Restrained
Disclaimers: I know I don't own these guys, I just like playing with them. No
money is being made, just fun.
Warning: This is an NC-17, slash/BDSM story. If you're not into this or are
under 18, please go somewhere else.
Author's Note: This is a PWP story written for a 'Fuck You' writing challenge. This is where the story begins with the words 'Fuck You'. I want to thank my beta, Sinister, for her skills and encouragement.
Summary: Mulder finds out what it means to be restrained.
Encouraging feedback is always welcomed and needed.
"Fuck you!" Mulder spat as he struggled against his shackled wrists and
ankles. His naked body was spread-eagle and cuffed to the wall. He stopped
long enough to watch the movements of his captor. He slowly walked towards
him, then stopped an inch from his face, looking deep into his captive's eyes.
He reached down and roughly grabbed his flaccid cock, causing Mulder to
grunt loudly.
"Soon you will be doing just that," his captor said as he released his cock
and
walked over to a cabinet.
Mulder continued to struggle, but it was no use. He wasn't going anywhere.
He was completely at the mercy of his captor. Now he realized that maybe
he should have chosen another way to express his anger.
His captor came back and stood before him. His hand was behind his back,
obviously hiding something. His other hand came up to Mulder's sweaty
forehead and swept away a lock of hair. Then he traced his finger over the
full bottom lip. When he moved in to kiss those lips, Mulder turned his head
away. His captor grabbed his chin forcing his head to turn back, then
devoured the resisting mouth with his own. He tried to penetrate the lips
with his tongue, but Mulder wasn't having it. Frustrated, his captor stopped
his assault and pushed Mulder's face away. Mulder quickly turned back
towards him and spat in his face. His captor wiped away the spit, then
grabbed Mulder's hair, banging his head against the wall.
"You are going to regret that," he hissed, releasing his grip and producing
what was behind his back.
Mulder's eyes grew wide and he swallowed hard at the sight before him. His
captor held up a thin cane, which he whipped through the air causing his
captive to flinch. He then brought the cane up to Mulder's face, rubbing it
against his cheek. Mulder was breathing hard, trying to control his rising
fear.
"You're going to like this and I'm going to like giving it to you," his captor
whispered snidely.
As his captor turned away, Mulder made one last attempt to break free of his
bonds. He stopped when he heard snickering.
"You're wasting your energy. There is no way that you're going to get free, so
you might as well relax and take what's coming to you."
"Never, you fuckin' bastard! I'm going to continue to do everything in my
power to get the fuck away from you!" Mulder screamed, continuing to pull
and tug against his restrains. Suddenly, his captor was at his side, painfully
grabbing his hair once again.
"You'd better watch your mouth, boy. Give me the respect I deserve," he
hissed into Mulder's face.
"You don't deserve SHIT!" Mulder hissed back. With that, his captor pushed
his head aside and bent down to remove his ankles from the wall.
Mulder watched him in confusion. Was he going to be released, he wondered?
Once his feet were free, his captor grabbed both ankles and lifted them up,
attaching them to another pair of cuffs that were suspended from the
ceiling. Now his bare ass and the backs of his legs were exposed to his
captor.
Mulder watched in horror as the cane was picked up from the floor and
brought towards him. He felt it move along his skin, tracing the curve of his
buttocks, then going up the back of his thighs knees and calves. The cane
came back down his legs and rested on his butt cheeks. Mulder struggled
again in anticipation of what was about to come. He watched as his captor
slid the tip of the cane down the crevice of his ass. Mulder moved his body
violently in an attempt to stop what was happening to him.
His captor positioned the tip of the cane at his anus and pushed in about a
half an inch.
"Stop it! Take it out! Take it out!" Mulder yelled, continuing to struggle.
His captor obeyed and removed the cane from his ass. Before Mulder could
relax, the cane was raised and brought down hard against his cheeks. The
pain was like burning fire.
