he was still living here and,
judging by the lack of any kind of upkeep, it's clearly still abandoned now.
It'll be the perfect place to keep the van while he keeps an eye on Edd.
Now that that's done, it's time to find a place out of sight where he can
observe Edd's routine. He takes a long detour through the woods that surrounds
the cul-de-sac and makes his way to his parent's place. The neighborhood is
almost eerily quiet, a sure sign that the kids are stuck in class. The
driveways are also quite empty, which dulls Terry's worry some. He glances at
his watch: 1:45. He's still got some time before the little ankle biters are
scheduled to be home. That's enough incentive for him to slip into his parent's
house for a bite to eat.
He grimaces some as he enters the kitchen. Place hasn't changed much since he
left. He prepares himself a sandwich and grabs a beer from his dad's stash. He
doesn't bother cleaning the dishes — no one will know the difference. With food
in hand, he meanders his way upstairs in search of his old room. He's not at
all surprised when he finds his door concealed by the familiar hideous
wallpaper, but it draws a grimace from him. Even little Eddy, it seems, hasn't
tried to sneak in. Dammit. It'd be too suspicious for him to break the seal and
enter now. Rolling his eyes, he decides to head down to Eddy's room instead.
As he walks in, he feels a bristle of jealousy. The little Pipsqueak got one of
the nicer rooms in the fuckin' house. It was way too big for the shrimp to use
the entire space and he couldn't deny that it was a bit insulting that his kid
brother got this sweet pad while he'd been stuck in that dingy-ass crawlspace.
As he lounges on the large, lavish bed, it gives him no remorse to leave as
much of a mess behind as possible. He almost wants to dump his beer all over
the sheets — let the old man bust the little brat for drinking. However, he
nixes that idea. If Eddy's stuck at home, it'd just make fetching his Princess
that much more difficult. From what he could tell, the three boys were
inseparable. The way Eddy went on about his friends was a clear indication of
just how much time they spent together. That said, nabbing Edd might be tougher
than he'd originally thought…
Once done with his meal, he rises to his feet. He should probably grab
something for tonight too and maybe for tomorrow morning? He wanders back into
the kitchen and peruses the pantry. There's an unopened box of Chunky Puffs,
but he's quite sure the family would notice that's gone. He also spots a bag of
pretzels that looks about half full, though. That'll work. It'll keep his
hunger at bay until he can find himself a drive thru or something and would
make for a light breakfast in the morning. Great. As he pockets the pretzels,
he grabs a beer for the road as well.
Spoils in hand, he slips back out of the house and locks it back up. Still no
sign of life from the other houses. The adults must all be working today.
Despite this, he slinks through backyards, peeking out at the various homes in
an effort to pick out which one might house his little darling. Unfortunately,
he can only rule out two; his own parent's place (obviously) and a house across
the street. There's a barn with farm animals crawling all around that yard. No
way Edd would live in a place like that.
With so little to go on, he begins questioning his goal. Is this really worth
it? He's got no real leads to go on and a neighborhood crawling with kids will
make sneaking around tough…It's a thought that's quickly abandoned though. Of
course it's worth it. It has to be. Taking a swig of his second beer, he makes
his way towards the creek. With the fall weather setting in, it'll be unlikely
for any kid to come around here. But wandering through the woods…
He strokes his goatee in thought. It wouldn't be unheard of for any of the kids
to take the trails on the way home from school. They made for a good shortcut
and made the escape from the classroom all the sweeter.
Speaking of school…He sighs a bit as he realizes he should probably stake out
the school as well. Map out a path that the kids might take and all that. If
memory serves, it isn't very far from the woods. He passes the trailer park:
just as grimy as ever. As he nears the road, he spots the school coming into
view. Peach Creek Junior High. He wretches at the memories of shitty teachers,
annoying tests, and even more annoying classmates. He observes the building,
wondering how much longer it will be until class ends. Damn, he could use a
smoke. He tries to avoid it, though. If anyone comes around, he doesn't want to
alert them to his presence with a cigarette. Plus, if the kids are about to
walk out, the smell of smoke might blow his cover. Best to wait until he's back
at his van or in town. He's at least far enough from the entrance of the school
that he shouldn't be noticed as the kids leave and if he needs to slip back
into the woods, he can.
He's not waiting long before the doors open and children begin pouring out,
talking loudly amongst each other. His eyes narrow as he ducks into the shadows
of the woods. Licking his lips, he scans the crowd, searching for that familiar
black hat or bright orange shirt.
He spots the taller Ed first, laughing like an idiot. But Edd is beside him,
smiling and chatting excitedly about something or other. Terry grins wickedly,
his fingers curling against the bark of the tree he's standing behind. Pictures
don't do it justice…That pretty face looks even better in person. He starts
noticing little quirks in Edd's movements. When he laughs, he tries to cover
his mouth. Is he self-conscious about his gap? Fuckin' bullshit. That's one of
the most adorable things about him. He has an odd gait to his walk, but
something about it is still pretty cute. When he's not covering his giggles,
his hands wrap around the strap of his messenger bag.
Edd's happy smile fades as he directs his attention to his right and down,
where Eddy's bitching about something that's likely stupid. Rolling his eyes,
Edd makes a comment towards him that makes Eddy groan. Terry grits his teeth,
doing his best to stay out of sight. He does, however, try to get close enough
to hear what they're saying.
"…even what's got you so upset?" he manages to hear Edd ask, his tone sounding
tired.
"No shit!" Eddy snaps back, "We've only been back aweekand you're already goin'
on about extra credit shit ontopof that stupid fuck test Mrs. Miller threatened
us with?!"
Edd groans a little; "Eddy,pleasemind your language!" He sighs. "I understand
you're frustrated, but we have untilFridayto study! That'smorethan enough time
to go over the material we've been given so far."
"It's just notfair!" Eddy points out, "One week in and they already wanna test
us?!"
Ed joins the conversation in a whining voice; "Tests arebadfor Ed, Double D!"
Edd pauses before answering.
"I suppose I see your point…" he mumbles reluctantly, "Itdoesseem to be a bit
early for this…" He changes his tone, trying to sound more hopeful. "But I'm
sure she just wants to keep us on our toes this year. And, honestly, gentlemen,
if you would justdo your homeworkandpay attention,you may find those tests
aren't as challenging as you're making them out to be."
Terry stifles a laugh at that. No amount of homework or 'paying attention'
could help those two morons…And they seem to share that sentiment.
"I don'twannado my homework!" Ed whines.
"Yeah!" Eddy concurs, "Homework blows!"
Terry hears Edd give a weary sigh, likely dropping the matter. It makes the man
grimace a bit. Those two little fucks don't appreciate Edd the way they should.
They don't know how good they've got it. He looks back at them, finding Eddy to
have begun picking up his pace.
"C'mon, boys!" he commands, "I gotta get home and check the mail before my
parents can!"
Edd follows the order as best he can; "Are you expecting an important
delivery?"
"I'm 'expecting' a letter from my brother!" Eddy explains smugly, "He shoulda
hadmorethan enough time to write back by now!"
Without another word, the boys book it back to the cul-de-sac, never the wiser
to their observer. Terry doesn't follow them immediately, thinking carefully
about what he's just heard. He's sure some of it will come in handy later, so
he tries to commit it to memory now. A test on Friday that two of the three
boys are dreading. Eddy's eagerness to get home to check the mail and his
desperate hope to hear back from his brother. He strokes his goatee in thought
before deciding he's waited long enough and following the kids back to the cul-
de-sac.
He decides upon his return that he hates the kids in this crappy neighborhood.
Annoying little snots, all running about and being obnoxious. Some little shit
in a red hat speeds by on some kinda suped-up bicycle. The kid might've spotted
him if Terry hadn't been concealed by the foliage of the woods. Two of the
smaller kids gather together in front of the green house to play with dolls. A
couple of little girls, as far as he can tell; a red-head with a shrill,
banshee voice, and a little blonde with a weird, fluffy hairdo and headgear.
The house with the barn and farm animals is being worked by a tall, lanky boy
with dark hair and a funny voice, who screeches commands at the animals around
him. He recalls seeing an older blonde girl balancing on the front of that red
hat kid's bike, but the two of them are nowhere in sight at the moment.
Probably off somewhere suckin' face…
Unfortunately, he can't even stay in the woods for long. Some hippie-dippy brat
carrying a plank of wood with a face scribbled on it starts venturing his way
to climb up the trees. He slips away unnoticed, and takes a long detour down
the lane, grateful for the tall fence between himself and the kids. On the
other side of said fence, he hears their jovial antics, drawing him to roll his
eyes. He finds himself on the side of the cul-de-sac across the street from his
parent's place. The trees here are more dense, providing more covering.
With a sigh, he finds a tree near the street, which he stops to lean against.
He drags his hand down his face, groaning softly. These kids are more annoying
than the ones at the park. How's he going to get the information he needs with
all these brats crawling around? He's not even sure where the Eds have gone at
this point. They could be at his parent's place, or one of their own homes. Or
somewhere else entirely?
He stands a little straighter, pushing himself off the tree. There's nothing he
can do right now. He'll have to come back later, when the kids are settling in
for dinner. He reluctantly walks away from the cul-de-sac, rubbing his temple
as he carefully considers his options.
As he makes his way into town, he spots a phone booth up ahead near a telephone
pole. Brow cocked, he steps inside and shuts the door behind him. Turning back
to the phone, he spots what he's looking for. A phone book sits on a tiny shelf
situated in the corner. It looks grimy and ridiculously old, but it should have
the information he's looking for.
That blessed phone call is still so damn clear in his mind, but the actual
details are a little hazy. Though he remembers Edd's voice, he doesn't remember
much of what he actually said. However, he does vaguely recall that Edd had
given his first and last name to him when he introduced himself. Something with
a 'v'…? He opens up the phone book and flips through the pages. He goes
straight to the 's's first. If his family's listed in here, Edd's should be as
well.
There it is…'Sampson, Tony — 220 Rethink Ave.' Good sign. He then flips to the
'v's. He skims the page, looking for any name that sounds familiar. Valentine?
No…Vallieres? Nope…Van Fartonshmeer? Hilarious, but no. Vincent…He pauses to
think. That does sound familiar…There are several Vincents on the list. The
addresses next…There's only one on the list located on that street. Some guy
named Samuel at 215 Rethink. That looks about right.
Satisfied, Terry rips the page out of the book and pockets it before exiting
the phone booth again. It's still not a lot to go on, and he still needs to
come up with a decent plan of attack, but it's a start. There's a diner farther
down the street, which he decides to take refuge in. He's seated at a booth,
where he buries his face in his hands. What a mess this is…
"What can I get you today, sir?"
He glances up to find a pretty brunette standing by his table. She offers him a
friendly smile as she waits with pen and pad in hand.
"Just a coffee…" he grumbles back, rubbing his forehead, "and a pen if ya got
one to spare?"
"Sure," she retorts, whipping a pen from her apron and handing it to him, "I'll
bring your coffee right out."
He nods to her as he grabs the pen. Without another word, she leaves him be.
Now that he has something to write with, he retrieves the page from his pocket
and smooths it out on the table. First thing's first, he circles the Vincent's
address — highlighting it for himself. On the rest of the page, he works out
his ideas. He has an address now; he could break into Edd's house and snatch
him tonight…? He sneers. No, that won't work…Surely the kid's parents will be
home and would stop him…? And besides that, even if he managed to slip in
without the parent's knowing, getting Edd out without drawing attention from
the rest of the neighborhood would be near impossible. Maybe he could slip into
his own parent's house while the Eds were there? Take Edd while the parents are
still out? Grr…No. That won't work either. Ed and Eddy would be able to
identify him to the police and he wouldn't get anywhere with Edd…
His cup of coffee is set on the table in front of him, drawing him from his
thoughts.
"Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?" the waitress asks, "Cream?
Sugar? Would you like a menu?"
Terry shakes his head, massaging his temple with one hand while grabbing the
handle of the mug with the other.
"Well…okay then," she stutters, "I'll bring you the check…"
"Thanks…"
He sighs, taking a sip from the cup as she walks away again. The bitter taste
is just what he needs to help clear his thoughts. Though…he grimaces. The
coffee itself tastes like shit. He imagines they didn't bother to make another
pot for one person after noon. Not too surprising. This dive's never been known
for its gourmet cooking…
Shaking his head, he turns his attention back to his planning. What can he do
to get Edd alone…? Away from his friends…? It'll have to be after school. No
way he'll be able to get Edd out of class. But after school, the Eds just rush
home and spend all their time together. Hmm…The rush home…Eddy was desperate to
get home because he was waiting to hear from his brother. If Ed and Eddy
couldn't get home, would there be incentive for them to make Edd rush home for
them? But he hasn't written Eddy back in weeks. Would he be that concerned if
he couldn't make it home for one day?
He'll need to give him that incentive…
The waitress returns again and leaves a slip of paper on the table, adding a
"Have a nice day" before returning to her other duties. Terry fishes around in
his pocket for a dollar and some change — the coffee here's about as cheap as
it tastes. He leaves the money and rises from the table. He walks out of the
diner and heads straight for the office supply store further down the block.
There are signs up all over promoting an ongoing back-to-school sale.
He's in and out quickly. Just need to get some paper, an envelope, and some
pens. Oh, and a stamp for authenticity. He also grabs a battery-powered alarm
clock (and some batteries, of course), knowing that he'll have to get up
relatively early tomorrow to set his plans in motion. Once he's got his
purchase, he heads out and makes his way to a fast food joint he saw on his way
into town. He won't be able to do this if he doesn't have some light to work
by, which he doubts he'll have any of in that abandoned house.
After ordering himself some fries to start himself off, he sits down at a table
near the back of the restaurant. How to word this…? What was it Eddy said in
his last letter? Somethin' about wanting a new scam idea…? Smoothing out a
sheet of paper, he grabs one of the pens and begins writing.
Good news, Pipsqueak,
I got just what you need. The perfect scam that's guaranteed not to fail.
Woulda wrote back sooner but it took a while to get all the supplies. But by
the time you get this, the first package will be on its way with your
instructions. Hell, if anything, you might get it within a day or so of this
letter. So keep a close eye on the mail, little brother, and you'll get one
hell of a treat. Don't let mom and dad find out either. You know how they'll
freak about this.
He pauses, thinking carefully. This'll get Eddy excited about the mail, but how
to keep him at school…? Detention is sure to keep him away from home for at
least an hour, right? So how to get detention? He smirks, putting the pen back
to paper.
In the meantime, I got a real fast money-maker in mind for you. You're back in
school, right? That means you're probably gonna start takin' tests soon. And
nobody likes those . But everybody likes passin' 'em. And kids'll pay big money
for answers to those tests.
So, here's what you do. Durin' lunch, you n' that big guy you pal around with —
Ed, right? — you two sneak into yer teacher's classroom and swipe the answers
from her desk. Then the two of you make a shit load of copies and sell 'em to
the other kids.
One more thing, Pipsqueak. Leave your other friend outta this. After everything
you told me about this Double D kid, he wouldn't be cool with helping you break
this kinda rule — especially at school. And I'm willin' to bet money he'd rat
you out for a scam like this. You know I'm right. So keep this between you n'
the big guy. Got it?
You pull this off, and you're golden, bro. Just remember. Keep an eye on the
mail and make sure the folks don't get to the mailbox before you. Otherwise,
they'll stop you from makin' yer money.
He pauses, thinking about anything else he'd have to add. When he's satisfied,
he signs the letter 'Big Bro' and folds it up. He fills out the envelope with
the appropriate information — using his address at the park for the return
address and so on. After sealing the letter within the envelope, he attaches
the stamp and sits back, pleased. There's no way the little pipsqueak would get
away with that scam. He and Ed will get stuck in detention while Edd can head
home alone. Right into his arms. To celebrate his own brilliance, he orders a
nice combo meal (after securing the letter in his bag with the alarm clock, of
course).
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Full and content, he heads back towards the cul-de-sac while puffing on a
cigarette. It's still pretty early, so he doesn't get too close to the
neighborhood. Instead, he heads straight back to his little hideout and to his
van to deposit his purchase and the letter. He's still got some soda left over
from his meal which he's enjoying while it's still cold and the ice is
relatively unmelted. He reclines on his mattress, staring up at the blue sky
through the windshield as he extinguishes the cigarette on the floor of the
van. He sort of wants to check out the abandoned house to pass the time, but
his own boredom has him feeling too lazy. The wait is unbearable. To that
point, he doesn't even try to stay awake any longer.
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He's roused hours later. Nothing in particular wakes him that he can tell.
Perhaps a discomfort with his sleeping arrangements? Or his impatience just has
him on edge? Either way, he's up now. It's considerably darker in the van. When
he glances out the windshield, he finds that the sun has set low in the sky,
creating an orange glow outside. Brow furrowed, Terry checks his watch,
squinting in the dark. He opens the door of his van to get more light. 8:00. He
yawns as he glances around. He could be wrong, but he's fairly certain it's
still night. To be sure, he starts the van to turn on radio. The clock there
reads 8:00 P.M. Yup. Still night.
Rubbing his eyes, he shuts the van off again and drags himself out of the
vehicle. After a couple of languid stretches, he decides to check back with the
cul-de-sac. The kids are surely back home by now. He can figure out which house
is Edd's and perhaps get a nice peek at him again. Retrieving the phone book
page, he locks up the van and heads out.
He doesn't dare light up a cigarette on this walk. Maybe on the way back, but
not yet. The streetlights have begun to come on, so he treads carefully;
sticking to the shadows to avoid any passerby. When he approaches Rethink
Avenue, he does so on the left side of the street. He can just make out his
folk's place on the other side. Many of the driveways are occupied, and lights
are on in every home. Parents are back. With that in mind, he slips into the
woods, hoping he won't be noticed.
Glancing at the paper, he searches for the address again. 215 Rethink Avenue.
It won't be on either side of his old house or even on that side of the street.
He's gotta be close. Licking his lips, he slinks along the side of the first
house, avoiding windows and hoping the occupants don't notice him. He finally
makes it to the front of the house and looks for any sign of address numbers.
There's a mailbox next to the door, where he can just make out the three
numbers: 215. He's taken aback for a moment, shocked that his first try would
be the right one.
That fades fast from his thoughts, though. This is it. This is Edd's
place…right? He sees that there are no cars in this driveway, but the lights
are on. Confused, he slips back around the house and starts peeking in through
the windows. No one in the living room. The next window shows the kitchen and,
he's pleased to find, the lone occupant inside. It's Edd's house alright. The
object of his desires is milling around the kitchen, making dinner.
Terry's brow furrows and he glances around at other vantage points. Most of the
windows on the upper floor are dark — indicating no one's upstairs — and
there's really no other rooms that are occupied. Where are Edd's parents? It
occurs to him as he watches Edd pour himself a single serving of macaroni and
cheese that the kid is home alone. He sees a lot of something yellow all over
the walls, but can't make out what they are. Aside from them, though,
everything he can see looks impeccable. Clearly, the place is well maintained,
just…empty?
As Edd sits down to eat, Terry debates whether or not he should just break in
and take him now. If no one else is home, it wouldn't be that difficult. He
could rush him back to his van and make a break for it? No…No, he can't.
There's still people around and driving past this street. He'd be caught pretty
quick. No, best to just watch him for now.
It's kind've sad, he notes as Edd eats alone. No one home for Edd to talk to or
keep him company. It sends a wave of rage through the man. Edd's parents don't
deserve him either. They would leave this little angel all alone? Fuckin'
careless. What makes him angrier, though, is that the boy doesn't look at all
upset by any of this. He doesn't look lonely or sad that no one's home. This is
clearly a regular occurrence. He's used to this. Disgusting.
With a growl, he turns away and stomps back toward the van. He can't watch this
any more or he'll do something drastic. Once he's back at the van, he lights up
a cigarette. Something — anything — to take his mind off his rage.
Motherfuckers…How fuckin' dare they leave Edd alone like that? Taking him for
granted. He sneers. They'll fuckin' regret that shit. Once he's got his hands
on his little Princess, he won't let him know loneliness. He won't leave Edd
alone like that. Sure, he'll have to work to earn money, but he'll at least be
there to eat with him. Shower him with compliments and affection. Treat him
like the little Princess he is.
Breathing deep, he tries to calm himself down. Reaching into the plastic bag,
he retrieves his alarm clock and the batteries. Once he's got it on and the LED
numbers are blinking, he starts up his van again to get an accurate time and
set the alarm. 8:00 A.M. should be a good enough time to get himself up. Gives
him plenty of time to rest before then. Setting the clock aside, he decides to
go grab himself something to eat to possibly help him get to sleep faster.
Tomorrow he can get serious.
***** MethEdd to My Madness *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
Terry's jolted from his sleep by the door of his van sliding open. Reflexively,
he shoots up, his fist raised to strike whoever dared to try to sneak up on
him. He stops dead, however, when he comes face to face with his Princess. At
first, Edd quivers by the door, half-hiding behind it. After a moment, though,
he smiles.
"You really did come…" he murmurs softly.
He pulls himself up into the van and shuts the door behind him. Removing his
messenger bag, he turns back to Terry.
"I managed to get away from Ed and Eddy on the way to school," he explains as
he crawls over to him.
Terry shakes his head in disbelief before grinning wickedly.
"I wasn't expectin' you, sweetheart," he coos as he shoves the blanket away,
"Wasn't gonna come get you till tomorrow."
As Edd climbs into his lap, he gives him a pout; "You were gonna make me wait
that long?"
"Not much choice, Princess," Terry replies, his hands sliding up the boy's
sides.
"You came to see me last night…" Edd notes, swaying his shoulders, "Why'd you
make me wait?"
"Too many witnesses."
Edd bows his head, leaning against the man's shoulder.
"I was so lonely, Terry…" he mumbles, nuzzling him affectionately before rising
to speak into his ear, "You'll make me feel wanted…won't you?"
That's more than enough incentive. Fuck getting back to his trailer.
He shoves the boy down onto the mattress and smashes his lips against Edd's.
Their teeth clack together in their fervent need to get as close as possible.
Terry digs his fingers into the silky black hair, knocking the boy's hat off as
Edd claws at his shoulders, moaning softly. Their clothes are rid of them in
moments in their desperate need to feel skin on skin.
Before Terry leans back in to kiss him again, however, a thought occurs to him,
making him stop. Edd gazes up at him, wide-eyed.
"Wh-What's wrong…?"
"Dammit…" Terry growls, glancing up at the driver's seat, "I left the lube at
home…Ain't no way I can fuck you without it…"
"Oh…is that all…?"
Taken aback, Terry turns back to him to find Edd slipping out from under him to
crawl over to his messenger bag. He rifles through it for a moment before
retrieving a small tube. He looks up at the man shyly before returning to his
side.
"I found it in mother's beside drawer…" he admits.
A bottle of lubricant. Didn't see that coming…He smirks, taking the tube from
the small hand as he grins coyly at the boy.
"Wouldn't have guessed you'd come so…prepared?"
Edd's shoulders hunch a bit; "I told you…I've been lonely…"
Fuck…He pulls Edd back into his lap, kissing him deeply. Moaning, he almost
hates to let go as he lays the boy back on the mattress. But it'll be fuckin'
worth it…So fuckin' worth it!
He squeezes out a generous amount of the lube and rubs it all over his fingers
before returning his attention to his prey. Edd spreads his legs, exposing
himself completely to the man above him.
"Be gentle…" he breathes.
Terry scoffs at that, leaning over him; "No fuckin' promises, Princess."
As he begins pressing the first finger in, Edd hisses in pain and arches his
back. Terry distracts him with more kisses to his lips and jaw as he carefully
stretches him. One finger, then two; scissoring them so that he can make room
for the third. The sounds Edd's making are fucking heavenly. Panting and
whimpering interspersed with little gasps and moans. So damn good. Terry
removes his fingers and grabs the lube again, drawing Edd to glance at him
through his half-lidded eyes. He quivers as Terry coats his cock with the
lubricant, stroking himself as he rubs Edd's hip with his other hand.
"You ready, Princess…?"
Edd nods at him, squirming impatiently on the mattress. Terry grins down at
him, his grip on the boy's hip tightening as he begins pressing his cock to the
reddened hole. Finally…Fucking finally!
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The alarm blaring by his head shocks Terry from his slumber. Even after
shutting it off, his heart is racing from the adrenaline. He takes several
minutes to calm himself as he rises to sit up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
He'd nearly forgotten how fuckin' early eight a.m. actually is…He notices his
erection beneath the blanket, which draws an irritable groan from him. Just
when it was getting to the good part…Biting his lip, he lays back down and
closes his eyes again. He's got just the thing…
Picturing his little Princess beneath him again, moaning and whimpering as he
fucks him. He strokes himself in time with the thrusts he imagines. That dream
must've got him damn close because it takes no time at all for him to orgasm
from his fantasy.
As he comes down from that high, he grabs a couple of pretzels from the bag
he'd laid in the passenger's seat and munches on them in hopes that they may
help wake him more. A sip from his soda — ugh…flat — and a few minutes to calm
his breathing and he decides he's awake enough. After cleaning himself up with
the plaid shirt he'd slept in, he grabs a fresh change of clothes from his
overnight bag and the letter before opening the door of the van.
The sunlight isn't quite as blinding as he was expecting as he steps out into
the early morning air. In fact, there are dark clouds up above that obscure the
sky, indicating a likely storm. He stretches, grunting as his back and neck
pop. It's almost refreshing out here. Thank god — since he left his soiled over
shirt in the van — but that's not important. He's got shit to do and not a
whole lot of time to do it. Yawning, he locks up the van and pockets his keys
before setting out towards the cul-de-sac.
He tries to steer clear of the road, just in case his parents haven't yet left
for work. He sneaks through the woods, stopping momentarily to check in on his
Princess. Somehow, though, the house looks more uninhabited than the night
before. He checks his watch: 8:15. The kids are likely already in school. But
what about the adults?
Terry sneaks around to the left side of the house, between Edd's home and his
neighbor's, and peeks out at the surrounding houses. All of the driveways are
empty. Good sign. He glances around the side of Edd's house towards the front
door. This is as good a chance as any…He could get inside. Get a nice, long
look at the inside of Edd's house to get a better idea of his home-life. Why
not?
Making sure the coast is clear, he slips over to the front door and checks
around for a house key. Under the mat? No. Over the door frame? No. He spots a
potted plant right next to the stoop and checks under the pot. Bingo.
Despite this discovery, though, he hesitates. What if someone is home? More
importantly, what if someone's still around the cul-de-sac? He sighs, stepping
away. He pockets the key he found, but decides to wait until later to sneak in.
He wants so damn bad to get a peek, but it's far from vital right now. Instead,
he heads across the street to his parent's house. He notices as he does that
the clouds are getting more dense. A storm is definitely coming.
As he slips inside his old home again, he makes the decision to check the
weather channel once he gets a shower out of the way. He wastes no time in
this. A quick shower, a change of clothes. He puts the old clothes into a
plastic bag and then heads to the living room. He's just in time for the
weather forecast. Yup. Weatherman's calling for storms. He tends not to put
much stock into their 'predictions', but the skies don't lie. In a way, this is
very good luck for him. Rain should keep the kiddies inside when they get home.
It'll make sneaking around that much easier.
He checks the time: 9:00 a.m. Plenty of time for a good breakfast. Off to the
kitchen, then, to scrounge himself up a meal. Some eggs n' bacon would really
hit the spot right now. Simple enough. This time, he does clean up after
himself some, but puts as little effort into it as possible. Throw the pan into
the sink with some soapy water and let it soak. That's about as much effort as
Pipsqueak or the old man would expend. Mom shouldn't think much of it. When
it's all ready, he sits down at the table and tucks in. Wash it all down with a
glass of milk; just what he needed.
He sits back to digest, thinking carefully about his next move. The mail
definitely arrived yesterday sometime before one p.m. He hasn't checked the
mail just yet today, but he's fairly certain it hasn't run. Too early for that.
And, naturally, he can't leave the letter in the mailbox until after the actual
mail has been delivered. Hmm…He still wants to check out Edd's house before the
kids get home too…
Standing from the table, he leaves his dishes in the sink with the pan and
grabs the remote from the sofa to switch the t.v. off again. He puts his keys
in his pocket — including the one he found by Edd's porch — and grabs the
letter and bag of clothes. Before exiting the house, he peers through the
curtains to the mailbox outside. The flag isn't up, though that's not a good
indicator. After a moment of silent debate, he decides to risk it and steps
out.
He approaches the mailbox and opens it, finding it empty. Fuck…He makes a quick
survey of the neighbor's boxes, finding at least one with its flag up. Hasn't
run yet. Dammit…With a sigh, he retreats back into the house. He doesn't want
to stick around outside and he doesn't want to hold onto this envelope. How
much fuckin' longer is this gonna take? Arms folded, he leans against the wall
beside the window, glaring out at the street in anticipation of the mail truck.
He glances at his watch again. Nearly 9:30. He groans, leaning his head back
against the wall.
It's at least another half hour before he hears the familiar whirring of the
truck outside. Brow cocked, he moves the curtains a bit and looks out. It's
coming down this side first and is currently at the neighbor's. He taps his
foot as he watches the driver — a woman, by the looks of it? — pull up to the
Sampson's mailbox. She retrieves a couple of letters and deposits them in the
box before closing it up again and moving on. At least that's done. Of
course…now he's stuck waiting for this bitch to go through each individual
mailbox in the neighborhood. That's not nearly as long a wait, though, and
within about five minutes, the coast is clear once again. Before leaving the
house, he grabs one of the many umbrellas by the door to avoid getting caught
in the inevitable downpour.
Back to the mailbox after shutting and locking the door behind him, he leaves
the letter inside on top of the rest. Eddy will ignore the others anyway. With
that, he turns back to Edd's house. Still no sign of life from within…Fuck it!
Glancing around, he makes his way across the street again. However, rather than
just enter the house, he rings the doorbell and waits. The parents wouldn't
recognize him at all. If they are home, he can just throw out some kind've
excuse — like he needs directions or something.
He waits for several minutes before deciding that's long enough. Though, he
still doesn't go in through the front door. Instead, he slips around the back
again just in case. He tries the key on the back door, biting his lip as he
hopes it works. The lock clicks and he can open the door. Slipping inside, he
shuts the door behind him and pauses, listening for any movement in the house
as his heart races in anticipation.
No sound.
He turns to find himself in the kitchen. There's a door to his left that has a
window in it. Licking his lips, he rushes over and peeks inside to find the
garage. No cars. That puts him at ease. The place really is empty. Breathing a
sigh of relief, he rubs his eyes a bit. He grimaces as he realizes how nuts he
must look right now. Sneaking into someone else's house. Thank fuck no one's
around to have seen him. He must look like some kinda crazy robber…
But enough of that. He grins a bit as he finally takes a moment to look around.
He's shocked, though, by the mass of sticky notes that are layered over the
walls, appliances…anything they can stick to, really. He sets his bag of
clothes and the umbrella on the kitchen table, staring around in awe. He gets a
little closer to one of the notes and reads it.
Dear Eddward,
Please mop the floors, clean the refrigerator, and wash the windows.
The note is signed by Edd's mother with a little heart next to it. Chores?
That's fuckin' stupid. And so many of them…The kid would be at this for hours!
He looks over a few more. Not all of them detail chores for Edd to do. Some are
just messages to Edd such as reminders to bring his lunch to school, dress
appropriately for the rainy weather, and behave himself — are they really
worried about that? One of them makes him see red again. A note left on the
stove.
Dear Eddward,
Your father and I will be working late again tonight. There's a casserole in
the fridge. Heat the oven to 350° and let bake for an hour.
Signed by mom. They're leaving him alone again?! Fuck it, why is he going
through this bullshit?! His Princess doesn't deserve this neglect!
He stalks through the house, trying to walk away from that idea. That thought
has come and gone too many times. It's not worth considering again — no matter
how pissed off he is about this. There's a staircase near the front door, which
has his interest thoroughly piqued. Edd's bedroom is probably up there…
Grinning wickedly, he makes his way up the stairs. There are more sticky notes
on the doors here and, he notes, a label on one of them reading 'Edd's Room'.
He doesn't hesitate this time and walks in. The room is fairly modest, but
certainly reflects the boy's personality. Absolutely everything has a label.
Not a single item is out of place. There's even an EXIT sign over the door,
which is also labeled — the doorknob too?! Fuck, Terry can't hope to touch
anything here. With this level of scrutiny, Edd would notice in a heartbeat and
become immediately on edge. And that certainly won't do for his plans.
He steps further into the room, however, and looks around to take it all in.
There's an ant farm directly to the left of the door. Over his bed, he has
hanging replicas of the planets, complete with a little light bulb — to
represent the sun? Fuckin' adorable…There's also an anatomy poster on the wall
over his bed, which makes the man snicker like a fifth grader. The closet is
exquisitely organized, offering more space than he'd ever have expected for
such a small area. Beside it stands something he doesn't recognize. The label
above it calls it a 'pedal steel guitar'. An instrument? That's interesting…His
Princess was musically gifted? He scoffs. Well, of course. He's quite sure his
little Edd could excel in anything. The bulletin board above the instrument
reflects this as well. A+ papers are organized neatly on it, displaying how
smart the kid really is.
He feels an odd swell of pride as he looks at it all. Pride that his pretty
little Princess was the whole package of brains and beauty. Fuckin' perfect. It
only made the parental neglect of him all the more frustrating. Clearly their
child put in so much effort to be the perfect son. Taking care of himself,
keeping his room immaculate and organized. Hell! Going so far as to provide
fuckin' slave labor for them by cleaning the rest of the house and doing these
mundane chores that must take forever! And yet they communicate with him
through paper?! They don't come home to be with him at night? Not even for
dinner? What kind of sick fucks are these people to be so cold?!
Fine. If they don't want Edd, then he'll fix that. As far as he's concerned,
once he gets Edd back to the park, those fuckers will never see their little
'burden' ever again.
Turning on his heel, he storms out of the room and back to the kitchen. He's
annoyed to see that rain has begun sprinkling down. Better not fuckin' last…He
snatches up his bag and the umbrella from the table and turns to leave. A quick
check of the time: 10:30. Shit, he's got lots of time before the kids are
scheduled to be home…He grimaces a bit and decides to stop by the van to drop
off his clothes before retreating back home. At least he can pass the time by
watching t.v. After locking Edd's house back up and opening the umbrella, he's
off again.
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Yup. This is agony. He yawns wide as another boring show goes to commercial.
He's been lounging around for hours, hoping to distract his irritated thoughts.
