Special Needs (45 page)

Ryan wheeled further into the room, to see more of his lover. His heart was already becoming frantic. “Good evening Mr. Novitzky. I came for your daily check up.”

He circled the chair to have a good look at his boyfriend. Liam was sitting on his bare ass, dressed only in the thick straitjacket. Its numerous straps made Ryan imagine how it would feel to be tightly encased by the restraints, and his cock started hardening right away. He would be completely at Liam's mercy.

His boyfriend's legs were very attractive, with thick muscles and just the right amount of hair. The random tattoos looked strangely fitting with the straitjacket, creating an image of someone reckless, who needed to be controlled.

Liam’s hair was loosely hanging around his face as he looked up with an unreadable expression. The wait and uncertainty was making Ryan hot all over, but he tried to play along as calmly as he could.

“Are you ready, Novitzky?” He waved his hand at him and took out a little flashlight out of his pocket.

“Hn.” Liam shook his head and let it hang so that his hair obscured most of his face.

“Oh come now, be good today, okay?” Ryan smiled at him. The fact that he didn’t know when Liam would attack, got his blood boiling. He wheeled closer and lit the flashlight into his face. Liam moaned and crawled further away along the padded wall.

“Novitzky, could you at least try to be more cooperative?” Ryan sighed and followed him slowly, intent on grabbing his leg. He had to lean forward to do that and it threw him a bit off balance. It seemed this was exactly what Liam was waiting for. In the blink of an eye, Liam's body jerked backwards, avoiding the searching hand and one of the long sleeves slapped the top of Ryan's head. He yelped at the strong pull that ejected him from the chair and sent the flashlight rolling across the room.

He whimpered and tried to grab anything he could, in this case, Liam’s arm. “What the...?” His ‘patient’ rolled him to his back and pinned him down with his own body. With his naked butt on Ryan's chest, he struggled to free himself from the straitjacket like he was possessed.

“Get off!” Ryan tried to push him off, but Liam was such a heavy guy. And it was hard not to stare at the way he moved and hissed his fury to the world, face reddened from strain. It was a picture frightening and exciting, especially with Liam’s butt bucking against Ryan’s body like an aroused bull. And there was a bare cock underneath the loose fabric, so close to Ryan’s face.

“You motherfucker! Now you’ll see! Now you’ll see!” Liam cried. His act was good enough to give Ryan goosebumps.

Ryan’s chest was heaving, he knew Liam couldn't have missed his raging hard on. “Off, you bastard!” His legs were tensing in the braces each time he tried to push Liam off, and the impossibility of movement made him tremble with desire. His body stiffened, despite the knowledge that it was all just make-believe, when Liam eventually managed to get free from the straitjacket. His wicked smile could have frozen a person to the ground.

“Tonight, we’re gonna play swaps, doc.” He threw the jacket aside and put one hand on Ryan’s throat, gently squeezing.

“Come on, Liam... be reasonable.” Ryan could barely breathe, and it wasn’t just because of the subtle choking. “I just brought you your medication.” The sweaty palm against his neck made his cock twitch.

“You’re gonna pay for keeping me here.” Liam rapidly turned Ryan’s head to press his cheek against the floor and scraped his front teeth over the side of his face, gasping. His breath felt hot on Ryan’s skin, making it tingle. “You’re gonna see how it is to be locked up like an animal.”

“Liam, please, you’ll feel better when you take the medication. It’s in my pocket. Calm down and everything will be okay.” Ryan’s body was trembling more than he expected, and the oily smell of the floorboards did nothing to ease the tension.

Liam cackled. He actually cackled like a madman and took Ryan’s whole ear in his mouth, sucking on it as he grabbed Ryan’s wrists and squeezed them hard. The wet, slurpy sounds, the way Liam’s tongue teased the ladder of earrings that ran all the way up that ear, made Ryan’s body fidget with desire.

“Get the fuck off!” He yelled, but when he thrust his hips up, it wasn't to get free anymore. It was an almost involuntary jerk of his body announcing it was ready for fucking, or at least more grinding, especially that Liam now slid down his body and straddled his hips.

