Chapter 1: Come, Spit and Piss
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It’s fucked up but taking turns torturing each other felt good. They’d leave ‘suggestions’ for one another. Either by note or text. They met on a regular schedule, usually on the weekends. Do some truly depraved shit then go to work on monday.
Arkin got Asa’s note in the middle of the week. It came as a text.
“Spit on me. Piss on me. Cum on me. Treat me like filth.”
He must be having a shitty week if he’s coming at him with that on a wednesday. It gives him time to prepare. Should be easy. Should be fun. He loves every chance he gets to humiliate him.
Maybe he’ll use the barn.
***
Arkin came at him the moment he exited his car. He slammed him back against the door. Oh, he already has a knife in hand. Asa had to push down his excitement.
“Clothes are too good for a piece of shit like you,” Arkin growled as he sliced open his shirt.
He took that as a signal to quickly undress if he wanted to keep anything he was wearing. He stripped as fast as he could.
Arkin leered at him for a second. He motioned to the barn with his knife. When he didn’t move immediately, Arkin spat on him and shoved him toward the barn.
When they got to the barn door, Arkin kicked the back of his knees to force him down. “Hands and knees,” he ordered. He complied, a little too eagerly maybe. Arkin brought his boot up to rest on his ass. “You stay close to the dirt. Where you belong,” he added then pushed him forward with his boot.
He crawled into the barn, his excitement already translated into an erection. He loves it when Arkin is like this. When he treats him like what he is.
Arkin led him to the back of the barn, using the longest route with the most dirt and grime to walk through. In the very back corner of the barn, he was directed inside an old cow stall. The floor was… muddy. He noticed a nearby hose was still running. It was turning that corner into a sloppy mess. He slipped crawling into the stall. Mud coated his hands and legs.
The water was turned off. Arkin looked pleased with himself. “This is where you belong, you useless piece of shit,” he said then leaned over to spit on his back. He brought a foot up, nosing the toe of his boot against his balls, smearing them in mud. “Already got your useless dick out too. Kneel and show me!”
A chill ran up Asa’s spine. He turned around to kneel in front of him. He let himself sink down, mud coating the underside of his dick. He hoped Arkin would step on him and it looked like he was considering it.
Arkin made an unimpressed noise. He moved a cinder block at the opening of the stall. “Put them there.”
He moved forward and carefully laid out his dick and balls on the block. His heart was already thumping out of his chest.
Arkin brought his muddy boot up, resting it on the edge of the cinder block, then slowly brought it down on his cock and balls. He shifted his foot, making sure to grind the tread into his balls. “What do you got to say for yourself?” Arkin asked mockingly. He ground down harder to ensure Asa couldn’t actually answer. He choked on his sobs, just trying to keep himself from crumpling.
“That’s what I thought,” Arkin said disdainfully. He picked his foot up off his genitals to kick him onto his back. He moved to stand over him. He undid his fly and a stream of piss hit his genitals first.The hot liquid felt good for a second as it washed off the grime, then the smell hit him and he tried to back out of the stream. Arkin just moved forward in response, pissing on his face instead. “Enjoy it, cocksucker. It’s all you get from my dick now.”
Some of the piss made it into his mouth and Asa hastily spit it out. Arkin kicked him with a growl. “Keep your dirty mouth open!”
He hesitantly opened his mouth, a stream of hot piss stung his tongue. He tried not to gag. Mercifully, the piss stopped and Arkin tucked himself away.
“You’re disgusting,” he said, then spat on him again.
Yes, he thought to himself. He shifted on the ground, covered in mud, piss and spit. God, he hopes Arkin will keep this up all weekend. He’s been craving degradation and abuse. There’s so much in the barn Arkin could use on him.
Apparently Arkin was way ahead of him. He finally glanced in the stall opposite the one he’s in. It was filled with old farm tools. A muck rake. Shovel. He eyed the cattle prod, Arkin used it on him before. But not nearly enough. Next to it was a bunch of old tack. An old wood yoke was at the back. There was more piled in there but he couldn’t see all of it.
“All fours,” Arkin ordered. He pointed to a spot in front of him just outside the muddy cow stall.
He dutifully moved in position but turned to present his backside to Arkin. Inviting him to focus his attention there. He felt wonderfully exposed and hoped he’d take advantage of it.
Arkin made a disdainful sound. “Still a little bitch, huh? Dirty little bitch now.” From the corner of his eye he saw him grab something from the assortment of tools. He couldn’t make it out before it disappeared behind him. It was long and wooden, that’s all he could tell.
Behind him, he heard two pieces of wood clap together. He flinched at the sound then yelped as his balls were grabbed. He felt a wooden board tap his ass. “Made this special for you,” he commented as if bored. He felt rough wood press against the root of his balls. First the bottom then the top, leaving a rough small hole that kept his balls isolated from his body. The wood pressed in tight across his ass cheeks, he wouldn’t be able to stand without painfully stretching his ballsac. He’s seen things like this before, they were called ‘humblers.’ But like Arkin said, this one was homemade. The side that touched his ass was finished with rough raw hide. He realized that’s what lined the hole his balls went through as well.
Arkin tugged on his creation, he pulled on one side then the other. One hard pull on both sides to test it’s firmly attached. Each tug and jostle was a jolt of pain. He let himself whimper, knowing Arkin likes that.
“Yeah, knew your bitch balls would like it,” Arkin told him with a scoff. He stepped away again and Asa’s heart fluttered. He hoped this meant he wouldn’t let up any time soon. Something cold and slim pressed into his asshole. Next he heard the hose move and he glanced back in time to see it screwed onto the probe in his ass.
The water turned on. A powerful jet of water blasted into his ass. His arms collapsed from under him. The water was dribbling back out his ass steadily, but not as fast as the stream filling him. He groaned with the strange pleasure of his insides being hosed down. Then the water rushing back out and dripping down, over his trapped balls, down the underside of his dick and down his legs.
He groaned when the water was shut off. He felt a sudden well of shame as the last of the water drained out. Only just starting to recover, a sudden jolt of pain ripped through him. It stung his ass inside and out, even his balls and dick felt the shock. He gasped in sharp pants. The cattle prod.
Another intense shock came and it knocked him to the ground. His body refused to listen to him. He screamed, his throat already becoming raw.
