Page 82 of Circus From Hell

“You’ll have to piss yourself because I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

“Just give me the drink then.”

“Hmm.” I shake the bottle, watching the light brown liquid slosh around the glass. Spiral’s eyes are fixated on it. “Open your mouth, clown.”

His lip curls, his nails digging into his palms as he clenches them shut. I see the war in his eyes. He wants to refuse, to not submit, but he relies on this stuff for relief, and he’ll do what I say to get it.

Begrudgingly, he opens his mouth and puts it to the bars, sticking out his split tongue. I smirk, twist off the bottle cap, and take a mouthful. It burns and makes me nauseous.

I lean forward and spit it into Spiral’s mouth.

He swallows and says, “What the fuck?”

My shoulders shake as I silently laugh. “Don’t you want more? Stick your tongue out like a slut waiting for cum, or I take the bottle with me.”

He takes longer getting over his pride this time, but of course, he gives in.

“Good boy,” I taunt, taking another mouthful and slowly letting it spill into his throat. “You should suck cock. You’d look good.”

“Fuck you.”

“Don’t tempt me,” I whisper. “You’d split in half on my cock. I bet Karma would love to see that.”

“I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten-foot pole.”

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.” I slip open the button of my trousers and reach my hand inside. My length instinctively wraps around my hand as I kneel. I’m big enough that my cock lines up perfectly with Spiral’s disgusted face.

I hold out my tentacle and slowly pour the whisky over the front, letting the drops roll down my shaft. My cock twitches and faintly burns, the feeling not far from Karma’s electric pussy.

“Suck it off,” I demand, and Spiral looks up at me. He looks like an angry puppy, leant forward on his clenched hands. “If you can make me cum, I’ll give you the whole bottle.”

He looks in disbelief. “I’d rather suffer.”

“Me too. And I’m giving you an out.”

“Karma not doing it enough for you? Too busy sucking off the brothers?”

I huff out a laugh. “She sucked me good only a few hours ago. But I bounce back quickly considering the amount I produce. I’m intrigued to see your little mouth trying and failing to take my length. You’re on your knees for me right now, clown. May as well take it whilst you’re down there.”

“You think goading me will work?” I arch an eyebrow because we both know damn well it works. He grins, licking his lips. “It’s a good thing I love sucking cock, anyway. Give it to me. But you have to keep giving me whisky.”

“The caged mutt wants a treat for good behaviour, huh?” I press the bottle to his mouth and control the amount. I let him gulp a mouthful, and he moans loudly, shutting his eyes like I’ve given him an immediate painkiller. “Say thank you.”

“Fuck you.”

I reach in and grab his chin. “Say thank you, clown. Or you don’t get any.”

More defiance. More relenting. “Thank… you,” he grits out.

“Good mutt.” I slap his cheek and pull my hand back out. “Now suck the whisky off my cock before I force you to watch me jerk off until I splash cum all over your face.” His lips part, his split tongue back out. I let my cock slip through the bars, the tip exploring his tongue. “And I have a lot of cum. You’ll probably drown.”

His eyes go wide as I thrust deeper inside. Nowhere near as deep as I can go in Karma, but deep enough that he gags and coughs as I pull out. My hand reaches through to hold the back of his head, keeping his face pressed against the cage.

I choke him with the upper half of my cock. That’s all I need to reach his throat. He’d suffocate if I gave him any more.

That wouldn’t be a totally terrible idea.

The reason I wanted him to do this was so I could utterly humiliate him, and it’s working beautifully. His mouth is stretched wide, saliva dripping out the corners. A red flush lingers on his white-painted skin. His eyes are scrunched shut as if he’s pretending he’s anywhere but here.