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“Being original isn’t my concern.” he turned his head to the side a bit, his fingers lightly gripping the cell bars. “Anyway, I absolutely love the head strong slaves, makes for a better punishment.”
“‘Course it isn’t and ‘course you do,” he snorted. “You masters are all alike, you know that right? Zero differences beside aesthetic ones. Pretty pathetic.”
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“Nice objection, but would you run off from me?”
“Even if I weren’t gay, I’d run away from you.”
“Wow there. Trust me, big guy, I’ve already forced myself upon enough slaves to last a life time.” He raised an eyebrow with a chuckle leaving his lips at the boys bitterness.
“Oh wow -- such a thing to brag about,” he sneered. “Oh, and that nickname? Heard it a million times love -- it ain’t anymore original than it was last time.”
“I wanted to miss. But it was impossible to miss and not lose face, so i just aimed it at his back”
Thomas Sangster in Accused (2012)
Characters played by Thomas Brodie-Sangster looking at his male co-stars like they hung the sun in the sky is my religion
Have you had your daily dose of Sangster?
“Practice safe sex. Tie your partner to the bed so they don’t fall off.”
“Sure they aren’t trying to run off?”
“All I want for Christmas, is for you to fuck me under the mistletoe.”
“No and no.”
“I haven’t had nearly enough luck finding my way around here yet. I’ve yet to go swimming, yet to get laid. What kind of first day is this?”
“Oh boohoo -- you haven’t managed to summon up the energy to ask a guard for fucking directions or to force yourself on a slave.”
“Nothing is good in this hellhole.”
“No um… I don’t mind Daddy kink…”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind it if it weren’t being forced on me every second.”
“You wait until my father hears about this – he’ll have all your heads on a silver platter and eat them with beluga caviar and gold leaves.”
“Wait... Your father is going to eat gold leaves?”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, I thought we went over that already and I had won that battle.” Shrugging his shoulders, he prodded at the hole with his tongue before licking his way inside. One of his hands began to travel up Cass’ inner thigh to rub soothing circles in hopes of calming him down.
“No one wins battles with me,” he sneered then jerking at the wet probing of his hole. Rimming would usually get his blood flowing but all it did in this situation was make him feel gross and awkward. The hand did little to calm him and he jerked against his handcuffs in futility.
“I just like getting what I want, Cassius, and you obviously don’t like giving me what I want,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I would’ve stuck to that plan if you didn’t give me such of a hassle. Could’ve raped you, marked you up a little bit and you could’ve returned to your cell with new gifts. You got yourself in this situation, Cass,” he pointed out. Bentley muttered a profanity under his breath when he felt the male’s nails digging into his skin, quickly wrapping his other hand around Cass’ wrist and forcing it back against the wall. “Can you keep still?” he asked, hand falling down to curl around the slave’s neck instead. The master glanced back to the guards for a moment, muttering a small request for rope before returning his attention to Cassius. “You’ve been a bad, bad boy, Cassius,” he hummed out, firmly pressing his knee against the male’s crotch instead. “It’s a shame that m’gonna be forced to tie you up again. Think your friends would like watching you get fucked?”
“Oh, you think? What part of I hate you, go to hell, I’m never doing anything you fucking want me to did you not understand?” he hissed. Bentley made his blood boil beneath his skin, bubble and hiss and sear -- all he wanted to do was dig his nails into the other man’s skin and claw his eyes out. “I didn’t do jack shit that any reasonable human being wouldn’t do,” he hissed, baring his teeth as the other man grabbed his wrist. His eyes widened at the hand around his throat and the knee that pressed into his crotch -- his hair standing on end and every cell in his body screaming at him to fight, to run. “Don’t think you’re gonna do either of those things,” he spat, before shoving his knee hard into the other man’s crotch and darting and from his grip.
...And tripping over his fucking mattress.
