"Open your mouth."
Jack opened his mouth. The rubber bar was pushed between his teeth and the strapped cinched tight behind his head. He bit down. The bit of rubber felt much wider than it looked and he wasn't sure where to put his tongue.
"I'm going to tie you up again. Tighter this time. I believe you can take it. I'm going to pinch and weight your nipples while I do. I'm going to fill your ass and make you cum, your cock still in that tube."
Jack moaned around the bit and felt his legs wobble as if it were already happening.
"Kneel in the middle of the bed. It'll make the rope work trickier but I don't want to risk you falling over. Next time I'll get out a frame so I can keep you on your feet."
Jack crawled onto the bed.
"Can you keep your eyes closed? I want you focused on your body."
Jack closed his eyes.
"Good boy."
He fought the urge to anticipate actions that came with closing his eyes and instead focused on his body as Isaac said. There was an itch and emptiness. He heard Isaac move around the room and felt the bed sink behind him. Something cold and rubbery parted his ass cheeks and a small plug was pushed into him easing the need to be filled but also making him aware that he could handle so much more. Isaac moved around the bed. There was a mechanical pinch on his right nipple as a clamp was screwed on tight, and a soft bump against his chest.
"That is a weighted clamp." Isaac flicked it. It felt like someone was trying to stretch out his nipple but it didn't let up. A shudder passed through him. Would these leave his nipples swollen? Would they be longer? Isaac attached the other then flicked them both. They hurt. They pinched and burned in a way Jack usually wouldn't tolerate, but instead the pain was sending a direct message to his cock and his ass. With every flick he squeezed down tight.
"And one more thing before we begin." Isaac moved behind him again. There were a couple of clicks and the cuffs on his thighs were connected to the ones on his ankles. There was now no way he could get up from the kneeling position, and if pushed onto his back it would leave his legs in the air.
"Your cock is already leaking. It's beautiful."
"Thank you, sir," Jack said around the bit.
"It's only the truth. Now for a little more decorations, but it really is gilding the lily."
Jack was already associating the feel of the rope with control and peace. He kept his hands behind his head. The first wrap of rope went around the back of his cock then around the top of each thigh, allowing the corset part to start all the way down at his hips. Each strong pull of the ropes caused the weights on his nipples to swing. When Isaac reached his waist he stopped, pulled out the small plug and pushed in a larger one.
"Your ass really is designed to take all I can give you."
Jack didn't respond. Words were gone. There was only the feeling of the rope. The burn of his nipples. The fullness of his ass. And Isaac's hands on his skin as he worked. It was easier to change his breathing this time. He knew how it was done and the transition was seamless.
As the ropes were wrapped around below his nipples, Isaac brought his arms down and wove his wrist cuffs into the work just below his shoulder blades.
He couldn't move his arms, couldn't stand, couldn't speak clearly, couldn't have an erection, could hardly form a coherent thought, and all he wanted was for Isaac to fuck him again.
He pulled out the second plug and put in a third. This one was large and Jack was pretty sure he recognized it. It was the one Isaac was going to use to push him over the edge, he was sure of it.
He heard Isaac move around the room then there was quiet.
"Open your eyes."
In front of him, propped up on a chair, was a mirror large enough that he could see himself. He couldn't recognize himself though. His eyes were glazed. His cock was dripping, and he looked decorated. The weights on his nipples were blue teardrops of glass. The rope woven around him was blue and dark green, alternating and twisting together. He reminded himself of a maypole.
"This might be a good bit of ego on my part, but you look stunning."
Jack closed his eyes.
"Open your eyes."
Jack opened them.
"I'm going to make you cum now. I want you to watch yourself for as long as you can. I want you to watch how wild you are."
Isaac reached into his pocket and a low vibration filled Jack's body. He closed his eyes then snapped them open again, remembering his orders.
