Special Needs (46 page)

“Don’t think so. I’m going to plunge your loud mouth so hard.” Liam slowly got to his feet and dragged Ryan behind, still face down. He mewled when the movement made his cock slide over the floor with just soft cotton for protection. It made him feel deliciously weightless. The blue strands of his hair looked out of place on the white wood.

Liam finally left Ryan be and walked away, soundless like a tracker trying to hunt down a rabbit.

Ryan made an attempt to crawl to the door just for the fun of it, and to get a better feel for just how well restrained he was. The biggest turn on was of course having his legs immobilized, but being tightly bound by the straitjacket and moving like a massive worm had him panting and sweating once again, especially with the rhythmical pressure to his trapped dick.

“Where is the little bunny going?” Liam followed him. Very slow, like he wanted to savor the moment, marking each step with a slapping sound. It was like being followed by a freaking serial killer. A smoking hot serial killer at that.

“Leave me!” Ryan whined, but it turned into a yelp when he felt something pressing against his backside. It took him a moment to realize Liam stepped on his butt.

“And I should do that because?” Liam kept wiggling his toes and rubbing the side of his foot against the crack of Ryan's ass through the briefs. Unable to take that much excitement, Ryan started wheezing. He arched his hips to rub against Liam's sole.

“Because you’re a good man?” he tried.

“Amusing.” And with that, Liam hooked his toes under the waistband of Ryan’s briefs and pulled them down.

“Oh don’t.” Ryan closed his eyes and tried to cool his cheek against the floor.

“Do!” Liam mocked him and lowered Ryan's underwear just enough to uncover his ass.

“Don’t look!” It was yet again time for Ryan to bite his tongue. The sole idea that his buttocks were bare like that sent a shiver of arousal to his cock. His breath hitched when he felt a sharp and loud slap to his ass, which sent thousands of tiny, imaginary insects crawling up his cock. He’d just been hit with his own belt.

Ryan squealed and arched his back. The anticipation of another stroke was making his back sweaty. It came moments later; not really painful, but it stung, making his skin hot and ready for whatever was coming. No one ever hit him that way, and he only ever paddled himself a few times before he gave up in frustration. Doing it himself was nowhere near the emotional turmoil he felt at Liam hitting his ass. The afterburn of the strokes only came after a second, and Ryan ground his hips into the floor, unsure what to think anymore. It was a level of pain he could take and just like in his bedtime fantasies - he anticipated more licks of leather.

“Enjoying yourself?” Liam asked.

“N...no...” he whimpered in a shaky voice. This particular lie was more satisfying than he would have imagined, and he couldn't wait for the next hit. He only ever imagined how a belt would feel against skin, and the following strokes sure had him squealing, but voicing his reactions was more of a release than anything else. It was also clear that Liam wasn’t trying to cause him lots of pain., it was more of a play than anything else.

“You had enough?”

“Yes, yes! Let me go!” Ryan turned his head a bit and nudged Liam’s ankle with his forehead. As strange as it was, even his feet smelled arousing, earthy and clean.

“Good, I wanted to do the front anyway.” Liam’s declaration made Ryan’s cock twitch. He was yanked backwards, into a sort of kneeling position, with Liam’s crotch inches from his face. His legs were uselessly sliding apart as he struggled to keep balance, even when held by the jacket.

“Kiss it.”

“N--no!” His eyes widened as he looked up at Liam towering over him, the taut lines of his stomach, the pronounced pectoral muscles. A slap to his cheek ripped Ryan from his daydream. Liam repeated the pat with a small loop of the belt.

Ryan jerked back in shock. It didn’t hurt, more of a burn than anything else, but was so unexpected it took him a second to consider if he wanted to tell Liam not to do it. With his heart racing like crazy, he decided to experiment and go with it. Since his cock wasn’t protesting either, he was ready to take a leap of faith.

“No?” Liam hit his other cheek without enough force to leave a welt. It was the gesture itself that had more power over him than the hit. Pain had nothing to do with it, force and power on the other hand were at the core of the slap.

