Moreau ignored her for the moment. He sat on the bench at Eliot's hips. "No?" he asked quietly, his cultured voice sounding deceptively gentle. "Then tell me, what do you think I should do?"

Eliot held back a sob. As if he could answer anyone right now. Even if he could, he didn't know what to say. He tried to turn away, to shield himself from Moreau's gaze but the man's hand found his hip and held him still.

"Now, now, Eliot, you know I can't just do nothing. I can't just make an exception for you because you're young."

The man's hand trailed along Eliot's dick. He tried to pull away but the bench had no give. He keened quietly behind the gag as he found himself responding against his will. And the screamed as he felt the man slip a ring on him. No, not that again. He couldn't...... He pulled at the ropes until he felt blood dripping along his wrists and ankles.