The vibrations increased steadily until it felt more like electricity in him. His cock was jumping even if it couldn't expand. His hips were trying to thrust, only succeeding in rocking his whole body, stretching his nipples. Drool ran from the corners of his mouth and down his chin and pre-cum came from his cock in a steady stream. He tried to focus on breathing instead of the wild stranger he was looking at, with swollen lips and knees spread wide.
It was no use. There was one more step up in the vibrations and the orgasm roared through him like a fire. He watched as cum oozed from the tip of the tube where his swollen cock should have been. It didn't feel real. It felt good, there was release, but also a disconnect. He wanted to touch himself.
The vibrations slowed but not by enough. Isaac pulled off the clips and he screamed in pain as the blood rushed back to his nipples. He tried to thrust his hips again. He heard the clink of the little lock against the metal tube and finally squeezed his eyes shut. He fell onto his side but only heard Isaac laugh. The vibrations became stronger again. Less electricity and simply fire.
There was no distinction anymore between pain and pleasure. There was no other him than who he was in that moment. There were no thoughts. Only his body out of his control.
The second orgasm was like a lightning strike.
Later he would try to remember if there was a third or even a forth, but there was no solid moment to hang a memory on to.
When he became aware he was on his back, the plug was being pulled from his body. His knees spread wide and his legs still bent. Isaac hovered over him for a second, looking more than human, like something beyond him, and he fought for a breath.
Then Isaac was naked and pushing into him and that felt right. Possibly more right than anything in his life.
Chapter 22
The clips holding Jack’s thighs to his ankles came off first, letting him stretch his legs. Then the bit. Then Isaac freed Jack's arms and loosened the ropes. He wouldn't be able to get the ropes off until Jack was aware enough to help. At the end he seemed animalistic, his higher mind gone.
Isaac loved it. It was going to take a while to bring Jack back up from that, and steady himself for the outside world again. He knew he was liable to crash himself if he wasn't careful.
Jack was starting to shiver. He pulled a blanket over the both of them and held him close, tangling their legs together and sharing the heat. He felt Jack fall properly asleep.
It was an hour before Jack jumped into his own wakefulness pulling at the ropes.
"Easy. Easy." Isaac grabbed the safety scissors off the nightstand. He had hoped he wouldn't have to cut the ropes. Good ropes weren't cheap and there was the sweet spot between new and overused, that he hadn't gotten to yet. "I'll get it, deep breath."
As he snipped through each level of rope Jack pulled it off, slowly calming as he went. When the last piece of rope had been flung to the floor he fell back onto the bed.
"Sorry, sorry."
"No." Isaac set the scissors aside. "No. My bad. I should have tried to keep you awake and gotten them all off first."
"I thought they were snakes. I had this dream, and there were snakes and one was crawling up my neck and—"
Isaac pulled him close but didn't hold too tight. He stroked Jack's back, careful to avoid his neck.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"No. You don't apologize for things you have no control over. Do you think you can go back to sleep?" Jack shook his head. "Okay. Try to rest and relax. Let your body find its
equilibrium again." Jack nodded this time. Isaac did his best to ground himself on the even rhythm of Jack's warm breath across his chest.
"I really do like the ropes," Jack mumbled after a time. "It's just, it felt like they were crawling up."
"Can you tell me why you don't like things near your neck?" It was an easy thing for Isaac to avoid in a scene, but he knew it could be connected to bigger things or even a sign of something worse.
