Special Needs (27 page)

“Oh, baby... I want to see all of you, exactly how you are,” he whispered, running his hot tongue under Ryan’s knee as he slowly removed the socks.

As nervous as he was, Ryan couldn’t deny the throbbing erection, standing up proudly between his thighs. “Okay, if you’re sure.” Having his pants off though, didn’t make him feel nearly as naked as having the prosthetic foot uncovered. It wasn’t anything special, since he didn’t walk on it much anyway, but the moment Stuart unfastened it, uncovering the stump, it was almost too much for Ryan to bear.

His breath became rapid and he stretched his arms out to Stuart, desperate for a hug or anything that would make this seem less scary and painful. His heart was pounding so hard it hurt as he watched Stuart, searching for the slightest trace of discomfort. But Stuart smiled at him, taking hold of one of his hands while cupping the stump with his other palm.

“Your skin’s so soft down here.”

“So it’s okay with you?” Ryan didn’t want to sound so insecure, but the situation got to him more than he expected. “Maybe we’ll put the braces back on?” It was strange to be touched on the stump. Not really unpleasant, but the skin was very sensitive.

“Of course.” Stuart looked at him with lust-hazed eyes and bowed down to lick the place where Ryan’s foot used to be. His warm breath made Ryan shiver. “It’ll be easier to position you, baby.”

Ryan nodded with an insincere laugh. “Yeah. Sorry for all this fuss.” Though his excitement didn’t falter for a second. He was already imagining, being on the bed, with his legs spread out as if he didn’t feel them, masculine hands pushing their dead weight even further apart.

“No problem. Let’s tuck you in those” Stuart was surprisingly efficient with braces. It wasn’t even two minutes and Ryan was once again safely encased in his nicest pair, the electric blue ones. Stuart touched his stump again and ran his fingers up Ryan’s legs, over his abdomen and chest. “You are a very sexy man, Ryan.”

Ryan’s smile widened and he let himself forget about those ugly things below his pelvis. He was laying spread eagle on the bed, feeling himself calm down with the braces keeping his legs completely straight. “Oh yeah? What will you do about it?”

Stuart leaned down with a groan and kissed Ryan’s lips, sucking on his tongue for a moment. “Loosen you up, baby.” He pulled on Ryan’s arm to roll him over.

“Yeah... I suppose I’m a bit nervous.” Ryan chuckled, twisting his body to lay on his belly, not without some effort. He was awarded by the pleasing touch of cotton on his sensitive prick and couldn't withhold a moan of appreciation. His face was already hot from even thinking how exposed his ass now was. Stuart slid his hand under him to adjust Ryan’s cock, but quickly took it away, slowly massaging Ryan’s ass with one hand. Very slowly, the touch was waking up Ryan’s senses, and he just grinned like an idiot, before looking back at Stuart. The smile died on his lips.

His lungs pressed all of the air out and his stomach turned at the sight of a plastic syringe in Stuart’s right hand. Some liquid shot up from the thin needle, spraying on Ryan’s bare buttock.

“The fuck, man!?” His eyes went wide and his mind became a blank sphere of nothingness. Stuart’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at Ryan, his breath shaking like he was struggling to keep himself in check. He looked like a proper psycho. A psycho. In Ryan’s bed.

“You won’t feel a thing." Stuart's voice was a low whisper when he suddenly spread Ryan’s buttocks with one hand.

“No! What the fuck is that!” Without hesitation, Ryan spun around the upper half of his body and slapped Stuart’s wrist away.

His boyfriend panted and started climbing on top of Ryan, raising the syringe like a dagger. “You want to make me feel good, right? It won’t hurt,” he finished with a choked growl, moving the syringe towards Ryan’s ass.

“I said ‘no’! Which part of that do you not understand, fucker?” His head was pounding with panic as he shoved Stuart back with all the strength he had in him. “Get off!”