“Oh...okay,” Ryan whispered. “But don’t hit me,” He was so curious to see how far Liam would go, what would he do next?

“Kiss my cock.” It came out as a heated whisper.

Ryan bowed his head and slowly touched the side of the stiff prick with his lips. The way Liam’s toned stomach trembled from time to time was pushing Ryan’s arousal to the brink.

“How is it?” Liam sighed and pulled him up by the arms.

“Filthy! You sick prick.” Ryan frowned and pulled away as much as he could. In a sudden surge of inspiration, he decided to experiment as well. He spat on Liam’s cock.
What will you do now, huh?

Liam laughed, smearing the saliva over his length. “Oh, you wanna gag on it?”

“No, I don’t.” He struggled in the grip, even though his own penis was dying to be touched.

“No?” Liam slapped his cheek with the belt again, a wicked smile threatening to break his face in two.

Ryan shook his head, nervously looking to the belt. He still wasn’t sure whether he liked the slaps or not.

“We’ll see about that,” Liam said, throwing the belt to the side only to squat and throw Ryan over his arm, fireman style. Within a split second, Ryan was looking at the floor, but his gaze quickly focused on Liam’s ass. Even that part of his body wasn’t as pale as Ryan’s. He could barely breathe, as his erection kept brushing against Liam’s arm.

His partner gently lowered him on the medical chair, then grabbed his braced legs and put them in the leg supports without bothering to fasten them secure. Instead, he pulled Ryan’s hips towards the edge of the seat, making his ass and crotch embarrassingly exposed.

Ryan followed his every move, but was left stuck in the position Liam chose, unable to move his legs or arms. ‘Completely helpless’ was the new ‘sexy’.

“Don’t know about your head, but this little fellow is enjoying himself,” said Liam, pinching the tip of Ryan’s cock.

Ryan let out a high pitched moan. “No!” was all he could think of. The sensitive skin hurt more than expected this time, but still not enough to call out his safeword. Or Liam’s for that matter. It was his idea to settle on ‘vagina’, as it was the one word none of them would ever say during sex.

“Really.” Liam casually pressed a finger against Ryan’s anus, now protected only by the thin layer of cotton, which rode up his butt when he was forced to sit.

“Oh my God!” Ryan’s eyes went wide again.

“Relax, I’m not taking your filthy asshole,” Liam casually explained, still probing the sensitive flesh. “I’m riding you elsewhere.”

“Stop touching it then.”

“I like the way you squirm, doc.” Liam grinned, patting his aching butt a few times before walking over to the other side of the chair. He looked straight into Ryan's eyes and his gaze only, eyes darkened with lust, was enough to get Ryan quivering. “What should I do with you...”

“Let me go?” Ryan licked his upper lip. “I won’t tell anyone. Promise.”

But Liam moved towards a plain cupboard where they kept medical equipment their clients could buy to make their stay even more attractive. He put his hands on his hips, whistling softly.

“Oh God, you’re such a creep.” Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off Liam’s tattooed back. Each time he shifted his weight, the eerie birds moved, and Ryan wondered whether the tattoo artist achieved this effect on purpose.

Liam didn’t answer. Instead, he took out a medium sized stainless steel speculum and ripped the sterile packaging with a broadening smile. The instrument looked cold, frightening, exciting with its longish beak and thick handles.

“You can still stop Liam, and we can forget about this.”
Please don’t stop.

“Shut up.” Those words were uttered softly enough to sound like a declaration of love in any other circumstances, but this time, reflexive fear only added to Ryan’s excitement.

He clenched his lips into a thin line, watching Liam’s every move. His arms were getting uncomfortable, but he wasn’t even close to calling it quits.

“Didn’t say you were supposed to close your mouth.” Liam furrowed his eyebrows and dug his fingers into Ryan’s cheeks, forcing his lips open. Ryan took a deep breath through his nose, realizing what was about to happen. They talked about the safety measures if Ryan wasn’t able to speak and that was quickly approaching. He would clench his eyes three times if he didn’t like it, or shake his head to the sides if he was able to in a particular position.