Jack rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "There was this guy in basic, big guy and that's me saying that. Damn near seven feet and a total asshole. I mean just a fucking bully." His words were hard with disgust. "Anyway, we were doing hand to hand training and I got him for a partner and he got me in a head lock. I was trying to get out of it the way we were taught, but he was just that much taller and stronger and I couldn't get the leverage. I remember he kept laughing and saying the 'enemy won't let you tap out'. I don't know if our training officer didn't notice or didn't care, but somewhere I blacked out. Woke up to our training officer giving me mouth to mouth, which was unpleasant for many reasons. They carted me off to medical and when I got back the asshole was gone. I don't know where, I didn't ask. I was just glad my neck wasn't broken and I didn't think about it. Next time we were practicing hand to hand I was paired up with this tiny guy. Must have stood on his toes to get past the height requirement, but he was going to be a computer tech so it didn't matter. He had to jump to get around my neck and the second those skinny little arms of his got near my neck I freaked out. Spun around and punched the poor kid in the face. Felt really bad about it." Isaac took Jack's hand and gave it a squeeze he hoped was comforting. "Few years later, first time someone tried to put a collar around my neck…" Jack shrugged.
"You freaked out again."
"Thing is, it's getting worse and I know it." There was a sharp edge to Jack's voice like he was trying to keep it from cracking. "I had to wear a tie for my full dress uniform and it wasn't a problem. Job interviews and weddings. I never liked it but… Now if I have to go to court, the tie goes on thirty seconds before I'm called up and comes off the second I'm off the stand, and I'm distracted by it the whole time. I mean I've been desperate. Totally, fucking, half out of my mind desperate and walked out of scenes when someone has tried to insist on a collar."
"I never will." Isaac’s voice was firm but he tried to keep it reassuring.
Jack shook his head. "I get it. I mean, I get why people want them, the whole symbolism, or want to use them but… I know I should talk with someone. Find a shrink or a therapist. I don't want to go to the department and I really don't want to jump through VA hoops. They're overworked as is. So, I should find someone private, but that costs like two hundred an hour or something and explaining all this—"
"It's okay." Isaac squeezed his hand again. It was good that Jack was self-aware enough to acknowledge that he needed help. It was also good to know that even when desperate, there was at least one thing that could get Jack to walk out of a scene. "If you want, when you're ready, I'll help you find someone. I know people, who know people, who know people. And I know several people in the mental health profession who are understanding of certain lifestyles."
"You know a lot of people involved in—" Jack randomly gestured to the room as if it encapsulated the entire BDSM community. Where Isaac fit into the local community was complicated and not something they had discussed.
Isaac shrugged. "Sort of. I'm more known of than known."
"Known of?"
"I did fully train as a doctor. I don't regularly practice on live people, but I keep my licenses up to date because there are many members of the community, especially young ones, who can't afford health care, can't access it, are scared to, don't have a proper support network. Runaways, throwaways. I do a lot of handholding in doctors' offices. Sometimes it takes another doctor to explain 'those bruises are consensual, we're here about the bronchitis'." Jack smiled at that. It had been a strange conversation to have. "I know a few people and those few people are the kind of people who know everyone else and know how to send up the bat signal if I'm needed. Sometimes I'll go to events, but those are usually to give talks. I'm billed as The Doctor. Flogging demonstrations, Kinbaku models, and The Doctor giving a first aid lecture. I've got a friend who's certified to do first aid training. We have a double act. She brings the CPR dummies."
"You're really billed as The Doctor?"
"I show up in a suit, tie, lab coat, medical bag, the whole deal. People don't recognize me in normal clothes. I give a whole lecture called Since You're in the Neighborhood, which is all about recognizing problems with down there bits. I mean if you're going to be sticking fingers up peoples' butts you should know what a healthy prostate feels like."
Jack chuckled even though it wasn't particularly funny.
"Let me tell you it's much easier to find someone willing to have forty strangers stick a finger in their ass and fondle their balls at a bondage event than it is at a med school."
This time Jack fully laughed.
"I think it was the greatest night of that kid's life."
Jack rolled back over and wrapped his arms around Isaac.
"Thank you, sir," he whispered for a reason known only to him.
"My pleasure."
♦ ♦ ♦
Isaac held him close as his brain began to slide back into place. The shaking fear from the meth house explosion was gone. He'd never told anyone about the guy in basic. Only his training officer clued in about two seconds after he hit that poor computer tech. And it was getting worse and he didn't know why. He worried about having a panic attack in court. Isaac said he'd help him find help. Someone who wouldn't judge him for the other things he needed to do. That would be nice.