“Oh yeah? Why?” Liam ripped the white coat open, exposing Ryan’s bare chest with a predatory smile.

“I’ll report you, Novitzky, and you’ll stay here for fucking-ever,” yelled Ryan, as he tried to crawl from underneath him.

“No chance, doc.” Liam forced him into a sitting position and got up to his feet, like some golden god of random, but sexy tattoos, his cock already half-mast. “Take it all off.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. No wonder you’re locked up!” Ryan grabbed on to the medical chair to pull himself away, even though he knew he was no match for Liam, who reacted immediately, slapping his hand. With a strong pull on the coat, he forced Ryan against the padded wall.

“Off with it or I’m gonna be very bad.”

Ryan looked up at him and swallowed, but slowly took off the coat. An intimidating Liam was the turn on of the century. Ryan’s legs felt uncomfortable now, with the braces still bent at the knees for a sitting position. Liam gave one of them a light kick.

“What the fuck?”

“Don’t!” Ryan whined and pushed Liam’s foot away. Just the sole fact that he was being treated as if his legs didn’t have feeling got his cock aching again, trapped in the confines of his underwear.

“Booo!” Liam kicked his leg once more, not strongly enough hurt or damage anything, but it was enough of a threat to stir Ryan's excitement.

“You have no shame. You belong in this place...” Ryan’s fingers hovered over the belt of his trousers, but Ryan didn’t unbuckle it yet. He was going to get the sweetest delayed gratification ever.

“Get those fucking pants off, doc!” Liam’s voice was low, like a predator’s who knew exactly that his prey had no chance of escaping. He slowly pressed his foot into Ryan’s crotch.

Ryan let out a tiny whimper, but didn’t stall anymore, unbuckling the pants and opening them. He couldn’t pull them down much lower in the position he was in though and with his legs bent.

He chose a pair of plain white briefs for the role, and there was already a wet stain on them over the head of his cock. Liam was casting a shadow over Ryan with his gorgeous body. He supported both of his hands against the padded wall, his cock dangling in front of Ryan like sweet torture. He had to fight the urge to simply open his mouth and suck on that dark cockhead.

“I’m trying,” he muttered, sliding down the wall, to lay down on his back. It was easier to lift his hips in this position. And oh, how sexy it was to be writhing awkwardly at Liam’s feet. But Liam was short of patience, and he suddenly grabbed the legs of Ryan’s pants and pulled at them, leaving him naked except for the plain briefs, braces and prosthetic foot.

Liam was breathing heavily as he looked down at him, like he was already imagining all that he wanted to do to Ryan’s damaged, helpless body. He bowed down to pick up the straitjacket, and he casually threw it into Ryan’s face. It smelled of fabric detergent, but nothing more, as Liam didn’t wear it long enough for his smell to penetrate the garment.

“Put that on.”

“Please, take your meds Liam. You don’t want to do this,” Ryan whispered, looking up at his tormentor, but he didn't hesitate to pull the thing on. His teeth started to clatter.

“Put that fucking thing on, you freak!” Liam went to his knees, grabbing at Ryan's braced legs like he wanted to claw his fingers into the flesh.

“Don’t!” With a squeal, Ryan complied with the order. He didn’t even notice before, that he started shaking. None of his sexual experiences had ever felt this intense, including their first time on the beach.

“I’ll let you keep those fucking briefs, even if you you pervs keep me half-naked,” Liam snarled, abruptly pulling Ryan away from the wall as soon as he got his arms into the endless sleeves. Liam grabbed at him from behind and yanked the sleeves back so that Ryan's arms were criss-crossed in front of him. Another pull was enough to make him completely defenseless against Liam, who was buckling up the garment like a pro. He was making it a snug fit.

A moan escaped Ryan’s lips. It was like being sealed in a tight cocoon, arms useless, legs stiff in the braces. His erection was leaking, and the cooling precum was just another toe-curling sensation.

“Are
we
scared yet?” Liam’s voice brushed the back of his neck, making all the tiny hair there stand up and salute. Without an immediate reply, Liam drew back, fumbling with something.

“Don’t hurt me,” Ryan managed with trembling lips, totally absorbed by the fantasy.

“Why? You keep hurtin’ me, doc.”