The shock stopped, he had enough time to gasp for air before a new one ripped through him. He thought he heard Arkin speaking but the pain was too intense to focus.
Another break. A desperate gasp.
A new jolt of pain. The prod was pressed right up into his ass. Every muscle in his body clenched down violently. He was aware he was still screaming by the pain in his throat.
Then it stopped.
“You pissed on yourself,” Arkin said in amusement. “Trying to save me the trouble?”
Asa slowly moved. Pain still stung his nerves. He did become aware of the streaks of urine on his thigh. Humiliating but expected. He shook his head. “No… I…” he stopped himself. There was more he wanted than what was on the note. He caught himself short of saying it outloud.
Arkin eyed him suspiciously. “You only want my piss on you,” he said accusingly. “You wanna be my little piss-slut now?” he asked as he came closer. He brought his boot to rest over his trapped balls. “Can’t get enough of choking on my jizz, now you wanna choke on my piss?” he asked as he put steady pressure on his balls.
He did nothing to try to escape Arkin’s boot. He even opened his legs further. Despite being who and what he is, it felt like too much to admit to. The longer he stayed quiet the harder Arkin’s boot ground into his balls. He gasped in pain, desperately trying to hold back saying ‘yes.’ Arkin really started to put his weight into it and Asa broke into tears. “...yes.”
“Say that again.”
“Yes.”
“Should’ve told me sooner, piss-slut,” he said then let off the pressure. “Now you gotta be punished for keeping it to yourself.”
Arkin snatched an old rope from off the wall. He came at him quick, wrenching his arms behind him. He tightly tied his wrists, then his elbows together. The rope was old and rough; it dug into his skin uncomfortably. The rope looped around his balls, just underneath the wooden humbler. It forced his balls to be pushed even further from his body. Arkin tied several firm knots where the rope came together. He pulled it taught, the knots pressed against his asshole. The rope was secured back to his wrists. Any movement of his arms caused the knots to chafe and further pressure on his balls. Now he truly couldn’t get up.
“Wait here,” he told him then left
***
Arkin was so excited by the thrill of degrading him. So excited he wanted to hide it from him. Well, at least hide it until tomorrow. He can hold off fucking him. He just needs a release.
He panted softly as he worked his hand over his dick. God, that fucker looks so good humiliated and covered in piss. He sped up his movements. He squeezed at his glans as he pictured the man begging to be pissed on. A strong wave of pleasure ran through him. He switched to using both hands. One hand stayed at the head of his dick to squeeze and tease his glans while the other firmly stroked. He pictured the man pleading to be fucked. He pictured the man crying for release. He pictured denying him. He heard him beg in his mind, ‘Please, Arkin. Please!’
He came hard into his hand.
He’s not even here and the little bitch still gets him off.
Arkin slumped back against the wall. He made it inside the farmhouse before he started. He didn’t want the piss-slut to hear.
Once he gathered himself, he made sure to drink a lot of water. He is going to give piss-slut exactly what he wants. Then he went downstairs to browse the toys and gear they already have. They definitely have something he can torture him with.
***
Asa must have fallen asleep as he waited because he jolted awake to hot wetness on his face. He’s being pissed on!
“Mouth open!” Arkin demanded as he continued to piss on his face.
He opened his mouth and tried not to gag. His body knew urine did not belong in his mouth. Some piss splashed up his nose and down his throat. He started to cough and Arkin kicked him in the ribs. All he can taste and smell now is Arkin’s piss.
He mercifully stopped and zipped himself back up. “Liked that, didn’t you?” he asked mockingly. He brought his foot up to lightly rest on his face. Dirty boot treads dug into the side of his face. Asa shuddered with a new thrill he didn’t know he had. His first thought shouldn’t have been: ‘Arkin needs to know.’ His body grew hot and he couldn’t help himself.
He opened his mouth and traced his tongue along the dirty boot treads. His face burned hot in embarrassment but he couldn’t stop himself. He’s already been pissed on, what’s a little more degradation? He looked up to see Arkin with an amused expression.
“Of course your filthy little mouth loves that,” Arkin told him. He moved his boot away. Asa tried to follow it until it was out of reach. “You really are a whore, aren’t you?”
Arkin grabbed him and forced his ass in the air; pressing his chest and face into the dirt. Next he felt slick fingers probing his ass. They quickly found his prostate, and dug in hard. It was a burning sharp pleasure. He groaned into the dirt.
Something pushed into his ass. Disappointly it wasn’t Arkin. It pressed in tight to his prostate. He could make out a ribbed texture. A low vibration came from it and right into his sensitive prostate. He started to shiver and Arkin pulled him up by the ropes holding his arms. He was thrown face down over a hay bale, his head and shoulders hanging over the edge.
Arkin stepped away and he heard the scrape of something on the dirt. He looked up and saw he brought a chair to sit in front of him. His head between his knees but to low and too far away from his crotch. He would happily suck him off if he could. Arkin needs to know how much he appreciates this.
Instead of a dick, he was presented with the toe of Arkin’s boot. A thin dried layer of dirt covering it. A shiver went through him, either from the idea of what he’s going to do or the toy pressed into his prostate. Or both.
“Get ‘em clean and I’ll fuck your little pussy,” Arkin told him in an almost mocking tone. The hand that ran through his hair was gentle by contrast. Even though he could answer verbally he chose to nod.
He opened his mouth and sucked the tip of his boot. He moved along the edge of the treads first. Arkin helpfully moved his foot to provide access to new areas as he finished with one. The dried mud turned back to mud in his mouth making it harder to actually clean his boots.
“Turn your head.”
He did so and a water bottle was pressed against his lip. The water flowed over his mouth rather than into it. He had to struggle to catch some in his mouth. He coughed but managed to wash the majority of the mud from his mouth.
“Back to work.”
The fresh water on his lips made the boots shine where he touched them. He felt a strong sense of pride and sting of pleasure. He eagerly continued. Absentmindedly he started to rock his hips. His mostly soft dick rubbed against the rough hay bale. His balls being pulled so far from his body it basically ensured he wouldn’t be coming anytime soon.
With relief, he finished one boot. Arkin inspected his work then tapped the tip against his lips. He gently kissed the toe of his boot. His other filthy boot was presented to him. He took a deep breath and got to work. He wasn’t looking forward to the mouth full of mud but he did like rinsing his mouth and making his boots shine.