Unfortunately, everything on t.v. right now is bullshit, thus rendering him
just as bored as he was before, but perhaps more annoyed. With two o'clock
drawing closer and closer, he regrets to admit he'll have to leave. The rain
outside became more of a downpour since he got back to the house, but it's
starting to let up to a light drizzle.
Reluctantly, he rises from the couch again and straightens his clothes. Class
will be letting out soon and he wants to check in on the boys and possibly find
out where they're going to be. Turning the television off, he pockets his keys
and grabs the umbrella left by the door. However instead of going out the
front, he heads to Eddy's bedroom — where the back door is — and leaves that
way.
After locking the house up tight again, he approaches the gate near the shed.
It has a slide-bolt lock on it, which he leaves unlocked. This way, he can
sneak back into the backyard if the Eds come back here. If not, well, he can
fix it later…maybe. Anyway, once that's done, he slips into the woods and heads
toward the school. On his way, he keeps to the trails to avoid treading through
the mud too much. He'll do plenty of that on the way back as he tries to stay
out of sight.
Like yesterday, the kids pile out of the school, but look a little more dour
than before. Probably the rain. Some of the kids walk out in big, yellow
ponchos, while others carry umbrellas. By now, Terry has closed his own
umbrella to avoid being detected by the sounds of rain hitting the material. He
spots the Eds walking out. Ed is running around, clearly enjoying the rainy
day. Eddy looks irritable, but is making no effort to shield himself from the
rain save for a ratty-looking old jacket. Terry vaguely remembers that being
his from when he was a kid, but that's the most noteworthy thing about it. And
then there's Edd, who is clearly the most prepared of the three. An umbrella
and a rain slicker to protect him from the rain? How sensible. A little
unnecessary, maybe, but sensible.
He strays behind the boys, allowing as much distance between themselves as
possible. They cut through the woods again — trying to get home as quickly as
possible to get out of the rain, most likely. He can't hear what they're saying
this time. He's too far away. Once they reach the lane, they take the long way
around to reach the cul-de-sac. Terry sticks close behind the fence, listening
closely for Eddy's obnoxious voice. He's quite sure he'll be able to hear that
little shit from here.
"Super sweet!"
Yup, there it is…Must've reached the mailbox.
"It's a letter from my brother!"
Right again. He can just barely hear Edd's soft voice follow.
"Eddy…eplease…outof the rain?"
"Yeah, yeah," Eddy groans back, "Lemme get my key."
So they are going to stay here? Good. Terry carefully slips through the fence
again, leaving the latch unlocked as he carefully makes his way over to the
large window to Eddy's room. After a moment, he vaguely hears the door inside
burst open and the three boys enter.
"It's about time!" Eddy cries coming perhaps closest to the window, but not too
close.
"What's it say, Eddy?!" he hears Ed gasp, following like a lost puppy.
"I gottaopenit first, burrhead!" Eddy retorts.
"Please excuse me, gentlemen," Edd says, sounding the farthest away, "I need to
use the lavatory."
"Hurry back, Sockhead!" Eddy commands, "My bro'sgottahave a scam idea in here
for me!"
"Of course, of course…" Edd replies, walking away.
Terry hears the door close again and chances a small peek inside. Eddy's
sitting on his bed, with Ed huddled close. He's ripped open the letter and is
reading over it carefully. Edd has left the room.
"Yes!" Eddy laughs, "What'd I tell ya, Ed? My bro's comin' through for me! He
says he's gonna send me the best money-maker ever!"
"Oh, happy day!" Ed cheers.
Terry sees Eddy reading further and watches his grin grow wider.
"Oh shit…" he laughs, "He's gotanotherscam for me while I wait for the big
one!"
Then his face falls.
"What's wrong, Eddy?" Ed asks.
"I can't tell Double D…?" Eddy's shoulders fall as he carefully considers that.
"Why not?"
He sees Eddy scratching his head as he stares at the letter.
"Bro says it's cuz Double D would rat us out to the teachers or somethin'…"
Ed gasps; "Double D wouldnever!"
Eddy shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck; "I dunno, Ed…Ol' Sockheadisa
stickler for the rules…and school's, like, the one place he doesn't like to
fuck around too much…"
He pauses to think, glancing up at the door a few times in anticipation before
turning to Ed.
"This is too good an idea…" he says, "We get those test answers and we'll
beswimmin'in jawbreakers by Friday."
"What about Double D?"
Eddy folds the letter up, and tucks it into his pocket.
"We'll give 'im a cut when we get our pay," he replies, "Just keepin' him out
of this will be enough." He turns to Ed and grabs his shoulder. "You gotta
promise me, Ed; don't tell Double D about the test scam, okay?"
Ed bows his head; "Okay, Eddy…"
"Cheer up, big guy!" Eddy pats his back, "C'mon! You n' me pullin' scams
together! Just like old times!"
That doesn't help much, unfortunately, and Ed looks no less downtrodden to have
to leave their bosom buddy out of this venture. Edd returns shortly after,
looking much more comfortable.
"Apologies for the delay, gentlemen," he begins brightly, "So! What did the
letter say, Eddy? You've been looking forward to this for so long, I'm sure
you're justburstingat the seams to share."
"Oh uh…y-yeah!" Eddy perks up a bit, "My brother's sending me something that he
says will be a sure-thing!"
Edd doesn't look convinced; "Like…how the treasure map was a sure thing…?"
Huh, when'd they find that thing? Eddy waves that off.
"This is different!" he asserts, "This time my brother's sending it to me
directly!"
"And…you're certain this won't be another joke parcel like the baby toys?" Edd
asks, folding his arms across his chest.
Dammit! As he sits against the wall beneath the window, Terry finds himself
resenting Edd's intelligence for the first time. If this fucks up his plans…
"C'mon, Double D!" Eddy whines, "Just lemme have this!"
"Alright, alright…" he hears Edd relent, "Did he provide you any details about
this 'sure-thing'?"
"Not yet," Eddy admits, "All he said was that it'll get here any day. Maybe
even tomorrow?! That means, no matter what, we gotta get home right away after
school. If mom and dad get the mail before I can, we're fucked."
"Eddy, please mind your language," Edd groans, "But fine. Once we're out of
school, we'll come straight here for your precious package."
That seems to be enough to pacify Eddy; "Good."
"Now, since it's such a dreary afternoon, perhaps we can get a jump-start on
our studying before I must return home?"
"Why d'ya have to go home so damn early anyway?"
"I have chores to complete, Eddy," Edd explains.
"Oh…right…"
There's a short pause, before Eddy speaks up enthusiastically.
"Welp! If we're gonna do homework, we're gonna need some brain food, right,
Burrhead?"
Ed gasps; "Oh goodie!"
Terry hears the bedroom door slam open inside and footsteps storm through the
house.
"Wait for me, Lumpy!" Eddy laughs, his voice fading as he follows.
"Fine…" Terry barely hears Edd sigh, "We'll get a snack, but then it'srightdown
to work!"
With that, Edd seems to leave as well. Terry peers into the room, finding it
empty. He takes that as an opportunity to slip back out of the yard and to his
van. The mention of food has reminded him that he hasn't eaten in a while as
well. Might as well head out for lunch. Everything's set up well anyway. And,
as he exits through the fence door (which he still leaves unlatched), he
realizes that all he can do now is wait.
If all goes according to plan, he'll have his hands on his prize by tomorrow.
***** Take Edd While The Sun Shines *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
No dreams last night. Not that he needs one. Those sexy dreams will be a
reality soon enough, he's sure. He could do without that screeching alarm,
though…If he'd known it would be that loud, he would've gotten a different one.
But no matter. It's got him up and that's what's important. Rubbing his eyes,
he climbs into the driver's seat. It's still a bit cloudy from the storm
yesterday, but the sun is trying to poke through. The plan is relatively simple
today. First thing's first, he's gotta head towards the lane. He stopped for
gas the night before, so he doesn't have to worry about stopping on the way
home. That allows him to focus more on setting up his ambush.
He pulls away from the abandoned house, hoping it'll be the last time. His back
is killing him from laying on that lumpy fuckin' mattress. It'll be good to get
home and sleep in a real bed again. And with his little Princess beside him. He
peers down the cul-de-sac, slowing the van to a crawl as he passes. There's one
car in the driveway of a house at the far end of the street, but a woman exits
shortly after and approaches it. Looks like the last straggler is heading to
work a little late…? He continues down past the cul-de-sac before pulling into
the lane.
He drives down the narrow path, carefully avoiding the trashcans leaning
against the fence. Finally, he passes the trailer park, indicating he's nearing
the wooded area. He takes a right into the start of the woods and parks near
the junkyard. No matter where he manages to nab Edd in here, he should be able
to get him back to the van without being seen.
After grabbing another change of clothes and his keys, he steps out of the van.
He's got several hours to kill; might as well get a shower to refresh and grab
a bite to eat. Slipping into the backyard, he unlocks the door to Eddy's
bedroom and steps inside. Rather than head upstairs, he decides to use Eddy's
private bathroom. As if the little fucker needs his own bathroom…Unlike before,
he decides to take his time, though, he avoids using any of the shampoo. The
smell is pretty strong and damn cheap. Might be too easy for passerby to
notice.
Once he's clean and dressed, he heads to the kitchen for breakfast. That box of
Chunky Puffs has been opened, so he pours himself a bowl to munch on. He sits
in the living room and watches t.v. while he pops the cereal into his mouth.
Weather report says it'll be partly cloudy today, with a small chance for
showers. Damn. Well, as long as he can get his hands on Edd before then, it'll
be fine.
He lounges about for a few hours until the clock strikes two. At that point, he
turns off the television and gathers up his empty bowl to leave in the sink.
Before heading out, he takes a moment to pack himself a couple of sandwiches.
There's no chance of stopping at any fast food places on the way home. Too
likely to be caught. He packs the sandwiches and a couple of sodas in a paper
bag before heading back to Eddy's room to leave out the back door.
Locking the door behind him, he returns to his van. He stows the sodas in the
cooler and leaves the sandwiches in the passenger seat. A quick glance at the
time. School's going to be letting out soon. He grabs the chloroform and stuffs
it and the rag into the pockets of his plaid shirt. He also throws the
handcuffs onto the mattress and moves the bag to rest beside them for easy
access.
When he's got what he needs, he shuts the doors of the van, but doesn't lock
up. It's going to be tough enough getting Edd back here without having to worry
about the lock. He stalks through the woods, his attention dead set on the
school as he makes a beeline for his usual hiding spot.
Not much longer now…
Ah! There they come. As the kids exit the school Terry doesn't care to pay
attention to their expressions. He's focused solely on the Eds. Although…He
grits his teeth. The three of them haven't walked out yet. He curses under his
breath. Did all three of them get detention?! Fuckin' Pipsqueak. Of course he'd
fuck this up somehow!
As he thinks that, though, Edd steps out, his messenger bag over his shoulder
and a book in hand. Eddy's right behind him, grabbing his arm to stop him.
Terry squints, just barely making out their words as the sound of the crowd
begins to fade around them.
Edd has turned to him and is speaking with a frown; "…supposedto report to Mrs.
Miller's room for detention."
Eddy tries to interject; "I know, but—"
"I'll wait here until you get out?"
"No!" Eddy counters, "Please,Double D. I need you to go back to the cul-de-
sac!"
"What? Why? I want to wait for you and Ed? I'm perfectly prepared to complete
my homework while I wait and—"
"I know! I know!" Eddy sighs, "But Ireallyneed you to get back home and check
my mail for me!"
"Eddy, I can'tdothat! Tampering with the mail is a federal offense!"
"I'mgivingyou permission, Sockhead!" Eddy groans, "Please! If the package my
brother sent arrived today, then I gotta get home before my parents do!"
Edd gives him a hard look; "Perhaps you should'vethoughtabout that before you
and Ed tried to steal from our teacher, Eddy! It's your own fault that you have
to stay."
"I know!" Eddy cries, tugging at his hair, "And I'm sorry! It was my brother's
idea and it woulda made us rich!" He shakes his head to remind himself what
he's talking about. "B-But that doesn't matter right now! What matters is that
I get home before my parents! But Mrs. Miller's gonna keep us here for hours
and my parents will be home before we get out!Pleasehelp me, Double D! I aint
askin' you for much. I just need you to run home, check n' see if it's there,
and then you can come back here and wait for us if youreallywant to.Please!"
Edd looks hesitant. Clearly he doesn't want to abandon his friends. He looks
back towards the school as they're both alerted to something within, drawing
Edd to sigh.
"Okay, okay," he assures him, "I'll head home and come right back."
Eddy responds by throwing his arms around Edd's middle in a tight hug.
"Thanks, Edd! I owe ya one —big time!"
"You certainly do," Edd retorts, pushing him away, "Now, please, get inside
before Mrs. Miller adds to your sentence."
"Right!" Eddy laughs anxiously before turning to run inside, "Thanks again,
Sockhead!"
Edd shakes his head a bit before turning away from the door again. He opens his
messenger bag to put his book away before adjusting it on his shoulder. Once
he's situated, he makes his way to the woods. Taking the shortcut — just what
Terry wanted. With a smirk, Terry backs away to put more space between himself
and Edd. Though, once the boy passes, he starts following closely. The other
kids have all dispersed, leaving them alone.
It's now or never.
When he's close enough, he opens the bottle and pours a generous amount of the
chemical onto the cloth. Closer still, he pockets the bottle again. He worries
some that Edd will notice his shadow or hear his footsteps as he comes within
striking distance. Unsurprisingly, that seems to be the case, as Edd starts to
turn towards him. Before he can, however, Terry grabs him around the shoulders
with one arm and covers his nose and mouth with the cloth in the other.
Edd's eyes open wide in the shock and he releases a muffled scream. His hands
shoot up to claw at the one clamping the cloth over his face, all while
thrashing about wildly. Terry keeps a tight grip on him, gritting his teeth as
he tries to will the chloroform to work.
"Shh…" he breathes, "Calm down, sweetheart. Deep breaths…"
He glances around for a moment and starts dragging him along toward the van.
Still, Edd struggles, digging his heels into the ground and trying to rip the
hands off of him.
"Goddammit…" Terry growls, "Did that little shit really scam me with that
bottle?!"
Seriously, the movies all made it seem like chloroform was instant!
But no. It's only when he finally nears the van that Edd's struggling starts to
cease. His eyelids flutter and his muffled screams fade away. Finally, his body
goes lax. Huh…guess it just takes longer than he thought…? Good timing, though.
He picks Edd up and runs the short distance back to the van. As he opens the
doors, Edd moans a bit, seemingly coming to. Fuck! Not only did it take forever
to kick in, but it doesn't last?! What the fuck?! With this in mind, he quickly
grabs the cuffs and removes Edd's bag from his shoulder before locking the
boy's arms behind his back. After throwing the messenger bag into his van to
avoid leaving any evidence behind, he grabs the pillowcase and throws it over
Edd's head. He then carefully hoists Edd up and onto the mattress where he
moans softly in his disorientated state. With a twisted grin, Terry shuts the
doors and locks them before running around to hop into the driver's seat.
As he starts up the car and makes his way out of the woods to drive away, he
can't fight the manic laughter bubbling up within him. The rush is leaving him
tingling and more than a little aroused, but he tries to ignore that for now.
He's got a helluva drive ahead of him.
Edd's still recovering in the back, whimpering a little as he tries to rouse
himself.
"Wh…What's happened…?" he mumbles, "S'dark…"
Terry doesn't respond, though he does glance back at the figure on the
mattress. It's driving him mad to be this close and to be unable to touch him,
but he knows he has to wait. Gotta get home first. As Edd starts to wake more,
he begins struggling against his bindings.
"Wh…What is this?!" he gasps, writhing as he begins to panic, "H-Help! Help
me!"
"Might as well lie back and relax, Princess," Terry laughs, "We got a long ride
ahead of us."
"Wh-Who is that?!" Edd cries, "Please let me go!"
"No can do," Terry retorts, "We're headin' home. We're finally gonna be
together. Like it's meant to be."
"What are you talking about?!" Edd whimpers, "Who are you?!"
"Not important right now," Terry retorts, "You just rest your pretty little
head and we'll be home before you know it."
He can hear Edd sobbing.
"N-No…" he blubbers, "I-I want to go home!"
"We are goin' home."
"My home!"
Terry chuckles; "Oh no. You aint ever goin' back there. Not if I have anything
to say about it."
Edd stops talking after that, but he doesn't stop struggling. He ends up
getting himself stuck on his stomach and is unable to move much after that,
leaving him to sob pathetically as he pulls his legs in to curl up a bit.
The rest of the drive is filled with Edd's crying, but not a lot else. Nothing
to get in their way. Every now and then, the boy will ask the same whimpering
questions. Who are you? Where are you taking me? Why are you doing this? Terry
chooses not to answer them. Not yet. The sandwiches in the passenger's seat are
made quick work of, leaving nothing but a crumpled paper bag and some crumbs in
their wake. He does consider saving one for the little Princess, but by the
time he can stop to feed him, they'll be back at his trailer. He can make
something then.
As they travel farther and farther from the cul-de-sac, Edd comes up with a new
question for him.
"M-Mister…" Edd mumbles, "My…My arms hurt. P-Please…Can you please take these
off?"
Hmm…That's a slightly better tone than before. He should reward that.
"We're almost there, sweetheart," he informs him, "Deal with it for just a
little longer."
That's met with pitiful sobs, but Edd doesn't say anything more about it. Good.
Just another example to show that Edd's the perfect kid.
Finally, he nears Mondo A-Go-Go. The storm from yesterday has moved this way,
resulting in gloomy skies and, he's very glad to say, a relatively quiet park.
Hmm…but it's still pretty early…He'll have to tread carefully. There's a back
entrance near his trailer which is often unguarded out of laziness since the
area is mostly reserved for employees who tend not to give half a shit anyway.
Still, he approaches slowly.
As he gets closer to the entrance, he sees no one standing around. Past the
archway and into the park, he does see several people, but they're not
lingering in this area. He should be able to make it…He keeps an eagle eye out
for anyone who may be watching him or who may recognize him. A few people
glance his way when they hear his van, but their attention returns to whatever
the fuck else they're doing immediately after.
He pulls up to his trailer, relieved that no one's by the tents or hanging
around the whale-shaped home. He turns before backing in to line the vehicle up
with his front door. He leaves enough space for him to slip between the door of
the house and the back door of the van, but gets as close to the trailer as
possible. Still no one looking. He shuts the van off.
"Wh-Where are we?" Edd's little voice whimpers from the back.
"Shut up."
Without another word, Terry steps out of the van, still looking around like a
madman as he makes his way to his front door. He squeezes in and unlocks it
before carefully pushing it open. Next, he opens the back doors of the van.
Edd's trying to pull himself up onto his knees, whimpering. He did say his arms
hurt. Must be trying to alleviate that? Terry grabs his waist and pulls him up
and out of the van. He doesn't even bother with the messenger bag or anything
else as he hoists Edd over his shoulder and rushes into the trailer. Down the
hall, to the soundproofed room. He lays Edd down on the bed.
"Wait here," he commands.
Ignoring Edd's pleas — begging him to let him go, tell him where he is, who he
is, take the cuffs off, etc. — he leaves the room and locks it behind him. Just
in case. He returns to the van and closes and locks his front door as well.
Climbing back into the driver's seat, he pulls out to park the van somewhere
else. He doesn't want Mike to know he's back. Not till he's played with Edd for
a while first. If anyone he knows did see his van, they can assume he just
stopped by for a minute and then left again. He's still got to the end of the
week and that's time he fucking needs, dammit.
After parking the van in the woods past the fence separating the park from the
general public, he returns to his trailer. No one's noticed him yet. Good.
Almost home free. He returns to his trailer and slips inside as quick as he
can, locking up heavily once he's in.
Finally, the breadth of the situation hits him. He's finally done it. He's
finally got his hands on his Princess. His little obsession is just a few rooms
away. As he turns to the hallway, that manic grin returns. He stalks towards
the room, his breathing a little uneven as he unlocks and opens up the door.
Edd has fallen to the floor in his attempts to escape. Adorable. Shutting the
door and locking it with a key behind him, he approaches the quivering figure.
When he touches Edd's arm, the boy recoils and tries to scoot away. Of course,
Terry doesn't let him. No. He wants to get a good look at Edd's face now that
they're finally alone. Carefully, he pulls the pillowcase off. The black cap is
moved slightly, but manages to stay on the boy's head of messy black hair. He's
cringing a bit, as though afraid to be struck, and is gritting his teeth in a
way that Terry can see that cute little gap. After a moment, he finally peeks
up at his captor, his green eyes wide and full of fear.
"Wh…Who are you?" he pleads, "What do you want with me?"
Terry doesn't answer, struck by what he's finally getting to see up close. With
a ragged breath, he kneels down in front of him, cupping the sides of Edd's
face and marveling at the softness of his skin. Like fuckin' cream: smooth and
so silky…His eyes lock on the boy's mouth, which is parted slightly; unable to
withhold his frantic breathing. Terry leans in closer, drinking in the sight
like a fish to water.
"You're even prettier than the pictures…" he breathes, "Fuckin' beautiful…"
That in no way puts Edd at ease.
"What…?" he whimpers.
Glancing quickly at Edd's eyes, Terry leans in to place a kiss to the corner of
his mouth. Edd reacts even more violently to that, struggling like mad and
screaming.
"Help!" he shrieks, "S-Someone! Anyone! Please!"
Terry laughs; "Scream all you want, Princess. No one will hear you."
Edd looks back at him, sheer dread in his pretty eyes. Pleased with the boy's
sudden stillness, Terry drags his hands down the slender hips. Edd shakes his
head, muttering half-formed pleas for him to stop. Fuck that. They'll be going
further than this before the night is over. Terry's eyes drift up to land on
the black hat. It was a constant in all those pictures. He's never seen Edd
without it. What about it is so damn important?
"What's under the hat, Princess?" he purrs, lifting up the edge of the fabric
with a grin.
"N-No!" Edd cries, trying to move away, "P-Please no! I-I can't stand to be
seen without my hat!"
Terry cocks his brow; "You hidin' somethin' from me, little Princess? Lovers
shouldn't keep secrets from each other."
"P-Please…" Edd mumbles, "I don't even know who you are…Please…Don't remove my
hat."
"Oh right…" Terry grumbles, "We aint been properly introduced, have we? Not
really, anyway…Not the best way to begin a relationship…" He grins, tracing the
boy's jaw. "Let's fix that, shall we? I know you damn well by now, my little
Edd…But for your sake; my name is Terry."
"T…Terry…?" Edd echoes, his brow furrowed.
"Very good, Princess," Terry breathes, rewarding him with a kiss to the cheek.
"Please…Y-You keep calling me that…Why? I-I'm a boy…"
"Oh, I know," Terry retorts, resting his hands on the plush hips, "But that
doesn't matter. You're still my Princess."
Edd squirms, his head bowed shyly. Terry's eyes lock on the black hat.
"And since you're my Princess," he murmurs, "that makes me your king. And you
will obey my demands." He grabs the soft, black fabric. "And I fuckin' demand
to see what you're hidin' under here."
"No!"
But of course it's too late for that. Off comes the hat. Little bobby pins fall
to the floor, though some remain attached to the boy's unkempt hair. It's
obviously clean, but also obviously difficult to style. But that's far from
what he cares about. No, what catches his attention is the pale scar that
spreads from Edd's hairline on the left. He feels something snap within him as
he stares at the mark, his mind whirring. Even Edd's weeping doesn't reach him.
He hardly notices that he's grabbed the boy's arm, squeezing harder than
perhaps he should.
"Who?" he demands, his voice shaking as it rises in rage, "Who fuckin' did
this?!"
"I-I don't…"
"What son of a bitch put his hands on you?!" Terry roars, rising to his feet,
"What did this?!"
Edd shakes his head; "P-Please! It…It's not…"
"Who fuckin' broke you before I could even touch you?!"
Still shaking his head, Edd tries to pull away.
"Please! I-It was an accident from school!" he sobs, "A-A long time ago!"
The rest of his words become unintelligible whimpering. Terry's vision swims
and blurs red. He'll kill 'em. He'll fuckin' hunt down the piece of shit who
daredto put their hands on Edd and damaged him and he'll rip their fuckin' head
clean off. Leave 'em in a goddamn ditch to rot!
He finally hears Edd's sobs, and glances down at the quivering boy. He's crying
harder now, trying to turn away and hide the scar. The red fades from Terry's
vision and he calms himself. His breathing is still ragged as he cups Edd's jaw
again and forces him to look back at him.
"Don't be sad, sweetheart," he pants, "That fucker can't hurt you
anymore…whoever he was." He drags his thumb over the soft cheek to wipe away
the tears. "And I still love you…Even with that ugly thing, you're still my
little Princess."
Edd tries to pull his head away.
"No, no," Terry mumbles, pulling the boy into his lap and holding his head to
his shoulder, "Don't cry. I'll keep you safe. I'll never let someone else hurt
you ever again."
His grip tightens slightly, his vision tunneling again. Edd sobs again, trying
to jerk away from him. Dammit…He drags his fingers through the soft black hair,
pushing back the boy's bangs to further reveal the scar to him. It makes his
blood boil just looking at it. But he can't lose it just yet. Instead, he leans
in and places a soft, gentle kiss to the scarred flesh. It only serves to makes
Edd squirm more. Licking his lips, Terry gently tilts Edd's jaw up to face him,
casting him a sly grin. He leans in, leaving a trail of kisses from the scar
down to the boy's lips.
Whimpering, Edd tries to turn away from him, but to no avail. Terry's hands
move to cup the back of Edd's head to keep him still before leaning in to press
his lips to Edd's own. The boy whines in protest, but it goes unheard as Terry
closes his eyes to better enjoy the feeling of Edd's soft lips against his own.
Not enough, though. He starts poking at Edd's lips with his tongue, trying to
slip it past them into the boy's mouth. He can feel the kid struggling, but he
ignores it. Digging his fingers into Edd's hair, he manages to get his tongue
past the boy's lips that part ever so slightly.
It draws another whine from Edd, who writhes in discomfort. The little
disapproving noises fall on deaf ears as Terry pulls him in closer. He runs his
tongue over every surface within Edd's mouth, committing the sensation to
memory. So fuckin' good…Like fuckin' nectar from heaven. He hates to pull away
to gaze down at the whimpering, panting boy. His crying has quieted down some,
but tears are still running down his cheeks. He sniffles, wordlessly trying to
move away from him again as he tugs on his restraints. Oh shit. He nearly
forgot about that…
Reaching into his pocket, Terry retrieves the key for the handcuffs. He
carefully reaches around the boy and takes the cuffs in hand. As he nears the
soft flesh of Edd's neck, he leaves behind little kisses and nips, drawing
shivers from him. A quick turn of the key in the little lock and the first cuff
goes lax, falling open around the little wrist. Edd sighs in relief, his
shoulders relaxing as he moves his hands in front of him. With a soft whine, he
rubs his shoulder, ignoring that his other wrist is still technically bound. As
gently as he can manage, Terry grabs the wrist that still has the handcuff
attached to it and unlocks it next. While Edd rubs his sore limbs, Terry tosses
the cuffs aside.
Taking this opportunity, Edd pushes himself up and out of Terry's lap and races
to the door. It makes the man roll his eyes, but he chooses not to react
rashly. Instead, he rises slowly to his feet and calmly approaches the child,
who's desperately twisting the doorknob and pounding his little fists on the
foam over the door. He's screaming and begging for help that won't come — more
annoying than anything, really. With a grimace, Terry grabs Edd's upper arm and
pulls him back.
"No! No!" Edd sobs, "P-Please no! L-Let me go!"
Terry ignores that and hoists him up onto the bed. He doesn't let him up again,
though and holds his arms down as he kneels over him. Edd tosses and turns
beneath him, whining.
"S-Stop!" he begs, "Please!"
"Relax, sweetheart," Terry purrs, casting him a sly grin, "I ain't gonna hurt
ya…Not much, at least…"
Shaking his head, Edd jerks from side to side in an effort to pull his arms
free. Terry sneers. It's to be expected, but it's still annoying as hell. And,
since being gentle has gotten him nowhere…
He sits back for just a moment and brings his hand down across Edd's cheek. The
sudden strike silences Edd's screaming and makes him go completely still. Once
he recovers, he slowly turns back to the man, his eyes wide.
"That's better," Terry breathes, tracing Edd's sides as he straddles the thin
waist, "Now…Let's have some fun, Princess."
***** An Edd as Pure as the Driven Snow *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
Edd's struggling begins anew as Terry leans down to kiss him again. Grabbing
the boy's jaw, he manages to hold Edd still while also forcing his mouth open,
allowing him to slip his tongue back inside. Edd whines against his lips, his
small hands pushing weakly against the man's broad shoulders. It does little to
deter Terry, of course, and he instead grabs Edd's arms to pull him closer.
Pure bliss…And nothing can take it away from him. Not this time. He closes his
eyes, focusing intently on the sensation of Edd's lips upon his own. Softer
than silk and sweeter than honey. It takes his breath away…
Or maybe that's just the jab of Edd's scrawny knee directed at his middle.
Breaking the kiss, he glares down at the boy.
"Hold still, dammit!"
Shaking his head, Edd tries again to pull himself away, screaming about how
'inappropriate' this all is. Gritting his teeth, Terry slaps him again, making
the boy recoil. Edd's whimpering sobs grow louder as he clutches his burning
cheek. Grabbing Edd's arm, Terry pins him down again.
"Stop making me hit you!" he snaps, "Fuckin' lie back and let me enjoy this!"
"I want to go home!" Edd bawls, thrashing like mad, "Let me go! Let me go!"
With a low growl, Terry's fingers curl into a shaking fist. Edd's screams are
way more annoying than he expected — likely because he's not screaming in
ecstasy as he'd imagined — and they're driving him crazy.
"If you don't stop fuckin' screamin' your little head off…"
Edd peeks up at him, his eyes wide as the threat in the man's voice reaches
him. He covers his mouth with his hands, his tears gathering in his matted
hair. That's better…Terry glances down, his gaze drifting from the orange shirt
to the purple shorts.
"I wanna see all of you…"
With a sharp gasp, Edd shakes his head again, his eyes locked on Terry's face.
"P-Please no…" he begs, lowering his hands slightly, "D-Don't do this…"
"Lie still for me," Terry advises, "And I won't hit you again. Take off your
clothes."
Quivering, Edd tries to scoot back and lift himself up.
"N-No," he whimpers, "N-Not that…"
"If you won't, I'll do it for you," Terry warns.
Edd doesn't reply to that past shaking his head 'no'. He mumbles incoherently,
his voice cracking and uneven. With a grimace, Terry grabs the bottom of Edd's
shirt.
"Have it your way."
With one hand on Edd's hip, he yanks the shirt up. Edd frantically tries
pushing the fabric back down, his face flushing beat red in shame. After a
quick tug-o-war, a loud riiiiip alerts them to the orange fabric, which is
tearing from the tension. Finally, Terry manages to get it off. He tosses the
garment away, his eyes locked on the boy's torso. Much like the little girl
Terry once mistook him for, Edd tries to cover himself with both hands. For
such a smart kid, he really doesn't learn too quick…Terry grabs his wrists and
pins them to the bed on either side of Edd's head. Then, he finally enjoys the
view he's anticipated for so long.
It's about what he expected. Devoid of any muscle, but not malnourished. With a
grin, he releases one of Edd's hands to touch him. Before his fingers can even
graze the pale flesh, though, Edd uses his now-free hand to push Terry's away.
Terry looks up to glare at him, making the boy flinch and gaze at him with
those pleading eyes.
"I told you to lay still!"
Edd wraps his arm around his middle in a pitiful attempt to cover himself.
Gritting his teeth, Terry decides now's the perfect time to implement some of
his new toys. He releases Edd's other wrist, but uses that hand to hold Edd's
shoulder down as he reaches over into the side drawer. From there, he retrieves
the chains, which glint in the light and clack and clank together menacingly.
It draws a strangled cry out of Edd.
"No no no!" he screams like a mantra as he tries to squirm out from under the
hand holding him down.
Terry ignores this, focusing on clasping the manacles around the thin wrists.
They nearly slip off again, but a quick adjustment to the leather straps has
them fitting snugly. Once they're locked in properly, he hooks the other ends
around the bedposts. Finally, Edd's arms are restrained away from his body,
allowing Terry to do as he pleases. All he can do now is mumble his pleas and
squirm in discomfort.
After a quick glance back at Edd's face, Terry finally brings his hands down to
touch Edd's bare torso. The small body twists and turns, recoiling from his
hands, before ultimately and reluctantly submitting. Shooting him a wicked
grin, Terry traces the sides of Edd's body with both hands, his breathing
labored slightly. He drags his hands down further to squeeze the hips plush
with baby fat. Fuckin' adorable…Back up the slender body towards the dusky
nipples. Edd's squirming increases as he tries to draw his legs up. Terry licks
his lips, trying to withhold the drool he can feel gathering on his lips as he
runs his thumbs over the sensitive nubs. Edd whines in protest, his head
whipping back and forth as he tries to deny the pleasurable sensation taking
him. It draws a chuckle from the man.
"Relax, Princess," he purrs, leaning closer, "Let yourself enjoy it…"
As Edd lays his head back to weep, Terry presses his lips to the soft flesh
beneath him. It wrenches a loud sob from Edd in response, which is muffled
slightly by the chains clanking above him. His wailing is made worse as Terry
kisses all around his chest, while also kneading his hips with his fingers.
Worse still, of course, when the man's lips latch around one of his nipples.
"Stop! Stop! Please!"
He tries to bring his legs up between them in hopes of pushing him away, but
Terry is not at all deterred. His grip on Edd's hips tightens as he glances at
his face. My but it is a pretty sight. Absolute terror. He's never seen this
expression on his little darling's face before. It's never been in the
pictures. He smirks a bit. It's as lovely as he anticipated. He returns his
attention back to the hardening nub between his lips. Using his tongue and
teeth, he makes the boy squirm. Not in fear or pain anymore, but in pleasure.
Damn right he feels good. He intends to make Edd love every second of this.
Just takes some…convincing. With that in mind, he switches his attention to the
other nipple, jerking a cry from Edd's breast in response to the stimulation.
After thoroughly toying with and suckling at the now slick and hard nubs, Terry
rises to sit up again. Edd's thrashing has slowed considerably. His little
chest is heaving — a lack of oxygen from all the screaming he'd been doing,
probably — and his skin has flushed a light pink. Light compared to his face,
certainly. While the rest of him is still relatively pale with only the
slightest tint of blush, his face is a burning red with shame. Cute as fuck…And
it made those pretty green eyes pop even more.
