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He felt sick. Maverick felt so sick as he tried to open his eyes. His head hung heavily on his shoulder, trying to force himself to wake up. Something in his gut told him that he needed to. Squirming his limbs and realizing that he couldn't, his memory caught up with him all of a sudden. Walking home again after work, he remembers Coryn following him like usual. He got too close for comfort, and Maverick pulled him to the side to confront and give out to him. He had walked away then, and had only just pulled out a cigarette when there was a sharp pain in the side of his arm. Everything after that felt point bleary; he remembers whipping around and hitting someone, but not much else. He must've blacked out.
That much was evident by the chair he was now tied to. His eyes, panicked, looked at his bound legs and arms behind him. The rope was cruelly tied, like someone did it in the dark. Or they had no idea what they were doing. Was that hot glue? Oh gods, he was gagged to. He could feel it, feel the drool leaking from his open jaw. It wasn't crude like the ropes though, this was some sort of BDSM gear. It frightened him. Everything about this did.
Maverick heard some sort of shuffling behind him, and he craned his head the best he could. He flinched when Coryn suddenly came into his vision, looking like he just woke up. "S-Sorry, I've been waiting a while for you to..." He mumbled, walking around Maverick and running a hand over his shoulder. Coryn touched him like he was allergic, his hand twitching and pulling back after just a moment.
"You.." He breathed. His breath was shaky, and Maverick saw in his eyes, as Coryn circled around to the front of him, how nervous he was. "You're so pretty like this." He admitted, like he was confessing to a crush. His voice was quiet, almost creepy. He didn't look scary, though. No, he never was intimidating. And that's what Maverick hated so much about that little freak, how vulnerable he was able to get him now like this. He never thought Coryn would have the backbone for kidnapping him.
Maverick protested at him, though through the gag only sounds would come out. Coryn looked uncomfortable at this, as if he had any right to be. "It's- It's okay, I'm not keeping you," he said, as if that was reassuring. "I just want to show you what I bought."
While Coryn turned to fish something out of a plastic bag, Maverick frantically looked around. This wasn't even a concealed room, no basement or anything. Coryn lived in an apartment, it looked like, from the layout. He couldn't tell if they weren't on the first floor. It looked like this was his front room/living room. It was small, with new-ish furniture but it was messy, just to a degree that it was uncomfortable. How long has it been? Was his husband looking for him? He always worries so much, so if he was late home he'd be worried, right? Maverick's furrowed expression must've alerted Coryn to his thoughts, because he felt that bony hand pull up his chin to get his attention. He wasn't gentle with it, he never was. His movements always a bit jerky and unflattering.
Coryn opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't in the end, instead dropping his hand and looking down at the clothes in his arm. Smiling a little weirdly, he put the small pile onto Maverick's lap. He then unzipped the jacket of his tracksuit, pulling it off his arms. When his hands went to his waistband, Maverick spitefully glanced away. He felt clammy and cold that Coryn was suddenly undressing like this. He had no idea what the creep was going to do, but there was no way he had the nerve to touch him in any weird way. Not yet.
"I-I haven't tried it on before, I was waiting to show you." He said, his voice wavering now. Maverick felt the weight of the fabric being lifted from his lap, and he looked back. While Coryn was pulling on some sort of patterned skirt, Maverick saw how he was wearing feminine panties. His own prejudice made him grimace at the sight, though he was unable to say anything about it. Those long fingers closed the clasp on the calf-length skirt, buttoned that while shirt, and pulled on that blazer. He seemed to rush more with each item, his hands trembling by the end of it. "Ah.." He looked down at himself, his hands clenching into the fabric- bunching it. He looked up at a disgusted Maverick, and blushed.
"I look c-cute, right?" He gasped out, walking a bit closer, his steps struggling. "Right?" He reiterated, his expression looking weird now. Like he was strained, or losing his composure. He leaned over the other man, his hands bracing on Maverick's shoulder and chest. He looked down and shivered, gasping softly like in a moan. He hasn't even done anything yet. Maverick looked down to avoid Coryn's eyes, the bulge from under his skirt staring at him.
Maverick could only watch the other as he got off from a simple change of clothes. A school uniform wasn't an uncommon fantasy, but Maverick had an inkling that wasn't what Coryn liked about it. He knew the other was weird, but he's never known just how sensitive he was. "I feel so vulnerable. I am, right?" He husked, his hands grasping on the fabric of Maverick's shirt. The other looked up, clearly uncomfortable watching this. The silence of the room outside of Coryn's sounds was so loud. "Just y-young and- e-easy.." He breathed out, trembling as he gently collapsed to his knees in-front of the other.
It was really pathetic to watch the pervert cling to his jeans, moaning and shaking to himself as he soiled his skirt with spunk. Maverick felt a lump in his throat from it all, desperately looking anywhere but the figure down in front of him. He was truly disgusted, it made him feel dirty in his own skin just being in the other's presence- being touched by him, even with the fabric of his clothes in the way.
After too many minutes, likely due to the amount of time it took for Coryn to catch his breath because of his asthma, he looked up at Maverick from his place on the floor. "I'm so sorry I-" He sounded like he was tearing up. "Can we go again? I'll last longer this time." He spoke quickly, his beady eyes searching Maverick's for something.
Mav looked down at Coryn with exhaustion and loathing. If he had to spent any more time with him, he might vomit.