His hips continued rocking as he worked on the second boot. He finally noticed what he was doing when a painful sting of pleasure went through his cock. He paused to breathe heavily.
“Finally noticed, huh?” Arkin commented. “You’ve been tryin’ to get off for the past half hour.”
He shifted his torso to look up at Arkin. They made direct eye contact. He maybe imagining things but thought he saw affection hidden in his eyes. His heart started to beat faster. He eagerly returned to cleaning his boot. He just needs to finish this and he can feel him again. He worked his hips against the hay bale with purpose. The hay poked and pricked his cock. He couldn’t quite get hard but he felt a burning need to. The constant vibration at his prostate was getting to him.
He heard a soft moan from Arkin. “Having trouble getting off?” he asked breathlessly.
Asa turned himself to look at him again. His dick was hard and he was slowly stroking it. It already had a string of precum leaking from it. He whimpered as he hastily returned to his work. It felt like a race now. Finish his boot before he gets off and maybe he’ll get fucked right there.
He whined softly when he finally finished cleaning his boot. He moved to look just in time to see the first spurt of come. It grazed the side of his face and landed on his shoulder. Arkin grabbed him by the hair so the next spurt hit him directly on his face. The last couple went straight into his hair.
“I guess I’ll fuck you tomorrow,” Arkin told him as he got up.
He almost started to cry. “Please. Arkin, please,” he begged desperately.
He was met with a long silence. The parts of him he could see didn’t move at all.
“Dirty trick using my name,” he said in a slightly unsteady voice. He turned and left right after.
Asa was left on the hay bale with the teasing toy still pulsing in his ass. He’s not exactly sure what happened. Did he upset him? He never said anything about not using his name. He’s used it before he seemed to like it.
***
That motherfucker! Arkin screamed into his own mind.
All it took was him saying his name and he was hard again!
He leaned back against the barn door and tried to slow his breathing. He already told him he’ll fuck him tomorrow. He’s not getting rock-hard right in front him after that!
He hates him so much. Hates how easily gets him off by just existing.
Instead of getting himself off again, he roughly pulled on his balls in an effort to make himself soft. It didn’t work at first. He really had to squeeze them then bite his tongue. He didn’t want him to hear him.
He tilted his head back, wanting to yell. He squeezed hard and he finally went soft. He tried to keep his gasping quiet.
That bitch. Making him as horny as he was a teenager. Maybe he should leave that teaser in him so long it hurts.
He pushed off the barn door. Yeah, he’ll do that.
***
He’s not sure how long he was left there. Long enough he tried to get himself off just to pass the time. The constant vibration on his prostate became a painful torment the longer it was there. Some pleasure would shoot through him but never enough. His asshole just became hyper sensitive.
The come on his face dried, pulling on his skin. The come in his hair probably clumped together by now.
Arkin’s abrupt exit still bothered him.
All he did was beg and he knows he likes that. He called it a dirty trick. How he just–
Oh.
He made him hard again, didn’t he? Right after he got off too. Oh. Well, that does make him feel accomplished even if he didn’t do it on purpose. This time.
***
Arkin gave it a good hour before heading back to the barn. It was starting to get late. He brought a couple blankets, some food and… well.
He brought him a beer. He did kind of do a lot to him. And he did kind of… feel… something. He might work him over a bit more tomorrow. So… so it’s just to help him get his strength back.
He rested his forehead on the barn door, hesitating. He starts to get a little comfortable with whatever they got then he’s reminded how fucked up it is. Then something else reminds him that he actually cares about the bastard.
Fuck.
He opened the door and went in.
He was where he left him, more or less, he shifted sideways so the hay bale held most of his weight.
Arkin gently turned off the toy and removed it. He cut the ropes next and waited for him to try to move. He slowly tested his arms. Arkin didn’t like how stiffly he was moving. He sat back in the chair he used before and started to rub the blood flow back into his arms.
“I brought you food,” he told him as if it was no big deal. B-because it isn’t a big deal. It’s normal and…
None of this is normal.
He gave the man a final rub on his shoulders then got back up. He’ll just grab a couple hay bales to spread out. It’ll be better to sleep on. And… And he’ll just stop thinking for a bit while he does it.
In the time it took for him to get the hay bales, the man had found the food and started eating. Okay, good. He cut the wires on the bales to dump them out in one of the dry stalls. It’s not the best bedding option but that was kind of the point. He can sleep in a real bed tomorrow.
He stepped over by water hose. “Come here,” he said after he saw that he finished eating. “I’m gonna take it off.” It took the man a minute to convince himself to move. He gingerly crawled over. Arkin removed the humbler and the man let out a sound of relief. He turned on the water and sprayed him down. He gasped with the shock of the cold water.
He directed the now drenched man to the dry stall. “You’re sleeping in there.” He dutifully crawled into the stall then let himself collapse on the hay.
Arkin tossed a couple blankets in after him. The man seemed a little surprised but snatched up the wool blanket. He curled himself into a tight ball.
God, why does he care about this asshole? Arkin took the two beers he brought and sat down in the hay next to him. He held one out to him. “Yours if you want it,” he said, avoiding looking directly at him.
He pushed himself up and took it. They sat, drinking in silence for a few minutes, then the man spoke. “You were pretty good,” the man told him with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Oh, fuck you,” he shot back, trying to hold back a smile.
“That is the idea.”
Why does something this fucked up feel so right? Something is definitely wrong with them.
Arkin didn’t leave the barn. He hadn’t even planned to go back up to the house. He doesn’t like sleeping alone. A night in the barn won’t kill either of them. The man did give him a curious look when he realized he was staying. “Shut up,” he warned. He doesn’t want to talk about why he’s staying out here with him.
***
In the morning, Asa was grabbed and tossed out of the stall. Arkin kicked his legs apart. A hot stream of piss rained down on his soft cock and balls. It felt like he was emptying his entire bladder on him. And rather embarrassingly, his cock started to harden.
“Marking what’s mine,” Arkin explained as he finished. “Your dick likes it too.” He gave him a light kick. “Crawl your ass outside.”
He did as he was told. He was actually a bit relieved to be out on the grass. It hurt his knees significantly less.
