Lucas and Tom have agreed that the rest of the work day can go fuck itself, now that they’ve found pathetic man-toy Elliot to torture instead. Very much the epitome of a chewed up dog toy, Elliot is working hard to please these domineering thugs and earn some mercy, but it’s doubtful his Neanderthal captors have even a fleeting grasp of the concept. Lucas shoves Elliot’s face into Tom’s armpit and commands him to take a big breath. Tom orders Elliot to lick his armpits and clean off his sweaty chest. They throw him on the ground, and Elliot coughs
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