"I think you liked that, Princess…"
Edd cringes in response, shutting his eyes tight to him. Oh what a cruel
punishment that is; to be denied the pleasure of looking into those lovely
green orbs. He'll have to break him of that tendency. In the meantime, though…
Scooting back a bit so that he's able to more comfortably reach Edd's feet, he
decides to get on with it. He grabs the boy's small, teal shoes and shucks them
off, tossing them across the room. Won't be needing those ever again…It draws
Edd from his pleasurable meditation and back to him. He sees his sock-clad
feet, now bare of the shell of his shoes, and his toes curl self-consciously as
he also draws his knees together. He's still trying to come to his senses, as
evidenced by the mumbling gibberish (which sounds vaguely like a return to his
earlier pleas) that passes his lips.
With a wicked grin, Terry grabs one of the boy's legs and presses himself
against the slender limb. He places soft kisses against the boy's knee as he
squeezes the tender calf. A new discovery is made as he does so. The little
squeezes draw a giggle from the boy. He tries to stifle it; his body isn't
totally prepared to feel mirth like this and he clearly doesn't want to give
the man the satisfaction of knowing that something he'd done had affected him
'positively'. But it had managed to slip through. It had almost been too soft
to hear. So much so that it drove Terry to try again. Another tiny giggle,
coupled with a squirm as he tries to pull his leg away. It makes Terry want to
laugh too. His little Princess is ticklish.
He decides first to continue testing this theory. He peels Edd's socks down
from where they'd been pulled up to just below his knees. The more soft, smooth
skin that is revealed to him, the more he leans in to leave tender kisses in
his wake. Edd tries to pull his leg away, muttering his little whimpers that
Terry has long stopped paying any mind to. No; too focused is he on the taste
of Edd's flesh and the softness of his skin beneath his lips and tongue. He
glides his fingers over Edd's little feet and tiny toes, making the boy squirm
harder and release several giggles interspersed with loud sobs in his efforts
to quell the ticklish reaction. Terry chuckles softly. God damn precious.He
gives the other leg the same treatment, peeling the sock down and off before
throwing them away as well. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, he feels his way
up Edd's legs, his eyes drifting closed again for a moment until they graze the
fabric of the purple shorts. As Terry unbuttons one of the last lingering
coverings Edd has, the boy becomes hyper alert.
"No!" he gasps softly, trying to pull on the chains to move away from him,
"Good lord, no! N-Not that! Have you no shame?! Have you no decency in you
whatsoever?!"
"Not really," Terry snickers back, slipping his thumbs past the waistband on
the shorts.
Whatever pitiful plea that Edd attempts to sway him with goes ignored as Terry
begins sliding the clothing down his legs, revealing his white underwear. The
thrashing returns with even more vigor as Edd screams and begs for him to stop.
Some change slips out of the right pocket of the shorts, falling to the bed
with a few plinks as they collide with each other upon their landing. A single
key joins them, slipping from the back pocket this time. Terry gathers the
items up and places them in his own pocket among the other keys and his own
change before discarding the shorts entirely. The sight of the near-perfectly
clean briefs against the pale body sends a shiver through him. The innocence
before him is palpable. Little Edd, lying beneath him so terribly exposed down
to his most private underthings.
Another shiver of delight. One last little slab of fabric is all that shields
him from his prize. Licking his lips, he dips his thumbs beneath the waistband
of the briefs. He gives the boy one quick look. He's still sobbing. Still
begging him against what he's about to do. His face is beet red and wet with
tears. Whether that blush is from shame or his incessant screaming, Terry's not
quite sure anymore, but, as he yanks the underwear down the slender legs and
tosses them aside, he imagines it to be the former. Edd goes stock still then,
a mixture of shock and shame. His breathing is horribly labored and his voice
is hoarse already from his cries.
This too is about what he expected. True to his word, Edd is indeed a boy. He's
fairly certain he's reached puberty — evidenced by the presence of very fine
pubic hair — but his development isn't very far yet. This knowledge ebbs
slightly at his desire as he lays his eyes upon this obviously young child,
though it doesn't wholly deter him. Brow cocked, he peels off his own plaid
shirt.
"So, Princess," he murmurs, dropping his shirt by the bed as he leans over Edd,
"Confirm somethin' for me." Edd peeks up at him through his tears. "How old are
you?"
Gazing up at him, Edd blinks the tears away, searching Terry's face rather than
answering. Terry doesn't rush him for a response. He's fairly certain about the
answer to this — it's an assumption he's held for a while, but not something he
necessarily knew for sure. After all, Eddy never actually come right out and
said as much in his unending letters. Moments later, Edd shifts a little to
make himself more comfortable.
"T…T-Twelve…"
Fuck…It was the answer he anticipated, but damn if he wasn't hoping for a
higher number.
"Fuckin' bullshit…" he grumbles lower than he believes Edd can hear, "Why
couldn't ya have been just a few years older…?"
It makes him hesitate moving any further. As often as he's dreamt of this…As
long as he's wanted this…The actual clarification of Edd's age oddly turns out
to be…a bit of a turn-off? All the fantasizing…All the desire…All this buildup…
"P…Please, mister…" Edd whimpers, bringing him back, "I-I want to go home…P-
Please take me home!"
Cocking his brow, Terry glances at Edd's face. The pleading look in those
pretty eyes makes him weak. Beautiful, emerald green, bordered with a light
pink within the background of white. Those gorgeous eyes remain locked on his
face, begging him for mercy. Begging him to be freed. It's those sweet, lovely
eyes that ease his discomfort and chase away the doubt. Fuck it. Goddammit,
fuck the uncertainty that had overtaken him. This is what he wants. He leans
against the hand he rests beside Edd's head and moves close to whisper to him.
"I told you," he breathes, "You aint goin' back there ever again."
He can see the hurt in those eyes he loves so damn much, right before more
tears well up in them. Sighing a bit, Terry rises to sit up.
"Your age don't mean dick to me…" he mumbles, "Not really. I went through too
much bullshit just to get my hands on you in the first place. You're mine. And
I aint gonna let that little number get in the goddamn way." He pauses to calm
himself. "Now…I do have another question for you, Princess…"
Edd whines a bit, his fingernails digging into his palms.
"Tell me, sweetheart," Terry purrs, "My little Edd…You're about that age…Have
you ever touched yourself before?"
The response he gets is a sharp gasp and another pitiful whine. Edd tries not
to look at him, hunching his shoulders.
"No…N-Never!"
"Well…" Terry grins, placing his hands on Edd's hips again, "Then allow me, my
little Princess, to give you a crash course. After all, it's healthy for a boy
your age to explore his sexual desires." His look darkens. "And I've got a
helluva lot of desires to share with you."
Edd shakes his head again; "No! No! Please!"
Of course, Terry ignores him. As he gazes down at the boy lying naked and
quivering beneath him, he finds himself at a bit of a loss. What to do? What to
try first? There's so much…so much he wants to do to him. Stroking his chin and
along his goatee, he tries to steady his breathing and think carefully about
his next move. Should he just get right down to it? God knows he'd like to.
He's waited so goddamn long for this. Why is he hesitating more?! A tiny
whimper breaks through that thought and returns his attention back to his
captive, who's trying his damnedest to curl up and away from him in a futile
attempt to cover his genitals. It makes the man grimace. No way he can just go
ahead and fuck him. Edd's too scared. He's not yet used to the idea of being
with him physically. He can't just skip to the good part.
Not yet at least. Gotta ease into it. Get him ready for the main event.
With that in mind, he's more slow in his removal of his own clothing, his
expression one of deep thought. He's not really looking at Edd as he does this
— not focused on his struggling or his sobbing. As he removes his pants,
however, it becomes harder to ignore.
"Wh-What in sam hill are you doing?!" Edd gawks, trying to pull himself away
via the chains.
Terry doesn't answer. He's kicked off his shoes and is removing his pants. All
that's left now are his boxers. His half-hard cock is tenting the fabric over
his groin, which seems to startle Edd some. Clearly, Edd's never experienced
anything quite like this before — whether it's himself or someone he knows. His
parents are never home…Has he not yet experienced that dreaded accidental peek
at his dad's junk? He really will need a crash course…
He shoots the boy a sly grin as he pulls the waistband of his boxers down with
one hand and takes hold of his cock with the other, stroking himself to full
erection. The bright red in Edd's cheeks is contrasted pretty instantly by the
color draining away from his face. It gives the man a small swell of pride.
Yup, he's never seen an older man naked before. He doesn't maintain eye contact
with the engorged organ for long, though, and his eyes snap shut within mere
seconds.
"G-Good lord!" he whimpers, "Make yourself decent! Please! Th-This is h-highly
inap-p-propriate!"
Terry scoffs; "Y'mean it wasn't before…?"
He discards the final article of clothing before crawling over the boy again.
Before anything else, he's been dying to feel Edd's skin upon his own. To
experience that silky softness upon his own flesh. Keeping his eyes shut tight,
Edd tries to turn his face away from the man, perhaps in a desperate hope that
he'll leave him be. No such luck, darlin'…Terry leans in close to Edd's neck
and breathes in deep. Amidst the sweat and fear is the faint smell of books and
a fragrant soap. It makes drool gather at the corners of his mouth. So excited
is he to taint that smell with his own, as though further branding the boy as
his property. Speaking of…He gazes in longing at the slender neck and shoulder.
Edd's skin is utterly unblemished and so damn smooth.
Not for long…
He bends his head forward to latch his lips to the juncture of Edd's shoulder
and neck. Edd screams softly, his voice nearly gone already. Good. Maybe he
can't screech like a lil banshee anymore…He works the skin between his lips and
teeth until what's left behind is a lovely, shining bruise. When that's done,
he starts moving down Edd's body. More whimpers and screaming follow, but he
pays it no mind. He's heard plenty of Edd's screaming. Nothing new. Nothing
he's not already heard and responded to. If Edd wants a reply, he'll have to
change his tone.
He moves down Edd's body until he reaches his small cock. His balls have
dropped, Terry notes, but he really isn't far enough along in his development
to be considered a man by any stretch. Still a boy; a pretty, girly-boy. He
wonders, vaguely, if he's even capable of ejaculation yet. One way to find
out…He grins up at the boy, who's still not looking at him out of shame.
"So, Princess…" he begins softly, suddenly alerting the boy to his position
over his crotch, "You say you aint never touched yourself before, right?"
Edd doesn't answer vocally, instead shaking his head back and forth rapidly.
Terry chuckles.
"Well, that's okay," he assures him, "That just means I'll be the one to teach
you how."
"I-I don't want to!"
"Aww…but you like to learn, don't you, my little bookworm?" Terry strokes the
boy's outer thighs, groping his backside a bit. "Well, I'm gonna learn ya how
to feel good."
"No!" Edd whines.
"Oh yes…" Terry moves his hands to the inside of Edd's thighs, "Don't you
worry, beautiful. I'll go slow with you at first. Make you love it. Make you
moan my name. You remember what it is, don't you?"
Edd tucks his chin to his chest, wincing a little.
"T-Terry…"
"Louder."
"Terry…"
"Very good, my little Edd," Terry purrs, sliding his hand up further, "Now, let
me show you heaven."
With that, he cups Edd's balls, making him recoil in shock.
"Take your hands off of my most private nether-regions!" Edd demands, "This is
unsanitary! Immoral! I insist you cease this vile behavior this instant!"
"Fuck that."
Terry rolls the small scrotum in his hand, rubbing the slightly engorged testes
with his thumb. Edd writhes on the bed, his hands clambering for everything and
nothing all at once while he blathers incoherently for him to stop. Glancing up
at Edd's face, Terry uses his other hand to carefully stroke the shaft of the
boy's cock. That gets an even bigger reaction. Hoarse screams and stuttering
gasps. Edd starts wildly kicking, desperate to make him stop. Grimacing, Terry
grabs his legs and shoots him a look.
"If you don't hold still, I'm gonna have to get rough."
"I will not!" Edd wails, "Take your filthy hands off of me, you brute! I will
not allow you to violate me any farther!"
Terry heaves a mocking laugh; "Oh yeah? And just what're you gonna do about it,
Princess? Aint nobody around to hear you — to help you. S'just you 'n me…" He
reaches up to lace his fingers with Edd's, "and I aint about to let you slip
through my fingers."
"No!" Edd tries to pull his hands away, but the chains prevent him from moving
them much at all, "You can't do this to me! I'm just a child! Can you honestly
tell me you are comfortable engaging in such wretched behavior as violating a
child?!"
"Enough!" Terry barks back, one hand closing around the thin throat.
Whatever further protests Edd might have made get caught in his throat. The
chains prevent him from bringing his hands down to try and pry Terry's hand off
of him. Only when his eyelids start to flutter and his choked breathing slows
does the man let up and ease his grip. Edd coughs as oxygen floods his lungs
again.
"I told you I'd start gettin' rough if you didn't hold still," Terry growls.
Edd's started crying again and he's peering up at him through tearful eyes.
"A…Are…A-Are you going to…t-to…kill me…?"
Terry glares at him, enraged at the very suggestion. He rests his forehead
against Edd's.
"Not if you do what I say."
Edd gazes into his eyes, his breathing uneven. He doesn't respond further than
that, but as far as Terry's concerned, he doesn't need to. He's stopped his
screaming and sobbing. That's enough proof that he's finally gotten the memo.
Now he can finally get serious.
Sitting up, Terry reaches back into the bedside table drawer. Edd takes a
tentative peek inside before gasping softly and turning his head away again
with a bright blush. Terry, meanwhile, picks out one of the bottles of
lubricant. Gonna start small and slow. At least for now. He settles himself
between Edd's legs, hoisting them up on either side of his hips. As Edd glances
back at him, brow furrowed, Terry coats his fingers in the slick gel.
"Wh…What is that?"
Terry grins at him; "This is what's gonna stop you from hurtin' too much while
I play with you."
Edd pouts; "But…what…is it?"
"Lube," Terry explains, "To help stretch you out."
"I don't understand…"
"You really don't know shit about sex, do you?"
Edd pales, his eyes growing wide. He turns his attention down to look at the
man's cock, still hard and dangerously close to his own. That prideful smirk
returns to Terry's lips as Edd seems to compare the size-difference between
them. He chuckles softly, pushing Edd's legs further apart.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he purrs, "I can make it fit."
"Th-That doesn't make any sense!" Edd protests, "C-Copulation occurs b-between
a man and a woman for the sake of reproduction!"
"So you do know about sex?" Terry comments, cocking his brow, "But clearly not
much…Sex aint just for makin' babies, Princess."
"B-But I'm not a girl!"
Terry rolls his eyes; "I'm aware." He lowers his gel-coated fingers, grazing
the sensitive flesh of Edd's perineum and making the boy cringe in shock. "But
you're enough of a girl for me. And that's all that matters."
"No! No!" Edd sobs, "P-Please! Not that!"
Ignoring Edd's pleas, Terry carefully works his finger into the boy's anus. The
ring of muscle is tight and unyielding as Edd cries out in shock and pain. He
tugs harder on the chains, shrieking his discomfort. Terry places his hand on
Edd's abdomen, holding him down.
"Easy, Princess," he coos, "It always hurts a little at first."
"Stop! Please!" Edd wails, "I beg of you! It hurts!"
Terry heaves a laugh at that.
"This is nothing," he snickers, "You're gonna have a lot bigger than this up
your cute little ass before the night's over."
Pathetic little whines and pleas are all Edd can manage in response to that.
Terry works his finger in and out, pushing it in as deep as he can manage, then
back out to simulate things to come.
"Relax, sweetheart," Terry commands softly, "It only hurts more when you're all
tense."
In response, Edd tries to calm his breathing, his toes curling as he attempts
to relax his body. Good. He knows this is inevitable. His little Princess is
smart enough to grin and bear it. Well, maybe not 'grin', per say, but he will
be bearing with it since he can't hope to escape. Terry allows him several
minutes to adjust to the feeling before adding in a second finger. Slow n'
steady and all that shit. Another painful cry slips past Edd's lips and he
arches his back again. Like the first finger, he spends plenty of time allowing
Edd to adjust. This time, however, he begins scissoring his fingers back and
forth as well; carefully stretching him out. The tears have begun anew and
Edd's trying his damnedest to escape the probing fingers.
"No more! Please!"
With his free hand resting beside Edd's body, Terry leans forward into his
face.
"Shh…"
Those pleading eyes fall upon him again.
"Puh…Please…L-Let me go…Stop this…"
"Oh no, Princess…" Terry coos, leaving tender little kisses over Edd's tear-
soaked cheeks, "Not when I'm this close."
Sniffling, Edd bows his head, pulling his knees towards himself. His thighs
brush against Terry's hips, making the man moan softly in desire. His eyes roam
over Edd's face for a moment before he leans in to kiss him again. Edd gives a
warbling moan into his lips, screwing his eyes shut tight. His tongue slips
into Edd's mouth, slithering over the boy's teeth and playing with his tongue.
Assuming that Edd's distracted enough by this, he manages to squeeze in one
more finger. Edd breaks away from the kiss by turning his head away, screaming.
Rolling his eyes, Terry grabs his jaw and turns his head back.
"What'd I say about relaxing?"
"Stop…! Stop…!" Edd sobs softly, his eyes still shut tight, "I…I can't take
it…! Please…! Please stop…!"
"Just bear with it a lil longer. Trust me, darlin' this is necessary for what I
got planned for you. Without this, it'd hurt a helluva lot worse."
Finally, Edd opens his eyes, looking straight up. Not at anything in
particular, as far as Terry can tell. Just gazing up and staring through the
wall.
"I beg of you," he whimpers, silenced momentarily as Terry stretches all three
fingers, "Please stop this. Please!"
"You can ask that till you're blue in the face, but I aint gonna do it. I've
waited too damn long for this. So you're gonna lie back and fuckin' take it."
He works Edd's ass for a while, carefully stretching out the fragile ring of
muscle. When he believes that Edd's loosened up enough, he decides there's no
better time to get to the main event. After he's removed his fingers, he sees
Edd heave a sigh of relief and his body finally go lax. He's not sobbing like
before, and has instead been reduced to allowing silent tears to trickle down
to soak his hair and the sheets beneath. His eyes have slid blissfully shut.
Aside from the occasional whispered plea, Terry could have mistaken him to be
sleeping. He takes the opportunity to coat his cock with the lubricant while
also stroking himself back to full erection. All of Edd's blubbering had been
an unexpected turn-off…
Only when he tosses the bottle of lube back into the drawer does Edd finally
look at him again. His weary eyes fall upon him before drifting down towards
his groin. They go wide in horror at the sight of the man's engorged penis,
glistening with the colorless gel. The chains clink and strain as Edd scrambles
to pull away.
"N-No! No!" he shrieks, "Y-You wouldn't!"
Terry doesn't respond to that. Why bother? It's the same bullshit over and
over. Nothing he says at this point will change it. Edd's legs kick wildly as
Terry grabs his hips, but his efforts are ultimately futile. Despite refusing
to hold still, his legs are spread wide to accommodate the man's girth and
they're held in place. As the head of Terry's cock presses against his already
sore hole, Edd tries to bring his knees together — to close his legs in a
pitiful attempt to stop the unstoppable. It only serves to squeeze Terry's
waist, however, and help to hold him in place. Because of this, Terry has to
expend a lot less effort in keeping him still and he only needs to use one hand
to hold Edd's hip. He keeps the other around his cock as he begins moving his
hips, slowly pushing past that tight ring of muscle.
The screaming that Terry has chosen to tune out starts to break through again.
More of the same begging and pleading — Stop! Please! No More! Dear God, STOP!
— goes ignored as the man returns the hand that was on his cock to its place on
Edd's hip. He starts pulling Edd towards him, gritting his teeth against the
tight heat constricting his cock. When he's pulled the boy flush against his
hips, he stops for a moment.
He throws all expectations out the window. It's so much better than he would
have ever imagined. His head swims, dizzy from the experience. Almost too
tight, but deliciously warm. As far as he's concerned, it's a perfect fit.
Heavenly. Terry's eyes flutter shut and he bends forward. Whatever Edd's doing,
he hardly notices. All that exists is this pleasure. He nuzzles his nose
against Edd's neck, sucking in his tantalizing smell.
"Fuuuuuck…" he sighs, his hands sliding up and down Edd's hips.
It's not long before he finds he has to move again, like he has no control over
his own body. Almost on their own, his hips give a sharp jerk back and forth,
making Edd yelp in pain. He carefully rises to sit up, his breathing labored
slightly as his desire washes over him. Edd squints up at him, likely unable to
focus much through his pain. Sure it must hurt. Hell, he knows it does. But why
should he care about that shit? Particularly when he feels this good…Gripping
Edd's hips tight, he starts rocking into him in earnest.
He's tempted to remove the chains. It's not like he necessarily needs them
right now. Edd can't get away and damn if he doesn't want to feel those
adorable little hands on him — even if it's to push him away. No. Not yet. He
does, however, bend forward again to press his body against Edd's. The
sensation of their flesh rubbing together with each thrust is pure heaven. He
moans into Edd's ear, hissing his name and all the little pet names he can
think of.
"My name, Princess," he breathes, "Moan it for me, sweetheart."
Edd shakes his head. Cocking his brow, Terry slips his hand between them to
stroke Edd's cock in time with his thrusts. That gets him talking.
"T-Terry!" he whines, drawing another long moan from the man, "S-Stop! Please!"
Of course, he doesn't. It only makes him increase his pace. His hands are
locked on Edd's hips so tight that he wonders if he can even pry them away when
this is done. But that's a worry for later. All that matters now is the bliss
of their union. The speed and strength of his thrusts are becoming more and
more intense. Edd's screams have faded as his voice gives out and he can only
manage grunts and groans to voice his agony. Terry's long since abandoned his
attempts to arouse Edd as well. He can work on that later. For now, he needs to
get the hell off.
Finally, that wonderful peak draws near. Terry hoists himself up, leaning
against one arm while gripping Edd's hip with the other. Edd's barely clinging
to consciousness, his eyes glazing over.
"Stay with me, Princess," he commands softly through his panting breath,
"C'mon, I wanna hear you moan my name. Tell me what I wanna hear."
It appears to only just get through.
"T…Terry…" he mumbles softly, "Ter…ry…"
Good enough. Burying his nose in the crook of Edd's neck, Terry pulls Edd in to
meet his thrusts. Nearly there…His vision starts to tunnel. Closer still. He
bites and gnaws on Edd's neck, his moans muffled by the boy's soft flesh. It's
with a low, deep groan that he reaches his orgasm, his body going tense as he
cums inside Edd. His toes curl and his fingers clutch at Edd's hip and at the
sheets below. His teeth clamp shut, drawing a sharp cry out of Edd.
As he comes down from that high, he can taste some blood on his teeth. Looking
down at Edd's neck, he finds that the skin that had been caught between his
teeth while his body tensed is bleeding. It's nothing serious, but it clearly
hurts. Edd's weakly trying to pull his hands down to hold his neck. He's not
trying to pull away from Terry anymore. Must be too tired or in too much pain
for that.
Once Terry's breathing has calmed enough, he reaches up to undo the chains. Edd
glances at him, his brow furrowed. When his arms are free, he gingerly pulls
them down, curling up a bit as he holds his bleeding neck. Terry feels the
boy's ass constrict around his cock — a reflex movement to remind him of the
obstruction, most likely — and he sees him cringe in pain.
"Hold still," he grumbles with a sigh.
Despite how badly he wants to just stay like this for the rest of the night, he
carefully pulls his cock out from that tight heat. The sensation draws a soft
hiss from him and a sob from Edd before Terry settles again beside him. He
pulls Edd's fragile body against his own, sighing contently. Edd looks up at
him, quivering as Terry combs his fingers through his hair.
"Be good for me, Princess," he commands softly, "You stay here with me and get
some sleep and I'll give you a treat when we wake up."
Edd doesn't respond. Instead, he curls up a bit, tucking his head into Terry's
shoulder. Pleased, Terry grabs the blanket and pulls it up over them. Then it's
back to cradling Edd to him like a child coddles a doll until he drifts to
sleep.
***** A Bro-gone Conclusion *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
Hours pass before Terry stirs from his pleasant slumber. He swears he can still
feel his body tingling. As he becomes more and more aware of his waking, he
notices that the small body he fell asleep upon is no longer beneath him. With
a languid stretch, he reaches out to touch him. Instead, his fingers meet only
the sheets.
His eyes shoot open. The spot where Edd reallyshould be is vacant. He grits his
teeth and turns to the door. The panic that had taken him quells instantly. The
door's not yet been opened and Edd's still in the room with him. He's
struggling with the door, key in his shaking hand, but unable to make contact
with the lock. Terry grimaces a bit when he notices that Edd's pulled his
clothes back on. Beside him on the floor are his shoes — guess he didn't want
to put them on 'til he got out? — and Terry's discarded pants.
Rolling his eyes, Terry clears his throat, reclining on the bed when Edd
freezes.
"Did I fuckin' say you could get outta bed?" he grumbles, "Get back over here
so I don't have to come get you."
Edd hunches forward slightly, hesitating in his movements. Finally, he speaks
in a soft, hoarse voice.
"Puh…Please…" he begs, "I-I want to go home…"
"Ask me if I care," Terry scoffs, "Now, get over here. I aint gonna tell you
again."
Still, Edd hesitates. If Terry had to guess, he's calculating his options. Best
make sure those options are limited to coming back to him. Whipping the covers
off of himself, he throws his legs over the side of the bed and rises to his
feet.
"You're pushin' your luck, kid."
He can see Edd quivering now before he finally turns around. When he finds the
man still naked, he averts his gaze, his legs bending inward and his hands
coming up to grab the edge of his hat and the hem of his shirt.
"N…N-No!" he stutters, "I-I'm going home!"
Terry shoots him a menacing look, his fingers curling into fists.
"I told you, Princess," he growls, stepping towards him, "You are home. You
belong to me now."
"I belong in Peach Creek!" Edd retorts, leaning back against the door. "With my
friends! And my parents! A-And I want to return to them immediately!"
"Tough shit," Terry takes a rough grip on Edd's wrist, yanking his hand towards
him and forcing him to pull his hat off again. "I said you're mine! And that
means you're gonna do what I fuckin' say. And I say you're gonna get your sweet
little ass back into bed!"
Edd struggles against him, trying to pry Terry's hand off of his wrist.
"Take your hands off of me!" he cries, "I'm going home!"
With a growl, Terry drags Edd back over to the bed and grabs the chains that
are still connected to the frame. Before the boy can protest much further,
Terry latches the first manacle back onto his wrist.
"No!" Edd screams, trying to pull his arm away, "Take them off!"
"Shut up!" Terry sneers, smacking him once across his face.
When Edd lifts his free hand to caress his cheek, Terry grabs that wrist too
and forces it into the other shackle. He shoves Edd onto the bed, locking him
back into place. Edd sobs pathetically in response, writhing against his bonds.
Terry climbs up onto the bed with him. Before anything else, he yanks the
purple shorts and underwear back down and throws them away again. Edd tries his
damnedest to kick his socked feet, but to no avail. Terry decides to shuck the
socks off as well. Now that Edd's arms are restrained above him like before, he
can't hope to remove his shirt intact anymore. So why bother trying to leave it
intact? Taking the part of the shirt that he tore earlier in hand, he tears it
completely in half to expose Edd's torso to him once again. Edd throws his head
back and forth, shrieking in earnest.
"No no no!" He kicks his legs and pulls on the chains, "Let me go! Let me go!"
Terry raises his hand again; "I told you to shut up!"
Edd's eyes are screwed shut or he might've seen that smack coming. He sobs
pitifully, still tugging at the chains. Jesus fuck! Terry feels like his ears
are fuckin' bleeding! He hits him again in a desperate hope to silence him. And
again. And again…
Finally, Edd lies still, sniffling and stuttering as he tries to silence
himself. 'Bout fuckin' time! With a huff, Terry reclines beside him. This is
turning out to be more of a headache than he initially bargained for. While he
rubs his forehead to quell his anger, he vaguely notices that Edd's pulled his
legs to his chest and he's trying to curl up and away. Rolling his eyes, Terry
grabs his leg and pulls him onto his back again. It makes Edd whine in protest,
but that's about it. Otherwise, he doesn't fight. Pleased, Terry holds onto the
boy's leg, petting the soft skin of Edd's thigh. The little, mewling whimpers
he earns are fuckin' precious. He admires him in silence for a while. No more
screaming or yelling. It's finally pleasant. That is, before Edd ruins it by
talking.
"Why are you doing this…?" he asks softly.
Well, at least he's quieter about it…
"Cuz I want to."
Edd turns to peek at him.
"Where…Wh-Where did you get those…pictures…?"
Cocking his brow, Terry looks back at him, making Edd blush and look away
again.
"Y-You have…p-pictures…" he explains, "I-In the cabinet…"
"What were you doin' lookin' through my shit?"
"Trying to find a key for the door," Edd grumbles, his look becoming more angry
for a second, "I didn't see where you put it…" He pauses, taking a shaky
breath. "Where did you get those pictures? And so…many? Have…H-Have you been
spying on me? A-And for how long?!"
"Not important."
"Yes it is!" Edd whines, struggling again, "You've put me through the most vile
experience I've ever endured and I don't know why! I demand an answer! Why are
you doing this to me?! Why me?!"
Terry doesn't answer right away. He wonders how much of that he even should
answer. How would his little Princess react to learning his own best friend
had, in a sense, betrayed him? That his best friend had been the one to send
him those pictures which drove him to this madness?
He's brought from these musings by his stomach growling. Shit…Guess it has been
a while since he's eaten, and he worked up one hell of an appetite…Putting a
smile on his face, he turns his focus back to Edd and leans over him.
"Are you hungry, Princess?" he asks softly, tracing Edd's lip with his thumb.
"I don't want food!" Edd snaps back, jerking his head away, "I want answers!
Why do you have those pictures?!"
"I told you, Princess," Terry sneers, "It's not important. What's important now
is that you're finally here and you're mine."
"I'm not yours!"
"You say that, but we'll change that attitude soon enough," Terry chuckles,
rising to his feet.
He walks over to his closet, ignoring the clanking of chains from the bed as he
grabs his robe. As he pulls it on, he returns to Edd's side. He leans over him
again, drawing close to his face.
"You wait here, Princess. I'll bring you something yummy."
After a quick peck to his lips, he stands straight and leaves the room,
grabbing the key from where it had been left in the door. Edd starts screaming,
but it's cut short the second Terry shuts the door again. It's good to have
that confirmation that the soundproofing is so effective. Satisfied, he
retreats to the kitchen. As he passes the bathroom, however, he stops, suddenly
aware of his full bladder. A quick stop to bleed the lizard and then it's back
to his mission for food. Swinging by the fridge first, he guzzles down a bottle
of water to quench the intense thirst he'd built up earlier. He slams the
bottle down onto the counter, his breathing ragged and heavy from the long
drink. Then, he returns to the fridge to look for anything quick and easy he
can make for Edd to eat.
He never liked to cook — too much work — so any meals he'd prepare himself were
usually easy to manage. There were some exceptions, of course — can't beat
bacon for breakfast — but he liked simple. As such, the components to make a
variety of simple sandwiches are all here; a few deli meats like ham and
bologna, a jar of pickles, peanut butter with its partner jelly beside it, and
some condiments. But what would a kid Edd's age like? PB&J seems like a winner.
All kids like that, right? It's a staple of childhood…With that in mind, he
retrieves the two jars and sets them on the counter before grabbing the bag of
bread. It hasn't been a week yet since he bought it, so he's not too worried
about the bread going bad, but he checks it anyway just in case. All good; no
questionable-looking splotches or possible mold and a quick test of the texture
shows that it's still soft and malleable, as opposed to hard and dried out.
Good.
While he prepares a couple of sandwiches, he wonders how long he was out…They
got in around five, but is it even the same day? Is it morning now? A glance at
the window above the sink suggests otherwise. It's dark as fuck out there, save
for the soft glow of artificial light shining from the other side of the
trailer. And he can just hear the music from the park creeping under his door.
Park's still open. How long have they been back? He turns to the clock on his
microwave. 10:00 P.M. That would explain why he can hear the noises of the
park…
Okay, so now he knows the time, but there's a much more pressing matter he must
address regarding his little 'house guest'. He munches absentmindedly on one of
the sandwiches as he ponders. He hadn't anticipated Edd to be so damn stubborn.
Everything he'd gathered from Eddy gave him the impression that his Princess
was an obedient little waif when in the presence of authority figures and that
he would follow any order given to him by an adult. Instead, he was
surprisingly rebellious. Guess it kind've made sense…A kid wouldn't (or really
shouldn't) be as ready for sexual stuff like an adult would be. Even so, Edd's
refusal to submit to him is not what he expected and he's not pleased about it.
He expected a fight, but not quite to this extent.
It occurs to him that he may have a problem on his hands. Not necessarily Edd's
disobedience —that much will be easy enough to deal with over time. Edd's
screaming is what's proving to be a concern. If he can't get Edd to keep his
damn mouth shut before the week is out, he may not be able to leave him alone.
At least not for very long. And with Mike riding his ass about work, he can't
afford to miss his shifts and risk having him or any of his other coworkers
snooping around his trailer. He also can't just keep Edd bound up and gagged
for hours on end. As easy as that is on the surface, it'd make him even more
stiff and unresponsive, which would make training him a lot more difficult.
He'll have to give Edd some mobility, but still limit it so that he can't
actually escape. Keeping him in the bathroom would be the easiest solution, he
thinks — make sure Edd has access to the toilet when he can't be home and all
that. It'll reduce any unwanted messes too. But if Edd's gonna be screaming all
the damn time, then he'll have to make some adjustments in the bathroom.
Seems like another trip to the hardware store is in order…
But that'll have to wait, he needs to bring Edd his food. Grabbing the plate,
he does just that, returning to the bedroom. As expected, when he opens the
door, Edd tries to start screaming again, but it doesn't last. Terry shuts the
door and locks it up too quick after slipping back inside. Clearly, Edd's
figured out that screaming when the door's shut is futile. What gets Terry's
attention next, though, is how Edd's situated himself. He's pulled himself up
so that his face is closer to the leather strap of the manacles and has managed
to loosen one just enough to slip his right hand out. He must have just done
that too, because the other wrist is still bound tight and rather than try to
free it, he's instead pulled the covers up haphazardly over his nether regions.
Cocking his brow, Terry approaches the bed, making the boy begin to shake.
"What a busy little bee you've been…" he murmurs, setting the plate on the
bedside table top.
"I want to go home," Edd states, his voice aquiver.