"Like that, boy?"
"FUCK YOU!" Mulder shouted.
"Not yet, I've got more work to do before we play," his captor said as he
raised the cane once again. This time it landed on the tender curve just
below the cheeks, causing his captive to cry out. "Yeah, I knew you'd like
that
one. Here's another." And another blow hit the same spot.
"Stop it, you sick fuck!" Mulder screamed.
"What did I say about the way you speak to me?"
His captor raised the cane and began to whip Mulder, from buttocks to knees.
Deep red welts were forming on his skin. Mulder's body was writhing and
twisting in pain. He continued to scream and curse at his captor, as well as
beg him to stop.
"Shit! Please stop! Pleeeeeease!" Mulder cried.
After a few more whips, his captor mercifully stopped and threw the cane on
the floor. He then rubbed his hands over the tortured hot skin, causing
Mulder to scream in agony.
"Stop it! Don't fuckin' touch me, you fuck!"
His captor replied to that statement by giving him a couple of hard hand
swats on the already battered flesh of his ass.
"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Mulder shouted.
"Okay, if you insist," his captor said, smiling. He reached between Mulder's
thighs and grabbed his cock and balls. He squeezed the sac and rolled it in
his
hand. After eliciting a groan from his captive, he moved to his cock. He
moved his hand along the length, gently pulling and stretching. This elicited
another groan, which pleased his captor. "You're enjoying this, aren't ya'
boy?" Mulder didn't answer. "How 'bout this?" His captor placed his head
between his thighs. He began to lick the underside of his cock and balls. His
mouth opened to take one in. Mulder groaned loudly as another one
disappeared into his captor's mouth.
His captor released his balls and moved to his asshole. Mulder felt a hot
tongue dip inside him. He began to buck, pushing his body forward.
"You like that don't ya'?" he asked, then went back to reaming his bucking
captive. After sliding a slick wet tongue along the crevice of his ass, his
captor
stopped and released Mulder's ankles from the ceiling. His body dropped
down, slamming against the wall. Mulder cried out from the pain to his
abused backside and thighs. His captor didn't fasten his ankle cuffs to the
wall again. When he turned his back, Mulder took the opportunity to lift his
legs and wrap them around his captor. He pulled him to the ground, but
once he was able to his captor grabbed Mulder's legs and forced them from
around his body. Once released, he sat on the floor, looking at his combative
captive.
"I should give some more of that cane for this, but I won't," he said, getting
up and kneeling in front of the captive. As Mulder looked on, his captor took
his cock into his mouth and began to suck him to erection. Once his cock was
firm, his captor stood up and dropped his pants, stepping out of them. Then
he stood with his ass in front of Mulder's cock.
"Now you're going to fuck me. If you lift those legs to put them around me
again, I'm going to wear your ass out with that cane. Now, start fuckin' me."
Mulder's captor pushed back on his cock, using his hands to guide it into this
ass. Soon he was all the way into the tight orifice. His captor must have
lubed
himself earlier because of the ease in which he slid in.
"Go on, fuck me! Move your ass!" he screamed.
Mulder did as he was told, not having much of a choice. He started moving
his hips, thrusting into the awaiting ass.
"Faster, harder!" he commanded, leaning forward with his hands on his knees.
Mulder complied and began to slam into the butt before him. With his wrists
still attached to the wall, his sore butt was bumping the wall with every
thrust. Soon, he was groaning in agony. He stopped the thrusting.
"Keep going damn it!" his captor yelled.
"I can't... please. My ass hurts too much."
"Well, it's not hurting me! Keep moving!" his captor ordered.
"No, really... I can't.... Please don't make me," Mulder continued to beg.
His captor began to move his ass on Mulder's cock. He stood up and back
against the cock, taking it all the way into his ass. Then he moved his ass
back and forth on it. Soon he got a rhythm going, which caused Mulder's ass
to bump on the wall.
