Putting my fingers in their mouth and pressing their tongue down, grabbing their chin, manhandling their head from left to right, wherever I want it to be. Yanking them closer, prying their mouth open, wider, wider. Pouring liquor down their throat and making sure they swallow. Good boy.
Something about their lips around my fingers and the drool dripping from their chin. Something about the complete control over what they do, how they do it. Something about their big teary eyes looking up at me, glazing over more and more the more alcohol I pour into them. Yada yada.












