As soon as the door clicked shut, Will pounced on the bowl and slurped the food down way too fast. He wished he had ten times the amount as he was given, despite the Sheriff having stuck his gloved hands in it. The skin on his throat seemed to carry that choking grip like a brand.
That evening Will went over and over the words, speaking along with the recording, just lying on his back on the mattress to try and keep his shoulder still for a while. He got it right the first fucking time, and cringed physically at his own failure to get it right when the Sheriff was watching.
The lights snapped out but the noise went on. Eventually Will fell asleep for a while, although when he woke again some hours later, he felt no more refreshed. He also felt incapable of falling asleep again.
Biting his lip, he considered his options. The Sheriff had said he wasn't to touch himself, but... it was the middle of the night, surely he wasn't being watched constantly? Tuck's voice was in his ears, on and on.
He rolled onto his side facing away from the camera and slid his hand down the front of his pants. He kind of missed being able to sleep nude, but with the camera always on him, he wasn't about to do that here. His dick was soft, but responded quickly enough to a bit of encouragement. He thought of Tuck's face, his soft smile and his kind eyes, biting his lip as he stroked himself off, but it was taking too long, he was scared he'd be caught. Softly he stroked his free hand up his chest to tease his nipples, and thought about Tuck doing the same, Tuck's hand pinching and stroking and moving up to his throat to hold him down- The image of the Sheriff bearing down on him, his dark eyes unfathomable and cruel, flashed into Will's mind and he came with a soft gasp and tightening of his own hand on his neck.
Lying in the dark waiting for his heartrate to slow, Will wondered what was wrong with him. Aside from everything else, now he couldn't get off without seeing the fucking Sheriff in his mind too? He turned his face into the pillow and curled into the foetal position, to wait until unconsciousness could claim him, and he could get up an do it all again.