Ryan’s body twitched when he felt a solid presence behind him. A strong hand sneaked up his torso to once again claim his throat, and Liam showed Ryan his own belt. “You deserve being hurt.”

Ryan’s breathing became erratic at the thought that Liam could spank him with that belt. “You don’t want to do this!”

“What makes you think so?” Liam yanked Ryan’s head to the side and sunk his teeth into his neck, making him see stars, even though it didn’t hurt all that much. He didn’t even notice when he thrust his hips up.

“There would be consequences. We can work it out.”

Liam didn’t answer. He kept sucking and nipping on the sensitive flesh, one of his hands slowly traveling down. It trailed over the ridges of the straitjacket, but headed straight for the goal that was Ryan’s crotch. That was too much to bear and he moaned, trying to crawl away again.

“What? You scared I might rip it off?” Liam cupped Ryan’s crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh God, don’t,” he moaned, trying to hold in his excitement, but it was getting harder by the second.

“What was that?” Liam’s whisper only made it worse and Ryan thrust into the welcoming hand, sliding his captured length over the inner side of Liam’s palm.

“Someone will come in here any minute,” he whispered, overwhelmed by the frantic pulsing in his body. It was as if his heart was pumping blood straight onto the underside of his skin.

“I doubt that,” Liam told him and took his hand away as he got up to his feet. It almost forced a wail of disappointment out of Ryan, but it died on his lips when Liam grabbed one of the buckles on Ryan’s back and pulled him over across floor.

An involuntary scream escaped Ryan’s lips, and he looked around, trying to catch his lover's gaze. “You’re mental!”

“You’re the one in the straitjacket.” Liam cackled, as he shuffled Ryan all over the floor. Looking at the way it moved between his spread thighs almost got Ryan dizzy, but the slight burn in his buttocks and feet dissipated his attention.

“What do you want?” He was panting, imagining all the things Liam could do to him when he was so vulnerable. He wouldn’t be able to resist even if he wanted to.

“What do you think?” Liam rolled Ryan onto his stomach, with feet pointing straight up due to the braces. Liam walked around him and kneeled between Ryan’s spread thighs. He dropped his body weight to his hands and placed his palms on both sides of Ryan’s head. Slowly, he let his body drop lower, as if he was doing a push up.

Ryan opened his mouth wide, breathing in the overwhelming scent of hair that was now tickling his nape. He clenched his buttocks the moment Liam’s hard cock pressed against his briefs. His boyfriend was a perfect man.

“What do you think, doc?” Liam rolled his hips with a soft hiss, covering Ryan’s back with his hot, muscled body.

“Animal,” he whispered, but it came out more lustful than insulting. He arched his back against Liam’s chest, delighting in its smooth heat. All anxieties put aside, he knew that within a few weeks he wouldn’t be a virgin anymore, and it would be better than he had ever imagined. He would finally do all the sweet and dangerous things he always longed for, but was too afraid to do. Less than fifteen minutes ago, Liam asked for his trust, and he gave it to him without question. He knew he was the guy.

“Does that excite you?” Liam’s wet tongue sliding over his ear pressed another desperate moan out of Ryan.

“N--no, you’re a filthy man.” He bit his lips not to smile.

“So are you.” Liam slowly straightened his arms and moved his body forward, sliding his thighs up Ryan’s body, until he was straddling his shoulders. The sole thought of Liam’s cock so close behind his head had Ryan shivering. His stomach tightened when he imagined Liam humping it from behind, with the dripping cockhead sliding into his hair.

“I’m not the one locked up for sex offences.” Ryan bit his lip even harder, but his mouth fell open with a sharp cry when Liam yanked his head up by the hair, pressing it into one of his hairy, toned thighs. A slick, rhythmic sound curled over Ryan’s other ear.

“You disgust me,” he whispered, looking to the side, only to notice that Liam was slowly stroking his cock. It was beautiful, with a proud curl and fat head. He would have devoured it whole if it weren’t for the damn gag reflex.

“Oh yeah, you’re making me hot, doc.”

“This turns you on? Maybe if I agreed to this, you’d go soft?” Ryan pouted, forcing himself to look away.