“I need to examine your hole before I slide in,” Liam muttered, and the cold flat beak of the speculum invaded Ryan’s mouth. Ryan moaned with his stomach tightening into a ball, but complied with the pressure of the spreading instrument and opened his mouth as wide as it went. The frown on Liam's face only added to the excitement and he was getting dangerously close to hyperventilating.

Ryan moaned through his nose, trying to look down at his lover’s cock, so thick and arching upwards. With his jaw spread so wide, he could only gasp, desperate to remain immobile with the cold metal pushing against his teeth. Liam showed him his two fingers and then delved them inside Ryan’s mouth, probing on the inner side of his cheeks, pulling his tongue out as if he were an animal.

There was nothing Ryan could do, but indulge in the helplessness. What Liam considered fun was so complimentary to what Ryan needed. He was like a plus to his minus. He couldn’t wait for their bodies to slide together like the last pieces of a puzzle. But not yet. Not today. He coughed, stirring in his straitjacket when Liam’s fingertips tickled his soft palate before tracing his teeth like he were a horse at an auction.

“Nice, healthy teeth you have there, doc. And soft, pink flesh. This will be so good on my cock.” He released Ryan’s mouth, cold metal sliding out and leaving it empty, and walked over to the cupboard again.

Ryan couldn’t wait to suck on his hot, salty cock. Finally, without a condom! He would relish every drop of come like it was the sweetest of his boyfriend’s desserts.

Liam presented him a medical gag with rubber coating designed to protect the teeth. “No biting, doc.”

Ryan grunted and moved his hips around in anticipation. He only ever had a small ball gag in his mouth, so he was curious how it would feel and hoped not to get cramps.

Liam looked into Ryan’s eyes. “Wide open.”

He obediently opened his mouth to invite the gag. It sent shivers down his spine, but he welcomed everything, even the metal clang of Liam adjusting the width to which he wanted his mouth to be opened. Ryan ‘s cock was desperate for attention it wasn’t going to get, as Liam watched Ryan with a growing smile.

“You’re drooling.”

“Nnng!” was all Ryan could manage with the gag. He furrowed his eyebrows and touched the top of his palate with his tongue. With all they were doing, he still felt as safe as never before. His face heated with the first streak of saliva dripping down from his lips and he moaned incoherently when Liam’s hand traced his abdomen, inches away from Ryan’s aching cock.

“Show me your tongue.”

There was no way to put up a fight anymore, Ryan stuck his tongue out, looking into Liam’s eyes. The intensity of the experience made his stomach turn. He was trembling, arching his body up, as if it could bring them closer, encourage Liam to press him into the chair, claim him. Even though a part of Ryan was embarrassed by the position he was in, by the pulled down briefs, by the way his damaged body was exposed, he still felt safe to show himself to Liam like this.

It was strange and uncomfortable to be this wide open. His teeth and mouth felt cold and dry, even with all the rest of him burning up. He wiggled his tongue just like Liam told him to, ashamed of the continuous drooling.

“That’s it doc, doing good,” Liam whispered, raising the back of the chair into a desired angle

Another “Nnn!” was Ryan’s way of saying ‘God, Liam, stick it in me’. He couldn’t wait and at this point, with his body trembling, his anus pulsing and mouth spread wide, he barely cared where Liam would put his cock.

His partner let out a laugh and bit Ryan’s cheek before slowly crawling onto the wide, padded seat with a pleased smile. “Hope you won’t dry out before I’m finished,” he said, straddling Ryan’s hips with his knees, his prick perfectly aligned with Ryan’s spread mouth.

“Stick your tongue out.” Liam grabbed his cock, cupping his balls with the other hand and giving them a gentle squeeze.

Ryan’s whole existence was now focused on following orders, so he did as he was told without hesitation. All he could hope for was that he didn’t look like an idiot. Liam smiled and moved his hips forward, letting his thick cockhead slide over Ryan’s tongue, not yet entering his mouth, just rubbing up and down the sensitive muscle. Ryan couldn’t help himself and curled his tongue to touch the tip.

Liam cursed, let go of his sac and gripped the hair on top of Ryan’s head. He was the one in charge.