“Keep going, you can get up when we hit the drive.”
He very gingerly stood when they got to the gravel driveway. He was glad he wouldn’t be crawling on it. Arkin pushed him toward the pickup truck as soon as he was upright. He was shoved to the truck bed. A couple old blankets were laid down in the back, it was pretty easy to guess what he wanted. He climbed up before being asked.
“I want you on your back.”
He complied and finally looked back at Arkin. He was watching him with a slight smile. “You’re really liking this,” Arkin told him. He pointed between Asa’s legs, he’d gotten fully hard. He didn’t feel much embarrassment this time, he was too distracted with where this might be going.
Arkin jumped in the truck bed after him. He grabbed a bit of rope and secured his wrists to a tie-down. He left him unrestrained otherwise. He reached over him to open and root around in the toolbox. He came back with a pair of spring clamps.
He teased the hard plastic against his nipples but didn’t open them yet. Asa strained on the ropes, it felt very, very good. Arkin has mostly ignored his chest until now. And honestly, the idea of those unforgiving clamps snapping down made him rock his hips.
“Eager little bitch,” Arkin said, still teasing the closed clamps against him. “Gonna need you to ask for it.”
After how he reacted to his name last night meant what he thought, he might as well give him some… encouragement. This is going to hurt. He puffed out his chest just to try and rub his hard nipples against the clamps.
“Please, Arkin…” he tried in his most pleading voice.
He got to see the millisecond change in Arkin’s expression. It went from cruelly smug to barely restrained lust. Oh, that made what came next worth it. The clamps opened and bit down hard. He yelled in pain. His nipples were both cruelly flattened. The robust springs providing a constant pressure. They’re meant for clamping wood, not flesh.
“You fucker,” Arkin growled. “I’ll decorate your useless dick with more if you keep that up.”
Despite the crushing pain, or maybe because of it, Asa laughed breathlessly. “Arkin, please,” he whined. Yes, hurt him, he deserves it. And if he can tease Arkin in the process all the better.
Arkin yelled in frustration. Much more hastily and clumsily and searched the toolbox. He grabbed a handfull of clamps and pair of vise-grips. “You little shit,” he growled angrily. He pulled Asa’s shaft to full length and brought down three clamps along it. The pain was excruciating and exquisite.
He screamed so loud the neighbors miles away might’ve heard him.
Then something cold and metal pressed into his glans. It steadily tightened, bring a far sharper and inescapable pain. The pain gripped him in a way he couldn’t even scream anymore. His mouth just opened in constant gasping breaths.
He was distantly aware that Arkin slid his fingers inside him. The pain overrode most sensations. “Hey! Little pussy bitch, look at me!” he heard him yell. He tore his eyes open and tried to focus on him. He wasn’t holding back his look of pure lust anymore. “You look good like this,” his voice almost sounded loving. Asa couldn’t help the tears and sobs in reply.
He much more clearly felt it as Arkin pressed his dick inside him. The little burn joined the cacophony pain. A small tingle of pleasure mingled with the pain.
Arkin started thrusting hard, he wasn’t holding back at all. The force made the clamps on his tits swing back and fourth, pulling in new ways. He felt so beautifully exposed. One of Arkin’s hand found his clamped cock, he stroked the flesh between the clamps. He stroked his poor trapped glans.
He didn’t feel Arkin come but began aware that he did when the thrusting slowed, then stopped. He was breathing hard overtop him. He tore the clamps from his cock and began firmly stroking him. His cock was still sore but reacted to the attention readily.
Arkin stayed buried inside him as he stroked him. He gasped now and then when Asa’s ass reflexively clenched. Oh, if he can get him hard again… “Plea–”
He pulled sharply on one of the clamps still torturing his tits. “Don’t you fucking do it,” he angerily warned. His hand then move to tightly cover Asa’s mouth. He couldn’t help but feel overly proud of himself, if just pleading his name gets to him.
Despite the odds, pleasure steadily increased with the pain. Arkin managed to stroke him hard. Now that he was, he moved his fingers to tease his bruised glans. Waves of gentle pleasure came with stabs of pain. He groaned into Arkin’s hand.
His back arched as the pleasure somehow grew. Arkin went back to long full strokes of his cock, squeezing the head in his palm at the end of each.
“Asa,” Arkin said firmly.
He choked on his own breath upon hearing his name.
“Come for me, Asa.”
He cried out against Arkin’s hand. An orgasm ripped through him on command. All the denial from the day before caught up to him. His cocked pulsed for much longer than it normally does. His balls had run dry and it still tried to continue as a dry orgasm.
Arkin groaned and started thrusting again. He’s not sure when he got hard again but it didn’t matter. Even Asa’s ass was oversensitive now. Arkin removed his hand from his mouth then removed both remaining clamps.
Asa gasped in relief. He raised his hips to meet his thrusts. Now that his head was clear enough to think, he focused on keeping pace with him. And intentionally clenching his muscles just to hear him groan.
“Ah, Fuck!” Arkin panted.
Asa tried to squeeze down as hard as he could in reply.
He strained as he tried to hold back. He even stopped thrusting to help control himself.
“Arkin,” he breathed out as affectionately as he could.
Arkin came with a sudden yell. He just gasped for several moments in the aftermath. He tried to speak more than once but gave up. He pulled out and rolled off of him onto the thin blanket.
“Fuck, I’m done, you’re making breakfast,” Arkin groaned as he covered his face with his hands.
Asa easily escaped the ropes holding his wrists. They just laid there for sever minutes catching their breath.
“Only if you say my name again.”
“...Asa.”
“Waffles?”
“Sure.”
Chapter 2: Stings, Bites and Bugs
Summary:
"The note on his desk read, “Let your bugs at me. Stings and bites wherever you want. Make me enjoy it.” Asa felt his entire body grow hot. He never thought Arkin would be willing to go that far."
Notes:
This chapter's kinks:
Insect bites and stings, larva, live insertions, urethra play/torture, tit torture, wasps, fire ants, scorpions, pain, consensual non-consent, the usual cbt, bit of forced formicophiliaAudience Participation:
Leave kink suggestions in the comments along with who you think should top or Dom. I'll let you know if I use it! No specific hard limits yet. I'll update my limits if I find them.I also went a little wild so this chapter is kinda long.
