[The gag is forced into place, its shape familiar by now as it clicks against his teeth, holding his mouth in that perfect, compliant 'o' — unable to close his jaw, to prevent his throat from being accessed and used by this man's will. He makes a low, keening sound that is loud in his ears, tongue made to flatten at the bottom of his mouth when those fingers tuck in on top of it. He tastes the salt of Cy's skin on those knuckles; he can't even suck at them like this if he wanted to. The defenseless is exhilarating, all the more intensified by those words.
His obedience is demanded. He tries to maintain that upward gaze even through the wet glaze of tears in his eyes, and he drinks, because he has to, otherwise he'll drown as that water is tipped and poured in a ceaseless stream down his throat. He can't even cry unless he wants to choke, so he just swallows as fast as he can get the liquid down, throat working, straining to finish.
The fullness is — explicitly overwhelming, after that. It's so much worse with the weight of his swollen belly, although there is some alleviation on his back, but still he endures the throb of his bladder, the painful clench of muscle to withhold that desperate feeling. Once the glass is empty, this time it remains that way, and his sobbing is open-mouthed in sucks of air that care little for how messy and ruined it makes him look beneath Cy.]
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Date: 2024-09-14 11:30 pm (UTC)His obedience is demanded. He tries to maintain that upward gaze even through the wet glaze of tears in his eyes, and he drinks, because he has to, otherwise he'll drown as that water is tipped and poured in a ceaseless stream down his throat. He can't even cry unless he wants to choke, so he just swallows as fast as he can get the liquid down, throat working, straining to finish.
The fullness is — explicitly overwhelming, after that. It's so much worse with the weight of his swollen belly, although there is some alleviation on his back, but still he endures the throb of his bladder, the painful clench of muscle to withhold that desperate feeling. Once the glass is empty, this time it remains that way, and his sobbing is open-mouthed in sucks of air that care little for how messy and ruined it makes him look beneath Cy.]