“Baby, don’t be ridiculous!” Ryan heard a trace of strain in Stuart's voice as he was forcefully pressed face down into the pillow.

This was not what Ryan wanted! He didn’t even know what the hell was in that syringe and as much as he fantasized about rape, abuse, and all sorts of bondage,
this
was not fun! They didn’t agree to this at all! “Let go!” he squealed and managed to grab Stuart’s arm, desperately trying to turn to his back. Ryan couldn't have much use of his legs in braces, but he still had his arms.

He was crushed by Stuart's weight, and only now did he realize just how strong his new boyfriend could be if he really wanted. It was clear he was much more eager to pin Ryan down for a shot than to carry him. “Stop being such a tease!”

“I’m not! I said I don’t want that shit! What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Ryan managed to free one of his arms and as soon as he tried to hit Stu on the head, he felt the needle dig in deep into his forearm. He screamed out. How could he have ever loved this room? The semi-darkness was not intimate, the monsters sneered at him, as he struggled with the weight on top of him, terrified like never before in his life. He couldn’t believe it was happening to him!

“Fuck!” Stuart bared his teeth, his face becoming an angry mask. Ryan’s whole body became rigid at the funny feeling in his hand where he was pricked with the needle. It was going numb and heavy. What if it would get infected with something? What if he’d lose another limb?

“Help!” he cried out, crawling from underneath the man and trying to reach the edge of the bed. The panic button was just a few feet away, concealed by the monster head at the headboard. If only he could get there! “Help! Liam!” He didn’t only scream for Liam, but it just came out on its own. If his caretaker were anywhere around, he would have never allowed this to continue. Here, in the locked up, soundproof room however, Stuart was losing all pretense of being a nice guy.

“Shut the hell up!” he screamed right into Ryan’s ear, yanking him up by the hair. Ryan could feel the stiff dick against his ass, and the food he ate minutes ago, came up to his throat.

“Let the fuck go!” He wouldn’t stop struggling and smacked Stuart’s jaw with his elbow as hard as he could. His hurt arm was tingling as if there were ants crawling all over it. “Help!” Ryan screamed his lungs out.

“No one’s gonna hear you!” Stuart laid on him, his hard cock aligning with the crack of Ryan’s ass.

“Get it away, you fucking prick! I’ll fuck you up!” Ryan’s chest was heaving as he managed to crawl a few inches closer to the button. Stuart didn’t know it was there, so he had a big chance to reach his goal. The alarm would go off and the door would unlock.

Stuart laughed and bit into his neck like a passionate lover. “Baby, stop this nonsense! Let’s make love.”

“Make love to your fucking hand, you creep,” Ryan whined, bucking his hips. That got Stuart off for long enough for Ryan to crawl further up the bed and push the button.

Please, please, please... God... let someone be at the reception to notice...!

Liam finished making another braid in his hair and took out a pack of cigarettes. He knew Ryan wouldn’t approve of him smoking in the house, but he assumed it would be okay if he leaned out of the window far enough.

He felt sickened. Thick, green jealousy crawled up his stomach. He barely got any sleep last night. It was fun to fuck around with Matt Powers, but he still ended up drunk and spilling his heart out. To a one night stand. Great. Ryan was probably the only person at the beach yesterday who didn’t notice that Liam tried to make a move on him. Of course, he got his face slapped with Stuart again, and there was nothing he could do but to make the experience comfortable for Ryan. The food he prepared was tasty and easy on the stomach, but worry was all he got in return. The lovebirds were probably fucking their brains out in the Monster Room by now and all he could do was sulk. He’d been such an idiot to pretend being straight. Maybe if he didn’t, Ryan wouldn’t have fallen for this wuss. He’s been so irritated today that Rod seemed to avoid him on purpose and they didn’t go for a run they had planned.

