“Close it,” he repeated.
Mutely, I turned the little lock… then slowly pressed it closed. The click of it latching made me cringe, and I tugged at it, already regretting my obedience.
“Good boy,” he said, nodding in approval. He reached out like he was going to try to touch me, but I jerked back. His smile faded.
“You said I could get food and water if I put the fucking collar on,” I told him. “Did you mean it?”
He had the gall to look a little offended. “Of course,” he said. But he didn’t turn for the water bowl or even the hose on the wall. He walked to the back, where I could vaguely see some packages, and started rummaging through the boxes.
Oh, this wasn’t good.
He finally stood, holding something in his hand. I couldn’t see what it was, not through the dark and at that distance, but his words were ominous enough. “But you’re going to have to be punished for biting me, so…” He shrugged.
The bastard shrugged, like it was just anotherthing. For him, it obviously was, but for me, it was so much more than that. It was fucking with my head hardcore, and I didn’t know if I could stand to find out what he was getting at.
When he returned to the light, I saw a dildo in his hand.
I gaped at the realistic-looking penis, seeing its ridges and veins first before noticing it had some kind of weird cap at the top. In his other hand, he had a few cable ties.
What the fuck even?
“This is your waterer,” he said, as though that wouldmake perfect sense. He unscrewed the cap and went over to the sink, filling it up before tightening the cap again.
“That’s a penis,” I said flatly.
“It’s a waterer shaped like a penis,” he corrected me. Cable ties between his teeth, he started to attach the thing to the cell bar right over the water bowl. Only when he was finished pulling the last tie taut did he look back at me.
I was still staring, horrified, at the dildo.
“You need to learn how to suck cock eventually anyway,” he said, straightening. He met my eyes, but I averted mine after a heartbeat. “So that’s like… training wheels.”
“Training wheels,” I repeated, unable to wrap my mind around the prospect. How would this even work?
He gestured to it. “You suck on the tip, you get a little. The more you take into your mouth, the faster the water flows. Suck on it and it’ll squirt out more.” He smirked a little. “You’ll have to get used to that too.”
“Asshole,” I snarled. “You didn’t say anything about this. I put your fucking collar on!”
“I told you I’d give you food and water if you did,” he reminded me. “I didn’t say how I’d give it to you.”
“Well, I still don’t see any food,” I said, sitting back down on the dog bed. I was not going to suck on that thing, not with him watching.
“At this rate, you’re going to get dog food instead of people food.” He didn’t sound like he was joking. “Don’t get spoiled, Toby.”
“Ryder,” I reminded him.
He ignored me, just like he always did.
“I’m not eating like I did last time,” I said. The humiliation of sticking my head in the bowl and trying to chase the food around the bottom of it was still stark in my mind.
“We’ll see,” he said ominously.
“What do you mean,we’ll see?” I demanded. “It’s not like I can go anywhere. You can tell me some of your plans.”
He looked at me, meeting my eyes again. “It’s less fun that way.”
“Bastard,” I muttered, not caring if he heard me or not.
“Your attitude isn’t going to do you any favors,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets.