It wasn't the first time he'd had that snake dream either. He solidly blamed the army for that one as well. He'd been stationed at Fort Bliss in Texas for all of a month and week one he found a giant (from his point of view) snake in his boot. It was a nice modern building that should not have had snakes, and coming from Boston he was not used to having snakes crawling over his feet first thing in the morning, while still half asleep. The local guys thought it was hysterical and proceeded to stick rubber snakes in his boots for the rest of his time there.
There was still the worry about the leak. He wasn't sure if the explosion on Friday was linked to it or just bad luck. Isaac said he would talk to Lydia. Isaac said he'd take care of a lot of things. Leaks could be dangerous and he wouldn't want to see anyone get hurt trying to find it. He needed to keep his own ear closer to the ground. Proactive, not reactive as Clare always said, usually about 30 seconds before getting arrested for protesting something. He was pretty sure half the cafe's profits went to bail money. Still, proactive to keep his team safe.
Isaac ran fingers through his hair. He wanted to fall back asleep but he was hungry and his mouth was dry. He licked his lips a few times.
"How about if I go get us something to drink?"
"That would be nice."
"Think you can eat something?" Isaac asked.
"Yes, I think I worked off those waffles."
"I have no doubt about that." He put a kiss on his head before getting up. Jack felt colder for the loss of body heat, but it wasn't that bone deep chill that would hit if he'd been in a long scene. None of the nausea either that sometimes happened if he had to drag himself out quick. It hadn’t been all bad. There had been some more like Isaac, who at least took time to make sure he was okay, but those had still been half anonymous. Fake names sometimes in distant cities. He knew those nights were particularly risky, but there was always that need under his skin.
Isaac returned with rehydration fluid in a large glass along with grapes, crackers, and some cheese. He insisted Jack only take little sips and small bites but he still finished the plate.
"Let's take a shower," Isaac suggested once the plates were cleared. "I'm going to clean you this time."
When they got to the bathr
oom Isaac took off the cuffs with as much ceremony as they went on. Jack wobbled as it hit him that those weren't going back on today. Possibly not for a while, not until their schedules matched up again and there was no way of knowing when that might be. That he'd gotten two days not on call, and only with a lie about going to the mountains, was a miracle. But he supposed on-call didn't matter as much anymore if he continued with Isaac. As long as he didn't come up too fast or too hard, he could get to work. It wasn't the most pleasant thing but he could manage it.
Isaac washed him gently and held him close, almost like a slow dance. He also inspected Jack's body carefully, going over every inch. He pressed some soothing cream into his ass that eased an ache he hadn't really noticed. It got him half hard again but in a lazy sort of way.
"You heal quickly. All that flogging and there's hardly a mark left." He put a small kiss on Jack's butt cheek. "One of these days you're going to take some real time off. I'm going to get you down nice and deep and absolutely paint your ass."
"Things seem to ease up after Thanksgiving for me."
"I guess even criminals fall into week long turkey comas."
Jack had a sudden flash of getting fed turkey on his knees. It got him properly hard. He usually spent Thanksgiving on call so family guys could be at home, and he'd have an excuse not to be in Boston. He wasn't an exhibitionist, he didn't like being on display, but spending the slightly depressing holiday season on his knees, maybe his head in Isaac's lap was a pleasant fantasy.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Eating out of your fingers." It was a half-truth but not a lie.
Isaac pressed himself against Jack's back then wrapped his hand around Jack's cock. "One more for the road."
Jack nodded. There was something to be said for an old-fashioned reach around. Like doing it yourself but with less effort. He didn't cry out as he came this time. It was more of a long and satisfied sigh.
Isaac rinsed him off and kissed him. "Let's get you out, you're getting wrinkly."
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