"Please stop! It's making my ass really sore. It hurts... please!" Mulder
cried,
trying to get his captor to listen to him.
"You know what to say if you want me to really stop."
"Can't you just stop?!"
"No, you have to say it," his captor said, still slamming him into the wall.
"FUCK! Okay, you bastard! CUCUMBERS! CUCUMBERS!" Mulder shouted.
Immediately his captor stopped. He let his captive slide out of him, then he
turned to take his hands down from the wall. He watched as his captive
began to pout.
"Now, don't start pouting. I knew you couldn't take it," he said as he removed
the cuffs from Mulder's ankles and wrists.
"Walter, you could have just stopped. You didn't have to make me say the
safe word," Mulder pouted as he rubbed the circulation back into his wrists.
"But that's not the point is it? The point is to see how much you can take and
how far I can go before you say it." Walter watched as his irate lover moved
away, still very upset.
"Fox," Walter said, moving closer, "you did really well. I didn't think you
would last that long. I only introduced you to this kind of play a month ago.
You can't rush it. The more we do it, the longer you'll be able to take it
next
time." Walter, got close behind his lover and began to nuzzle his ears and
neck. "Now stop the pouting-- and fuck me proper."
Fox turned and grabbed Walter's head, kissing him hard. He then turned him
to face the wall. After fisting his cock hard again, he thrust forward into
his
lover's hot, tight ass. Walter grabbed his cock and started fisting himself,
fast
and furious. It didn't take long for them both to cum. Fox, into Walter's ass
and Walter all over the wall in front of him. They broke into another
passionate kiss and Walter absentmindedly rubbed his hands over Fox's
tender butt cheeks.
"Ahhhh! Walter, it still hurts," Fox hissed into his mouth.
"I'm sorry Baby. Come let me put some ointment on it," he said, leading his
sore lover over to the bed and laying him face down.
After applying the ointment, Fox was feeling a lot better. Walter removed the
rest of his clothes then got into bed next to him.
"Your ass feelin' better, Babe?" Walter asked, playing in Fox's hair.
"Yeah," he answered solemnly
"What's the matter? You still upset about having to say the safe word?"
Walter asked.
Fox shrugged.
"Babe, you have to say the word if you've had enough. I don't like it when
you push yourself too hard and try not to say it. You can get seriously hurt
like that, and you know I don't want to ever hurt you," Walter scolded,
rubbing him on the back.
"I know that, but if you had just stopped when I told you, I would have been
able to make it without saying it. You didn't give me a chance."
"That's not true. I didn't stop until you said the word. If I wasn't giving
you a
chance I would have stopped before you said it. Like I said before, the more
we play, the longer you'll be able to go before you have to say it."
"Okay," Fox said, sighing loudly, "I know next time I won't have to say it.
You'll see."
"We'll see the next time, now let's call for some dinner," Walter said,
getting
off the bed and picking up the phone. Mulder leaned his head on his hand
and watched as his lover placed the order, then got back into bed.
"Shouldn't we go downstairs and wait for the food?" Fox asked as Walter
kissed his way down his neck.
"We have at least 20 minutes."
"That long, huh?" Fox, asked grinning.
"Yeah. I can think of better things to do than waiting downstairs," Walter
said
as he nibbled on Fox's sensitive earlobe. Fox emitted a squeak and Walter
lifted his head, grinning. "You liked that, didn't you?"
"Oh yeah! Do it some more."
Walter did and he squeaked even louder. Walter looked up. "What are you? A
mouse or something?" he asked, grinning.
"Yes and I want some cheese," he said in a squeaky voice.
"Oh you do, do you? Then you're going to get some," he said, nibbling and
sucking on his ear. Fox continued to squeak like a mouse, playfully struggling
to get away.
The two men continued to wrestle playfully on the bed.
...With all the tussling going on, let's hope they heard the delivery guy at
the
door with their food....
THE END