Terry turns to him with a sneer; "You keep sayin' that like it's something
that's gonna fuckin' happen if you do."
He mounts the bed, straddling Edd's waist. The boy's free hand comes up to push
and smack against Terry's chest and shoulder, demanding he leave him be.
Terry's hateful grimace intensifies as he grabs that wrist in a bruising grip.
Edd's words slip into pitiful little squeals of pain and surprise. He gazes up
at Terry, delicious fear shining in his eyes. It almost makes the man's angry
look falter in delight. But he doesn't let the mask fall.
"I'm gettin' damn tired of this disobedient bullshit from you," he growls, "If
you don't keep your pretty little mouth shut and do what I fuckin' tell you, I
will hurt you. I ain't gonna kill you, but I'll make you wish I did. Do you
understand me?"
He can see Edd gulp as he shrivels in on himself and nods.
"Good," Terry growls, "Then I expect a change of tone, Princess. I expect you
to show me a little respect."
Again, Edd nods. Those fearful eyes flicker over to the door and then back to
Terry's face.
"M…May I…M-May I puh-please use the lavatory…?" he asks softly, his cheeks
flushing slightly in embarrassment.
"The what?"
Edd shifts a bit, looking uncomfortable; "B-Bathroom."
"Ah. I dunno, sweetheart," Terry retorts, "I'm still pretty miffed 'bout the
way you been actin'. I think you owe me a lil apology first."
Edd pouts up at him before mumbling something under his breath.
"What was that?"
After a soft sigh, Edd speaks a little louder; "I-I'm sorry, Terry…"
"Sorry for what?"
A little whimper. "I-I'm sorry for my behavior, Terry."
"That's better," Terry purrs, leaning down to kiss him again, "Sure, I'll take
you to the bathroom."
Before he unshackles Edd, however, he reaches back into the drawer and
withdraws the ball gag.
"Wh-What's that…?" Edd asks shakily.
"Just a lil somethin' to make sure you don't go screamin' your head off again."
Edd hunches his shoulders; "Wh-What if I just…promise not to…?"
Terry chuckles, unlatching the strap on the gag.
"You must think I'm pretty stupid to suggest that," he comments, holding each
strap of the gag, "Now, that's enough questions. Open your mouth."
As expected, Edd's reluctant at first. He clamps his mouth shut, staring at the
big, red ball in concern.
"C'mon, Princess," Terry coos, "Just pretend it's one of them jawbreakers you
love so much."
With a weak sneer, Edd finally obeys, opening his mouth slightly.
"Wider."
Edd winces at the command, but does as he's told. Content, Terry shoves the
ball into Edd's mouth, startling him and making him gag for a moment. Before
Edd can try to push him away again with his feeble little hand, Terry leans
over him and adjusts the strap around Edd's head so that the device is secured
tightly into place. He then grabs Edd's free wrist and sits back again.
"There we go," he states cheekily, "How's that feel, sweetheart? Too tight?"
Edd nods, his brow furrowed against his discomfort.
"Good."
He slides off the bed again before reaching up to unlatch the manacle around
Edd's left wrist. When the boy is free, Terry pushes the shredded shirt off of
the boy's shoulders and discards it before helping him to his feet again. Edd's
free hand shoots immediately to his groin in an attempt to cover his genitals.
He asks a muffled question that Terry clearly can't understand, drawing the man
to cock his brow in response. Shoulders slumping, Edd gestures towards Terry's
robe and then to himself. Now it starts to make sense. Can I have something to
cover up with?
"No," Terry says firmly, turning Edd towards the door, "After your little potty
break and after you've had a bite to eat, we're gonna get back down to
business. And you aint gonna need clothes for that."
Edd responds with a muffled wail, which Terry ignores as he leads Edd from the
room. The boy's stiff and he walks awkwardly; clearly still in pain from losing
his virginity. Before they step through the door, Terry grabs the strap near
the back of Edd's head while also digging his fingers into the boy's hair. It
draws another squeal of pain from Edd, but the message also gets through: Try
to run and I will hurt you. Other than Edd bringing his hands up to try to pry
Terry's off of him, he is unable to do much against the action. Satisfied,
Terry leads Edd to the bathroom, directing him by the hand on the back of his
head. When they enter, Terry shuts and locks the door behind him (just in case)
and then escorts Edd over to the toilet near the back of the room. At first,
Edd does nothing but hold his hands over his crotch. Terry cocks his brow.
"Well?" he urges.
He can feel Edd trying to turn his head towards him and he allows it. The look
in his eyes speaks volumes. Privacy, please?
"Did you think I was just gonna leave you alone in here?" Terry scoffs, "Forget
it, sweetheart. You've made it very clear that I can't trust you enough to
leave you alone just yet. Until I can, I'm gonna have to keep a close eye on
you. Now, I suggest you get to it, cuz this'll be the last chance you get till
tomorrow."
Edd sobs softly behind the ball gag, his head falling forward again in shame.
Drool has also begun slipping past the ball, making the flesh around his lips
moist and shining. Terry licks his own lips, cursing the fact that he'll have
to wait before he can taste that again. Hunching his shoulders, Edd shyly takes
hold of his cock. It seems to take him several minutes to get into a proper
mindset, which Terry can tell by the way the boy's ears burn a deep red in his
embarrassment, but he finally manages to relieve himself. Terry absentmindedly
checks his nails, waiting as patiently as he can. No real use in rushing it.
The toilet flushes, drawing him to turn his attention back to Edd. He ushers
the boy to the sink to let him wash his hands. After seeing the extent of his
OCD back at his home, he's not about to prevent him from washing his hands.
Save that little tactic for later, perhaps…
When Edd's all cleaned up, he returns with him to the bedroom. Only after the
door is shut and locked behind them does Terry remove the ball gag. Once the
obstruction is removed, Edd rubs at and stretches his jaw, sore already from
the ball forcing his mouth to stay open. Terry doesn't let him work out the
soreness for long before he forces Edd back onto the bed. Edd recoils from him,
trying to move as far away as he can. Rolling his eyes, Terry grabs his ankle
and drags him back over to him.
"No! No please!" Edd begs, digging his fingers into the sheets.
"Relax, Princess," Terry seers back, sitting down on the bed beside him, "We
aint gonna get back to the good stuff for a while. Now, I did say you could
eat, didn't I?"
Startled, Edd glances to the bedside table before sighing softly. It relaxes
him some and he allows Terry to pull him back over to the side of the bed. That
relaxation is eradicated in an instant as Terry hoists Edd into his lap.
"Wh-What are you doing?!" he gasps, wriggling against the hands holding him
down.
"I said we're not gonna fuck again," Terry clarifies, burying his nose in Edd's
neck, "At least not right away. But that don't mean I'm not gonna play with you
while you eat."
"I don't like this…" Edd mumbles, still trying to slip off of Terry's lap to
sit on the sheets instead.
He finally manages to shift back onto the mattress, but it doesn't do much
good. Instead, Terry slips around to sit behind the boy. He doesn't pull Edd
into his lap, opting to just sit behind him and rest his legs on either side of
Edd's hips. He wraps his arm around Edd's waist, holding him still. Edd
wriggles against him, trying to push himself away.
"That's enough of that," Terry orders, "I suggest you get to eatin',
sweetheart. Cuz I ain't gonna let you make me wait to fuck again you for much
longer."
Edd certainly doesn't look comfortable with this notion, but he seems to be at
least halfway willing to comply with it. It's enough for now, Terry supposes.
He'll show a bit of leniency for the time being — see if he can catch his
little fly easier with honey. As long as Edd behaves himself, he won't have to
get rough. And as long as Edd learns who the boss is, he'll continue giving him
room to improve. He reaches over Edd and grabs the plate from the bedside table
to hold it in front of him. Smart kid that he is, though, Edd's hesitant to
take the sandwich. Probably thinks it's poisoned or something…
"Relax, Princess," Terry scoffs, rubbing Edd's hip, "I told you; I aint gonna
kill you. And I aint interested in puttin' weird shit in your food." Not yet…
That's enough to calm him and urge him to take the sandwich into his hands.
Terry sets the plate aside and returns his focus to embracing the small figure
before him. He pulls Edd towards him so that the boy's bare back is flush
against his chest. Edd reacts by pausing mid-bite and whining in discomfort.
"Shh…" Terry coos, leaning into Edd's ear as he moves his hands over the boy's
thighs, "C'mon, darling…Gotta keep your energy up for tonight."
Edd gulps down his food, curling in on himself and quivering. He eats quickly,
making Terry chuckle.
"Eager to get started again, huh?" he breathes, kissing the boy's neck.
He hears Edd gag a bit and sees him cover his mouth, but after a moment, he
finishes the sandwich. Terry licks his lips, his hands moving back to grip
Edd's hips.
"Now then," he purrs, "Let's get back to the fun."
"No…" Edd whimpers, trying to pry Terry's hands off of him.
He draws his legs inward, trying to shield his genitals from Terry's groping
touch. But he's too weak. The meager meal did nothing to rejuvenate him and
he's still well over-powered by his captor. Terry has him on his back before he
can blink and he's already reaching for the lubricant.
Edd's whimpers turn to sobs; "No! Please no!"
"You'll like it if you just relax, Princess."
He pries Edd's legs apart again. As he coats his fingers in the lube, he
considers other sexual exploits they can engage in. He could enjoy the feeling
of Edd's mouth on him or vice versa. There are also all the toys he has lying
in wait in the drawer, eager to be chosen and used on the quivering child. But
that's not what he wants now. All he wants now is to revel in the feeling of
skin upon skin. To be joined with his beloved now that he finally has him in
his grasp. Anything else can wait.
As he prepares Edd, he chooses not to put the manacles back on him. He was too
eager before. He wants to take his time now. Play with him, feel Edd's little
hands upon him. He stretches Edd slowly, carefully. By the little whimpers that
Edd's making and the way he's writhing, Terry can tell that he's still in great
pain. His cute little toes are curled and he's digging his fingers into the
man's chest. His voice is too hoarse to scream any more, but his mouth is open
wide in anticipation of one. He's started crying again too, his tears soaking
the pillow beneath his head. Terry relishes the sight. It's exhilarating to
know he'd driven Edd to this moment. That it's because of him that the boy is
writhing and whining upon his sheets, begging for relief he has no interest in
providing.
After several long minutes of carefully stretching Edd's abused hole, the boy
finally collapses upon the mattress; too weak and hurt to fight it anymore.
That's more like it…Terry slides his hand up Edd's hip, tracing up along the
plush waist. Edd squirms only a little at that. With half-lidded eyes, Terry
leans over him, grinning wickedly as he supports himself with the hand he takes
off of Edd's waist. He pauses, waiting for Edd to open his eyes to him. When he
does, peering up at him with a small glimmer of hope floating helpless in the
sea of green, Terry bends forward to kiss him, forcing those pretty eyes to
close again. He doesn't cease stretching Edd's ass out though, making the boy
grunt slightly every now and then. His little hands come up to try to push him
away, but to no avail.
Terry does eventually pull away from the kiss, though it's only to remove his
fingers and apply the lube to his cock. Edd lies in a heap below him, his
little chest heaving up and down. He weakly shakes his head, pleading softly
for him to stop. To let him go.
Of course he won't. He's in this for the long haul.
"Don't you worry, Princess," he breathes as he slips the robe off of himself,
"I'll make it feel good."
As he begins to press his erect penis past the tight ring of Edd's anus, he
strokes the boy's small, flaccid cock. Edd cries out in some mix of pain and
pleasure, his fingers curling into the sheets and his knees drawing together.
They falter when they meet Terry's bare torso, reminding him that the man above
him is just as naked as he is. For whatever reason that makes him blubber even
more.
Once Terry's fully sheathed his cock into Edd's ass, he waits for a moment. He
gropes the soft flesh of Edd's thigh, moaning softly as he presses the boy's
leg against his hip. Leaning over Edd, he presses his lips to the boy's neck,
sucking gently at the soft flesh there. Edd whimpers a bit, peeking up at him
shyly. Terry grins wickedly down at him.
"C'mon, sweetheart," he purrs, "Don't tell me it still hurts."
Edd responds by heaving weary little sobs, the only thing he can manage right
now. Oh well…He hasn't relented in his assault on Edd's penis, slowly and
carefully stroking the hardening flesh. It's a sensation Edd's clearly unused
to. He turns his head away, humiliation creeping onto his cheeks to sit and
burn. So damn cute! Terry takes a gentle grip on Edd's jaw and forces him to
look back at him, which Edd does quite reluctantly. His breath is rushing in
and out as little hiccups he can't control, making his crying worse. It's
almost sad, Terry must admit, but a part of him is undeniably turned on too.
Something about seeing his little Princess cry — knowing that he is the one who
made him cry — is fuckin' hot!
Terry starts picking up his pace; both his stroking and his thrusts. Edd
continues shaking his head weakly back and forth, mumbling softly. He can't
respond much physically. His back arches a bit the longer Terry strokes his
cock, but other than that, he's mostly limp. Tired. That's okay…Terry leans in
to pepper kisses along Edd's shoulder near where he bit him. Just makes this
all the easier. He can see that Edd's only just clinging to his consciousness
this time. He's still mumbling incoherently, his eyelids fluttering. Terry
kisses along Edd's neck and up to his ear, his breathing heavy.
"Stay with me, Princess," he breathes, "Talk to me."
Those pretty green eyes roll to look at him.
"Puh…Please…" he slurs, "No more…Huh…Hurts…"
"I know…" Terry coos, dragging his hand up Edd's hip, "But just bear with it a
little longer, sweetheart. I promise you'll love it."
Suddenly, Edd starts arching his back again, his whimpers becoming moans. He
clings to Terry's arms, his nails digging into the man's flesh. Terry feels the
ring around his cock tighten considerably. Oh, my Princess is about to have his
first orgasm!How appropriate. His little Edd should only ever experience sexual
pleasure by his hand, after all. It's not much longer before Edd's body goes
stiff. His knees press against Terry's hips and his nails grip like talons on
the man's arms. His hoarse little voice forces out a strangled cry as his body
is wracked by his climax. But, as predicted, he doesn't ejaculate. Still too
young for that, I guess…The tightness around his cock helps Terry reach his own
release. He pulls Edd towards him to meet his thrusts, holding him flush
against him as he rides out his orgasm.
Nuzzling Edd's neck, the veil of pleasure begins to fade and he finds himself
collapsed on top of to boy. He adjusts himself slightly, though Edd doesn't
seem to notice. He's still panting heavily and sobbing about the pain. Terry
brings Edd's hand to his lips and gently kisses his knuckles, soothing him ever
so slightly. Certainly more than Terry removing his cock from Edd's ass, of
course.
As Edd begins to slip into unconsciousness, Terry reluctantly rises to sit up.
He reaches back into the drawer and retrieves the handcuffs. He'd rather not
leave them on the boy all night, but he's been left with little option. Rather
than lock the boy's wrists above him or behind him, however, he latches the
cuffs to Edd's wrists in front of him. Should be a little more comfortable.
Before lying beside him, he sets up his alarm clock. He'll need to get up at
least before noon tomorrow — before any of his coworkers will be out and about.
9:00 A.M. should do it. Once the alarm is set, he settles in beside Edd and
pulls him in close. He moves Edd's arms so that they're locked around his neck.
That'll keep him from slipping away again. Pulling the covers up over them
both, he holds Edd close and settles in to sleep.
***** A Red Rag to a Bro *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
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.
***** Bring to Edd *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
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. Nowthat'sa 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?"
***** Bro a Fuse *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
Once they're dried off, Terry allows Edd to brush his teeth. He hadn't thought
to buy a new toothbrush specifically for Edd, leaving the boy with no choice
but to use Terry's for now. It makes him gag and groan, of course, but he's
clearly too desperate to scrub the taste out of his mouth to care about that.
Terry takes the opportunity to wash the dried spit off of the ball gag as well
to prepare it for its next use. When Edd spits out the fluoride and saliva that
had gathered while he brushed, Terry grabs his arm. He struggles at first,
trying to wrench his arm away again.
"Hold still!" Terry growls.
Edd eyes the gag with a whimper.
"P-Please," he begs softly, as he cradles his jaw, "N-Not again. M-My jaw h-
hurts so badly…"
"I don't care," Terry retorts, glaring down at him, "Open your mouth."
"I-I don't want to!" Edd insists.
"Oh yeah? I guess you don't wanna eat either, huh?" Terry asks, cocking his
brow, "Guess you just wanna stay in here instead? Well, that's fine. I ain't
got nothin' better to do, so we can stay in here as long you want. And you can
just fuckin' blow me all damn day and night. S'that what you want, Princess?"
"P-Please!" Edd sobs, rubbing at the tears escaping his eyes, "I-I'm so hungry.
P-Please let me eat."
"Then open your mouth," Terry orders, "The longer you put it off, the longer
you go without food."
Still sobbing, Edd finally relents, slowly opening his mouth again. Terry slips
the gag into his mouth and locks it into place. As he pulls away, he places a
kiss against the boy's forehead as a reward. Grabbing the tiny wrist, he ushers
the boy from the bathroom and back to the bedroom. There, he takes the gag off
and locks the door.
"Bed."
Edd cringes, backing away; "I-I thought you said…"
"I'll get you food, Princess," Terry retorts, "But first you're gonna get your
cute little ass back into bed."
A quick glance at the bed before Edd looks up at Terry again; "M-May I have
something t-to wear?"
"No." Edd gives him a pout. "Don't gimme that look, Princess. You've been very
naughty lately. Until you learn to behave yourself, you're gonna stay naked."
That cute little pout starts to turn into a glare until a loud, impatient growl
emits from his middle. He whines, slapping his arms over his stomach and
doubling over. With another sob, he hobbles over to the bed. Amazing what
hunger does to an unwilling body…After climbing up onto the mattress, Edd curls
up, holding his stomach and whimpering. Terry approaches the bed and leans over
him, drawing Edd's attention back to him. He gazes up at the man, tears in
those pretty eyes.
"I…I want to go home…" he whimpers, "Wh-Why are you doing this to me…? Wh-What
did I do to make you want to t-torture me like this…?"
"I don't want to keep doing this, Princess," Terry breathes, glaring down at
him, "I don't like doing this to you. But you're giving me no choice. Do what I
tell you — stop fighting me — and you'll find that I'm much more reasonable."
"D-Do you hate me?" Edd asks, his brow furrowed, "Is that why you're doing
this? Wh-What did I do to you? Wh-Why would you hate me?!"
Terry's fingers twitch, itching to wrap around the boy's throat for daring to
utter such horrible accusations. But he manages to fight against that urge. His
actions have been rather harsh. To a certain degree, he can understand Edd's
confusion. What he's done could be misconstrued as hatred…Taking a deep breath,
he ghosts his fingers over Edd's cheek, his look hard and focused entirely on
him.
"I didn't bring you here outta hate, Princess," he replies finally, "You're
very important to me. But if you keep misbehaving, you leave me no choice but
to punish you." He can feel Edd shivering. "Do what I say, and I won't have to
do that any more."
With tears shimmering in his eyes, Edd bows his head, giving what Terry
interprets to be a sign of surrender. Finally; progress. Satisfied, Terry rises
to stand straight and turns away.
"I'll bring you somethin' to eat," he states as he approaches the door,
grabbing his robe from the end of the bed.
Nothing else needs to be said after that. He doesn't need to give Edd any more
orders. He's so desperate for food that he won't be making any decisions that
might postpone his meal any longer. As he exits the room, however, he does
still lock the door behind him. Can't give him too much freedom.
Pulling on his robe, he returns to the kitchen, a simple plan in mind. He's not
giving Edd much at all. Gotta give him just enough that he'll be receptive to
his desires, but not enough to make him comfortable fighting back. Another PB&J
sandwich is the best option. Not so much that he'll feel full and content, but
just enough that he's no longer in pain.
He works quietly, glancing outside once or twice. The sun has only just begun
setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. He can't make out the
artificial light that would have surely come on by now, but he knows they're
there. Seems like Dave decided to mind his own business. Or maybe Mike just
isn't interested in dealing with him till his next shift? Either way, he's not
being bothered right now and that's all he cares about.
Once he's got a couple of sandwiches prepared, he grabs a bottle of water as
well and returns to the bedroom. He's damn tired from working on the bathroom
all damn day, he realizes with a yawn. After he feeds the little Princess, he
imagines he'll want to just get some sleep. They can fuck again in the morning
or something. As he walks into the room and kicks the door shut behind him, Edd
perks up. He eyes the plate of sandwiches with unwavering desire. So focused is
he on the food that he doesn't seem to notice the man locking the door behind
him.
As Terry returns to the bed and sits down, Edd scoots over to his side, trying
to resist the urge to snatch up one of the sandwiches. Clearly, he knows better
than to act without Terry giving him instructions. Best to take advantage of
this newfound obedience. Holding the food away, he motions for Edd to come to
him.
"You know the drill, Princess," he commands softly.
Edd hunches his shoulders, but his hesitation doesn't last nearly as long as it
would have before. He crawls forward and settles himself down into Terry's lap.
As expected, he looks mortified by his behavior, but that certainly won't last
long. He'll start to like it soon enough. Terry holds the plate towards Edd as
a reward, kissing his temple.
"See?" he coos, "I told ya I'd be more reasonable…"
Edd bows his head, having no answer for that as he hides his blushing face.
Terry hands him the water.
"How 'boutcha drink up first, though?"
No argument there, it seems, as Edd gratefully receives the bottle. He does
indeed start with a long drink of the water, managing to down about half of the
beverage. Gotta try to keep that in mind…Terry thinks with a grimace. He'd
forgotten in all of the commotion that he's gotta make sure Edd's hydrated as
well as fed. Once his thirst is sated, Edd shyly reaches for one of the
sandwiches and, when he's not reprimanded, takes it from the plate. He shovels
the food into his mouth, alternating between taking big bites and more long
gulps of water. Little globs of jelly drip from the bread, falling onto Edd's
chin and torso. This goes unnoticed for the moment as Edd focuses intently on
sating his hunger, though, as does the lustful gaze Terry locks upon him. He
licks his lips, trying to restrain himself for the moment. Let him eat first,
then fuck his brains out…then sleep.
The first sandwich is gone within moments and Edd pants heavily, having been
holding his breath to eat as much as he could, as fast as he could. When he
reaches for the other sandwich, Terry grabs his wrist. Startled, he glances up
at the man. Terry grabs his chin, holding Edd's gaze as he leans forward to
lick away the jelly left on Edd's jaw and lips. Quivering, Edd tries to push
him away.
"Hold still," Terry growls.
"C-Can't I f-finish eating…?" Edd whimpers.
"Who says you haven't?" Terry sneers, holding the plate away, "Maybe I say
you've had enough."
"Wh-What?!" Edd gapes, stretching to grab the plate back, "N-No! Please! I-I'm
still hungry!"
Terry grabs the water before shoving Edd backwards off his lap and onto the bed
again.
"No, not till you do somethin' for me."
"No!" Edd sobs, sitting up and backing away, "N-Not again! Y-You said I could
eat!"
"And you did," Terry counters, "You inhaled that sandwich, so I can see how
you'd forget, but you just ate, sweetheart."
"Y-You've starved me for a whole day!" Edd argues, lunging for the
plate,"That's not nearly enough!"
"Says who?" Terry retorts, holding him at bay, "Cuz I say it is. And I say if
you want more, you better gimme what I want!"
"Why are you doing this?!" Edd demands, trying to reach around the hand holding
him away, "Why are you being so vindictive?! I've done nothing to deserve
this!"
"It ain't got shit to do with vindictiveness, Princess. All I'm askin' is that
you do what I tell you. I ain't even told you what I want yet."
Edd pouts, but slowly backs down. He can't come up with a good argument for
that. Sitting back, he gives the man a cold, angry look, but he doesn't say
anything more against him.
"No," Terry states resting the plate on the bed, "In my lap."
"I don't want to," Edd replies, folding his arms across his chest.
"What did we just talk about?" Terry snarls, "Get back over here."
"No." Edd scoots back a little more. "I'd rather starve."
The edges of Terry's vision tinge red again as he shoots the boy a glare. This
petulant child schtick is getting old fast. With a growl, he bolts to his feet.
"If that's what you want? Then fine."
Grabbing the plate from the bed and the one he'd left on the bedside table
before, Terry stands up. He leaves the bottle of water on the table instead,
seeing nothing wrong with letting him have that at least. Edd scrambles towards
him, frantically reaching for the plate to snatch it from him. With a growl,
Terry backhands him, knocking him back onto the bed. But Edd is not willing to
tolerate the denial of more food any longer. He forces himself to recover as
quick as he's able so he can try again. It results in sending him to the floor
from losing his balance and slipping. He lands on his side, crying out a bit in
pain.
Gritting his teeth, Terry grabs the back of Edd's head, digging his fingers
into the boy's hair for a better grip. Edd shrieks, kicking his legs as he's
dragged back onto the bed and clawing at the wrist of the hand grabbing him. It
does no good. Terry sets the plates on the table again and retrieves the
shackles.
"Wh—? No!" Edd cries, struggling more intensely, "No! Stop it!"
Terry decides to interrupt that with a sharp smack. Once Edd's locked back into
place, sobbing and writhing and screaming for food, Terry grabs the ball gag to
silence him. It doesn't stop Edd from trying, of course, and he screams harder
against the gag that's forced into his mouth and locked tightly around his
head, but Terry shows no concern for this. He smacks the boy once more before
grabbing the plate and storming out of the room.
Upon reaching the kitchen, he throws the plate into the sink, causing it to
shatter and the peanut butter and jelly to splatter against the counter and
onto the floor. Fuck it…He tears open the fridge and yanks out a bottle of beer
to guzzle down.
"Little fucking brat!" he roars, finishing off the bottle and throwing it
against the wall.
Such bullshit! What's it gonna take to make that kid fucking cooperate?! He
grabs another beer from the fridge and another and another and sets them on the
table before grabbing one and chugging it down as well, but it takes a little
longer than the first. By the third bottle, he slumps down into a chair at the
table and buries his face in his hands. He wants to hit something — fuck that.
He wants to hit everything. But his body won't respond to that urge. He's
exhausted from everything he's done today, dammit! All he wanted to do was
crawl into bed with his little Princess and enjoy a full night's sleep. No work
tomorrow means he'll be able to sleep in and wake slow and steady. But now he
can't even enjoy getting to sleep.
You're going about this all wrong.
Startled, he glances up to find Edd across from him, leaning against his hand
with his elbow on the table. No. Not Edd. Not really.
"What the fuck?" Terry growls, glancing at the bottle, "You ain't s'posed to be
here anymore. I did what you wanted, dammit and now I'm stuck with a whiny
little fucker who won't do what I say."
That's because you're going about it all wrong.
The voice sounds more accurate than it did before. Probably because he's been
listening to the real thing for the past twenty-four hours.
"The fuck do you mean?" Terry sneers, finishing off the third bottle to open
the fourth, "What am I doing wrong?"
You can't keep throwing your little tantrums when I do something you don't
like.
"Quit talkin' like you're real," Terry grumbles, the fingers on his free hand
curling into fists, "My real Princess is all tied up in my fuckin' bedroom cuz
he was bein' a little shit."
You're missing my point. 'Edd' sits up, looking thoughtful. He pauses for a
moment, before continuing. I put unconditional trust into authority figures —
intoadults. And you've broken that trust.
"So what?" Terry takes another long drink, "Gotta smack around little brats
when they don't listen. S'the only way to make 'em listen."
But I'm delicate, Terry. 'Edd' leans forward again, giving him a sultry gaze.
You have to treat me gently.
Terry glares at him, gritting his teeth as he bolts to his feet.
"I'll be 'gentle' when you start givin' me what I fuckin' want!"
The rage-filled display has no affect, it seems. 'Edd' only stares back at him,
blinking slowly and cocking his brow.
You know, I wouldn't be saying any of this if you weren't already thinking it.
Terry deflates a little at that, grimacing.
You know I'm right. Edd shifts in his seat. You have to stop letting yourself
get so angry.
"So what am I supposed to do," Terry sneers back, leaning against the table,
"How am I supposed to fix this?"
The green eyes shift over to the books stacked on the table.
What about those? You borrowed them for this purpose…why not utilize them?
Shit, that's right. He'd nearly forgotten about that. Humming thoughtfully, he
grabs one from the top of the stack. It's very worn and, if he's not careful,
he's sure it'll come apart in his hands. As he opens it up, he finds the words
on the page to be spinning a bit. Probably shouldn't have downed those beers
before trying to read this…Eh, fuck it.
Squinting a bit, he tries to focus on the words. From what he can gather, this
chapter is talking a lot about punishment versus reward. It starts off by
encouraging the pet owner to remain calm and cool. Goddammit…The text goes on
to explain that the owner must be able to remain in control of their emotions
to show dominance for the dog to submit to. Losing one's temper will only
result in fear and a difficulty in completing certain tasks.
I told you so.
He shoots a glare at that smug smile, but returns to the book. Fine. No anger.
What else? As he reads on, the text encourages using rewards to coerce
behavior, but Terry finds himself in disbelief of that. What little rewards
he's given Edd have produced unsatisfactory results. Only when he was pushed to
a breaking point did Edd behave the way Terry wanted. No shit…the little
Princess ain't as stupid as a dog. He's too smart to fall for bribes and shit.
So if rewards won't work on Edd, then he'll have to try punishment. But
punishment alone isn't going to be enough. He can't allow for any positive
reinforcement. He'll have to punish even the smallest mistake. That'll make Edd
try harder to please him. Just like in the shower…He sees a touch of red when
the book informs him that it might be a couple of weeks before he begins to see
progress in this method. However, it's better than nothing. And Edd's such a
smart kid…Surely he'll excel in this training?
Okay, so no positive reinforcement. He yawns, rubbing his face. Fuck, he's
tired…He'll have to pick this up again tomorrow. Leaving the book open on the
table, he rises to his feet and heads for the bathroom first. He's quite sure
Edd's not going to just lay down and sleep at his command. He'll just have to
put him to sleep, then. So, he grabs some sleeping pills from the cabinet.
(Great for those really intense hangovers.) With a huff, he returns to the
bedroom.
As expected, when he enters the bedroom, Edd starts struggling, glaring at him
and screaming behind the gag. Terry rolls his eyes, closing and locking the
door behind him. Edd doesn't cease his thrashing, following him with his eyes
as he tugs and writhes on the sheets. Stopping at the bedside table, Terry sets
the bottle aside to remove the ball gag. Edd starts screaming at him again.
"Let me go!" he shrieks, "Take these chains off of me, you wretched beast! I
want to gohome! I want to go home!"
Ignoring him, Terry carefully reads over the directions on the bottle,
squinting as his vision continues to swim. He can barely make out the tiny text
instructing him that adults and children over the age of twelve should take two
pills every…four? Six? Whatever. After a certain number of hours. Erring on the
safe side, though, he instead takes only one of the pills and sets the bottle
aside again. Then he turns back to Edd, giving him a cold look and refusing to
answer him.
Grabbing his chin, he forces Edd's jaw open and holds him still. Edd writhes,
trying to squirm out of his grip as Terry drops the pill into the boy's open
mouth. He quickly forces Edd's mouth shut and clamps his hand over his nose and
mouth to prevent him from not only spitting it back out, but also from
breathing. Edd tries to fight him off, but his body becomes desperate for air.
In that desperation, he swallows.
Waiting another moment, Terry lets him go and forces his mouth open again,
inspecting for any sign of the pill. Nothing: good. With a sigh, he runs a hand
over his face before shedding his robe again and climbing into bed on the other
side of his little captive. He tires to ignore the protests from the boy.
"Wh-What was that?!" he demands, pulling on his chains, "Wh-What did you just
give me?! Y-You've poisoned me, haven't you?!"
Terry does his best to ignore this, the growing throb in his head getting worse
with each angry scream. Goddammit does he want him to just shut his stupid
mouth…Edd's struggling hasn't slowed, drawing him to finally turn to the boy,
who's shouting as close to obscenities as his prudish little mind will allow.
"Would you shut up?" Terry grumbles, "You're givin' me a bitch of a headache…"
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" Edd mocks, "Am I giving you a headache?! Poor dear!
Meanwhile you just poisoned me!"
"It ain't poison, kid," Terry sits up again, rubbing his temple, "Just lie back
and wait for it to work."
"I will not!" Edd writhes to and fro, "I insist you take these horrid bonds off
me immediately!"
"No."
Edd shrieks kicking his legs; "You're the worst! I hate you so much!"
Terry's knuckles crack as he clenches his fists. He's not sure how much more of
that he can take…But the book said he can't get angry. Can't lose control.
Despite how easy it would be to just beat him, he has to restrain himself.
Besides, he's fuckin' tired. He'd rather not exert himself more than he already
has.
It takes about ten minutes before he sees any kind of change in Edd. His
thrashing starts to slow down, though he's certainly still trying to fight
back.
"Wh…What did you give me?" he begs, his voice hoarse and growing soft, "I…I
feel strange."
"You feel tired," Terry specifies, "I just gave ya a little somethin' to calm
ya down."
"No…" Edd whimpers, his writhing weakened significantly.
His eyelids are drooping and his breathing is slowing down. His body looks to
be less responsive than before. Terry tests this by dragging his hand up Edd's
side. He flinches a bit and looks to be trying to squirm away, but he can't
move nearly as much as before or half as fast. Good. Leaning over him, Terry
places open-mouth kisses along Edd's neck, nipping and suckling little marks
into his flesh. Edd whines, trying again to squirm away.
Terry doesn't linger there. He stays just long enough to get a taste before
sitting up again. He retrieves the handcuffs and unlocks the shackles around
Edd's wrist to replace them with the cuffs. He just barely hears Edd mumble
little protests against that, but he can't do much more. Technically, he should
probably just leave Edd chained up. But he doesn't want that. Just one more
night. One more night to enjoy the warmth of his little Princess nestled in his
arms. One more morning to wake up with his nose buried in that slender neck.
After that, he can hunker down and get serious.
Just not yet.
With another yawn, he makes sure the alarm is off this time and sets it aside.
He considers unplugging the phone in the kitchen too, but his body is shutting
down just as fast as Edd's seems to be. Oh well, the foam had made it all but
impossible to keep a phone in the bedroom anyway, so even if someone does call
in the morning, it shouldn't bother them. Besides, the boy has stopped moving,
save for the rise and fall of his chest. His half-lidded eyes are foggy and his
mouth is open slightly to allow him to pant in his clear worry regarding his
body's betrayal. At least he's being quiet. Now to get comfortable…
Grabbing the blankets, Terry pulls them up and over their naked forms. He
carefully places Edd's arms around his neck, forcing the boy's body against his
own. Edd mumbles his protests to this, still desperate to fight back. As he
nuzzles Edd's neck and settles in to sleep, a part of Terry must admit, he's
impressed. For Edd to continue fighting him even when he's been drugged and
starved is a feat. His willpower is definitely more formidable than he would
have expected. It may indeed take longer than he would have liked to break him.