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The note on his desk read, “Let your bugs at me. Stings and bites wherever you want. Make me enjoy it.” Asa felt his entire body grow hot. He never thought Arkin would be willing to go that far.
Then he realized something. Fall break begins that weekend. Arkin has to know that. Is he really offering himself up for an entire week?
Which brought him straight on to another thought. He set up a little research station on a heavily wooded property. It’s remote. It has a house trailer he converted into a small lab. It wouldn’t take much to bring some more live specimens. He’ll have to decide what to use on him and where.
A shiver went through him. He had no end of ideas. He may need that full week to get through them.
**day one**
Something they started doing, that made Arkin know he was in for something intense, was welding or breaking the locks of anything used to restrain him. Nothing for him to pick. The only way out was bolt cutters or a saw. He didn’t put up a fight for this part. He’ll fight later.
First, stainless steel collar was welded around his neck. Both ankles and wrists got cuffs. They weren’t attached to anything yet but their locks had been welded closed. The man shielded his eyes and skin as he made the final weld. A chain attached to the collar. Arkin liked the idea welded on cuffs and restraints a lot more than he thought. He went from hating and wanting to kill this monster to wanting him to weld him into chains. To have him control him for longer and longer periods of time.
He knew fall break started. He knew that meant he could torment him all week if he wanted to. Arkin wanted him to. He didn’t want to admit out loud, but he wanted him to. And the thing with the bugs is something he thought about for a long time. Ever since he let that wasp sting him.
The man then shoved him into the truck bed, naked, and covered him with a tarp. He wasn’t really restrained. He won’t start fighting him until he knows what he’s going to do.
Their destination was deep in the woods. Arkin knew about the place from his hobby of stalking Asa– no, the monster. Monster.
It was familiar, at any rate. He snooped around some before, he found it boring at the time. Just more bug stuff. It looked a little different now. A big outdoor awning was set up. A bunch of folding tables with a variety of terrariums. Each one had a hand written number fixed to it. Ten by the looks of it.
He took the chain from his collar and pulled him toward the door of the trailer. “Hey wait–!” Arkin started to protest.
“Quiet,” he commanded in a surprisingly harsh voice. “You are going to help me with a series of experiments,” he stated calmly. “It will take several days to a week.”
He seemed to be watching Arkin for any signs of uncertainty. He was nervously excited to hear it could take a week. He shouldn’t want this. He shouldn’t be this cooperative.
“You’ll need to be restrained for the safety of my specimens. Many are difficult to find in this part of the world. Now, come inside.” He punctuated it with a sharp tug on the chain that made Arkin stumble.
Fuck. He should fight this.
He followed him inside cautiously. It was brightly lit and clinical. There was an exam table centered in the room. Bright lights were aimed right at it. That’s… that’s probably where he wants him.
The man nudged him toward the table. He was being gentler than he expected. Reluctantly, Arkin hopped up on the table. Hyper aware of his own nudity now that the lights were on him. He was debating whether to lay down willingly or not when the man suddenly pulled him into a kiss. The man made a little rumbling sound that gave away how turned on he is. That felt good.
“I won’t let you escape this,” the man said in a dark tone. It sounded like a warning.
A chill ran up Arkin’s spine. He knows he’ll regret it but replied, “Good.”
The man urged him to lay back as he set up the table. Stirrups were unfolded and his legs were locked into them. Padded straps were fixed to his thighs to hold his legs completely still. His legs held open and all his most sensitive parts lay exposed to this monster.
Next his wrist cuffs were clipped onto the sides of the table. He was given a couple of inches slack, unlike his fully immobilized legs.
Without a warning, the monster inserted an anal speculum and clicked it open several notches. The sudden intrusion made him jump. If his legs weren’t so well secured he would have pulled away.
“Warn me next time, you prick!” Arkin yelled. The man ignored him, he sprayed something into his open asshole that stung. “You fucker!”
The man made eye contact with him, smiled and sprayed inside his ass again. Next he held his dick up and sprayed it too. That didn’t sting until he started forcing open the slit at the end. He sprayed it once then made a thoughtful noise. He got a different tray of tools and changed his gloves. He held up a long metal rod and covered it liberally with jelly.
Arkin got a sudden sinking feeling. The man took his dick and forced the slit open with his fingers. Then he pressed the rod into the tiny hole. Arkin jerked with the sudden stinging pain. The rod was steadily pushed into his dick. He couldn’t come up with words. A slick rod slowly sinking deeper into his dick. The man started to pump the rod, like he’s fucking him. His dick started to react and he cursed himself.
The man pulled the rod out and sprayed it with whatever that is. He slid the rod back into the hole. It stung like fire this time. Arkin yelled and instinctively tried to kick him. He just rocked the table slightly.
He spun the rod several times then removed it. He picked up an eye dropper next, letting the drops fall directly on the slit. Next he carefully coated his nipples in the same liquid. Finally, he sprayed it inside his ass again.
He turned and picked up a container labeled “1” he scooped his hand inside and it came out with a writhing mass of ants. The first cluster he dropped on his chest, which wasn’t bad compared to what came next. The next mass we deposited on his groin, right on his dick. The strange sensation of hundreds of ants crawling over his dick was oddly stimulating. But very, very fucked up.
Then he realized where the last mass of ants was going. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped as a mass was placed at the entrance to his ass. He could feel them! They’re crawling into his ass! Weirdly stimulating and horrifying at the same time.
The ants started gathering everywhere the liquid was sprayed. His nipples started to feel hot and he looked down. Each nipple was encased in a wiggling pile of ants. He tried to shake them off his nipples but to his horror only a couple fell away, only to return to the pile. He became aware of the hot feeling elsewhere. The head of his dick burned, especially the slit. He started feeling a sharp pain and his mind immediately concluded, they’re trying to burrow inside! “You sick fuck,” Arkin cried. “They’re trying to get inside!” He whined desperately.
“Yes,” the man agreed, “They are.” He drew his attention to a monitor above him. He adjusted it to bring it closer to him.
It showed the mass of ants streaming into his ass. The passage looked halfway filled with them! “What are they doing?!” Arkin cried, “Get them out!”
“They’re searching for their Queen,” the man calmly explained. “You’re coated in her pheromones.”
