There was no way he wouldn't flinch back and recoil away from that a little. It was...like...fuck, he didn't know. He'd never felt anything like that before. The cold him in first, shocking and personal, and then just the sense of pressure, of just stuff, and he twisted and dropped his head back, his face red and his whole body shivering. The inevitably bathroom analog occurred immediately and his muscles seized up as a result, cinching tight and just holding it in, even after she pulled the syringe loose.
God, it was awful. It was the worst fucking thing. And now he was trembling from the chill and panting from the humiliation, his fists tight and turning in their restraints.
Really, basketball was probably the only thing in the world that would keep him talking and at least marginally distracted. "You...shit, you woul--ah, god, it's cold-!"
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Date: 2015-10-13 02:23 am (UTC)There was no way he wouldn't flinch back and recoil away from that a little. It was...like...fuck, he didn't know. He'd never felt anything like that before. The cold him in first, shocking and personal, and then just the sense of pressure, of just stuff, and he twisted and dropped his head back, his face red and his whole body shivering. The inevitably bathroom analog occurred immediately and his muscles seized up as a result, cinching tight and just holding it in, even after she pulled the syringe loose.
God, it was awful. It was the worst fucking thing. And now he was trembling from the chill and panting from the humiliation, his fists tight and turning in their restraints.
Really, basketball was probably the only thing in the world that would keep him talking and at least marginally distracted. "You...shit, you woul--ah, god, it's cold-!"
And, he was noticing, not just cold, but a lot.
"Would they even...let you...?"