So be it.
***** BulldozEdd into Doing *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
The warmth surrounding him is heavenly as Terry slowly wakes. Along with that
are the scrawny arms around his neck and the little body nestled half beneath
him, which remind him of his beloved's presence amidst the silence. As of yet,
he's not started his typical screaming — he must still be sleeping. With a
content sigh, Terry nuzzles his nose against Edd's neck near his jaw and nips
and pecks at the purplish blemishes. He's rewarded for his efforts by the
adorable little whimpers that ring so beautifully in his ears. Edd's eyes blink
open, but without the ability to rub away the sleep, he's unable to keep them
that way. No matter. He doesn't need Edd to see him for this. He trails his
hands down the slender hips, gently squeezing the soft, supple skin as he goes.
Edd begins writhing against his touch, his arms tightening around the man's
neck in his efforts to pull away from those hands.
Licking his lips, Terry carefully removes Edd's arms from around his shoulders.
Edd sighs in relief, rubbing his aching neck and shoulders and half-turning
onto his side. After a moment, he collapses onto his back again and his hands
fall limp to his own heaving chest before going back to trying to massage his
shoulder. Taking advantage of this distraction, Terry reaches into the bedside
table to retrieve a bottle of lube. Before he can get anywhere, however, Edd
suddenly curls up on his side, whining and holding his middle. Upon closer
inspection, he spots tears trickling down the boy's cheeks. Fuck…
"Puh…P-Please…" Edd sobs, "P-Please let me eat!" He peeks up at the man, the
pain clear in his eyes. "I-It hurts! Please!"
Gritting his teeth, Terry sets the bottle aside again. He won't get very far if
Edd's like this. Might as well give him something. Without responding to that,
he instead grabs the bottle of water and hands it to Edd, who gratefully
accepts it. Before he can take a drink, though, Terry grabs the chain of the
cuffs.
"I'll bring you somethin' to eat, sweetheart," he breathes, "But first, I'm
gonna give you the option to go to the bathroom. Brush your teeth? Take a
piss?"
Edd grimaces a bit, but shakes his head; "I-I don't think I can stand…l-let
alone walk…"
"Fine," Terry grumbles, releasing the chain and sitting upright.
As he grabs his robe, he notices Edd out of the corner of his eye gulping down
what's left of the warm water. When the bottle's empty and he's clothed
himself, Terry takes it back.
"I'll bring you more water too…" he mumbles, grabbing the key for the door.
"Th…Thank you…?"
Terry pauses, turning to him fully. Edd shivers under his gaze, his cheeks
tinted a light pink. Brow cocked, the man leans back over him and grabs his
chin.
"Why don't you thank me properly?" he sneers.
Edd offers meek little whimpers in response, giving him a pitiful look. With a
reluctant grimace, he sits up a little, but can't seem to will himself to do
what Terry seems to be asking. Oh well. He doesn't struggle as Terry urges him
forward so that those sweet lips are against his own. Edd releases timid
protests in the back of his throat — probably something about neither of them
having brushed their teeth yet, if Terry had to guess — but doesn't fight back.
As Terry pulls away again, he drags his thumb over the chapped lips.
"Good boy," he purrs, "Now, you just sit tight, darling, and I'll bring you
something really good."
He receives an uncomfortable look, but other than that, Edd merely lies back
down, cradling his growling , meanwhile, leaves the room, locking it up as he
goes. A quick stop at the bathroom — just because Edd can wait doesn't mean he
intends to — and then it's off to the kitchen. Bacon n' eggs sound damn good
right now.
As he gathers ingredients and the necessary cookware, however, he's startled by
the phone breaking the silence in the midday air.
Rrrriiiiing…
Fuck…Who the hell would be calling him?! Mike? That fucker knows he's not on
the schedule today, right? He doesn't have to go back till Sunday…right?
Rrrriiiiing …!
Is it Dave fucking with him? Shit…Did the cops catch his trail? How the fuck?!
He could swear he'd covered his tracks perfectly!
Rrrriiiiing …!
Licking his lips that suddenly feel way too dry, he picks up the phone and
speaks sharply into the receiver.
"What?" he demands, gritting his teeth in anticipation.
"Terry?"
He can't fight the sigh of relief at the sound of his mother's voice.
"Hey mom…" he breathes, rubbing at his eyes.
As his heart slowly stops beating out of his chest, he half tunes her out. She
tries to make small talk at first, a clear sign that she's building up to
something she knows he could care less about. He has a sinking feeling he knows
what that might be, but he's certain it'll be easy enough to throw her off if
there's any suspicion. Just gotta play it cool.
"You wanna get to the point, mom?"
He hears her sigh on the other end of the line.
"Terry, honey, can you please talk to your brother?" she asks, sounding
desperate, "Eddy's been so upset the past few days and I think hearing from you
would make a world of difference."
"I thought you didn't want me talkin' to the little Pipsqueak," Terry retorts
as he holds the phone between his ear and his shoulder so he can open the
package of bacon, "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Youknowwhy your father and I don't like you talking to Eddy," she nearly
growls into the phone, "But we're willing to make an exception if it'll make
him feel better."
"What's so wrong with the little anklebiter that you think you need to call
me?" Terry asks as he spreads the bacon over the pan and turns on the stove.
Another sigh as she mumbles something to herself before addressing him again,
"One of Eddy's little friends went missing the other day."
Yup. He had a feeling this all traced back to Edd somehow…Just play it cool.
"The other day?" Terry scoffs, "How d'ya know the little brat didn't just run
off?"
"Oh no…" she argues sweetly, "Eddward wouldneverhave done that. He was always
Eddy's most well-behaved friend."
Terry rolls his eyes. Well-behaved my fat ass…
"Listen, Terry," she pleads, "Eddy's so upset. He keeps blaming himself and he
refuses to go to school until the police find Eddward. Your father and I don't
know what to do. We just need to take his mind off of this so he'll go back to
school. Can you please talk to him, Terry?"
"Why me?" Terry grumbles, taking a pair of tongs and turning the bacon over,
"We've just reestablished that you n' the ol' man hate it when I talk to
Pipsqueak. What makes you think I can do anything about this?"
"Because hearing from you always makes him happy," she answers, "Please, Terry.
It'll only take a few minutes. Please?"
Shaking his head, Terry keeps his focus mainly on the sizzling pan.
"Terry?"
"Look, mom, I'm a little busy right now," he replies, "I gotta get ready for
work."
"Please, Terry!" she insists.
"Alright, alright!" Terry groans back , "Jesus…I can't talk now, but I'll call
back later, okay?"
She huffs at that, but seems to accept it; "Fine. Eddy refuses to go to
schoolagaintoday, so just make sure you don't call too late."
"Yeah, yeah…"
"Oh, and Terry?" she pauses, as though waiting for him to respond, but
continues on, "Eddy said something about waiting for a package from you…? Did
something happen to it?"
"Hmm…" Terry pretends to think it over as he carefully sets the bacon on a
plate covered in a paper towel, "Dunno. I'll check in with the post office too,
I guess."
"Thank you, sweetheart," she breathes, "I know that'll definitely make Eddy
feel better."
"Right…" he grumbles, "Well, nice hearin' from ya, mom. I'll call back to talk
to Pipsqueak later."
"Thank you, Terry," she repeats, "I'll let you go. Behave yourself out there. I
love you."
"Yeah, love you too, mom," Terry mumbles, "Talk to ya later, I guess."
"Bye-bye, sweetheart."
With that, she hangs up, allowing him to do the same and set the phone aside.
He almost regrets lying to his own mother. As frustrating as both her and his
dad tended to be, he could always rely on her, at least, to be halfway on his
side — willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Thus, lying to her did
hurt a bit.
Oh well…Can't be helped. Instead of lingering on that any longer, he returns
his attention to breakfast. After the bacon has cooked, he carefully drains
away the remaining grease. Might be useful later (cooking or otherwise…). Next
comes the eggs. If not for that phone call, he probably could've cooked them at
the same time as the bacon. But splitting his focus between balancing the
phone, cooking bacon, and lying to his mother had proven to almost be too
difficult to manage as it was.
Once the skillet is on the burner, he leans against the counter, waiting for it
to heat up. In the meantime, he happens a glance at the books on the table.
Cocking his brow, he grabs the one he'd been reading last night and sets it on
the counter beside the stove. As he scoops out a knife-full of butter to grease
the hot pan with, he reads over more of the chapter on punishment vs. reward.
The book insists that reward is the best course of action, but he's just not
sure. Edd's been so damn stubborn…
After cracking the eggs open into the skillet, he wonders if it's worth another
shot. Edd does tend to be more receptive after he's been punished. Maybe he
just needs to merge the two? Punish and punish until Edd's so desperate that
he'll do anything for his reward…? Sure. One more time. He'll bring Edd his
breakfast, let him eat a little bit, then see how well Edd will cooperate with
him then.
Are you going to pamper me, Terry?
He shoots a grimace over his shoulder at the figure sitting at the table. 'Edd'
smiles sweetly at him, leaning against the table and swaying his shoulders.
Rolling his eyes, Terry chooses not to dignify that with a response. The eggs
are about cooked anyway. He'll deal with the real thing instead. Once the eggs
in the pan are ready, he removes them and sets them on a plate before cracking
a few more into the skillet. A quick glance at the time: 12:34 P.M. He's still
got the whole day to relax with his little darling.
When breakfast is ready, he piles the eggs, bacon and a couple of forks onto
one plate and grabs a couple bottles of water by their nearly non-existent
necks. He considers making some toast as well, but he just needs enough to make
Edd's hunger pain go away. The eggs and bacon alone should cover that.
Back to the room. It's a bit of a hassle to unlock the door, but he just
manages. After slipping back through the door, he locks up again and turns to
Edd. He's sitting up in bed, his eyes locked on the plate of food and his
fingers curled into the sheets. Shooting him a wicked grin, Terry pockets the
key and approaches the bed. Edd quivers under his gaze, hunching over a little
as he draws his legs to his chest. He knows what's coming. He follows the plate
with his eyes as Terry sets it and the water on the bedside table. His stomach
gives an impatient growl, which he tries to stifle with his arms. Despite his
hunger, he doesn't make a move towards the food. Good; it seems he also knows
that he won't be fed until Terry gives him permission. To that end…
Grabbing the handcuff key, Terry mounts the bed and crawls over him.
Instinctively, he assumes, Edd tries to back away, resulting in him losing his
balance and falling onto his back. Covering his mouth with his hands, he
finally focuses on the man above him. Licking his lips, Terry moves his hands
away.
"None of that, Princess," he purrs as he removes the cuffs and sets them aside,
"Now, I bet you wanna just dig right in, don'tcha?"
Edd's eyes flicker to the plate and he gulps before nodding.
"Y-Yes…p-please," he begs softly.
Scoffing, Terry leans forward, making Edd shrink back again.
"N-No, please!" he sobs, holding his hands up defensively, "I-I'm so hungry!
Please!"
"Relax, beautiful," Terry purrs, kissing his cheek, "I'm gonna feed you. But
first I wanna play with you."
Edd squirms in response; "P-Please…"
"Shh…" Terry slips his robe off before placing his hands on Edd's hips, "Just
lay back and let me enjoy this. Then you can eat."
Edd whimpers softly, clenching his fists over his chest as Terry moves the
slender legs so that they wrap around the large waist. After another glance at
the plate, however, he gives a weary nod. Biting his lip, he turns his head
away. Perfect. Moving Edd's hands away from his chest, Terry leans forward to
kiss and suck along Edd's neck and shoulders. Finally, there's no resistance.
Only Edd's squirming body against his own. The small thighs are rubbing and
squeezing his hips, leading to the unintended result of Edd's cock moving and
pressing against his own. With a moan, Terry gives the boy's neck a love bite.
Fuck it. Time to see how far he can push this.
"Put your arms around me, Princess," he hisses.
Another pitiful whimper as Edd reluctantly obeys, bringing his shaking hands up
and placing them around the man's neck.
"And look at me, darling."
Cringing, he slowly looks up and searches Terry's face, but refuses to make
contact with his eyes. As Terry's hands move to grope his backside, Edd
swallows hard.
"Puh…P-Please…" he mumbles, his lip quivering, "I'm s-so hungry…I-I want to
eat."
"Is that right?" Terry sneers, "Well maybe I want to fuck again."
Edd's legs squeeze Terry's hips again as he gives him a pleading look. "N-No!
D-Dear lord, please, no! N-Not that! A-Anything but that!"
"Anything?" Terry leans in closer, pressing his forehead to Edd's and making
the boy murmur pitiful pleas, "After I feed you, you'll do whatever I tell you?
No more throwing your little tantrums or denying me my right to your body?"
Heaving a hiccuping sob, Edd forces a nod; "A-Anything…Just…p-please…"
With a hum of approval, Terry leans in to get in a quick peck to Edd's lips
before sitting up again. As he does, Edd scrambles away from him, pulling his
legs up and holding his arms as he quivers. Terry grits his teeth.
"And just what do you think you're doing?"
Edd bows his head, his cheeks tinged with pink; "I-I'm just…c-cold…? A-And I d-
didn't want you to…t-to spill the food?"
Terry looks him over skeptically. My Princess is a shitty liar. But so be it.
If that's the story he's going with, he'll allow it. For now.
"Fine," he grumbles, reaching for the plate and the bottles. Sitting back, he
rests them on the bed beside him and turns to look at Edd again. "No spills."
He motions Edd to come to him. "Now, come here."
Edd pouts in response, but reluctantly obeys, climbing into Terry's lap. He
shudders as Terry's genitals graze his thigh, but he doesn't move away, his
growling stomach acting like an anchor to keep him in place. As added
insurance, Terry places one hand on Edd's shoulder, pulling him close so that
the boy leans against his chest. The little hands come up so that Edd may brace
himself, pressing against Terry's chest and stomach. It draws another whine,
but that's as far as Edd goes to protest his situation. That's certainly a step
in the right direction.
As Terry hands him a bottle of water, he presses a tender kiss to his temple.
Ignoring the grimace he receives, he then grabs the plate. He hears the plastic
of the bottle crack and pop and finds Edd to be squeezing it in his shaking
hands as he stares at the food, still steaming ever so slightly. His little
tongue flicks out past his lips, moist with drool, and his breathing grows
steadily faster. Still, though, he doesn't reach for the plate or move from
Terry's lap, no matter how difficult it is for him. With a wicked grin, Terry
hums thoughtfully, looking over the food.
"Doesn't it look yummy?" he purrs, moving it closer so that Edd can see the
glistening eggs and smell the overpowering bacon.
Edd's eyes nearly roll back in his head and he sways a bit in the man's grasp.
A bit of drool slips past his parting lips and marks a trail to his chin.
Swallowing thickly, he glances up at Terry, his brow furrowed.
"M-May I puh…p-please…?"
"Oh, I know…" Terry muses, moving the plate away again, "You just wanna stuff
your little face." He licks his lips again. "But you know better than that, my
little darling. You're gonna have to work for it."
"No…" Edd whimpers, deflating considerably.
Setting the plate down, Terry picks up one of the strips of bacon and waves it
beneath the boy's nose, making him squirm and whine. Before Edd can try to take
a bite out of the crispy slice, Terry jerks it away again. Tears begin
trickling down Edd's cheeks.
"P-Please!" he begs, "I-I'll do anything!"
"Good," Terry snickers, setting the bacon back on the plate, "Then let's start
small."
Edd bows his head, trying to wipe away his tears. Dammit…It's getting harder to
pretend he doesn't notice that…But he can't let up. Not yet. Tracing Edd's
lower lip with his thumb, he makes sure that the lingering taste of the bacon
spreads to the boy's tongue, making him shudder.
"Princess," he scolds softly, making Edd focus again, "Like I said, we're gonna
start small. For every bite you wanna have, you gotta kiss me."
That sobers Edd up considerably, and he tries to back away as the bottle slips
from his fingers and tumbles to the bed. When he himself doesn't get very far,
though, he resorts to making his familiar, anxious noises. He covers his mouth
with his hands, muttering into his palms an argument with himself about how
inappropriate this is, but that he needs to eat. Finally, he lowers his hands,
taking a deep, shuddering breath. He gulps down his discomfort, his eyes
flickering between the food and his captor. Closing his eyes, he awkwardly sits
up. As he tries to will himself to continue, his eyes open to dart back and
forth all around him. He's clearly disgusted by the very idea of giving in to
this demand. However, ultimately, he leans up to place a nervous peck to
Terry's cheek, near the corner of his mouth.
Gritting his teeth, Terry grabs the boy's jaw, squeezing a bit and holding the
squirming, whimpering Edd in place.
"You really think that's gonna cut it, sweetheart?" he snarls, "I told you to
kiss me. Don't you wanna eat?"
Edd sobs in response, his fingers gripping weakly at Terry's wrist. He forces
himself to nod to show he understands.
"Then do it right."
When Terry lets him go, he takes a moment to rub his jaw before turning back to
the man. One last glance at the food before he reluctantly leans in, shutting
his eyes tight as he presses his lips to Terry's. Much better. Tilting Edd's
chin up a bit, he slips his tongue past the soft lips, making Edd release a
warbling noise somewhere between a whine and perhaps a moan? He lets Edd back
away a moment later, ignoring the sick look on his face. Satisfied, Terry grabs
a strip of bacon and waves it in front of Edd's face.
"Here ya go, darlin'," he purrs, "Just like I promised. Now, open wide."
Swallowing thickly, Edd opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out in
anticipation of the food. Placing the strip on Edd's tongue, he lets the boy
close his lips around it, waiting for him to bite down. When he does, the half
of the slice that hadn't been caught in his teeth comes loose and Terry moves
it away to allow Edd to savor the bite still in his mouth. And savor it, he
does. Edd closes his eyes, chewing thoughtfully and humming in satisfaction.
After swallowing the bite, he sighs and slowly opens his eyes back up. He gazes
up at the man expectantly, knowing what he must do. Before he can lean in for
another kiss, though, Terry places the last bit of bacon between his lips.
He speaks out of the corner of his mouth; "You know what to do if you want the
rest of the bite."
Using his tongue, he maneuvers the bacon so that it's sticking straight out of
his mouth and balanced between his lips. Edd shivers, but reluctantly leans up
to wrap his lips around the piece of bacon, making sure to also press his lips
to Terry's as well. Terry lets him take the bacon as he pulls away, chewing it
up like the first bite.
Bit by bit, Edd gives in, offering timid kisses in exchange for his bites of
food. While Edd enjoys each one, Terry takes a few of his own from the plate.
After a few minutes, though, Terry decides that kisses really aren't enough
anymore. As Edd leans up, swallowing the previous bite before trying to give
him another kiss, Terry stops him.
"Alright, Princess," he breathes, cupping Edd's chin, "Let's up the stakes a
bit. If you want more, you'll have to do something more for me."
Edd's brow furrows as he curls in on himself. He's surely still hungry after
only having a few bites, but hesitant to continue.
"Wh…What…do you want me to do…?" he asks softly.
"Hmm…" Terry pauses to think, stroking his goatee.
In doing so, it occurs to him he should probably shave at some point, but he'll
have to worry about that later. For now, what to make Edd do…? Hmm…He'd love to
see his little darling put on a show for him. Maybe not masturbate for him just
yet — he wants Edd to yearn for his touch, after all — but maybe that's close?
"Mm…I want you to lay down flat on your back," Terry commands, "And spread your
legs."
Edd shifts a bit in Terry's lap, looking uncomfortable with the idea. He
glances down at the bed, his eyes shifting over the sheets and pillows before
sighing softly, his shoulders going lax. However, he follows the order,
slipping off the man's lap and lying back. After moving the bottle of water
aside and lying back, he doesn't immediately spread his legs, but instead pulls
his knees together self-consciously. Cocking his brow, Terry uses one of the
forks to fiddle with a half-eaten egg.
"I'm waiting," he states as he scoops it up and finishes it off.
Whimpering, Edd reluctantly moves his knees apart again, his face a bright,
burning red. He keeps his knees raised, though, and chooses not to extend his
legs completely. Terry drinks in the sight of his little beloved's quivering
body. Sitting up, he sets the plate beside Edd's head and moves to sit beside
the slender legs so that he has the perfect vantage point. He feels those
pretty green eyes on him, waiting for his next command. They flicker once in a
while to glance at the food beside him, but Edd dares not move just yet.
"Alright, my little Princess," Terry breathes, ghosting his fingers over Edd's
thigh, "I want to see you be naughty for me."
Edd brings his hands towards his chest, unsure of what else to do with them.
"I-I don't…" he mumbles, "Wh…What…exactly d-do you…?"
"Touch yourself, Princess," Terry orders, "Anywhere. I want to watch your cute
little hands move all over your body."
The tiny fingers curl into shaking fists as Edd's entire body tenses.
Instinctively, his knees tilt inward again, drawing together in his
embarrassment. Terry moves one of them back to where it was, his eyes never
leaving Edd's own.
"Do it," he states, "And if you do it well, I'll keep feeding you."
Still shivering, Edd glances down at his own body. Terry doesn't rush him,
enjoying more of the breakfast while he observes the boy. He keeps his hand on
Edd's knee, stroking the soft skin of his thigh with his thumb. Softer than he
could have ever imagined…He presses his cheek against Edd's knee, nuzzling it
slightly as he returns his attention to the boy lying prone before him. Edd's
closed his eyes and has begun slowly moving his hands down his chest.
"Look at me," Terry commands grimacing at him. Edd winces at that, but obeys,
his eyes blinking open. "I want you to fuckin' look at me while you touch
yourself."
With a huff, Edd nods, keeping his eyes open and his attention aimed at Terry.
He still won't look him in the eye, of course, but it's a start. It's a real
treat, watching Edd uncomfortably dragging his hands over his own body. He has
no idea what he's doing or why, but a part of the situation is definitely
having the effect Terry was hoping for. Knowing he's being observed and grazing
certain parts of his body combine to create the perfect stimulus. His fingers
begin traveling lower and lower, nearly touching his cock, which, Terry
delights to note, is growing erect from the stimulation.
Pleased, he rewards Edd by dangling a strip of bacon above his lips. Edd's
tongue flicks out of his mouth to wet his lips and he leans up to grab the
bacon between his teeth. It makes the man laugh; knowing he'd reduced Edd to
behaving like little more than a trained pet.
The reward of food makes Edd a bit more confident in his movements, and he
begins moving his hands with intent. Squeezing his own hips as his hands move
over them, pressing down against the plush skin over his stomach. Finally, his
hands rub over his cock. His body tenses and he shivers as the anticipated jolt
of pleasure accosts him. Terry rewards that with another bite of food, making
Edd moan in satisfaction.
With a grin, Terry moves the plate farther away. They can keep eating in a
minute. He's gotta feel this perfect body against his own now. Steadying
himself with one hand near Edd's head, he positions his body between the boy's
legs and leans in to kiss him. Edd brings his hands up, placing them on the
broad shoulders in his surprise, but only that. He doesn't try to push the man
away. Fuck yes…So good…The hand near Edd's head slides forward as he slips
lower over the boy and his other hand traces the soft waist and hip. Edd's lips
and tongue taste like the salty bacon, but damn if he cares about that in the
slightest. It's damn delicious.
He's startled from this bliss, however, as the hand that is still on the bed
grazes something unexpected beneath the pillows. Opening his eyes, he breaks
away from the kiss and pulls the item from under the pillow. A warm, black
cloth; Edd's hat? Hadn't he thrown that away somewhere around the time they
last fucked? What's it doing here?
Edd's soft gasp draws him back to his captive, who's trying to sit up, his eyes
locked on his hat. He raises his hand to grab it, but stops just before his
fingers can graze the fabric, his eyes wide. Dammit…This isn't how this was
supposed towork! Terry grits his teeth, clutching the fabric tight in his
shaking fist as he glares at the boy.
"You were gonna hide this from me?" he snarls, making the boy shiver.
"I-I just…" Edd stutters.
"I thought I told you; no clothes," Terry goes on.
"P-Please…" Edd bows his head, "I…I can't stand to…t-to not have my hat…" He
glances up at the man with a pleading look. "I-I just…f-found it…A-And I wanted
to…t-to have it…J-Just to…h-have it!"
A comfort? Like a little security blanket. No. No no no. He can't allow that.
Edd can't find comfort in anything else but him. No wonder he'd been more
willing to obey him. No wonder he'd been so willing to do these things that
make him cringe. Because he could just curl up with his little hat the second
Terry leaves the room. God dammit. God dammit!
With a growl, Terry stands up from the bed. He doesn't make it much farther,
though, before Edd wraps his arms around his waist, pressing his cheek to
Terry's chest.
"N-No, please!" he begs, "D-Don't take it away! I-It's all I have!"
Terry shoves Edd off before giving him a sharp smack across his cheek.
"I'm all you've got, Princess!"
Edd sobs, clutching his burning cheek as he lays on the bed. Throwing the hat
across the room, Terry snatches up the ball gag. He grabs Edd by the hair near
the back of his head, making him cry out in pain. As he does, Terry shoves the
gag into his mouth, silencing him and making him choke. Once it's secure and
painfully tight, Terry grabs up both of Edd's wrists and wraps one hand around
them. He drags the boy off of the bed to the door, snagging one of the bottles
of lube from the drawer as he goes. Edd struggles in earnest, desperately
trying to pull away from the man's grip as Terry unlocks the door and pulls him
out of the room.
On the way to the bathroom, Edd continues digging his heels into the cold floor
beneath his feet, but gains no traction. Terry shoves him inside, showing no
remorse as the boy falls unceremoniously to the floor and bonks his head on the
tub. He squeals in pain, but it's nothing life-threatening. Kicking the door
shut behind them, Terry grabs Edd's hips and hoists them up a bit so that the
boy is on his knees. He then digs his fingers into the hair on the back of
Edd's head again and forces him to face him. He gives him another angry smack
before taking the gag off and letting Edd wail in anguish. Damn right; he
actually wants to hear him scream now…
Grimacing, he shoves Edd back onto the floor, rubbing his face into the soft
rug. That's about as much comfort as he'll allow him to get from this. He's
rough as he stretches Edd out this time. He has no interest in taking things
slow now. Not after all of this effort he's put in. Not after the insult he's
been given. Edd squirms in pain, trying to pull away from Terry's probing
fingers.
"N-No!" he whines, "No, please!"
In response, Terry rears the boy's head back and then violently shoves him
forward again. He hears him grunt and squeal in pain, but gives that no more
thought. His vision is tunneling as he lubes up his cock and strokes himself to
erection. All he can think about is getting out this frustration and driving
the message home. Punish even the smallest mistake. Make Edd do better. Holding
Edd's hip with one hand, he guides his cock into his ass with the other. He
grits his teeth against the tight resistance, but doesn't let that stop him.
Edd shrieks in pain, his fingers digging into the rug. Through the pain, he
tries to pull himself away, but to no avail; Terry keeps him in place.
He's just as rough as he starts thrusting into the boy, keeping his face shoved
into the rug and going at as brutal a pace as he can manage. Harder and harder.
He's going to make sure this hurts! On and on it goes until Edd's reduced to a
whimpering mess. Blood is trickling down his thighs and staining the rug
beneath them. Whatever. It'll be a nice reminder for Edd what will happen
should he anger him again.
His orgasm isn't nearly as satisfying as he would've liked, but that's not
quite the point. To make sure it hurts as much as possible, he drags his nails
down Edd's hips, leaving long, red welts in their wake. Panting, he slowly
rises to sit up, still glaring down at Edd. With a growl, he forces him to turn
his head so that he's pressing his temple painfully to the floor. From this
vantage, he can see that Edd's lip has been split — probably from when he
slammed him into the floor. Maybe cut his lip on that fuckin' gap? — and that
his nose is bleeding, resulting in blood running from his nose to his lip and
what surely started as twin trails down his chin but which have now become
splattered and smudged. He gazes up at the man in horror through his tears,
unsure of what to say, but knowing that speaking for even a second may get him
worse. Terry leans in close.
"I'm all you've got," he repeats with a snarl, digging his nails in for added
emphasis, "And if you don't start shapin' up, I'm gonna get rough with you.
Next time you fuck up, I won't be gentle!"
Edd cringes, his entire body tensing. Without another word, Terry pulls his
cock out of him, drawing another pathetic whine from the boy. When Terry
releases his hips, Edd collapses onto the floor, sobbing softly. His toes curl
along with his fingers and his entire body begins to shrink in on itself. With
a scoff, Terry takes the ball gag and stands up. Glaring down at Edd, he heads
for the door.
"Feel free to clean yourself up," he spits, "Cuz you ain't gettin' out of here
for the rest of the god damn day at least."
Sparing him no further time or energy, he storms out of the bathroom and locks
it up behind him, leaving Edd in a huddled, bleeding mass on the floor.
***** Back to the Drawing Bro *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
Breathing heavily, Terry storms down the hall after making sure the lock is in
place over the bathroom door. As he enters the bedroom, he spots the half-eaten
breakfast strewn about over the sheets. Goddamnit! There's another fucking
thing to add to his list! With a groan, he first turns to his dresser and roots
around for a comfortable pair of pants, one of his jerseys, and some boxers.
There's a laundromat in town he can hit up to take care of this. It occurs to
him that he probably doesn't need to wash the bedding at all — at least not
right now. The mess created by the eggs and bacon hitting the sheets would just
leave greasy stains, if anything. However, washing them will kill some time,
which he definitely needs now that he's got Edd cooling off in the bathroom,
and it'll be nice to get out of the trailer and clear his head a bit.
When he's dressed, he grabs some spare change from the top of the dresser. Just
enough for the sheets. That's fine. He can head back later for a full load
after he gets paid again. As he cleans up the breakfast and gathers up the
sheets, he wishes he could snag a quick shower. Or, at the least, it'd be nice
if he could shave. He's sure he looks like shit. Ah well…As long as he can
clean up before his shift on Sunday, it's fine. And really, why should he give
two shits about what a bunch of assholes at a laundromat think about him?
Once the bed is stripped, he takes the discarded food and water back into the
kitchen and grabs himself a garbage bag. It's not like he has much else to
carry the laundry around in, after all. Gathering up the sheets into the bag
and leaving the comforter — that, at least, didn't get any food on it — he
pockets his keys and his wallet and heads out. Passing the bathroom, he hears
the pipes give a sudden groan and creak. He can't hear much past that — the
foam prevents any sounds within the bathroom itself — but he assumes the water
has begun running. Edd must have gathered the strength to get a bath. He
considers barging in on him to put some more fear into him, but ultimately
decides against it. No, he'd prefer to check in on his princess after he's all
washed-up and pretty again. So Edd can go ahead and get a nice bath out of the
way while he heads out to take care of the boring shit. Before walking out the
door, he stops by his hallway closet and snags the laundry detergent and a box
of dryer sheets. He also decides to grab one of the books from the kitchen
table to read while he waits.
As he walks out into the afternoon light, he grimaces in disgust. The brats and
their parents are out and about, screaming their obnoxious heads off and
running around without a care in the world. Oh well, as long as they stay far
away from his fucking trailer, he could care less. He notices a bit of a chill
in the air, indicating the approaching autumn. Won't be long before he starts
seeing the coats with crusty sleeves on children with even snottier noses.
Ugh…At least they don't get a lot of snow around here. There are certainly
those days when the park will be blanketed in white, but he's never seen it get
too bad.
The thought of snow brings forth images in his mind of bringing his little
Princess out to play. Seeing him all bundled up and lookin' adorable as fuck.
Watching him make little snow angels and build simple snowmen. Then heading
back inside to snuggle up under a warm blanket and share some hot chocolate.
And then fucking his brains out until they're both so exhausted they can't move
an inch. Now that's a happy thought…
Traffic is frustrating as all hell, but he reaches the laundromat soon enough.
After picking out a couple of washers next to each other, he wipes them down —
he'd rather not waste more time and money cleaning the sheets more than once if
the last fucker to use this left a mess. He ignores the looks he gets as he
stuffs the flat top sheet into one machine and the fitted sheet into the other.
The detergent follows and, after a quick adjustment to the settings and
inserting the correct change, the cycle begins.
Now to wait…
Setting his detergent on the counter beside the box of dryer sheets and the
book, he leans against the counter behind him and glares into the window as it
fills with water. He can almost hear his mother's nagging voice chastising him
for not getting more bedsheets. Terry, honey, you should have atleastthree sets
of sheets for your bed and rotate them every week so they don't get all musty.
Yeah, because that fuckin' matters ever. If he had his own fuckin' washer, then
sure. Why the fuck not? But he's the one payin' for it when he's gotta make
these fuckin' trips. Come to think of it, why hasn't she gotten him anymore
sheets if she's so damn concerned anyway?
He rubs his temple, trying to keep the headache at bay. Fuck it…That's far from
what he should be focusing on right now. He's gotta figure out what to do about
the little Princess. He can't just leave him in the bathroom all the time. As
easy as that sounds, he wants Edd in the bedroom too. At the same time, though,
he can't keep him there either. At least, he can't keep him on the bed. Too
comfortable for all of the misbehaving he's been doing. Can't let him curl up
on the bed and snuggle into the sheets. Well…unless it's with me. No, he's
gotta do something to drive the sense of ownership home. With that in mind, he
grabs his book and flips it open. This one's a bit more recent and is held
together a lot better. Brow furrowed, he looks for any information about
effectively punishing a disobedient pet. The most prominent thing that the book
discusses is that physical punishment is highly discouraged. That it would
increase aggression rather than decrease it. But would that really apply to
Edd…?
"Do you have a new puppy?" a chipper voice chimes to his left.
Glancing to his right, he's confronted by a girl who's probably in her early
twenties, a basket balanced on her hip. Her dark hair is held back by a red,
paisley bandana and her green eyes flicker back and forth between him and the
book for a moment. He shrugs.
"Sort of…" he grumbles, "Why?"
She sets her basket on the counter, laughing nervously; "Sorry to interrupt. I
just saw your book and was curious. I actually have a couple of dogs myself."
"Oh really…?" Terry fights the urge to roll his eyes, focusing on the words on
the page, "Any suggestions on how to discipline a pet that won't fuckin'
listen."
She giggles a bit; "Does he bark a lot?"
"Little bit."
