Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

out. His word was his, and it was lurking right on the tip of his tongue, getting ready to fly out. Only he didn't want to say it, didn't want to end what he was feeling because what he was feeling was beyond feeling at all. Not on his skin, not on his flesh. Somewhere deeper, somewhere that wasn't him at all. More and more, he wanted it all and still he couldn't get enough.
    Chase's fingers ran down Ty's back, followed the shape of his spine while scratching his skin. "You will kneel on the floor for me now, Ty."
    Kneel. Like a slave. Like a dog on the floor. Worthy of nothing, of no one. Meaningless and worthless.
    Ty's body recoiled from the haze he had slipped into, barely shifting the balance inside his mind. And Chase's hands were there to drown him all over again. Fingers dug into his skin, squeezed hard enough to hurt his bones. "I don't like to repeat myself."
    Fingers in his hair again, others against his side. Tight, forceful. Not even pulling that much but simply keeping him in place when Chase pressed against him and his mouth was hot against the side of Ty's neck. "I want you to get on your knees and open your mouth, and then I want you to stay perfectly still while you wait for me to feed my cock into your mouth."
    Ty's eyes fluttered while trying to focus his gaze into the wall in front of him. His whole body wavered when he tried to cling on to the last of what he knew of himself, desperate to say 'no' though he knew that was pointless. No amount of pleading would get him out and he wouldn't plead either. He didn't do that. He didn't. So why did his heart race and race when Chase's hand tucked tighter against his scalp, forcing his head to tilt back and almost lean against Chase's shoulder? Why did his body quiver and curl into a ball inside his skin when Chase's hand slid around him, squeezing his shape against Chase's?
    It didn't take much for Chase to get Ty to turn around and for a moment he was faced with eyes just as fierce and determined and still he wanted to argue though he saw no way out. Except the most obvious, but he was beyond giving in and saying his word. Still his body refused to do as told, wouldn't move and go lower. Knees wouldn't bend, hands tried to move to push the man against him away until he realized he couldn't move his hands. Couldn't move at all. Not even when Chase let go of him, stepped back, only one step but that was enough for there to be empty space between them and that small spot of emptiness seemed to shout between Ty's ears.
    "Down."
    A silent battle that was bound to end in his defeat and Ty felt the first waves of nausea rock him to the bottom of his stomach when his knees buckled and he literally dropped to his knees. Not a good feeling now. No longer arousing or intriguing. Blank and cold, shivers in his spine and empty humming inside his head. Out of himself, further than he'd wanted to go.
    Ty's eyes lowered, down, down, down, until he was looking at the floor instead of the man he had standing in front of himself. He didn't want to see the satisfaction in those eyes, didn't want to see any grin or a smile or any possible reactions vivid in Chase's body. Almost closed now, as it became more and more clear how this still somehow felt good though he hated feeling how he was feeling. And the man who didn't even need to touch him to make him lose himself, crouched in front of Ty, one hand placed against his neck, while pushing up. Eventually tightening around his throat and forcing Ty to look up. But those eyes weren't even looking at him but his lips instead and Chase leaned closer before he spoke. And his words stroked every fiber like he had a way to penetrate Ty without even trying. "You hate it, don't you?"
    Eyes looked up at him, no longer lingering on his lips with a concentration that was almost like a gentle touch. And there wasn't a hint of satisfaction in that gaze, not even a fraction. "Does it make you feel weak? Does it make you feel small and worthless? Like you're just a piece someone's gonna use?"
    Ty bit the inside of his lip, refusing to answer. No answer was really needed because Chase knew how it made him feel. And the tightness only increased around his throat, not suffocating but simply making sure he knew where he was, tilting his head slightly further back. As if he could actually forget that he was kneeling in front of someone, for someone. It brought a different kind of blankness into him. Into his mind.
    "Does it Ty?"
    Swallowing