“Get them outta me!” Arkin pleaded. His nipples were starting to ache, it felt like the little fuckers were biting him.
“The experiment isn’t over.”
Confusing sensations on his dick made him both aroused and terrified. He could feel he had gotten hard but didn’t want to look to see. The head of his dick felt like a thousand little pinpricks. The slit especially burned and his mind conjured up images of them crawling and biting their way into his urethra. Inside his ass just felt impossibly hot. Again, his mind forced him to imagine them crawling further and further inside. He imagined them biting the inside of his ass raw. He shuddered in horror but none of the sensations left him.
The man tapped the monitor. Arkin looked and saw his ass slowly filling with ants. “Fuck, no!” he cried, “I can’t–! Please!”
The man simply smiled. He scooped up another mountain of ants, adding them to the ones invading his ass. He then reached up and adjusted the camera to zoom in. Higher detail is not what he needed! He could fucking see them latch on to his skin! He could see them crawling over each other to get further inside him!
“They’re trying to make a nest,” he explained. He turned the camera to focus on the mass on his dick. Again he zoomed in. Ants converging on the head of his hard dick. God, it does feel good when they’re just crawling but…
Arkin shook his head, “You’re sick.”
“You’re enjoying this,” he replied in mild amusement.
Arkin just whined in response. Yes, he wants to fucking thrust into the horrible mass. Yes, his own mind won’t stop tormenting him with possibilities.
“I’ll spread your ass wider for future tests,” he said like it was reassuring.
The mass of ants just… swarming in his ass felt like some alien creature. It felt good and alien and bad all at once.
“You’re full,” the man announced, then closed the speculum and pulled it free. He turned the camera back to zoom in on his asshole.
Arkin panicked. He tried to struggle! The mass of ants roiled inside him. They’re searching for a way out and biting. In desperation he tried to relax his asshole, tried to push them out. He felt some fall from his ass and he made the mistake of looking at the monitor. Ants were frantically crawling around his ass and every one went straight back to his hole. When he tried to push more out he saw several stream back inside. All he could do was sob in disbelief.
“They like you,” the man said and Arkin choked out another string of sobs. The man forced his finger into his ass. “Shall we see how long they can survive?”
Arkin jolted, “No! Please, no!!” Again he fruitlessly tried to struggle. They wouldn’t stop moving inside him, it felt like living sandpaper. He started crying some time ago but he became acutely aware of it now.
“Watch the screen,” the man instructed. Arkin’s eyes flicked to it as if he had no choice. He added another finger and started pumping into his ant infested ass! Ants would spill out then try to find a way back in. The man shifted his fingers and it started to feel good as he found the right spot to stimulate.
“Please,” he begged. He wanted the horrible mass out but he wanted his fingers to stay.
He started finger fucking him. It shouldn’t feel good! Arkin pulled on his wrist restraints as hard as he could. He needs out! He can’t let this happen to him! But there’s nowhere to escape to. He cried out in a mixture of frustration, fear and pleasure.
A bright flash of sensation then a horrible dread in the pit of his stomach. He just came. The white liquid was steadily overtaken by the ants. And he just… sobbed in defeat.
The man simply scooped off the majority of the ants. He felt the speculum go back in but it was a relief. He squirted water from a squeeze bottle into his ass. The water was cold but soothing compared to the constant prickly movement of the ants. It steadily washed the creatures out of him.
Arkin couldn’t tell if all the ants were gone but the man started applying some kind of cream inside him. It was cool and soothing. At this point, he didn’t care what it was.
The man cleaned him up and reassured him all the antes were out of him. Arkin finally saw the tip of his dick. It was bright red and the slit was slightly swollen. His nipples were the least raw of everything.
“You can rest, then we start the next experiment,” the man said, running a hand through Arkin’s hair.
He wasn’t really sure he could take another if it was going to be anything like the ants.
“You can’t escape this,” he reminded him. His expression was strangely loving. “I will not stop until we’re done.”
***
Arkin rested as best as he could with the soreness. His asshole felt chafed and it might’ve been. The head of his dick was still very sore. And he had thought, he’d have a stronger feeling of regret for asking for this.
He’d been allowed to rest on a small cot in the back of the trailer. He drank a little and ate something.
Asa returned for him later. Wait, no, why is he using his name? He was distracted by that thought that he almost missed being told to get up.
After getting up, the man hooked a thick wire to each cuff then hooked both to the collar. The wires were shortened as they were twisted together. Securing his wrists to the collar. The wires allowed for three inches of space between cuff and collar.
He picked up the chain attached to the collar and led him outside.
Arkin was pushed down into a metal framed chair with a hole in the bottom. His face grew red as his balls fell through the hole and dangled freely. His ankle cuffs were secured by wire to the chair.
The man showed him a large clear acrylic box. It had multiple chambers inside, like a maze. “The specimens I will be putting in here are very rare,” he warned him. He taped the top of the box to point out a padded hole. “That’s where you go.” It was all too easy to understand what he meant. He slid the box under the chair. His balls were pushed through the small hole one by one. Arkin was beginning to dread where this was going.
He got another box, this one covered in a black cloth. He attached it to the first. Arkin was getting very anxious about what could be inside.
“What are they…?” Arkin asked hesitantly.
“A special project,” he answered vaguely, then opened the path between the two boxes. He tapped lightly on the box to encourage whatever is in there into the larger box.
Arkin fidgetted nervously. He doesn’t hear the buzz of wings. Maybe a good sign.
The man went to a table and started making notes. He eventually sat down and continued his notes.
***
Arkin shifted uneasily behind him. He is starting to be bored, Asa thought. The test specimens had yet to go near him. He supposes he could keep him occupied while they waited. It wouldn’t interfere with the integrity of the experiment.
He turned in his chair to face him. He reacted better than he could have imagined to the ants. The head of his dick was still red and slightly swollen. It reacted well to the abuse. It reacted so well to the sound as well. Hm. There’s a thought.
Asa went back inside the trailer. He retrieved a small case filled with a variety of styes and shapes of sounds.
Arkin looked at him suspiciously and he came to sit next to him. He reached out to lightly coat Arkin’s swollen glans with lube. He flinched at the touch. “What-What are you doing?” he asked, he actually sounded a little scared.