"You've just gotta be patient," she claims, with a shrug, "The books I've read
all say roughly the same thing. Encourage good behavior with rewards and
positive attention, and discourage bad behavior by redirecting their attention
from doing what they shouldn't."
"Yeah, I'm not sure that'll work for me," Terry replies.
"Well, it's better than my dad's methods," she scoffs back, a hand on her hip,
"He'd just tell ya to tie him up to a post outside or somethin'."
He glances at her, intrigued by that comment. Now there's an idea…
"But of course, that's a little extreme," she continues, "I mean, a time-out in
the yard or something isn't a bad idea, but chaining him up might be a little
excessive."
Her eyes drift over to a clock over the door and she suddenly picks up her
basket again.
"Oh jeez, I've gotta go," she laughs anxiously, "I'm gonna be late. It was nice
talking to you."
Terry hums back, his thoughts already distracted as she slips past him towards
the door.
"Good luck with your new puppy!"
He gives her a half-hearted wave before setting the book aside. Tying Edd to a
post might not work out — particularly because he can't take him outside right
now — but maybe he can chain him to something other than a post? He could even
put the dog collar to use. He hasn't even thought about it since he brought Edd
home. And fuck if he doesn't wanna see his pretty Princess wearing it.
However, if he's going to chain Edd to something in the bedroom, he'll have to
get even more equipment for that. And he's fuckin' strapped for cash. He can't
afford to go out and buy anything else. Running a hand down his face, he
glances at the clock on the wall. He probably could at least run to the
hardware store after this. Get an idea of how much he'll have to spend. But not
now. Even he knows not to leave his laundry for even a second. Just gotta wait
it out…
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A couple hours later and he's finally wrapping things up at the laundromat.
After stuffing the dried sheets back into his bag (and getting an earful for
not folding them first) he gathers up the detergent, dryer sheets, and book,
and returns to his van. It's a little after three, so he definitely has time to
make a quick stop at the hardware store. Just to see…
The staff is different than his previous visits, he's relieved to note, so it
shouldn't look too suspicious that he's back again. They manage to help him
narrow down what he's looking for when he asks for a tool to secure something
to the ground with a chain. They direct him to something called a 'flushed
mount tie down'. To his surprise, the fixture itself and the appropriate nails
are just a little under ten dollars. Fuck it. He gladly takes them. He also
asks about some small padlocks and finds a pack of four at a similar price.
Twenty bucks? Yeah, okay. That's nowhere near as bad as his previous hardware
purchases. He can easily afford that. A meager payment later and he's off and
heading home again.
He doesn't bother checking in on Edd when he enters the trailer. The bathroom
door is still locked and with the window inside now boarded up with the foam-
covered plywood, he knows the kid wouldn't have been able to get out. Might as
well let him suffer alone a little longer. Instead, he returns to the bedroom
to make the bed, but that's about all he's interested in at the moment. He'll
save installing the hardware for later. For now, he could use a snack, so it's
back to the kitchen to prepare himself a sandwich. Something quick and easy to
prepare and to eat. As he sits down at the table, he happens a glance at the
telephone sitting on the counter. He rolls his eyes. Guess thiswouldbe the best
time to call the little Pipsqueak…
Retrieving the phone, he dials home before kicking back at the table again. He
waits through a couple of rings before a gruff, irritable voice picks up.
"Sampson residence."
"God fucking dammit!" Terry grumbles, "Of course you would pick up."
"Oh, it'syou," Tony snarls back, "Watch your language, dammit."
"Fuck off," Terry snaps, "Just put Pipsqueak on, will ya? Mom says you two want
me to talk to him."
"Isthatwhat she told you?" Tony guffaws, "That's bein' pretty damn generous. If
it were up tome, that boy would never hear from you ever again."
"But, clearly it's not," Terry says with a sneer, "Now put 'im on, will ya? I
got more important shit to do with my day."
He hears the old man growl under his breath and mumble something under his
breath akin to 'fuckin'fine. God dammit…' before presumably stomping to Eddy's
room. Eddy's gigantic, sick as fuck room. Little shit…He hears the brat's
blubbering voice a moment later before the phone is handed over.
"B-Bro?"
"Yeah, it's me," Terry retorts unenthusiastically, "Aint ya so excited?"
He can hear Eddy sniffling on the other end of the line, drawing him to cock
his brow.
"Are you crying?" he scoffs, "What the fuck? You really are still a baby,
aren't you?"
"L-Lay off, Bro!" Eddy mumbles indignantly, still sniffling, "Wh-What happened
to that package you sent me?! It n-never came!"
"Oh yeah," Terry replies, "Mom mentioned that. Bad news, Pipsqueak. I checked
with the post office, and it sounds like they've lost track of it. It could be
anywhere and, unfortunately, it sounds like they might not even be able to
deliver it."
"Are you serious?!" Edd's voice starts to crack and break into further sobs,
"This is the worstfuckingweek of my life!"
"Worst week of your life?" Terry scoffs, "What's so damn bad about it?"
Through shaking breaths, Eddy tries to explain.
"W-Well, school started again and it's been fucking hell," he whimpers, "A-And
your s-scam didn't work! Me and Ed got detention and…a-and then…"
He breaks down after that, wailing in agony. At least he has the fucking
decency to hold the phone away so he doesn't scream Terry's ear off. Rolling
his eyes, Terry decides to wait patiently for him to start talking again. When
he finally calms down, he does indeed pick up where he left off.
"And then…th-the worst thing happened the other day," he hiccups, "A-And it's
a-a-all myfault!"
"Jesus, what the fuck did you do?" Terry grumbles, choosing not to mention that
their mother already shared that information as well.
"I-It'smyfault Double D went home alone!" Eddy sobs, "H-He wanted to wait but I
t-told him to go home anyway! A-And that was the last time I saw him! I-It
wouldn't have happened if I was with him! Double D'sgoneand it's a-a-all my
fault!"
He resorts to sobbing wildly again. Terry holds the phone away, rolling his
eyes and groaning. Obnoxious little fuck. But at least he doesn't seem to
suspect anything…With a grimace, he holds the phone back to his ear to speak
again.
"Suck it up, Pipsqueak," he orders coldly, "Just go find yourself a new lackey
if that other anklebiter's fucked off and ditched you."
"It's notlikethat, Bro!" Eddy insists through his sobs, "Double D wasn'tjusta
lackey! He…He was my best friend and…and I just wish I couldtellhim that…"
"Ugh," Terry groans, "Enough with the sentimental bullshit. You need to stop
thinkin' about it, runt. Quit lettin' yourself get hung up over this brat and
move on."
"But…"
"Mopin' around like a little bitch won't solve anything anyway. The faster you
can forget him and find yourself a new lackey, the faster you'll feel better."
Eddy's silent for a long while. If not for his little sniffles, Terry might
assume they were disconnected. This is proven not to be the case, however, as
he finally speaks again a moment later.
"Thanks, Bro…" he mumbles softly, "Y…You're probably right."
There's another pause, but this one feels less somber than the last. As though
Eddy's attention were drawn away for the moment.
"I gotta go," he grumbles, "Dad's tellin' me to get off the phone…"
"Sounds about right. The old fucker probably doesn't want you on the phone with
me too long."
"Yeah…" Eddy agrees hesitantly, "Well…anyway, thanks for calling, Bro.
It's…nice to hear from you again. Um…D-Do you think you could…maybe call back
more often…Please?"
"Eh…We'll see…" Terry replies, "I can't make any promises, I've got my own shit
to worry about, y'know?"
"Uh…right…" Eddy sounds disappointed by that, but seems to be trying to conceal
it, "Well, when you get the chance…I guess. Thanks again for calling, Bro. Talk
to ya later…"
With that, he hangs up. Shrugging, Terry hangs up his own phone and sets it
aside to better enjoy his snack. He must admit, he's sort of surprised that
Eddy's been so deeply affected by Edd's 'disappearance'. He never got the
impression that Eddy cared so much about Edd — at least not enough that losing
him would reduce his brother to tears like that. He'd find it sort of sad if it
weren't so pathetic.
Oh well. He knows to appreciate what he's got. And right now, he's got his
Princess. He's just gotta train him up a bit to make things perfect. In fact,
after he's given the kid a little longer to stew, perhaps said training can
really begin?
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A few hours later, and after enjoying some beer and a little television, Terry
finally returns to the bathroom, but not before stopping by the bedroom first.
There, he grabs the bottle of lube and one of the smaller sized dildos. He
might as well start him small, for now. When he does enter the bathroom, he
finds Edd in the far corner, bundled up in a number of towels and shivering.
The quivering form tenses up and freezes the moment Terry steps into the room,
but he doesn't do much more past that. Too afraid to move right now. His eyes
remain locked on the man as the door is closed and locked behind him. As Terry
draws near, he notices that Edd has some tissues stuffed into his nose and
there's some bruising around his lips and eyes.
Grimacing in disgust, Terry sets the toys down on the sink. Edd tries backing
further away, pulling the towel around his shoulders up over his head and
whimpering. Rolling his eyes, Terry decides to put him out of his mind for the
moment. He's had to pee for a few fucking hours now. Sure, he probably could've
just gone outside, but fuck that. He's not some dog. He hears Edd make a
gagging noise behind him, but chooses to ignore it for now.
After flushing the toilet, he flips the lid down and turns back to Edd, who's
trying to burrow deeper into the towel and shaking. With a growl, Terry
snatches the towel from him and throws it away, along with the several others
Edd's been using as a makeshift blanket, causing him to scream. The ones that
he'd been sitting upon are stained with blood. Terry glares at the boy and
grabs the back of his head by his hair.
"Look at this!" he roars, shoving the towel towards Edd to show what he means,
"Now I gotta wash these too!"
Edd doesn't respond, only whimpers in fear and tries to pull the man's hand off
of him. Terry hurls the bloody towel away and yanks Edd up before shoving him
onto the toilet. Squealing a bit in pain and fear, Edd tries to brace himself
by gripping the rim of the bowl. When Terry lets go of his hair, he timidly
peeks up at him, his brow furrowed. When he notices the sex toy and lubricant
on the sink, his hands come up to haphazardly cover his face and he sobs. But
of course, that's not the end of it.
Still shooting the boy a disgusted look, Terry kneels down in front of him.
With a snarl, he grabs the boy's thighs and pries them apart to reveal his
prize. The small penis remains flaccid for the time being, but he'll be sure to
fix that momentarily. Edd's attention snaps to Terry and he lowers his hands
slightly.
"Wh…What're you…doing?" he stutters, his voice a bit hoarse and weak.
Holding his legs apart, Terry leans in a bit before glaring up at Edd again.
"You're mine," he growls, licking his lips, "This is mine. Now, just sit back
and enjoy it, Princess, cuz this is about as good as I'm gonna let you feel for
a while."
Edd doesn't have any time to process this before Terry wraps his lips around
his cock. He catches the sound of Edd sucking in air through his teeth in a
sharp gasp and the porcelain of the lid on the tank clanking as he leans back
in shock. His hands come down to push against the man's shoulders, but to no
avail. After moving Edd's legs so that they're over his shoulders, Terry moves
his hands to hold Edd by the waist. As he works his tongue and bobs his head,
Edd starts moaning softly and tries to rock his hips, which proves difficult
considering his seating arrangement. He drags his fingers up Terry's neck to
bury them in the man's hair, unintentionally knocking his hat off.
"T…Terry…" he moans, his legs squeezing together a bit.
Terry looks up from sucking Edd off and ceases his ministrations to speak to
him.
"How 'bout you start callin' me 'Daddy' instead?"
Edd pales a little at that and averts his gaze.
"S-Surely you can't be s-serious…?" he stutters, covering his mouth with one of
his hands as his legs pull together shyly.
Terry cocks his brow, shooting him a cold look.
"I wanna hear you call me 'Daddy'," he commands, "So that's what you're gonna
do."
Shivering, Edd's eyes grow wide before he shamefully bows his head again to
hide his blushing face.
He turns his head to the side and speaks as softly as possible; "Y…Y-Yes…D-
Daddy…"
"What was that?" Terry snaps, redirecting Edd's attention back to himself.
Edd swallows thickly and then speaks up; "Y-Yes, Daddy…"
"That's more like it," Terry purrs, "Now, you keep calling me 'Daddy' while I
suck you off, sweetheart."
After receiving a reluctant nod from his little captive, Terry returns his
attention to fellating him. Edd quickly devolves into wanton moans, arching his
back and rocking into Terry's mouth. With whatever articulate thought he can
muster, he manages to whimper out the word 'daddy' amidst his moaning. Terry
delights in each breathless moan, curling his tongue around the boy's cock. He
keeps his hands on the plush hips, keeping him still. The little fingers
digging into his hair and those sexy noises are driving him wild.
"T…Terry…" he glares up at the boy when he uses the wrong term, making him
blush and stutter, "I-I mean…D-Daddy…I…I'm going to…"
Ahh…good. Terry doesn't let up on his assault of Edd's cock, urging him closer
and closer to his release. Edd brings one of his hands to his mouth to stifle
his growing moans, but Terry chooses to ignore him for the time being. He can
tell he's close, leading him to put more and more fervor into his efforts.
Finally, Edd can't hold the moans back as his orgasm takes him, making him
shudder and cry out in pleasure.
Pleased, Terry moves away again once Edd's body falls limp and relaxed.
Lowering Edd's legs to straddle his waist, he holds himself up with his hands
on either side of the toilet lid and leans into Edd's face.
"C'mere, Princess," he breathes, "Give Daddy a kiss."
Dazed, Edd hardly notices the uncomfortable terms and instead wraps his shaking
hands around the man's neck. His eyelids droop before closing completely as he
presses his lips to Terry's own. Much better. He slips his tongue past Edd's
lips moving his hands back to the slender hips to hold him closer. Edd whimpers
into the kiss, his fingers suddenly digging into Terry's shoulders and the
fabric of his over shirt. It would seem he's coming to his senses again.
Pulling away, Terry gives him a wicked grin.
"Alright, Princess," he purrs, rubbing circles into the boy's hips, "now it's
your turn." He glances at his face. "And take that outta your nose."
Edd gazes up at him, his brow furrowed as he shakily removes the bloody tissue.
Without explaining, Terry rises to his feet again. Uneasily, Edd watches him
stand straight before going rigid in horror as Terry whips his cock out again.
"Time to return the favor, sweetheart," Terry snickers, stroking his half-hard
cock.
Shivering, Edd shakes his head, his shoulders hunching as he presses himself
back against the tank.
"S-Surely you jest!" he chokes, covering his mouth, "Th-That's so uns-
sanitary!"
Terry grimaces; "I just did it for you, didn't I?"
"Y-Yes, but—!" Edd looks away, his face burning when he notices that Terry's
cock is at full erection, "Y-You just…You j-just…"
"So what?" Terry sneers back, "It aint any dirtier than what I just did for
you."
Edd gives him a glare and looks like he wants to say something against that,
but reconsiders it and bows his head with a grimace. As Edd crosses his arms
over his chest in a show of defiance, Terry scoffs.
"Fine," he spits, stroking his cock, "In that case, I'll give ya a choice."
Edd glances back up at him, his brow cocked in his curiosity.
"Suck me off…" Terry begins before shifting his eyes towards the dildo and
nodding towards it, "Or ride that for me."
Following his gaze, Edd's breathing becomes heavy as what Terry can only
imagine is panic takes him. He turns back to the man to give him a pleading
look.
"N-No…" he stutters, the arms crossing his chest going limp to simply hug his
arms, "Please…D-Don't make me…"
"Suck me off," Terry states more firmly, "or sit your ass down on that fuck
stick."
Edd bows his head, gagging a bit in disgust as he tries to debate with himself
the best option. As he does, Terry lazily strokes himself, enjoying the inner
torment Edd's going through. Finally, Edd shuts his eyes tight and grits his
teeth.
"I…I'll d-do the…f-former…" he stutters, bowing his head in shame.
"Be more specific, Princess," Terry nearly snickers, "Which one are you gonna
do?"
Cringing, Edd shrinks in on himself.
"I…I'll s…" he swallows thickly, "I'll s-su…"
"Say it," Terry commands through his teeth.
Edd flinches, and takes a deep breath, covering his red face with his hands.
"I…I'll s-suck you o…o-off…" he forces.
"That's better," Terry chuckles, "Damn. You must love the taste of my cock if
that's what you want."
Clearly fighting the urge to vomit, Edd doesn't comment on that.
"Alright, Princess," Terry begins sternly, "Get down on your knees. And open
wide."
Whimpering, Edd follows the command, his eyes averted so he's not looking at
the man's penis as he slides down off the toilet. After a couple of deep
breaths and after closing his eyes in discomfort, he sits up on his knees and
opens his mouth as wide as he can. Terry carefully slips his cock past Edd's
lips, moaning softly at the warm, tender heat of his mouth. He rests his hands
on the sides of Edd's head, holding him in place.
"Use your tongue," Terry commands through a moan, "And go nice and slow."
He hears Edd gag again, but he still forces himself to nod. Edd's hands rest on
the man's thighs to steady himself. Per Terry's command, Edd shyly flicks his
tongue against the head of his cock. Pleased, Terry closes his eyes, slowly and
gently rocking his hips. The hot, wet heat is fuckin' perfection. As Edd seems
to get more comfortable with the act, he begins to use his tongue a bit more;
dragging it along the man's shaft and bobbing his head slowly. Fuckin perfect.
When Terry reaches his climax, his grip on Edd's head and hair gets tighter and
he pulls him against his pelvis. Edd gags, his hands slapping the man's thighs
as his breathing is obstructed. Too fuckin' bad.
"Fuckin' swallow it, you little slut," Terry snarls through his teeth.
Cringing, Edd makes a warbling noise. Thrusting into Edd's mouth and throat,
Terry rides out his orgasm, moaning low and sucking in air through his teeth.
Only after his body begins to relax does he remove his cock from Edd's throat
and mouth. The boy starts coughing wildly and curls in on himself as he covers
his mouth with both hands to stop himself from vomiting. Grimacing at him in
disgust, Terry adjusts himself, slipping his cock back into his pants and
zipping back up.
Without another word, he turns to the closet and opens it up. While Edd slowly
recovers, he takes the time to remove every towel from the shelves and throw
them to the floor. After unlocking the door, he then gathers them up and throws
or kicks them out into the hallway. He closes the door again and glances back
at Edd, finding him to be struggling to get back on his knees.
"M-May I…p-please come back to the…b-bedroom with you…?" he stutters with a
gulp before adding shyly, "D-Daddy?"
Terry scoffs; "Fuck no." He turns to him fully. "You can spend the night in
here and fuck yourself, sweetheart."
Startled, Edd carefully rises to his feet; "B-But…"
"In fact," Terry begins, picking up the dildo, "I expect you to start using
this."
"Wh…What…?"
"Oh yeah," Terry smirks, "I want you to spend the night fucking yourself on
this."
Edd stumbles over his words, trying to protest.
"Here's the deal, Princess," Terry sneers, "I'll come back and check on you in
the morning. If you've been practicing with this, I'll give you a nice treat.
But if not, I'll have to punish you." His grin becomes more wicked. "Severely."
Throwing the dildo onto the floor at Edd's feet, Terry turns away again to
leave. Before opening the door again, he shoots Edd a smirk over his shoulder.
"Goodnight, Princess," he coos. Turning to the door, he adds cooly. "And don't
forget to use plenty of lube."
Chuckling, he slips back out of the bathroom and locks it up tight.
***** Lay Down the Edd *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
As Terry wakes the next morning, he finds himself feeling just as irritable as
he was when he went to bed. Without his little Princess nestled in his arms,
waking up is far less pleasant. The bed just feels so much colder without the
delightfully warm body beside him. Rolling onto his back, he rubs his eyes. He
doesn't want to get up. What's the point? He'll just be wasting time until he
has to go back to sleep before his shift tomorrow. It's not like Edd will have
actually been doing what he told him. And at this point, he won't be very
willing to do anything else he tells him to. Why bother going to check on him?
Dragging his hand down his face, he's reminded of just how badly he needs a
shave. Guess there's that…With a groan, he rises to sit up. Shrugging off the
sleep and the lack of motivation, he slides out of bed; cracking his neck and
stretching. With a huff, he grabs his keys and leaves the bedroom. He doesn't
bother with his robe or any other clothes. There's definitely no point to that.
However, he considers just ignoring Edd for a bit in favor of getting some
breakfast. Eh, fuck it…Might as well get it out of the way. Before opening the
door, he grabs one of the towels he'd left in the hallway. If he's gonna waste
time with Edd, then he's going to at least get a shower in as well.
When he enters the bathroom, he finds the little Princess huddled in the tub.
Shivering, but still sleeping. The little body is curled up to fit in the small
space, and though his arms are lax, they were once clearly wrapped tight around
his middle in a pitiful attempt to stay warm. His features are relaxed with his
lips slightly parted, but tears still linger on his cheeks.
The sight would be arousing if not for one small detail, which Terry spots
beside the tub. The dildo is still laying on the floor where he'd left it
yesterday, obviously untouched. Gritting his teeth, he throws the towel and his
keys down and slams the door shut. Edd squeals as he's jolted from his slumber
and as he sits up straight. When he notices Terry standing at the door, he
immediately backs away, his eyes wide as he huddles into a corner. Stomping
over to the boy, Terry snatches up the dildo and steps into the tub. With a
snarl, he grabs Edd by his hair and shoves the toy into his cringing face.
"What the fuck did I say?!" he demands.
Shaking his head and trying to pry Terry's hand off of him, Edd stutters out
something unintelligible, so Terry gets more forceful.
"I told you to fuckin' use this!"
Shivering, Edd squirms in Terry's grip, sobbing already.
"I-I can't!" he insists, "It h-hu-hurts too much!"
As those words meet his ears, Terry sees red.
"You 'can't'?" he mocks, "It hurts?"
With a growl, he shoves Edd back as he releases him, making him hit his head
against the wall. Throwing the dildo into the sink, he grabs the lube and yanks
the curtain closed before turning on the water. Might as well get that shower
in while he punishes the little Princess, after all. Yanking Edd to his feet,
he turns him around so that his back is facing him.
"Put your hands on the wall," he orders.
"P-Please!"
"Did I fuckin' stutter?!" Terry roars back, smacking him sharply against the
back of the head.
Edd screams, half in pain and half in terror, and slaps his hands against the
wall in front of him. Giving a sharp nod, Terry coats his fingers in the lube
before setting it in the soap holder in the wall. Leaning over the quivering
boy, Terry covers one of Edd's hands with his own to support himself and poises
the other near Edd's rectum. He doesn't penetrate him yet as he breathes into
the boy's ear.
"I'll show you hurt."
Without another word, he shoves two of his fingers into Edd's ass, making the
boy gasp and cry out in shock and pain. He removes his free hand from the wall
to try to stop Terry's probing fingers. With a grimace, Terry twists those
fingers, making Edd warble in agony.
"Keep your hands on the goddamn wall!"
Shaking, Edd reluctantly follows the command. He's unable to place his palm
flat on the wall as his fingers curl instinctively into tight fists, but he at
least keeps his hand still. Terry roughly stretches Edd out, but doesn't put
too much effort into the task. He needs this to hurt. When he feels that Edd's
been prepared enough, he grabs the bottle of lube again and releases Edd's
hand. Edd doesn't dare move, though he can't stop his body from shivering. When
Terry's lubed up his cock and stroked himself to full erection, he throws the
bottle away and grabs Edd's hips to hoist him up a bit. That gets the boy
talking again as he's pressed more forcefully against the wall.
"P-Please!" he gasps when the head of Terry's cock presses against his ass, "D-
Don't! N-Not again! I-I can't!"
"I don't wanna hear it!" Terry snaps back, "I don't care if 'you can't'. You're
gonna take it, dammit!"
Guiding his cock past the tight ring of muscle, Terry doesn't focus for even a
second on the pleasure. This doesn't even feel good for him anymore. And, as
far as he's concerned, it won't feel good again until Edd's willingly rocking
back against his cock. Instead of that, however, Edd shrieks in agony, his
fingers scrambling for purchase against the slick tiles.
"S-Stop!" he pleads, "I-It hurts!"
"Damn right it hurts!" Terry grunts, thrusting his hips against the tight heat,
"And until you fucking do what I say, it's only ever going to hurt."
"T-Terry!" Edd sobs, "P-Please!"
Reflexively, Terry slaps the back of Edd's head again, knocking him forward so
that his forehead hits the wall.
"What the fuck did I tell you before?!" he pulls Edd back to meet his thrusts,
"You call me 'Daddy' from now on, dammit! Now, say it!"
More pathetic sobs before Edd stutters back; "D-Daddy!"
"That's more like it," Terry sneers, pressing his nose against Edd's neck, "Say
it again, Princess."
"D-Daddy…" Edd whimpers, grunting as the man's nails dig into his hips in time
with his thrusts, "P-Please!"
Ignoring Edd's pleas, Terry instead focuses on his thrusts and reaching his
orgasm. He doesn't try to pleasure Edd. Can't let him enjoy even a second of
this. Standing straight, Terry gazes down at the boy's back and licks his lips.
He may not want Edd to enjoy this, but, he must admit, he's beginning to. The
soft skin beneath his fingers and stretching along the slender back is fuckin'
beautiful. He only wishes this wasn't a punishment…He wants to look into Edd's
eyes during this. He wants Edd's arms around his shoulders, holding him tight
as he tries to meet the man's thrusts.
But he won't be getting that wish any time soon. Not until he's broken him a
bit more. For now, he's just gotta focus on finishing this. At least the sight
of his pretty Princess all helpless to him like this is a helluva turn on. As
he nears his orgasm, he leans back to speak into Edd's ear.
"Who's yer Daddy, Princess?" he pants, his tongue flicking out to trace the
boy's earlobe.
He feels Edd cringe and hears the disgusted whimper, but he chooses to ignore
that for now. When Edd doesn't immediately respond past that, however, he digs
his nails harder into the plush skin of his hips. Edd whines in pain, his
fingers curling into fists against the tiles.
"You gonna make me ask you again?!" Terry snarls through his teeth.
Edd sobs pitifully, pressing his forehead against the wall.
"Y-You are…" he whimpers.
"I'm what?"
The boy whines again in disgust before wearily glancing back at him.
"Y-You're my D-D-Daddy," he stutters back, quivering.
"That's right," Terry chuckles, dragging his tongue over Edd's neck, "And
you're my pretty little Princess."
Edd sobs, bowing his head low to try and avoid that claim.
"Don't go so quiet," Terry commands through his panting as he picks up his
pace, "Keep talkin' to me, Princess. Keep callin' me 'Daddy'."
Whimpering, Edd forces himself to comply. With each warbling moan Edd manages,
it spurs Terry closer to his release. Now it's starting to feel good. As his
climax takes him, his body goes rigid. He pulls Edd flush against his hips,
preventing him from moving away for even a second. At the same time, he pushes
his hips forward a bit so that Edd's leaning harder against the wall.
After his body begins to relax, he notices Edd's arms going lax as well. His
toes are stretching towards the ground that he's barely able to reach, but his
legs are quivering and don't look like they'd be able to hold him up even if he
were to be set down on his feet again. As Terry's cock softens, he tests this
by carefully pulling out of him. Edd whines softly, his body jolting in pain as
Terry lowers him to his feet again. His knees give out and he falls like a rag
doll to the floor of the tub.
Rolling his eyes, Terry turns away to finish his shower. He can still hear
Edd's sobbing over the running water, but doesn't pay him much thought as he
washes himself. When he's sufficiently clean, he turns the water off again and
pulls the curtain open. He notices Edd flinch out of the corner of his eye, but
he's still not moving from where he's curled up in the tub. Stepping out of the
shower, Terry grabs his towel, letting his keys fall to the floor with a light
thud, and dries himself off. When he's dry enough, he wraps the towel around
his waist and approaches the sink. After moving the dildo out of the way, he
grabs his shaving cream and razor.
While he cleans himself up, he spots Edd in the mirror starting to move, but
not much. He hears the boy's stomach give a loud, angry growl, which Edd is
either embarrassed by or which causes him pain, because he sharply curls in on
himself. It has been a while since he fed the kid…It's no surprise that he'd be
hungry right now. After a moment, he sees Edd pull himself up to lean his upper
body against the edge of the tub. Still, it seems that that's the extent of his
strength right now.
Only after Terry's rinsed away the remaining shaving cream does Edd finally
speak up.
"P-Please…" he stutters, "M-May I p-please eat?"
Terry scoffs as he pats his face with the dry side of the towel.
"Why the fuck should I do that?" he retorts, "I gave you a simple order,
Princess, and you didn't do it."
"Please!" Edd begs, bowing his head, "P-Please feed me, D-Daddy!"
Ooh…Now that's some good begging. Cocking his brow, Terry turns back to him as
he wraps the towel around his waist again.
"Alright, fine," he relents, "You get yourself all cleaned up and I'll bring
you somethin' to eat."
He moves to walk to the door, but is stopped by Edd feebly grabbing his leg.
"P-Please," he whimpers, "M-May I also have a towel to…t-to dry off with
afterwards?"
Grimacing, Terry jerks his leg away.
"No." Edd deflates at that, but Terry refuses to give in, "If you want that
kind've luxury, you better start doin' what I tell you."
Without waiting for a response, he grabs his keys from the floor and storms out
of the bathroom and locks it back up. Heading for the kitchen, he decides to
make his own breakfast after he feeds Edd, so he doesn't worry about preparing
much. He grabs a couple slices of bread and pops them into the toaster. While
he waits, he grabs the butter. No jelly. Nothing more than butter on toast.
It'll be enough to keep Edd from starving, but it'll still leave him hungry.
Maybe even more malleable.
When the toast pops, Terry slaps a dollop of butter on each slice before
grabbing a napkin. It's a waste of time to put them on a plate. Back to the
bathroom, he hears the familiar groaning within the pipes that signifies
running water, so it's no surprise that he finds the shower curtain pulled shut
and the silhouette of his little Princess in the shower. Damn…He might have to
put the brat's breakfast on hold a little longer so they can enjoy a second
round…
That thought's abolished, however, when he shuts the door. The sound it makes
causes Edd to freeze before he leans down to turn the water off. He peeks shyly
out of the curtain to look at him. When he spots the food in his hands, he bows
his head and pulls the curtain open, though he still tries to hide behind them
a little. Afterwards, he slinks down to his knees, shivering as the cold air
hits his wet, naked body. It summons a wicked grin to Terry's lips. Good. He
doesn't even need to tell Edd what to do. With a smirk, Terry approaches him
and kneels down beside the tub. Leaning with his elbow on the porcelain, he
presents Edd with his meager meal. Edd pouts in disappointment at the sight of
nothing but toast, and reluctantly reaches out to take one of the slices.
After taking his first bite, however, his eyes go wide and he goes very still.
Terry observes him as he does nothing for a moment or two, merely stares at the
food. Finally, Edd's brow knits together and his red eyes begin to well up with
tears again. He swallows the bite in his mouth and releases a shaky breath. As
he does, Terry believes he hears him mutter the name 'Ed' before the tears
start falling again. Gritting his teeth, Terry sits up a bit straighter.
"If you're just gonna keep blubberin' like a little bitch, then I'll just take
this back," he threatens, grabbing the boy's hand that's holding the toast,
"And you'll have to wait even longer for food."
Eyes wide, Edd shakes his head and feebly wipes away his tears before shoveling
the toast into his mouth. Taking a moment to swallow, he gingerly takes the
second piece and gobbles that down as well. Toast crumbs sprinkle down over his
chest and into the tub, sticking instantly to the boy's skin. When Edd swallows
down the last bite, Terry rises to his feet again.
"Good boy."
Before anything else, he turns to the toilet to pee. He likely won't be coming
back in here for a few hours so he best get this out of the way now. After
relieving himself, he washes his hands and retrieves the dildo and the lube. He
then drops them into the tub, where they clatter to the floor near the drain,
before turning back to the door.
"Now, you just stay in here and get back to practicing."
Edd releases a particularly forced sob; "P-Please…M-Must I really do this?"
Looking back at the boy, Terry shoots him a disgusted look.
"You will if you want to eat again," he warns, "Or if you ever wanna feel warm
again. Or if you ever wanna get out of this fucking bathroom again!"
Edd flinches, instinctively shielding himself as though Terry were about to hit
him. Taking a deep breath, Terry composes himself again.
"If you don't learn to use that dildo," he begins carefully, drawing Edd to
look up at him again, "I'm going to make things even more uncomfortable for
you. And I know you don't want that."
Quivering, Edd nods.
"Y…Yes sir…" he mumbles.
Satisfied, Terry leaves him alone again to get dressed.
With that taken care of, and after a modest breakfast, he decides to install
the metal ring in the bedroom. Once Edd starts following his orders better,
he'll tie him down to it, but for now, he can at least make sure it'll hold. To
test this, he slips the leather loop of the leash through the metal ring and
pulls the rest of the leash through that loop, creating a simple, yet effective
knot. Wrapping the clasp-end of the leash around his hand a couple of times, he
then pulls with all his might. He's pleased to find that the ring holds well.
Perfect, but he's not done yet.
His next issue to tackle is how he'll attach Edd to this mock-post. He has the
collar to attach the leash to, but the clasp is too easy for Edd to remove. For
that matter, with enough patience, Edd could also remove the collar without
much trouble. But that's where the miniature padlocks come into play. It takes
a bit of trial and error, but he finally finds the solution that will firmly
lock Edd into place. Instead of using the clasp on the leash, Terry instead
takes the ring that the leather is secured to and attaches it to the ring on
the collar with the mini padlock. Without the key, Edd can't remove the leash,
but there's still the collar to deal with. Much like the leash, however, this
is a simple fix with a second padlock. The metal shackle is thin enough that it
can just barely fit through the notches, so he fits the lock around metal frame
of the clasp. The center pin is easy enough for the shackle to rest on top of,
further locking it into place.
Once he's figured out the most effective way to secure the leash and collar, he
removes the padlocks and marks them and their assigned keys. With all of the
keys he has to keep track of just for Edd, he decides to gather them together
onto a key ring. One for the bedroom, one for the bathroom, and now the two for
the leash and collar. Who knew training his little Princess would be this much
of a hassle…?
Speaking of training, he spends a little more time back on his book and finds
an upsetting detail. He'd forgotten that punishments were discouraged, not just
because they were 'inhumane', but also because they were typically ineffective.
However, the specific way they're ineffective is the important detail he needs
to bear in mind. While punishment will act as a deterrent against behavior the
pet must avoid, it can also have the unintentional effect of making them avoid
behavior the owner desires.
