Alex cried out in pain as his head was wrenched back, cutting his air supply. Alex closed his eyes and tilted his head as much as he could, cringing at the feel of the warm wet tongue sliding against his cheek. "Ff..fine." Alex deflated as nausea washed over him. He really didn't want to have that monster's thing in his mouth, but maybe it would, like he said, just be easier to comply. He felt sick and his face was flush, tears staining that perfect face.<br/><br/>Alex's eyes flew open and he jerked in surprise as the door crashed against the wall. He gagged a little at the thick scent of booze on the man's breath. Though by the reaction, this was not one of Matt's friends coming to help the situation so he let out a muffled scream as he flipped the lid of the toilet back off so it would crash to the floor. He needed help and he prayed this would be it. Not one of those sick bastards who would turn and walk away. Alex thrashed and tried to squeal again.