“Shh. You’ll like it,” he replied.
“Bullshit.”
Asa chuckled softly. He lightly teased his fingers around the swollen head. Arkin’s dick responded readily, filling out to a full erection. He traced his fingers around the tip and Arkin drew in a shaky breath. He’ll need to keep his hips still if he wants to avoid pulling on his own balls. And if he wants to avoid aggravating the specimens locked in the cage with his balls. Oh, this will be fun.
He opened the case and selected a rod larger than the one he used on him in the trailer. It was about two sizes larger. It didn’t look larger by much but millimeters might as well be inches when it came sounds. It’s certainly larger than anything Arkin has ever experienced. And admittedly, this would be a bigger jump in size than anyone would recommend. He held the sound where Arkin could see it as he coated it with lube.
Arkin’s expression slowly shifted to horror as he realized where it was going. “No! You’re not–You’re not putting that in me!” he protested. He looked around as if was considering the pros and cons of knocking over the chair to escape. Asa wasn’t concerned, he is close enough he can stop him if he tries.
He lightly slid the lubed rod against Arkin’s cock. The insertion will hurt, even lubed. With the slit already inflamed and it will surely give him some beautiful screams. All Arkin could really do in response to the rod was flinch and hope his cock would bob away.
Asa captured his dick to hold it steady as he lined up the blunt tip with his slit. Arkin was shivering and softly repeating “don’t” over and over. He needed to squeeze the glans tightly just to open his slit enough to get the tip in. He didn’t apply pressure, he just let it rest there for a moment.
“You can’t escape this,” Asa reminded him as he began forcing the rod through his inflamed hole. Arkin groaned beautifully and his legs shook. He sharply pushed it past the last of the swelling. He was greeted with a lovely pained yell for the effort.
Arkin thumped against the back of the chair. He rocked forward and back as he took the pain. Asa lightly twisted the sound and Arkin groaned through gritted teeth.
He pushed it down further. He brought his thumb up to probe the outside of his dick and feel for the tip of the sound. He found it and pressed firmly against it. Arkin’s legs started shaking again. He pushed it further, keeping his thumb on the tip as a guide. They’ve made it half way down his cock. He remained wonderfully hard, a fact Arkin probably hated.
Asa was about to proceed further when Arkin suddenly gasped. “Something… something’s touching me,” he said in a shaky voice.
***
Suddenly the pain in his dick and urethra did not matter in the slightest. Something was crawling over his balls. More than one something. He couldn’t tell what it was but it made his skin crawl. He could feel them doing something too. It wasn’t hurting him but it was doing something. His mind ran away with all sorts of horrible things it could be doing.
“Breathe,” he was reminded. “You’ll be fine if you stay still.”
“You’re a monster,” Arkin growled out through gritted teeth.
“We’ve established that.”
He switched to a whine as whatever the bugs are doing began sending cold shivers up and down his spine.
Then the bastard pushed the rod in deeper. Pain took over. The rod was pulled back an inch then allowed to sink back down. It was the only thing in his line of sight. His dick swallowing up a rod that shouldn’t be there.
“What are they doing?,” Arkin demanded, fighting the tears welling up.
Asa shifted to look under the chair. No, the monster looked under the chair. Don’t use his name.
“Grooming. You’re probably feeling their antenna,” the man replied with a shrug. Like its no big deal his balls are being swarmed.
“Get them off!” he whined pathetically. God, he hates how whiny he sounds.
The man straightened and smiled at him. The fucker. He returned to tormenting his dick with the rod like nothing changed. Arkin yelled in frustration.
The rod was slowly bobbed in his dick. He’s fucking it from the inside and it’s starting to feel good. He smoothly worked it up and down. It was slightly less horrible because he could see it.
“If I stretch you enough, I believe some of my larvae specimens will be able to fit inside,” he said then pushed the rod in completely. It felt good, it felt awful. He didn’t need to think about any wiggling creature crawling inside his dick! His mind imagined what it felt like anyway. The end of his dick tingled with the idea.
“Shut up,” he repeated over and over desperately.
“Your body likes the idea. Your balls are drawing up. Do you feel how you’re disturbing them?”
Arkin choked as his attention was drawn back to the horrible crawling sensation. He shuddered. He was starting to feel nausea welling up. He won’t be turned on by bugs!
“Perhaps I can persuade one to make their chrysalis–” he drew his finger to the sensitive spot between his glans, “--here. Then I’m afraid I would have to keep you for longer. We wouldn’t want to disturb their transformation.” He pulled the rod up several inches then pushed it smoothly back inside. Arkin could only cringe as he continued to tease him.
“Annelids are outside my usual scope but one could easily slide inside you now. I’m sure we can find one suitable under a rock.” He just kept talking. Arkin didn’t even know what an annelid is but he absolutely didn’t want it stuck in his dick.
The rod was pulled an inch short of leaving his cock. It was pushed back inside until only a silver dot was visible in his slit. Tears just started streaming down his face. He’s barely hurting him and this is the worst kind of torture.
“Earthworms,” he explained. “I realize you’d be unfamiliar with the term.”
The explanation made it worse. He drew in air in quick gasps. The sight of an earthworm crawling into his hole was the worst thought to have. And sickeningly, it made him come.
Arkin yelled from deep in his throat. His balls drew up, knocking off whatever was on them. His cum was stopped in its tracks by the rod. He could only gasp and shudder.
The man removed his finger holding the rod in place. It shot out of him with the pressure. White cum sprayed out after it. It was horrible and one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had. He felt like he was going to be sick.
“You… you fucker,” he gasped desperately. “I am going to tear your ass to shreds next chance I get.” He growled out.
Arkin shook his head as he started to feel light headed. The man placed a hand on the back of his neck. He squeezed gently. “Good boy,” he said soothingly.
“Fuck you!” he yelled back.
***
He decided it would be best if he kept Arkin restrained through the night. He planned to make the day ahead far more difficult on him. He wasn’t about to let him wander off. He chained his hands to the head of the bed and his ankles to the bottom. He had planned to let him rest and recover as much as possible. And to shamelessly cuddle him against his will.
“You haven’t gotten off,” Arkin grumbled.
“I’ll survive,” he said against his neck. He had curled himself against Arkin’s side. He had restrained him so he could only lay on his back or side. He was on his back at the moment.