Fuck…
Long story short; he can't keep using sex as a punishment the way he did
earlier in the bathroom. Edd's already doing everything he can to avoid using
the dildo. Whether it's actually out of pain or because the very notion of
punishment is making sex undesirable, Edd's acquiring an aversion to sex.
Dammit! God fucking dammit! He might've unintentionally set himself back this
morning. He half expects his little fantasy Edd to appear to chastise him for
losing his temper again. Thankfully, it would seem he's going to leave him
alone. Maybe because he's already come to the conclusion he would've been
scolded into discovering? Either way, this is definitely a setback.
This really is going to be more difficult than he expected.
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The rest of the day passes without incident. He chooses to avoid the bathroom
as much as he can, only checking in every now and then when he needs to pee. No
surprise; Edd's not making a lot of progress, but he's putting in more of an
effort than Terry expected. For starters, he's at least picked the toy up and
has clearly been inspecting it. Pleased, Terry merely reminds him that he
better get to work on actually using it before leaving again.
The only other time he returns to the bathroom to confront Edd is to present
him with a light dinner consisting of a single peanut butter sandwich in
exchange for a few timid kisses. Edd obliges him well, to the point that Terry
is able to more easily forgive his slow progress with the dildo. He's got it
lubed up and the remnants of the cold gel on his fingers and backside indicate
that he seems to be putting in the effort to actually use it. It's a start.
As the day comes to an end, he returns to the bedroom alone again. Fucking
bullshit. Maybe he should just bring Edd back to bed. Just for the night?
Snuggling under the covers with a much more obedient little Princess…Nuzzling
that soft, sweet skin…Kissing those pretty, pink lips…The thought is so
tantalizing. So arousing to even think about. His fingers twitch in earnest to
grab his keys to go retrieve his damsel.
But he doesn't. As bad as he wants it, he decides it's best to wait. He has to
get some sleep in before work, anyway. However…He spots the boy's discarded hat
across the room. Brow cocked, he approaches it and bends over to pick it up.
Licking his lips, he holds the fabric over his nose and takes a long, deep
breath. The scent of a fragrant shampoo overpowering a mild hint of sweat and
pencil shavings. Definitely a scent he can only associate with his little
Princess. He exhales shakily, overcome with desire.
This'll do…
With a smirk, Terry returns to the bed and strips out of his clothes. As he
reclines on the bed, he holds the boy's hat to his face, curling his fingers
into the fabric so that it bunches up against his nose. Closing his eyes, he
uses his free hand to stroke his cock, imagining Edd's dainty little hand
instead. He'd be way more uncertain in his movements, of course. More shy and
maybe even a little embarrassed. Gazing at him with those gorgeous, green eyes
and waiting to be told that he's doing it right. Or rather, that's what he'd
like to see. No, his timid little Princess would be shy and uncertain, but he'd
be looking fuckin' anywhere else. But that's okay. It's the touch of his little
darling that he wants most. His breathing gets heavy as he quickens his pace.
Licking his lips as he imagines Edd leaning forward to give is cock a tentative
lick. He presses the fabric of the hat against his face as he cums, breathing
deeply as though the scent might fade any second.
As he comes down from his high, he finally moves the hat away to gaze down at
it. He can only imagine the reaction Edd would have when he discovers that
Terry had used his precious headwear to masturbate. For that matter, he does
still have a mess to clean up. But if he uses the hat, he won't have the
delicious scent of his little Princess. Hmm…Quite the conundrum.
Nah…He reaches over and grabs a couple of tissues from the nightstand to clean
himself up. For tonight, he'll leave the hat clean. At the very least, it'll
simulate his little Princess lying beside him. Once that smell fades, he'll
throw out all fucks and start using it like the sock it looks like.
With a content sigh, he tosses the tissue away and pulls the covers over
himself. After setting his alarm to wake himself up for work, he settles in to
sleep. Burying his face into the soft, black cloth, he closes his eyes again to
more easily picture his little darling beside him as he drifts off.
***** Go With the Bro *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
10:30 a.m. After shutting off his alarm, Terry drags himself out of bed and
begins his day by heading to the bathroom. He doesn't pay Edd much attention at
first so he can relieve himself, but he does notice that the kid's started to
wake up. As he washes his hands and inspects his jaw to determine whether or
not to shave, he spots the boy crawling out of the tub and sitting on the edge.
He's shivering terribly and is trying to hug his arms to still his shaking
body. Must be damn cold. Finally, Edd breaks the silence.
"Daddy…? M-May I…" he mumbles, his teeth chattering, "M-May I p-p-please go
back to the bedroom?"
Turning to Edd fully, Terry's eyes shift to the dildo still sitting in the tub.
Furrowing his brow, Edd follows his gaze until he spots the toy and he cringes.
"I-I'm trying," he whimpers, "I-It hurts." He looks back up at the man, looking
as pitiful as possible. "P-Please, Daddy!"
Brow cocked, Terry searches the tub with his eyes, looking for any sign of the
lubricant. He does spot it a moment later, sitting in the soap holder, but he
questions whether or not it's actually been used since yesterday. With a
grimace, Terry crosses his arms over his chest.
"Prove it," he grumbles. Edd looks confused by that, so he continues. "Show me
you've been 'trying'."
Tensing up, Edd glances back at the toy as though he expects it to attack him.
He swallows thickly and hunches his shoulders.
"I…I…can't…" he replies, "I-It hurts too much."
Bullshit. Gritting his teeth, Terry grabs the boy by the arm and yanks him to
his feet. Edd whines in protest, trying to pry the man's hand off of him.
"What the fuck is it gonna take for you to do what I fuckin' tell you?" Terry
growls, pulling him towards him.
"P-Please!" Edd sobs, "I-I really am trying!"
"Bullshit!"
Flipping the lid of the toilet down, Terry takes a seat and pulls Edd across
his lap onto his stomach. Edd flounders in an attempt to brace himself, but
Terry stops that by gathering up his wrists and holding them with one hand
against the boy's back. With his other hand, he caresses the boy's backside,
which is now very exposed to him.
"Wh-What are you doing?!" Edd gasps, his shoulders wriggling as he tries to
jerk his arms free.
"You've been a naughty boy," Terry mutters, squeezing and rubbing the soft
flesh as he speaks, "And I'm gonna punish you the way my old man used to punish
me. Same way most folks like to punish their little brats who don't listen."
"P-Please!" Edd whines, "I-I really am—"
"I don't wanna hear anymore lies outta you," Terry snaps back, squeezing Edd's
wrists tightly to make him whine again in pain, "You ain't been doing shit! And
that's the problem. All you're doing is stalling."
"I can't…" Edd sniffles, "I-I just can't…It hurts…a-and it's…e-embarrassing."
"Oh, it hurts?" Terry scoffs, "It's 'embarrassing'? That's gonna look tame
compared to what I'm about to do to you."
Ignoring Edd as he stutters out a plea to wait, to stop, to 'dear lord no!', he
rears his hand back and brings it down sharply across Edd's bare ass. He
grimaces against the shriek that it earns, but doesn't let that stop him from
spanking the boy over and over again. He does his best to make sure each strike
is roughly the same force as the last, but he refuses to let up. The sight of
the boy's skin turning a rosy shade of red that darkens more and more with each
smack is delightful as fuck. Much better than the alternative of beating that
pretty face in. Besides, this kinda pain should get the kid to start
cooperating at least a little bit.
When he believes that the message has sunk in enough, he finally releases Edd's
wrists. His backside is beet red and probably burns like hell and he's crying
as he shakily stands up again. After a moment, he glances up at Terry as he
tries to wipe away his tears. Regarding Edd with a sneer, he grabs the slender
wrist and pulls him closer to grab his chin.
"See now?" he mocks, "Wasn't that so much worse than fucking yourself on that
little toy?"
Trying to stifle his hiccups, Edd closes his eyes and forces himself to nod.
Satisfied with that answer, Terry releases the boy's wrist and chin and slides
his hands down his arms to instead grab his little hands.
"So, are you gonna do what I tell you?"
Bowing his head, Edd nods again; "Y…Yes, sir…"
"You better," Terry warns, "I don't wanna keep hurting you, but I will if you
keep this stubborn bullshit up. Do you understand?"
Edd finally looks up at him, nodding yet again.
"Good," Terry mumbles, looking him up and down. After a moment, he grins. "Now,
give Daddy a kiss, Princess."
With a tiny whimper, Edd hesitates only a moment before leaning in to oblige.
Those tasty lips against his own draw an immediate moan from him as he cups the
boy's jaw and holds him still. As his eyes drift closed, he feels Edd's hand
gently touch his own. A tiny moan escapes him as Terry's tongue slips past his
lips. Good reaction…After a few moments, he moves away, leaving Edd to shiver a
bit. Smirking, he drags his thumb over the pouting, pink lip.
"Now, don't that feel good?" he purrs, "Don't you like that?"
Edd shifts uncomfortably in front of him before shrugging, "Y-Yes…"
"That's right," Terry chuckles, "And I wanna keep makin' you feel that good,
sweetheart." He trails his hands down to caress Edd's hips. "I wanna treat you
like the Princess you are. So if you wanna keep feelin' good like that, then
you gotta give me what I want."
"Yes Te…" Edd bites his lip and hunches his shoulders, "Yes D-Daddy…"
"Good boy." Rising to his feet, Terry pulls him aside and out of his way. "I'll
be back in a few hours."
"Wh…Where are you going?" Edd asks softly, his brow furrowed.
"I gotta work, Princess."
"Work…?" Edd follows him as Terry walks to the door, "H-How long do you have to
work?"
"Depends," Terry retorts, "I'll probably be stuck there late as hell, but I'll
come back on my lunch break to give you somethin' to eat. And while I'm gone,
you're gonna keep working on using that fuckin' dildo."
"Please…" Edd whimpers, feebly grabbing the man's wrist, "M-May I please go
back to the bedroom? I-I'm so c-c-cold. M-May I please just lie down until you
return for lunch? Th-Then I'll use the toy!"
"Nice try, Princess," Terry scoffs back, "You're gonna stay in here till I
decide you've learned your lesson. And since you keep stalling, I'm guessing
the lesson aint sunk in yet."
"N-No! Please!" Edd sobs, pressing his forehead to Terry's arm, "P-Please let
me out of here! I-I'll do anything!"
Pushing Edd off of him, Terry shoots him a wicked grin.
"Then you better get to work, huh?"
With that, he exits the bathroom, locking Edd in and cutting off the wailing
sob that his answer and his actions earn him.
After getting dressed, he has just enough time to head out to the park a little
before noon. He hits up one of the food stands and gets himself a hotdog. Thank
god he gets free meals when he works. Sure, he's gotta fend for his own damn
self on his days off, but it's a nice compensation that he can snag a free
lunch or dinner. At least he doesn't have to worry about food while he waits
for his next paycheck. He tries to avoid talking to his coworkers as he gets to
work. Doing a quick test run of the ride he's stationed at, he lights a
cigarette and waits for the snot-nosed brats to start lining up. He can already
hear them at the ticket booth, screaming to get in and laughing like little
drunks. Fuck, he can feel the headache creeping up on him already.
And lo, here they come. Running around the park and shrieking like they're
being murdered. They begin lining up for his ride and he reluctantly does his
routinely walkthrough of checking each of their harnesses and securing the
empty seats. That'll change as the day passes and as more kids and their folks
show up, but for now he's gotta make sure the seat belts and shit don't go
flopping around to smack one of these walking lawsuits in the face. When about
half the ride is full and no other kids are waiting, he starts up the ride and
leans against the control panel for the first of what will be many times.
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The day passes slow as fuck, but Paul finally saunters over to relieve him for
his lunch break. Thank fucking god…After tagging out, he heads over to the
nearest food stand. He curses his shit luck when he spots Dave at the counter.
Ignoring the line, he walks to the side window to address the scrawny
motherfucker.
"Hey, asshole!" he shouts over the sound of sizzling and steam.
He notices one of the mothers in line covering her child's ears, but chooses
not to comment on that. Dave glances up at him before shooting him a shit-
eating grin.
"Hey! If it aint Martha Stewart!" he calls with a laugh, "Ya'll done with yer
redecorating?"
"Fuck off," Terry snarls back. Again, the woman covering her kid's ears looks
appalled. "I'm fuckin' starving. You gonna get me my lunch?"
And that's the bitch's cue to leave, muttering something about how they'll get
food at a less 'vulgar' location. Like I give a shit…Dave rolls his eyes.
"Yeah yeah, what'dya want?"
Terry leans against the window; "Gimme a burger with everything and some fries
— hold the cheese — and…"
He pauses, thinking about what he can bring Edd. It'll be a while before he
gets back after this break. Even though he doesn't wanna give Edd much, he's
gotta make sure he doesn't go too hungry…
"Gimme a hotdog, too," he adds, "One of them small ones."
Dave scoffs as he throws a burger patty onto the grill; "What? Are you eatin'
for two all of a sudden?'
"Very funny asshole," Terry retorts.
"Nah, but seriously, you know bitches like 'em without the extra pounds, right?
Don'tcha think you should be watchin' yer figure?"
"Why should I do that?" Terry sneers back, "Only thing I need to be watchin' is
your sister's head bobbin' up and down over my dick."
Dave scoffs again, not skipping a beat; "You keep eatin' like this, you ain't
even gonna be able to see that for much longer."
Gritting his teeth, Terry decides to drop the matter there. He'll probably have
to deal with that bullshit long after this, and, really, the more time he has
to waste with this piece of shit, the less time he can spend with his little
Princess.
Finally, his food is prepared and Dave brings it to the window.
"Ya got a bag?" Terry asks, glancing around the counter.
"Why?" Dave asks, cocking his brow, "You ain't gonna just guzzle it down right
here?"
He chooses to ignore that; "No. I'm goin' back to my trailer for lunch."
"That sounds like a waste of time…" Dave notes under his breath, retrieving a
bag for him and filling it up with the food.
"Fuck you," Terry snaps, grabbing the bag once it's full.
"You're welcome," Dave calls after him, "Enjoy~!"
Rolling his eyes, Terry storms off to his trailer. After locking the front door
to make sure no one can slip in for whatever reason, he heads straight for the
bathroom. When he walks in, he finds Edd in the bathtub, huddled up and
shivering. The dildo is beside him and looks to have the lubricant spread over
it. That's promising.
"Get outta the tub," Terry commands as he locks the door behind him.
He makes a bee line for the toilet and sets the food down on the edge of the
sink as Edd shakily obliges. Taking a moment to relieve himself, he glances at
the boy over his shoulder as Edd curls up on the floor beside the tub. Clearly
he's too cold to stand up straight. Goddammit…
"You're usin' the lube, right?"
"Y-Yes…" Edd's tiny voice answers.
"Good."
When he's finished, he flushes the toilet and flips the lid down before washing
his hands. Grabbing the bag, he sits down on the seat and beckons Edd towards
him.
"C'mere, darlin'," he orders softly.
Giving him a weary look, Edd reluctantly unfurls himself and crawls over to
him. He stops at his feet, waiting for his next command. Now we're gettin'
somewhere…With a grin, he motions for Edd to come closer. He receives a pout in
response, but Edd still sits up straight and pushes himself to stand up. As
expected, he's very wobbly on his feet, which ends up working in the man's
favor as he leans against him for stability. Holding the bag with a few fingers
and his palm, he carefully maneuvers Edd so that he's sitting in his lap. To
his delight, Edd doesn't fight this and instead leans into his arms, his
shivering body seeking his warmth. I'll take it. With his free hand, he tilts
Edd's chin upwards to look at him and urges him to lean up into a kiss. Again,
he doesn't fight back, only moans softly against the man's lips. Terry pulls
away a moment later, licking his lips and grinning down at him.
"Very good," he purrs, "Now, I bet you're hungry, ain't ya?"
Edd nods, laying his head on the man's shoulder.
"Well then, we should eat, shouldn't we?"
As he opens the bag, he does consider making Edd do something sexual for him in
exchange for the food, but thanks to Dave taking his sweet ass time with their
lunch, he doesn't really have time for that. Instead, he decides to just get on
with their meal. Besides, Edd's not tried to move away from him yet. Even after
he's given his hotdog, he doesn't slip off of his lap. Anything to be warm
again? Fine with me. While they eat, Terry keeps one arm wrapped around his
little darling, holding him close. It certainly doesn't take long for him to
finish his own meal, but Edd takes his time, taking the smallest bites he can
and eating as slow as possible. Savoring the first real meal he's had lately.
Finally, he pops the last of the hotdog into his mouth and chews slowly as he
leans against Terry's chest, humming softly and trying to burrow into his arms.
Dammit…He wishes he didn't have to fuckin' leave again. With a sigh, Terry
slips his plaid shirt off before draping it over Edd's shoulders. Startled, Edd
glances up at him, eyes wide. Terry shoots him a wink before leaning in to
press a kiss to his forehead.
"A little reward for being such a good boy for my break," he breathes, "I'll
let you have this to stay warm."
Edd's shoulders fall, but not in any form of disappointment. He smiles a bit,
his brow furrowed as he leans back into the man's chest.
"What do you say, Princess?" Terry teases.
"Thank you, Daddy…" Edd mumbles back, nuzzling his chest.
"Good boy," Terry sighs as he places his hands on Edd's shoulders, "Alright,
I've gotta go back."
"No…" Edd whimpers, clinging to him, "J-Just a little longer?"
"As bad as I want that," Terry chuckles, carefully pushing him away, "I've
still got shit to do."
Bowing his head, Edd rises to his feet and slips his arms into the sleeves of
the plaid shirt. It swallows him up, making him look even smaller and more
delicate than before and Terry grits his teeth to fight back his desire. He
instead focuses on the boy's face as he grabs his little hands.
"I'll be home late, Princess," he informs him, "And in the meantime, what are
you going to do?"
With a sigh, Edd turns his head a bit, gazing at the dildo in the tub.
"I-I'll…p-p-practice with…that…"
Terry turns Edd's face back so that the boy's looking at him again; "That's
right. Now, give Daddy one last kiss before I go."
Edd whines a little in discomfort, but leans in to place a quick peck to the
man's lips. Pleased, Terry lets his hands go and rises to his feet. Keeping his
head bowed, Edd steps aside to let him pass, pulling the collar up further over
his neck and ears. Terry takes the empty food bag and heads for the door.
"Be good for me, Princess," he warns playfully as he lingers at the door, "I'll
bring you dinner when I come home tonight and maybe a little treat if you've
been using your toy."
"Y-Yes Daddy…" Edd mumbles back, fiddling with the cuffs on the sleeves
With that, Terry slips back out of the bathroom. After a quick stop at his room
to grab another overshirt to wear (so as not to arouse any possible
suspicions), he throws the bag away and heads back out to the park.
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The rest of his day passes by about as slowly as the beginning. More screaming
brats and obnoxious coworkers. Doesn't help that he still has that image of his
little darling wearing his shirt and cuddling as close to him as he fucking
can. Fuck if that break didn't leave him pent the hell up. The varying degrees
of annoying mothers and shit-faced kids are enough to help keep his boner at
bay, but when he has a moment to let his mind wander back to his lovely little
captive, he finds maintaining his composure to be much, much harder a feat.
As the park finally shuts down, he heads over to one of the food stands that
sells seafood snacks and picks up a medium-sized bucket of popcorn shrimp.
Should be enough in it to share with Edd rather than get anymore food. Reaching
his trailer, he locks the door behind him and leaves the shrimp on the table.
First thing's first, he's gotta get in a shower and a round of sex.
When he enters the bathroom with a towel, he's pleasantly surprised to find Edd
on the floor, his little legs spread and his knees up. The dildo is in one hand
laying limp at his side while his other hand rests on his heaving chest and he
can see remnants of the lube on his hands and along his thighs and taint. The
bottle, he notes, is lying discarded behind him closer to the tub. The plaid
shirt is folded and bunched up under his head like a pillow of sorts and his
expression is pained and exhausted. Grinning wickedly, Terry slams the door
shut and locks it behind him, startling the boy from his reverie. He bolts
upright, gasping softly before cringing and drawing his knees inward. His face
burns a deep red in shame as looks anywhere but up.
"Well, well," Terry purrs, peeling his overshirt off and letting it fall to the
floor, "Now this is a sight I wanna see when I get home."
Whimpering, Edd covers his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to stifle
his embarrassed sobbing as he curls in on himself in a pitiful attempt to cover
his genitals.
"Don't look so upset, sweetheart," Terry coos as he undresses, "You're doin'
real good. So I'm gonna give you somethin' good back."
Edd gives him an uncertain look and opens his mouth to speak. However, after a
moment, he closes it again and looks away as he leans against the tub. Terry
grimaces a bit at the dour response as he kicks off his shoes.
"Get the water goin', will ya?" he orders.
After a little sigh, Edd obliges, pulling the curtain mostly shut and turning
on the water. He keeps his head bowed as he holds his hand beneath the water to
test the temperature and doesn't say anything as Terry finishes undressing and
approaches the tub, grabbing the bottle of lube on his way.
"Get in."
Shoulders lax, the boy pushes the curtain aside a bit and slips into the tub
while Terry takes over control of the water's temperature. When he deems it to
be warm enough, but not scalding, he pulls the tap to switch the pressure from
the faucet to the shower head and joins Edd in the tub. In response, Edd holds
his arms and tries to turn away from him, exposing his back and bruised hips.
Brow cocked, Terry sets the lube aside and grabs his arm to turn Edd towards
him.
"You like to be clean, right, Princess?" he asks, perhaps a bit more harshly
than he would've liked.
Edd shrugs before giving a tentative nod.
"Course ya do," Terry mumbles, leaning over him and grabbing the bar of soap,
"Well, why don'tcha clean me for a change?"
Edd tenses up a bit, startled by this suggestion and lowers his gaze to the
soap. Terry shoves the bar into his hand before tracing along the boy's wrist
to his shoulder.
"C'mon, Princess," he coos, urging Edd to step closer to him, "I bet you'd do a
real good job."
Reluctantly, Edd takes a deep breath before timidly pressing the bar of soap
against Terry's chest. He begins gently scrubbing in little circles, keeping
his eyes locked on his own hands. God dammit those little fingers grazing his
skin feels fuckin' heavenly. As he works, Terry rewards him by rubbing similar
circles into the boy's hips. The positive response seems to be effective in
making Edd a bit more confident in his movements, but he doesn't stray to far
from Terry's torso. Whatever. It's not like he expected much more, but it's a
good start at least.
When Edd's clearly too uncomfortable to continue, Terry cups Edd's jaw to make
him look up at him. Leaning down, he pulls Edd into a kiss, slipping his tongue
past the boy's lips. With a tiny whimper, Edd drops the bar of soap to place
his shaking hands over Terry's wrists. Moaning, Terry moves his hands down to
rub up and down Edd's hips before groping his backside. Edd cries out in
surprise and instinctively presses his body against Terry's in an attempt to
avoid the squeezing fingers. Terry pulls away from the kiss to speak into Edd's
ear.
"I'm gonna make you feel good, Princess," he breathes, grabbing the bottle of
lubricant.
Edd glances down at the bottle as Terry pops it open and spreads a generous
amount of the substance over his fingers. As the bottle is set aside again, he
winces and takes a step back straight into the wall. Pressing himself against
the slick tiles, he feebly shakes his head.
"N-No…" he whimpers, "P-Please…Not that."
"C'mon, darlin'," Terry teases, cornering the boy against the wall, "Don't tell
me this don't feel good for you yet."
"N-No, it doesn't!" Edd cries back, covering his face with his hands, "It
hurts! Don't to this to me again!"
"Aww," Terry mocks, grabbing Edd's wrist with his clean hand, "Now don't be
that way. I'll make it feel good this time."
Edd keeps shaking his head, sobbing softly as he's turned to face the wall.
"Don't worry, Princess," Terry assures him, "I just gotta get you ready for the
main event."
Holding Edd's shoulder with one hand, he starts carefully stretching him out
with the other. The boy whines and grunts in painful protest, trying to move
away.
"P-Please stop!" he sobs.
"Shh…" Terry breathes, leaning in to kiss the back of Edd's neck, "Just relax.
It'll feel good soon."
When Edd only continues to cry, Terry moves his hand from the boy's shoulder to
drag down his chest, then further still to wrap around the small, flaccid cock.
The little sobs and whimpers are interrupted as Edd sucks in a gasp. Reaching
down, he tries to stop Terry from stroking his cock, but to no avail.
It's not much longer before he's got Edd moaning and digging his nails into
Terry's wrist in pleasure. That should be more than enough. Terry steps back,
releasing Edd so that he can spread the lube over his hardened cock. Glancing
back at him with his brow furrowed, Edd catches the man's erection and pales,
turning back around in shock as though he's just now remembered where this is
going. Chuckling softly, Terry leans down and places his hands on Edd's hips.
"Arms around me, Princess," he commands, adding a quick peck to Edd's lips,
"And hold on tight."
Cringing a bit, Edd obliges, wrapping his arms around the man's neck. Terry
hooks his hands under Edd's legs and hoists him up. Pressing him against the
wall, he wraps Edd's legs around his waist and pulls his hips flush against his
own. He grins at the low moan that earns him and begins sucking a new mark into
the boy's neck. The slender legs squeeze his hips as sultry moans slip from
Edd's lips. The boy's still hard, so the time is more than right. Distracting
Edd with kisses to his neck and lips, he carefully eases his cock past the
tight ring of muscle.
Edd groans mostly in pain, but with a hint of pleasure below the surface. Terry
allows him a moment to get used to the sensation before he starts rocking his
hips. Gotta take his time and go slow. After all, the better he can make it
feel, the more likely Edd will start to create a positive association with sex,
which will be so much better for him in the long run. With that in mind, he
reaches between them with his free hand and continues to stroke Edd's cock. The
boy's nails dig into his neck and shoulders as he's overcome with pleasure he
can't hope to handle. The tiny pinpricks are irritating for sure, but more than
acceptable if it means that the kid is getting used to this. He relishes the
moans that he's drawing out of Edd, which are getting louder and louder. It's a
damn good thing he soundproofed this room. There's no question that, if he
hadn't, any wandering passerby would hear him.
It doesn't take much time for young Edd to reach his orgasm. His little legs
squeeze Terry's hips again as his moans hit their highpoint. As he climaxes,
his ass clamps down on the man's cock, drawing a long, deep moan from Terry as
he holds the boy flush against himself. As the white lights behind his eyelids
fades, he starts to notice Edd's grip around his neck slipping. Shaking his
head to a bit to wake himself up, he carefully pulls his cock out of Edd and
eases him to the floor of the tub. As expected, Edd collapses like a rag doll,
his chest heaving as he tries to choke down all the air he can gather. He
manages to sit mostly upright, though, and leans against the back wall of the
tub, gazing up at the man. Terry smirks his way.
"Told ya I'd make ya feel good."
Edd sighs, his head bowing weakly. Taking that as a sign, Terry turns the water
off and pulls open the curtain. He wraps the towel around his waist and excuses
himself to retrieve their dinner. He even brings in a second towel for Edd when
he returns, which the boy burrows into without hesitation. Now that he's warm
and mostly dry, he finds Edd willing to snuggle into his lap while they eat.
It's a damn pretty sight. Finally, his work is starting to pay off. But he
can't go overboard with the rewards. Dinner, a towel to dry off with, and his
plaid shirt are about as much as he can provide right now. Eventually, he'll be
able to bring Edd back to the bedroom, but for now, he's gotta keep him here.
Make sure that Edd will without question do what he wants, including the more
intense commands like using the dildo.
The bucket is empty soon enough and Edd curls up in his lap, sighing softly as
sleep threatens to take him. With great reluctance, Terry tries to push him
off, but Edd tries to cling to him.
"P-Please," he whispers, his voice hoarse, "L-Let me sleep in a real bed again.
I beg of you!"
"Not yet, Princess," Terry sighs, carefully moving the boy off of his lap,
"Just keep using that toy and I'll bring you back to the bedroom soon enough."
Edd deflates at that, curling up on the floor.
"May I keep the towel…?"
"Yeah, yeah," Terry shrugs, grabbing up the bucket, "Keep the towel, keep the
shirt. And get some sleep if you want, but I expect you to keep practicing. Got
it?"
"Yes, sir…"
Edd's voice fades away a bit and it's only after Terry glances back does he
notice that the boy has already fallen asleep. Cocking his brow, he grabs the
plaid shirt he'd given him before and drapes it over the shivering upper body.
Reluctantly, he leaves the boy to sleep on the floor as he gathers up his dirty
clothes and as he exits the bathroom, locking it back up. He does consider
bringing him back with him. Fuck his training. He wants to wake up with his
Princess again. But he has a feeling if he shows too much generosity, Edd
really will regress and start disobeying him again. No. He's gotta make
absolutely sure the kid becomes one hundred percent obedient to him before
giving him more freedoms and better rewards.
Therefore, he skulks through the hall, dropping his clothes off in a hamper as
he returns to the bedroom to sleep and begin the whole process again tomorrow.
***** Happy as a Bro *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
And so begins a rather tedious week. As the days pass, Terry finds himself
falling into a pretty simple routine. He begins his day by heading straight to
the bathroom to check in on Edd. Typically, he finds that the boy hasn't been
doing what he asked or that he's made little to no progress. He gets the usual
excuses. It hurts too much. I was too tired. I'm too cold. As much as he wants
to stop — to just let him off the hook and abandon his attempts to train the
kid to use the toy — he knows he can't. Despite Edd's inability to actually do
much with it, he has been acting more obedient towards him. He bends to Terry's
will when the man's present and gives him what he wants when asked. However, if
Terry were to ease up and forgive this one thing, all of that progress may
reset.
And he can't have that.
So, when he comes into the bathroom every morning to find that Edd's not been
doing what he asked, he pulls the boy over his lap and spanks him. He doesn't
go overboard. Not enough time for that. Just enough to drive the message home
without hurting him too much.
During his lunch breaks, he heads back to his trailer with his meal and a
little something extra for Edd. And, of course, he gets an earful from
whoever's working the food stand. As if he didn't hear enough fat jokes from
those fuckers…But whatever. As obnoxious as it is, that's not what's important.
What is important is that he manages to get home with enough time to spare that
he can start sharing his lunch with Edd in exchange for having the kid blow him
again. Edd's reluctant, but his hunger proves to be a powerful motivation. And,
of course, it's more than enough to take Terry's mind off of his dickhole
coworkers. But, when that's all said and done, it's back to work, leaving Edd
alone again with his lunch and a warning to use the toy.
When his shift finally ends and he can head home, he makes a beeline for the
bathroom. Hopping into the shower with his little Princess, he gives him a
break from not using the toy to fuck him. He takes care to be more gentle than
when he was using sex as a punishment and even makes sure Edd enjoys it too.
After that, he eats with Edd before retreating to the bedroom to sleep. On
certain nights, if he's still feeling extra pent up and amorous, he'll also
masturbate with Edd's hat, which he shows no remorse in staining with his semen
now that the sweet scent of his little Princess has faded. Then he drifts to
sleep to begin the cycle again the next day.
Tedious proves to be an understatement, though. Mike gave him a damn full
schedule (probably some bullshit payback for taking a week off), so he doesn't
anticipate a break for at least a week. Fuckin' hell…What's worse, as the week
goes on, he finds himself getting more and more impatient. Finally, about
midway through the week, he decides he can't wait for Edd any longer and
decides to bring him back to the bedroom.
He begins that night by heading to the bedroom first to grab the ball gag. When
he spots the collar and the leash on the floor, he considers using them too,
but decides that he can probably hold off on it for a little longer — use it
when he needs it. Instead, he throws it into his drawer of sin with the other
toys, lubricant, and even Edd's soiled hat, and leaves the room with just the
gag. Then it's back to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Edd's more than a little relieved by the news that he'll be returning to the
bedroom. No sex in the shower and no more being holed up in the bathroom. He
even opens up his mouth wide in anticipation of Terry putting the gag in his
mouth. Returning with him to the bedroom, Edd nearly races to the bed, but
manages to remain near the door while Terry locks up. He knows he has to wait.
Only after Terry removes the ball gag does Edd take a tentative step further
into the room. When he receives no reprimand for the action, he immediately
approaches the bed and crawls up onto it. Without waiting for Terry, he
snuggles into the sheets to finally cover his shivering, naked body. Setting
the ball gag in the drawer, Terry pulls back the sheets, making Edd whine and
curl up. After beckoning the boy towards him, Terry crawls into bed with him.
What follows, of course, is a night full of whispered affections amidst wanton
moans and unchecked lust, concluding at last in labored breathing and tingling,
unresponsive limbs. As Terry delights in the afterglow, holding the small body
against his own, he decides any possible consequence is worth it if it means
cradling his little darling in his arms after sex. Edd's reaction is about what
he expected; whimpering little sobs and tears staining the sheets beneath them.
However, he gets a little added bonus of the boy clinging to him, perhaps in
the hope that holding him still will prevent any further abuse to his body.
Either way, it's heavenly. So much so that Terry's able to drift to sleep,
placing tender kisses to the soft skin of his neck and shoulders.
Waking up the next morning is better than ever, now that his little Princess is
cuddled up in his arms. Fucking perfect. If not for the grumbling of their
stomachs urging him to move, he would've considered calling off for the day to
just spend it in bed with Edd. However, he's reminded in that moment that they
hadn't eaten the night before in his haste to begin their night of passion.
Reluctantly, he untangles himself from his Princess and throws on his robe to
head to the kitchen. Of course, the food he'd brought home the night before is
fuckin' inedible now. Soggy from sitting in grease for so long and with an
unpleasant odor, he decides to pitch that in favor of some eggs and toast.
He doesn't bother doing anything sexual with Edd while they eat. Not enough
time. Just gotta eat and get ready for work. Ignoring Edd's protests, he drops
the boy off in the bathroom and continues his day as normal. He might be
concerned that his improved mood might be suspicious, but the obnoxious brats
and equally irritating coworkers effectively erase that worry along with
whatever positivity he might've been able to muster.
Things continue as usual for the rest of the week. While he's working during
the day, Terry orders Edd to train with the dildo in the bathroom. He's going a
bit easier on the kid — letting him sleep in the bed and keep his overshirt to
stay warm — but he still expects some results. It's frustrating as all hell,
though. Even with Edd being slightly more obedient, he can't seem to bring
himself to use the toy on command. Even after his punishments, his progress is
minimal.
Finally, as the week comes to an end, he gets somewhere. When he returns from
work that night to find that Edd's not been using the toy, Edd makes a pitiful,
desperate plea.
"Sh-Show me!" he begs with a sob as he shields himself from the man's raised
hand.