As he was standing there, contemplating the ridiculousness of being permanently cockblocked from Ryan and smoking his cigarette like there was no tomorrow, a slight click echoed from somewhere in the back of the corridor. He frowned at the sound of muffled screams, freezing for only a moment before throwing his cigarette out into the parking lot. His legs moved on their own, carrying him straight to the Monster Room, his breath quickening rapidly. For a split second, it occurred to him, that maybe Ryan was role playing, but his hesitation faded when another cry for help was followed by his name. He knocked the door open, his body ready for a fight. His eyes fell on Ryan, now half off the bed, with his bare ass in the air as he tried to flinch away from Stuart’s cock. One of his hands was hanging down uselessly to the floor, while he supported his weight on the other, trying not to fall off.

“Motherfucker.” Liam’s vision went white with rage. He yanked Stuart off Ryan and smashed him head first into the wall, deaf to a panicked shriek. As soon as the bastard slid to his knees with a pained cry, Liam kicked him to the floor, hardly noticing anything around him. Pained gasps filled the room like thick smog as he kept slamming his fists into Stuart's cowering form over and over again. He just couldn’t stop.

“The fuck’s going on here!” Rodney's shout sounded over a loud thumping of combat boots. “Liam!”

“The fucker!” Liam was wheezing loudly when he smashed his fist into the bloodied face. He wanted to cry, cry out and simply kill the bastard!

When someone grabbed his arm before he could hit Stuart again, it took him a breathless moment to realize it was Rod. “What’s happening!? Should I call the cops?”

Liam’s first instinct was to rip himself free, but Ryan’s muffled sob was enough to get his attention off Stuart. His stomach churned as he looked back at the bed. Ryan was naked except for the braces on his legs and awkwardly pushed off the mattress, with the stiff legs halfway off. He was struggling not to fall to the floor, but his only mobile hand was trembling with the effort.

“Shit....” Liam got to his feet and seconds later, he pulled the shaking body into his arms. “Ryan... I’m here... he’s not gonna hurt you.” It was heartbreaking, he could hardly speak.

“Fucking fuck...” Ryan hugged the useless arm to his body, resting his head on Liam’s chest. “Damn right call the cops on his ass!” he whined to Rodney, who instantly took out his cell phone, while watching Stuart squirm in pain on the floor.

Liam dropped to the bed, pulling Ryan closer. He was at loss of words, so he just kissed the top of Ryan’s head, smelling the sweet scent of his hair. But then, his eyes focused on the plain of Ryan’s legs and his heart sunk. They were the antithesis of smooth, ridden with burn scars, thick, thin, red, white, pink, like a patchwork of skin designed by a madman. Some scars were much thicker than the rest of the skin and presented a physical manifestation of pain. As Liam's eyes gazed down Ryan's calves, his breathing came to a halt when he spotted something he didn't expect. Ryan didn't have a foot. His right leg ended with a stump above where his ankle should have been.

Liam bit back a gasp, suddenly snapping out of the trance and quickly covering Ryan with the comforter. “Talk to me,” he pleaded, his whole body hurting in sympathy. He still couldn’t believe Ryan hadn’t told him anything about a missing foot.

Ryan was barely catching his breath, while Stuart tried to mutter something intelligible and get up from the floor.

“He injected something in my arm! It's so numb and heavy.” Ryan bowed his head, trying to wrap himself even tighter with the warm cover.

Liam felt blood rushing from his head to his arms and legs. He got up, storming back to Stuart. How come the bastard’s nose was still straight? He didn’t deserve one like that. “What did you give him, you shithead!” The yell was loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear. He dropped to his knees, pressing one into Stuart’s stomach and spat into his face.

“Easy there, Liam, or the cops will take you as well when they see this.” Rodney looked down at them with furrowed eyebrows, but his face was otherwise like carved in stone.

“It’s just anesthetic!” Stuart cried out, trying to shield his head from the expected assault.
Just right, you fucker. You’re lucky Rod’s here
.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Liam got up and pushed at Rod’s chest. “He hurt Ryan!” Even to him, these words sounded like a pained cry.