“Between the legs too,” the masked man demands.
“After this, you'll leave us alone?”
“Yes.”
“And you won't take him today?”
“No. He can stay here with you.”
Sighing deeply, I nudge Iggy's legs apart with one hand and he opens them, allowing me to wash the insides of his thighs. I swallow hard, my dry throat aching when I reach his cock. I don't linger and move quickly to his balls before cleaning his legs.
“The back side too.”
“Maybe I should let him do it.”
“He won't do it right and his hands are shaking way too much.”
I look to Iggy and he nods. “It's okay. I want you to. I trust you,” he says, something odd shifting in his eyes. It's not hesitance or fear. No, it's almost unsettling.
“Okay,” I say quietly. He keeps holding my hand, bringing it forward as he positions himself in front of me, backing his ass into my face. He struggles to hold himself up with one hand, his arms and legs trembling.
The man stares our way and my stomach twists.
“Can you not watch us?”
“I'll do whatever I damn well please. Besides, the boss wants me to make sure the boy is as clean as he can be. He's gone too long without a shower, and who knows what you two have been doing down here. The dried cum he had on his neck suggests it wasn't all innocent.”
I sneer and pry Ignacio's cheeks apart. His hole twitches as I press the cloth to it and I move in circling motions. Ignacio rocks back and forth, moaning. I don't tell him to stop and keep cleaning him, wrapping my finger around the washcloth before pressing my way inside. I twist my hand, sliding in and out, focusing my mind on something else to help separate myself from what's happening.
I don't want to do this. Ignacio can't want me to. He isn't protesting only because I'm the better alternative. Their mind games are working on him more than he realizes. He's still being manipulated to form an unhealthy attachment to someone down here—me. I'm worried they'll use it against him.
I'm just as bad as these men if I allow him to become too reliant and dependent on me. But what if I'm growing just as attached? In reality, we really are all we have down here. We are both in the same helpless position and are our only way out. We're stronger together. Especially if I can stop them from giving him anymore drugs. We can use our bond against them.
“Enough?” I ask
The man tilts his head. “A little longer and make sure to get really deep in there.”
I clench my teeth and my hand goes still. As I begin to pull back, the masked man clicks his tongue. “If you don't, I will.”
Cringing, my heart speeds up in my chest and I do as he asks, diving back inside Ignacio with the cloth, going deeper. His cheeks spread around me, his hole gripping onto my finger. “Ohhh,” he says arching his back.
“Stay still,” I say almost too quietly. “I can't wash you properly when you're moving. And that's all I'm doing right now. Getting you clean.”
I rotate my hand some more, my gut twisting with guilt. I had to. Sometimes in order to live, you're required to go the extra lengths, even if you don't want to.
I keep telling myself I hated every minute of it and in some ways I did. This place, the man watching us, Ignacio's state and current trauma. It's all wrong. I wasn't going to let him be touched by anyone else, though. Especially when he made me promise I wouldn't. He didn't say no to me, only them, and I'll do whatever I can to prevent myself from letting him down.
“You can stop now. He should be good enough.” The man's words drip into my ears like thick poison.
I swallow back the bile, not wanting to think about what he could mean by what he said. Sick asshole. All of them. I can't wait to squeeze the life out of each one. I'll break every fucking bone in his body, listening to his torturous sounds before choking him with his fucking porridge.
He goes back to the water hose and tosses me a different washcloth from his other pocket. “You can take care of yourself. Just a quick wipe down.”
I nod and quickly wash myself, and he rinses the soap off of us with the hose before I can reach my feet, the temperature less shocking this time. He turns off the water, leaves the room, and comes back with one towel.
“Get dry and I'll go get your dinner. Tonight, it'll be a bit festive. With the holidays quickly approaching, I'm in the Christmas spirit. Besides, everyone should get to celebrate a little. Even you two.”
I can't wait to hang his corpse with a string of Christmas lights. I too like to think of myself as festive. Stupid fucker.