To say that Terry's taken aback by that is an understatement. He regards Edd
with a suspicious look, so the boy timidly elaborates, his eyes shutting tight
and his head bowing in shame.
"I…I don't know how to…t-to do it without it h-hurting," he explains, glancing
up with his brow furrowed, "C-Can you p-please just…show me how…?"
Lowering his hand, Terry cocks his brow; "Why do you want me to show you? I
though it was too 'embarrassing'?"
Biting his lip, Edd bows his head to hide his blush.
"B…Because you…" he swallows thickly, fidgeting with the sleeves of the plaid
shirt, "Y-You make it…f-feel good…"
That, Terry decides, is definitely an acceptable answer. With a wicked grin, he
strips down and joins Edd on the floor. As he opens the bottle of lubricant,
Edd doesn't stop his fidgeting.
"M-Must we d-do this here?" he mumbles, "C-Can't we go back to the b-bedroom
first?"
"I still need a shower, Princess," Terry retorts, spreading the lube over his
fingers, "Besides, cleanup will be easier in here, don'tcha think?"
Edd shrugs, refusing to raise his gaze any farther than the fluffy rug beneath
them; "I suppose that's true…"
"Spread your legs, sweetheart'," Terry coos, placing his free hand on the boy's
shoulder.
He receives a soft whine in protest, but Edd shyly obeys, his fingers curling
into tight fists at his sides. Rubbing Edd's shoulder, Terry leans in to kiss
Edd's temple in an attempt to calm him. With his other hand, he starts probing
at Edd's puckered hole. The boy whines again, his brow furrowed as he tenses.
"Relax, Princess. Deep breaths."
Toes curling and clenching, Edd sucks in as many deep, gasping breaths as he
can manage in an effort to distract himself from the finger that's stretching
him. Terry observes him carefully as Edd arches his back a bit. His little
hands remain at his sides, digging into the rug. Brow cocked, Terry leans into
his ear.
"You can't just sit there and do nothin'," he informs him.
Edd glances at him, so he decides to explain.
"Touch yourself, Princess. If you want it to feel good, you gotta touch
yourself."
Groaning in discomfort, Edd reluctantly moves one of his shaking hands to begin
stroking his flaccid cock. Pleased, Terry rewards him with kisses to his temple
and his cheek. He'll have to work on getting Edd to do this all himself, but
for now, he's more than happy to be of assistance. It's just what he wanted,
after all; Edd's coming to him for pleasure. For now, he's perfectly content to
whisper encouraging words into the boy's ear and help him along with kisses
peppered along his cheek. Once Edd's properly aroused, and when Terry believes
he's been stretched enough, he decides it's time to move on.
"Grab the dildo, Princess," he commands gently.
Shivering, Edd shakily reaches over and picks up the toy. Brow furrowed, he
shyly holds it towards the man for him to take. Terry shakes his head and hands
him the lube instead.
"You're gonna use it," he explains, "I'll help you if you need it, but you're
gonna lube it up and start fucking yourself on it."
Edd's shoulders fall; "P-Please…I-I don't…"
"You gotta learn to do it yourself," Terry goes on, "I want you to use it when
I aint here. So you gotta do it yourself."
After another pathetic whine, Edd bows his head and accepts the bottle. While
he uncomfortably spreads the lubricant over the shaft of the toy, Terry strokes
the boy's cock to help him maintain his erection. With the toy now glistening
with the lubricant, Terry moves his hand from Edd's cock to grab his wrist. He
then leads the boy's hand to move the dildo down towards his asshole.
"Alright, Princess," he coos, letting go of Edd's wrist, "I'll help you put it
in."
Ignoring Edd's whimpering, he pushes two fingers into the boy's rectum and
scissors them outward. With quivering hands, Edd presses the tip of the dildo
against his stretched hole. Keeping his palm upward and carefully removing his
fingers, Terry helps him guide the toy in. At the same time, he massages Edd's
shoulder with his other hand and leans in to start sucking a new mark into the
soft skin of his neck. Edd cringes, his toes curling and his knees drawing
inward. His breathing becomes more labored as he pushes the toy in further.
"Relax," Terry reminds him, stroking the small cock again, "The more you tense
up, the more it'll hurt."
After a quick glance up at him, Edd shuts his eyes tight. He begins taking
deeper, slower breaths, during which time, Terry continues his methods of
distracting him by stroking him and teasing the skin on his neck. It seems to
work pretty well as far as the man can tell. Edd's panting becomes laced with
moans, though he's still not tried moving the dildo very much. To remedy this,
Terry grabs the boy's hand that's gripping the toy and slowly makes him move it
in and out. Edd's moans are soon broken with grunts and more whimpers as he
adjusts to the sensation. Gasping in air, he leans against the man's chest,
arching his back.
"Shh…" Terry breathes, dragging his nose up along Edd's cheek as he moves to
nibble on his ear, "Daddy'll make it feel good."
Panting, Edd glances up at him, his pretty, pink lips parted slightly to allow
for his heaving breath. Licking his own lips, Terry leans in to taste Edd's. He
cups the back of the boy's head with the hand that had previously been
massaging the tiny shoulder and brings his other hand up to graze the boy's
jaw. He feels Edd's fingers touch his wrist and the tiny moan against his lips
as he slips his tongue into Edd's mouth. Teasing that adorable little gap
before seeking out the timid tongue within.
Moments later, however, he notices that all of Edd's movement seems to have
stopped. He still has his hand on the toy, but he's not moving it. Dammit. He
reaches down to make Edd's hand start moving again and breaks the kiss for a
second.
"Don't stop," he hisses.
With a gulp, Edd nods and turns his head down to focus on the dildo moving in
and out of him. To Terry's delight, he even goes back to touching himself as he
was instructed. Terry continues to observe him and praise him, pleased with his
obedience. He can tell when the kid is getting close. Worrying his lower lip
between his teeth and exposing that cute fucking gap. His breathing gets
faster, as do his hands. Moaning 'Daaaaaddyyyyy!' under his breath. Faster and
faster. Seeing an opportunity, Terry leans into his ear again and licks the
lobe.
"Cum for Daddy, Princess," he purrs.
That seems to do the trick. Edd orgasms with a soft, strangled cry, his body
going rigid as he shuts his eyes tight. Fuck that's hot…Seeing his little
darling coming undone in his arms. Masturbating and cumming because he told him
to — because he is there. The sort of image he would've thought impossible to
witness for himself a few weeks prior. If this is a dream, someone pull the
plug so I don't fuckin' wake up…
When Edd finally relaxes again, his body calming from its climax, he gingerly
removes the dildo and lets it plop to the floor. His body aquiver, he pulls his
slender legs towards himself and turns his body towards Terry. The man chuckles
as he cups the soft cheek.
"Good boy," he breathes, "I told you it'd feel good."
Sighing uneasily, Edd rests his cheek against Terry's chest, his breathing
still a bit ragged and his body and mind still shaken from the pleasure.
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For the next few weeks, Terry helps Edd get used to using the dildo, with which
the boy's still reluctant, but becoming more receptive to. By the end of the
month, he's able to use it to reach an orgasm, but never looks truly satisfied.
He always looks upset; shaken and tearful like he should be ashamed. It's a
habit Terry's been unable to break him of thus far.
Aside from that, however, things are going swimmingly. Edd regularly seeks
comfort in Terry's arms. When harsh storms rock the coastal area and break
through their quiet evenings or even shut the park down for a day, Edd will be
stricken with a panic that only Terry's affection seems to cure. He relishes in
every moment. When he's feeling sad or scared, or even a little unwell, he's
confides that 'Daddy makes him feel safe'. It's perfect. He knew his little
darling would be the perfect student. Taking to his training like the obedient
pet he is. The circumstances couldn't have been better.
As such, Terry informs him that he's got a special surprise he's planning to
get him. After taking a few measurements, he heads to a clothing store and
starts looking for a few cute dresses. He'd been letting Edd wear his jersey
again to stay warm, but it's about time he get him some real clothes too. The
ladies are more helpful than he expected, but then again, experience had taught
him that bitches love helping out poor, confused, newly-single dads who're
trying to do right by their daughters. With the measurements he'd written down,
they helped him pick out the cutest fucking dresses and other adorable outfits
that he just knows will look perfect on Edd. To really sell the schtick, he
also gets a pack of panties and throws in a sob story about how 'a lot of her
clothes were lost in the accident'. Of course, they ate that shit up.
Returning to the trailer, he's not surprised that Edd's slightly disappointed
by the clothes. A few mumblings about how he's a boy go ignored as Terry has
him try them on for him. As expected, Edd really does make a cute girl. The
sizes are perfect. Perhaps a little loose in the chest, but overall a fairly
good fit. He mostly went with summer dresses that were going clearance, so they
show off plenty of skin. Should be easy to get off, too. After the little
fashion show, Edd tries to protest.
"You can't honestly expect me to wear those, can you?" he pleads.
"Oh, you'll wear 'em," Terry retorts, "Cuz aside from my shirts, those are the
only clothes you're gettin'."
Edd's naturally upset by this news, but doesn't push it. He knows better than
that. Begrudgingly, he seems to accept it, and they soon retire the clothes for
the time in favor of getting back to Terry's favorite activity.
During the passing weeks, Terry also hears from Eddy every once in a while.
More of the same; blubbering about how much he misses Edd, bitching about how
stupid school is, and begging him to maybe visit or let him visit instead. Yeah
right…There's no way he'll do either. He dismisses the rest of Eddy's pathetic
warbling with his usual responses. 'Get over it', 'school sucks balls, just try
to get some cash outta the deal and you'll be fine', and 'fuck no, I don't feel
like dealin' with your old man or babysittin' you again'. They usually pacify
Eddy for the most part and he tends to hang up with a somber 'Thanks, Bro…',
only to start that bullshit all over again in the next call a few days or even
a week later.
There is something that's been on Terry's mind, though. Despite all of Eddy's
upset, he wonders why he's not heard anything about Edd's parents. Eddy tends
not to mention them, so Terry doesn't bring them up (to not look suspicious),
but he is sort of surprised. He tends to avoid news programs, but he hasn't
heard much even from those gossipy bitches in the park about Edd's
disappearance. He knows it's something they'd latch onto as well. There was a
murder a few counties over some years back that the same type of brood would
chomp at the bit to discuss with other nosy mothers. So why, then, hadn't he
heard them go on about how they'd 'never have let that happen to their child',
or how they'd be 'inconsolable if it were their child'? Were Edd's parents
really not looking for him? Were they not initiating investigation after
investigation to find their darling boy? He sort've expected it, yeah, but
surely they were at least a little worried? Surely it at least bothered them
that their son had gone missing? But no. Come to think of it, had his own
mother even mentioned the supposed 'grieving parents' when she called him that
day? Fuck, he really did do Edd a favor. Clearly those two didn't know what
they had and clearly they didn't care that it was gone.
Oh well. Fuck 'em. Edd has a new home and a new life, now. And now that the kid
is showing him the affection and obedience he's owed, he can start giving him
all the wonderful things he deserves. Make his little life so comfortable,
he'll never want to leave him or the life of luxury that Terry intends to
provide. Make him forget all about those neglectful, abusive parents and his
stupid friends. He'll shower the little Princess with gifts — give him the moon
if he fuckin' wants it. All in exchange for loving him unconditionally.
Or at least, that was the plan…
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It's been about a month since he brought Edd home and Terry is finally feeling
satisfied. Waking up with his beloved in his arms and kissing Edd awake as he
manages to open his eyes before the alarm goes off. Edd doesn't reciprocate
much, but that's not surprising. After they brush their teeth, they can get
down to some real, sloppy make-outs and unrestrained sex. After that, Edd'll be
more content to kiss him back and give in to his desires. So, it's off to the
bathroom. He still uses the ball gag for these trips — just in case — but he's
less strict with it. He doesn't secure it nearly as tight. Doesn't grip him too
harshly. And Edd obliges. Good boy.
When they enter the bathroom, and after Terry removes the gag, Edd's the first
one to the sink to starts brushing his teeth. Terry had still not gotten him
his own toothbrush yet. It's on the list, just not a high priority yet. So Edd
still has to share it with the man. With a chuckle, Terry kicks the door shut
and saunters over to him. While Edd brushes, he takes the time to groom his
goatee.
Edd's methodical in brushing his teeth and takes his time, but he still
finishes a bit before Terry finishes his shave. After rinsing his mouth out and
running the toothbrush under the water, he sets it beside the faucet for Terry
to use and steps back towards the shower. Bowing his head, he stands between
the door and the tub and leans against the wall, where he'll wait patiently for
bath time. As Terry washes and then towels off his face, he glances at the boy
with a pleased grin and gives him a look that promises plenty of naughtiness to
come once the water in the shower begins running. Edd hunches his shoulders and
blushes, shifting a bit from one foot to the other.
With another laugh, Terry turns his attention back to the sink to begin
brushing his teeth. In his mind, all he can picture are the sinful things he
intends to do to Edd this morning. Should he have Edd on his knees, sucking him
off as he gazes at him with those, big, beautiful eyes? Or maybe he should get
down and treat his little darlin with a morning blowjob? Really get him going?
Fuuuuck…Or maybe he should just shove him against the fuckin' wall and plow him
till he can't walk straight? So many options, so little time. More than any of
that, though, he wants to taste his lips and feel that satin skin upon his own.
He brushes vigorously, eager to get started. As he turns on the water to spit
out the fluoride and saliva, though, he notices something…off out of the corner
of his eye. Edd's not quite where he was before. Farther from the tub…Nearer to
the door. His arm…
Fuck!
Just as he turns his head, his eyes wide and accusing, Edd releases a sharp
gasp and turns the handle. Terry's heart stops and the toothbrush falls with a
clatter into the sink as he wills his body to move. It feels like time has
stopped and everything around him, including himself, is stuck in slow motion.
The door, left unlocked by a momentary lapse in the man's judgement, swings
open.
As though the devil were on his heels, Edd runs.
***** Bro at the Mouth *****
Chapter Summary
     A story of obsession taken to the extreme. How far a man will go to
     satisfy his most depraved desires. AU to the Child's Play Spoof I co-
     wrote with my friend DuoXKouga. Also an AU where BPS did not happen.
     Updates every other Friday.
Chapter Notes
     Salutations, my dear readers. I have a small announcement to make
     that will be removed around the time of the next update. I apologize
     for it being long.
     Though it pains me to do this, I may have to put this story on a very
     temporary hiatus until its next scheduled update. I have a very
     important project that I'm working on which must be completed by
     early April and I've had to put most of my focus towards it. So much
     so that I've not had a lot of time to work on this fic. And after my
     last semester at school concluded, I ended up falling behind
     significantly on maintaining my chapters. I'm at a point where I only
     just finish each chapter within a few days of uploading. This is not
     how I like to write. Once I finish a chapter, I prefer to have time
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     been able to this, which has led me to worry greatly about the
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     I was tempted to just start the hiatus now and not even post this
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     myself to give up, so I forced myself to finish this one. However, I
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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
As Terry pushes himself away from the sink, he feels as though he's running
through quicksand. Thankfully, it would seem that Edd's in a similar boat. His
movements are frantic, but hindered by his desperation. In his panic, he tries
to slip through as small an opening as he can manage — trying to get out as
quickly as possible and moving as soon as the door opens — and ends up getting
himself stuck for just a second. Thank fucking god! It's just enough that,
despite Edd taking off as fast as his feet can manage, Terry's able to catch up
without much difficulty.
The second Terry's clawing hand grab's the boy's arm, Edd opens his mouth,
taking a deep breath. Eyes wide, Terry yanks him back, causing him to choke on
his breath and giving the man enough time to slap a hand over Edd's mouth. But,
of course, it's not as easy as just catching him and dragging him back. Edd
thrashes like mad. Jabbing him with his bony elbows and twisting his head back
and forth to jerk his mouth away from Terry's hand. Kicking his legs and
releasing muffled shrieks that Terry prays no one who may be wandering around
outside can hear. Digging his nails into Edd's cheek and arm, he yanks him
back, grunting as he's jabbed more and more in the gut. More than once, Edd's
elbow makes contact with his groin, which nearly makes him lose his grip.
However, he bites back the pain, growling as he forces himself to continue
dragging the boy back.
Finally, he steps over the threshold of the bedroom door and shoves Edd inside.
Terry slams the door shut and searches for the keys to lock the door, cursing
when he realizes that they're still in his robe pocket. At least that's still
near the bed.
But that still proves to be an issue. As soon as he recovers, Edd scrambles
back to his feet and rushes the door. Gritting his teeth, Terry whips around to
smack him down again. He turns around to walk further into the room, but has to
keep stopping in order to kick Edd back to the floor.
"Stay the fuck down, dammit!" he snarls, swiping up his robe.
Of course, Edd ignores him and struggles back to his feet. It seems to be
getting more and more difficult for him. Though that's to be expected. As far
as Terry can tell, Edd's not the most physically active kid. It seems natural
that being thrown around and trying to run a lot would leave him winded fairly
quickly. Once Terry finally gets the door locked, he rounds on Edd.
"How fuckin' dare you try to leave me?!" he roars, grabbing a chunk of Edd's
hair and yanking him up, "After everything I've done for you — how fuckin' dare
you try n' pull that shit?!"
"Take your hands off of me!" Edd shrieks, clawing at the man's wrist, "You've
done nothing but torture me! I hate you! I hate you so much! I want to go
home!"
With a roar filled with rage and hurt, Terry brings his hand down over Edd's
cheek, leaving behind a burning red mark that he's determined will bruise.
"When are you gonna get it through that thick dome of yours, Princess?" he
spits, "You are home. You belong to me."
"No, I don't!" Edd argues through his tears, "I belong to no one!"
"Oh, yes you do," Terry shoves him away, knocking Edd to the ground, "And I'm
gonna make sure that message sinks the fuck in."
Whipping around, he rips open the sin drawer. The myriad of dildos and
vibrators tumble to the floor as Terry searches for the collar and leash. Among
the items that he throws out is Edd's hat, which lands just behind him. He
hears Edd gasp and the soft thumping as he scrambles over again. But he pays
that little mind as he wraps his fingers around the collar. As he turns again,
he finds Edd glaring at him accusingly, the hat on the floor.
"You monster!" Edd screams, his fingers curling into fists as he rises shakily
to his feet, "You wretched, disgusting, beast!"
Without giving a second thought, Edd charges him. His tiny fists connect weakly
with Terry's chest and arms and tears are welling at the corners of his eyes.
"Have your efforts to ruin my life not been excessive enough?!" he sobs.
Shooting him a disgusted look, Terry kicks him away. As Edd rolls onto his back
to try and recover, Terry leans over him and kneels down with his knee on the
small chest. With his key ring at the ready, he locks the collar around Edd's
slender neck. Looking up, he notices that they're a few feet away from the
floor tie, so he grabs Edd by the collar and drags him closer to it. Holding
him down with his knee again, he ties the leash to the fixture before locking
the metal end of it to the collar with the padlock.
The second Terry moves his knee, Edd rolls over onto his stomach and pushes
himself up. He turns to the man with a glare and pushes himself to charge for
him again. This time, however, he doesn't get nearly as far as the leash goes
taut. With a gag, he recoils and is brought back to the ground, choking and
coughing as he holds his throbbing neck. Finally, Terry relaxes a little.
Though Edd struggles to remove the collar, he is of course unable to get past
the locks.
"Take this off of me!" Edd demands, forcing himself to sit up.
Terry heaves a mocking laugh; "What makes you think I'd do that? Especially
after that shit you pulled?"
As Terry turns back to the drawer, he notices Edd glaring at him out of the
corner of his eye. Little shit thinks he's allowed to be mad after what he just
did? I'll fix that. Ignoring that hateful look, Terry leans down to snatch up
one of the vibrators. Turning back to Edd, he sees the boy go pale.
"N-No!" he cries, pulling his legs up and trying to back away, "I-I refuse to
use another of those horrid things!"
"That's too damn bad," Terry sneers back, wagging the toy back and forth,
"You're mine to do with as I please."
"No, I'm not!" Edd argues, his discomfort diminishing.
That lasts all of ten seconds as Terry advances on him again. He tries again to
back away, but is stopped by the leash. Grinning wickedly, Terry grabs the
leash and yanks Edd back towards him.
"Get on your knees," Terry commands through his teeth.
Edd whines, struggling against his restraints. With a groan, Terry sets the toy
aside and retrieves the handcuffs. He returns to Edd's side and unceremoniously
kicks him in the chest. Not hard enough to do any serious damage, of course,
but certainly enough to knock him onto his front. Moving quickly, he kneels
down and grabs Edd's wrists to cuff them together behind his back. Again, Edd
whines and screams, jerking his arms in his attempts to free himself.
Satisfied, Terry grabs the boy's hips.
"There now," he chuckles, "Let's try that again. On. Your. Knees."
Without giving Edd a chance to acquiesce, he hoists his hips up so that Edd's
on his knees and so that his shoulder and cheek are pressed painfully against
the floor.
"That's better."
"Stop it!" Edd sobs, his body shaking as Terry lubes up the vibrator, "Please!
Let me go!"
"Aww…" Terry coos, "You're begging? What happened to all that spunk just now?"
Edd whimpers, his body trying to curl in on itself; "I…I w-want my m-m-
mother…I-I want to go h-home!"
"Poor baby boy…" Terry chortles, "You miss your mommy?"
That doesn't get a response past more sobbing, drawing another laugh from the
man as he positions the vibrator against Edd's asshole.
"I suggest you forget all about that bitch," Terry informs him, "You aint gonna
see her ever again."
"Nooo," Edd whines, his fingers curling into weak fists as he shakes from his
sobs.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Terry scoffs, "At least you've got me."
After that, he begins pushing the vibrator into the puckered hole, making Edd
gasp and grunt in pain. His little toes curl as he tenses up, trying to prevent
the intrusion. Once the toy is mostly in, Terry shoots him a devious look
before flipping the switch. The sudden stimuli makes Edd's already tense body
shiver and he gasps and cries out in discomfort.
"S-Stop!" Edd cries, "N-No more! Please!"
"Don't act like you don't love it," Terry retorts, "I know you do."
Edd protests, shaking his head as best he can with his cheek against the floor.
They don't last nearly as long as he would probably like. Before long, he's
panting heavily and his shivering grows more intense. While he watches the boy
endure the unfamiliar stimulus, he reaches around him to stroke his cock. Edd's
pitiful whines become laced with reluctant moans. Terry grins in twisted
delight.
When he finally urges an orgasm out of the kid, accompanied by a strangled
scream, he grabs Edd by a chunk of hair at the back of his head and yanks him
upright. That pretty face is wet with tears and snot and his features are
scrunched up in agony.
"If you dare try to run from me again," Terry snarls, "I'll make the next
punishment worse."
Edd tries his damnedest to give him an angry look.
"I hate you," he sniffles.
Gritting his teeth, Terry shoves him back to the floor, where he lays in a
quivering heap. He doesn't bother removing the vibrator. Why bother? It'd be
more fun to leave it in and let Edd suffer with the discomfort.
"If all that's gonna come outta your mouth are those ugly lies," Terry warns,
"then I don't wanna hear you speak again. Unless you're gonna call me 'Daddy'."
As he rises to his feet, he pauses for a moment to glare down at the child
lying prone beneath him.
"On second thought…" he murmurs, "You're basically a dog now with that little
leash. So you're gonna all me 'Master' from now on." Chuckling, he prods at
Edd's cheek with his foot. "You got that, Princess?"
No response as Edd glares at him through his tears, so Terry decides to be more
rough. He puts more pressure on Edd's cheek.
"I said," he growls over Edd's squealing, "you got that?!"
"Yes!" Edd sobs, trying to squirm away, "Yes!"
"Yes, what?!" Terry snaps, alleviating the pressure ever so slightly.
Glaring up at him, Edd speaks through his teeth; "Y-Yes…'Master'."
Terry chuckles, satisfied; "Good boy."
Without another word, he heads over to his dresser. After all this bullshit, he
can't get a shower before his shift. He's gotta get dressed and head out. As he
heads for the bedroom door, clothes in hand, he hears Edd speak again.
"Y-You're just going to leave me like this?!"
Gritting his teeth, Terry kicks the boy in the side, making him yelp in pain
and curl up.
"What the fuck did I just tell you?!" he demands, "You don't talk ever again!
Unless you're gonna call me 'Master', you keep your pretty little mouth shut!"
When Edd remains silent, Terry turns back to the door.
"And yes, I am leaving you like that," he grumbles, "Maybe I'll give you some
relief when I come back. But I don't think you deserve it."
With that, he storms out of the room and locks back up. Then it's straight to
the bathroom to get dressed.
His shift is obnoxious as all hell. Aside from being horribly pent up from
being denied a morning round of sex, Edd's little escape attempt has left him
pissed the fuck off. Little shit was biding his fucking time. Waiting for him
to slip up. Playing to his weakness for that soft, sweet flesh and his
obedience. Of fucking course. He knew his little Princess was smart. And he
knew it wouldn't be an overnight change. But, god dammit! He wasn't expecting
it to be this hard or this frustrating!
As such, when an attendee comes up to him with a question or complaint, he
snaps back at them, unwilling to hear a single word against him and his
behavior. He's no more amicable towards his coworkers. Dave's shitty jokes fall
on hostile ears and any attempt to ask him about his mood is met with a
snarling response. It doesn't help that the fucker thinks he can talk to him to
get his shit together. Like during his lunch break…
"Jesus, man, who the fuck pissed in your cornflakes this morning?" Dave asks
with a scoff.
"Shut the fuck up," Terry snaps back, digging his nails into his own scalp as
he leans against the counter, "Just get me a fuckin' burger and a couple
beers."
"Just the burger?" Dave questions, shooting him a suspicious look, "You
watchin' your figure all of a sudden?"
"I aint that hungry, motherfucker," Terry grumbles back, "And I aint in the
mood for your bullshit today. Just get me my damn food."
Rolling his eyes, Dave drops the matter and focuses on cooking. Terry decides
not to return to his trailer for lunch out of pure disgust and instead heads
out of the park for a smoke and some peace. He can still hear the sounds of the
park, but they're more muted out here as he leans against the fence. The one
good thing he can say about the day is that no one's asked him about any noises
from his trailer. He's not too surprised, when he really thinks about it. It
was well before noon when that debacle happened, so there wouldn't have been
any patrons wandering about. And his coworkers never really come snooping
around his place unless he's running late for his shift. Still, though, if he'd
not been quick enough, Edd could've started screaming before he could stop him
and ruined the whole thing. He's gotta be more careful moving forward.
That means no more freedoms. Period. The leash he put on Edd is going to be a
constant now. He'll keep Edd tied down in the bedroom at all times. Gag him
when he needs to take him to the bathroom, but otherwise keep him tied up to
the floor tie. God dammit. He hits the fence with his fist as he realizes that
bringing Edd into bed with him is out of the question now. He can't risk
showing even the slightest shred of kindness. He'll make Edd regret ever taking
his tenderness for granted.
Cooling off outside of the park helps some and when he returns for the rest of
his shift, he's a bit more calm than before. He gets an earful from Mike about
his behavior, but otherwise, the rest of his day goes by without much of a
hitch.
When he's done for the day, he heads home with a meager meal for Edd, which he
decides to purée before pouring it into a small bowl. He finds the boy still
lying on the floor, probably unable to sit up because of the cuffs. The
vibrator is lying on the ground behind him, moving slightly and emitting a low
hum to indicate that it's still on. With a sneer, he sets the bowl of food down
on the floor, just out of the boy's reach. He can hear Edd's stomach growling
in demand when the smell of food hits his nose. But he ain't gonna let the kid
eat yet. He has more pressing matters to attend to.
"On your knees," he commands with a growl, "Or no dinner."
Edd whimpers, but reluctantly obeys. Using his shoulders to push his body up a
bit, he manages to force himself to his knees. Licking his lips, Terry unzips
his pants to whip out his cock, which he begins stroking to erection.
"Good boy," he hisses as he strokes Edd's hip.
He grabs the lubricant when he's fully erect and lubes himself up. He doesn't
bother stretching Edd out. Should still be good from this morning. Despite
this, however, he does move slow so as not to hurt himself. His movement is
mechanical and without affection as he rocks back and forth. Edd grunts and
whimpers with each thrust, but otherwise doesn't seem to be too interested in
speaking again after the abuse he suffered this morning.
As intended, the sex is over with fairly quickly, though he wishes it could at
least feel a little better. After all the bullshit he's dealt with today, Terry
finds himself caring only about getting off. Not a lot of pleasure comes from
it, though. Coming down from his sexual high, he sags over Edd's body and drags
his palms over the slender hips.
When he recovers, he leans into Edd's ear; "You hungry, darlin?"
Edd nods wearily; "Y-Yes…"
"Yes, what?"
Wincing, Edd tries to curl in on himself; "Y-Yes…M-Master."
"That's better."
Placing a smug kiss to Edd's cheek, he pushes himself up and stands to retrieve
the bowl. Edd manages to sit up on his knees, his brow furrowed as the purée is
set before him. While he's distracted by the sight of his meal, Terry removes
the cuffs.
"Wh…What is this?" Edd asks, his voice hoarse as he rubs his wrists.
"It's your dinner," Terry retorts, letting that question slide for the moment
as he grabs his robe.
Edd regards the bowl with disgust before looking around it.
"May I at least have some silverware?"
"That's strike two," Terry warns, standing beside him, "What'd I tell you about
talking?"
"But—"
He doesn't give him a chance to finish that thought as he slaps him sharply
across the face. Edd manages to keep himself from falling to the ground, but is
still taken aback as he caresses his cheek.
"I told you," Terry snarls, "You're a dog now. You don't speak unless I tell
you to. And that also means you eat like a dog. Just be fuckin' grateful I
didn't leave the cuffs on so you can use your hands."
Grumbling under his breath, he storms out of the room and locks up. He showers
quickly, feeling hungry himself, but eager to wash away his frustrations first.
When he returns to the bedroom wearing a towel and with his own dinner in hand,
he finds Edd prodding at his food and looking horribly uncomfortable. He glares
down at him as he sets his bag on the bed.
"If you ain't gonna eat, I'll throw that out," he warns, "And you won't get
anything till tomorrow."
Whining softly, Edd gives him a pitiful look as Terry removes his burger and
fries. When Terry catches him staring, he waves a fry at him.
"You want some of these?" he teases.
Brow furrowed, Edd nods and shifts on his knees.
"Well…" Terry chuckles, popping the fry into his mouth, and speaking as he
chews, "If you want a bite of my dinner, then you're gonna do somethin' for
me."
Edd's shoulders fall as Terry removes his towel to expose his cock. The fixture
on the ground is close enough to the bed that Edd is able to kneel beside it,
but not quite close enough to actually be on the bed. Therefore, Terry sits on
the edge and waggles another fry at Edd, this time in a beckoning motion.
Cringing, Edd bows his head, turning his attention to his bowl of slop. Taking
a deep breath, he clenches his fists before scooping up his first bite and
stuffing it into his mouth.
The sight is slightly disappointing. Terry had hoped that the disgusting food
would be enough to push Edd back towards him, but it seems he wants to be
stubborn. Oh well. As disappointing as it is, he also gets a sick sense of
satisfaction out of it. Edd's surely not going to be able to endure this for
too long. Eventually, he'll give in to him.
He eats slowly, delighting as Edd gags and chokes down the puréed mush. More
than once, he sees the boy's cheek puff out, followed shortly by his hands
covering his mouth to stop himself from vomiting. It draws a smug chuckle from
the man. That'll teach him. When the bowl is finally empty, Edd curls up on his
side, holding his stomach. Terry's own meal is gone as well, so he crumples up
the bag and rises to his feet to retrieve the bowl. Edd's angry pout makes him
laugh.
"Wasn't that yummy?" he mocks, turning away to leave the room.
He hears Edd gag again, but not much else as he heads out. After dropping off
the dish and throwing away his trash, he returns to the bedroom to find Edd
sitting up a bit and holding his arms. Locking the door behind him, Terry walks
into the room and Edd opens his mouth. A sharp glare from Terry, however, has
him withdrawing whatever he was about to say. Terry shoots him a satisfied
smirk.
"You wanna sleep with Master tonight?" he asks, his brow cocked.
Glancing at the bed, Edd certainly doesn't look like he does. His shoulders
hunch and he curls in on himself a bit. After a moment, though, he glances back
at the man and nods. Clearly he's not interested in sleeping cold tonight.
Stroking his goatee, Terry meanders towards the bed.
"I dunno, Princess," he shrugs, grabbing his robe and securing it as far away
from Edd as possible, "You've been a bad boy. Why should I let you sleep in my
bed?"
Again, Edd opens his mouth, but pauses. Biting his lip, he fidgets with the
collar.
"P-Please, Master…" he murmurs, "I'm s-sorry I was bad. L-Let me sleep with
you…"
Terry regards him with a grimace. He knows this game. There's no way in hell
Edd's come around this quickly. He's trying to play to his weakness again. But
that shit won't work on me anymore.
"Nice try," Terry snorts, walking past him, "You've made your bed, Princess.
Now you get to lie in it."
That being said, as Terry climbs into bed, he tosses his still damp towel at
Edd.
"That's about as much comfort as you deserve."
Whimpering, Edd begrudgingly accepts the towel as Terry pulls the covers up
over himself. Before lying down, however, he decides to add one more insult to
injury. Edd's soiled hat is still lying discarded on the floor. With a twisted
smirk, Terry snatches it up. The movement draws the boy's attention and he
notices Edd's jaw drop.
"Y-You wouldn't dare!" he cries.
Pretending he didn't hear that, Terry lies back as he strokes his flaccid cock.
He hears Edd shifting and can feel his little hands straining to grab his hat.
Again, he pretends he doesn't notice as he moves himself further onto the bed
and out of Edd's reach. When he's sufficiently hard, he shoots the boy a
devious grin before wrapping the cloth around his cock. Edd cries out, his
hands clawing into the sheets.
"No!" he sobs, "Stop! Please! N-Not my hat!"
His pleas fall on deaf ears as Terry continues to masturbate, his eyes closing
to block out the boy's sobbing and begging expression on his face. He doesn't
hold back his moans as he murmurs out his depraved fantasies. Instead, he
delights in the disgusted whines from his little captive. Eventually, Edd seems
to give up trying to stop him and, after he orgasms, Terry happens a glance at
him to find him curled up with his hands over his ears. He's still screaming
and sobbing, but he's trying his damnedest not to look at him again.
With a scoff, Terry tosses the hat back to the ground, startling the boy and
making him recoil. Satisfied and chuckling to himself, he pulls the covers up
over his naked body to settle in to sleep.
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