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“Stay down.”
It was not just good advice. It was an order.
Will laid on the floor, aching and pissed off, sweating from the adrenaline, and hating the man standing over him for all he was worth.
Maddox crouched down next to him with a slightly sympathetic look. “You don’t know how how behave yourself,” he said. “You’ve been taught a series of lessons that will not serve you in my care. If you want to make this easier and less painful, trust me.”
“You just tazed me, bro,” William pointed out through chattering teeth.
Maddox’s brow rose at being called ‘bro.’
“I did what was necessary to keep you safe. I will always do that, even if you do not understand it. This will be a confusing time for you. There will be many things you are afraid of.”
Will bristled at being called a coward, as far as he was concerned.
“I’m not afraid of anything.”
“That is because you know nothing.” Maddox said, brushing Will’s hair back from his head with a tender touch.
Will had never been condescended to so charmingly before. It might have disarmed him if not for the aching tremors left in the aftermath of the convulsive electric current. He looked at the man who held him captive, and he wondered how he had ever missed that spark in Maddox’s eyes. It was a look he’d seen many times in prison, and often in the mirror. This man was a predator. A killer.
“While I have you here, this is a good time to do some housekeeping,” Mad announced. Will laid where he was while Maddox retrieved something from nearby. He was back very quickly, with a slim black circlet of a material that might have been plastic but felt more like metal in his hands. He slid it around Will’s neck. There was a final sort of click when the two ends met. It sounded final in a way William did not like.
“This is a tracking collar,” Maddox explained. “You know some people wear similar devices on their ankles when on probation. This one is more advanced. It will not only let me know where you are, it will tell me how you are. It measures everything from breathing to perspiration. I’ll know if you have a drink of alcohol, or any kind of drug.”
“I’m not a fucking dog,” Will cursed, reaching up to grab the collar off.
“You’re a long way from a dog. You’re a pup.”
Mad nearly burst out laughing at the sheer outrage and humiliation written on the younger man’s face. Will was not the sort of man used to being talked down to in this way, with some measure of affection.
“That collar will hurt you quite badly if you try to remove it. I wouldn’t advise it.”
“Asshole,” Will cursed. His adorable rough features were hot pink with annoyance, his eyes sparking with an energy Maddox could have drunk in all day.
“Keep a respectful tongue about you, boy. I have an appetite for pain that will be well sated if you cannot behave.”
“Get fuc…”
The curse was cut off as Maddox grabbed the collar and hauled Will against his body. He already adored the way this man felt in his grip. Will was strong and stocky. There was always resistance in him. Holding him was like holding something wild. Maddox very much enjoyed that. Will was begging to be hurt. He didn't know it yet, but he was telling everybody he met in every moment to hurt him. Badly, if possible. The fact that he was still alive was testament to his strength and, no pun intended, will.
“fucked…”
Will finished the word, but only just.
Mad’s cock throbbed against Will’s belly. He was hard. Wanting. Dominant.
Will stared, not knowing what to do with this sudden physical sign that his lust was not going unrequited. He still hated this man. Hated him more than he had hated anybody in recent memory. He had promised freedom, but these chains and shackles were much more intimate and harder to shake.
Maddox looked down at him with those eternally hooded, all-too knowing eyes.
“You’ve never been fucked before, have you? Always the top, my boy. Not with me.”
The floor suddenly slammed into his belly. Will had no idea how he had been moved so quickly, or so roughly. In an instant he was not only prone, he was naked from the waist down. His clothes had no chance of withstanding the desires of his new master — and nor did Will.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Maddox told him, speaking with a measured tone, informing Will of his fate. It shouldn't have turned Will on as much as it did. There was a faint taste of blood in his mouth, the taste of passion and defeat. He could feel himself throbbing against the polished concrete, his lust overpowering any reluctance or resistance as Maddox pinned him down, drizzled his ass with a sweet-smelling oil Will had never encountered before, and proceeded to do precisely what he had warned Will he would to.