He shifted uneasily. He went quiet for a while then spoke again. His voice was more of a mumble, “What if… what if I want you to?” Ah, he’s embarrassed.
“How?”
He shifted again, pushing himself as far up the bed as he could get. “Rub on me,” he mumbled then turned his head away.
“Where?” Asa asks curiously. The way Arkin just positioned himself meant he could barely move his legs now.
Arkin’s arms flexed as he pulled on the chains keeping his hands above his head. He looked up the chains then replied, “...chest… mouth.”
Asa tore the covers off him. Arkin flinched. He kicked off his underwear and got on top of him. He planned to hold off until tomorrow but it can be very difficult when Arkin asks for things he usually doesn’t. Especially when that something will make him desperate.
He settled himself on Arkin’s chest and braced an arm on the headboard. He experimentally rubbed his cock in the center of his chest. His breath shuddered underneath him. He slowly rubbed his dick on his chest. Incrementally, he slid forward letting his dick get steadily closer to his lips.
Arkin turned his head away. Judging by how red his face got he was embarrassed by his own request. Asa reached down to turn his head back. “You can’t escape this,” he gently reminded him once again. He closed his eyes as if in pain and Asa gently pressed his cock against his lips. He drew in a ragged breath against his cock then… kissed it.
That prompted Asa to rock his hips. He slid back to thrust against Arkin’s chest. He carefully watched his face as he moved, he looked so meek and embarrassed by it. But under that, he could see him holding back. He thrust himself harder against him and Arkin arched his back to meet it.
He thrust himself against his chest until he started to squirm under him. He really does just like to feel his cock anywhere. He moved forward, intending to rub himself against his face. Arkin caught the tip of his cock in his mouth and plans changed.
He changed the angle of his hips then slowly thrust into Arkin’s mouth. He slid against the top of his mouth and slowly down. He was sucking hard on him, he almost seemed desperate. That just made the pleasure sharper, sweeter. He didn’t thrust more than an inch at a time, he probably didn’t need to thrust at all. Arkin was focused and not willing to let him go.
Arkin let out a needy whine and he came immediately. And he still didn’t let go, he swallowed on him over and over.
**day two**
The weather was nice for the start of fall, but not so nice that Arkin enjoyed being led deep into the woods naked. At least he had him put shoes first.
Asa was dressed for the weather with a large hiking pack. Wait. Asa. When did he start using his name? He shook his head at himself. The chain connected to his collar was sharply pulled, he’s starting to lag.
They finally stopped in a small clearing full of toppled and rotting trees. The other man removed his pack and set it against a fallen log. They’re staying here for a bit. Okay.
Arkin looked around. There wasn’t much else for him to do. His wrists had been attached to a yoke-like bar that went behind his head. A thin chain had been fitting around his waist and he just tried not to think about what it’ll be used for. A long chain ran between his ankles, it was long enough to allow him to walk but running wouldn’t be possible.
A breeze cut through the trees and he shivered. Why the fuck did he drag him out here?
His chain leash was tugged so hard he stumbled to his knees. This area was mostly moss and dead leaves, so it didn’t hurt as much as it could have. “What the hell was that for?” he asked angrily.
Asa just smiled slightly. “I wanted your attention,” he said almost innocently. “Put you back against that tree, please.” He indicated a tree that was only a couple feet away. “Seated,” he added.
Arkin begrudgingly did was he was told. It at least let him pick a spot free of rocks and roots. The man came at him with ratchet straps. One over his chest, one near his hips then the last one. That one he tried to kick him over. He had looped it under Arkin’s legs to draw them up to his chest. None of his attempts to kick him did much, other than lightly push him.
So here he is, strapped to a tree in the middle of the fucking woods. With his asshole on full display too. He felt more exposed than he did on the exam table. What if a hunter wandered by? God, he shouldn’t think about that. But then he has to think about what that asshole plans to do to him.
He moved away and was prying open a rotten log. He made some sounds of approval that made Arkin’s heart sink. He couldn’t really see what he was focused on. Whatever it was he was putting them in containers. When he was finished, he found another log to split open. This time Arkin got a glimpse of what he was collecting. Maggots or larva, Arkin really didn’t know the difference. Whatever they were, they were white and wiggling and he forced himself to look away.
Of course the sick freak was serious about what he said yesterday. He’s going to let those things crawl inside him! Arkin shuddered at the thought then he noticed his dick was interested. Fuck. Yes, a sick part of him is curious. But most of him is disgusted and planning where he’s going to puke.
Asa was back between his legs. What he held in his hand was mercifully not any living thing. He didn’t even care what it was as long as it’s not maggots. A tight rubber ring was pushed down his shaft. A cockring. Fuck, he wants him to stay hard. Two more rings were added, one seated half way down and the other just below the head. Then he picked up weird curved forceps…
“No!” Arkin jolted. He struggled as hard as he could against the straps. It really didn’t do more than make him wiggle in place. The curved tool slid right where he thought it would. It opened and spread his urethra open. Cold dread ripped through him, it didn’t even matter how much his spread urethra hurt, what happens next is what worried him.
A set of tongs held up something white and wriggling. He had no idea what it was but he knew he didn’t want it. “Don’t!” he pleaded as a last resort. “Please don’t!” He already felt tears running down his cheeks. He doesn’t want this! “Don’t!”
“You can’t escape this,” the freak told him. The tongs were lowered and the thing was gently guided into his open urethra. A horribly sickly feeling made his stomach sink. The thing was pushed inside him!
The forceps were gently retracted. His urethra closed on the horrible undulating thing. The completely strange and foreign feeling made him want to puke. Little pings of pleasure started to push through the revolting feeling.
It tried to back its way back out, much to Arkin’s relief. Then the man’s thumb came down to push it back in and block its escape. His other hand came around to roll the ring just under his glans further down. He’s giving it more room.
“Asa, please,” he used his name in desperation. “Please stop.”
His attention sharply shifted to his eyes. He was surprised to hear his name. He hesitated. “I won’t stop,” he told him. “But I can promise you none of the specimens will be used in your ass today.”
Arkin groaned, trying hard to ignore the thing steadily working itself further down. “You’re gonna put something else in it, aren’t you?” he asked suspiciously.
“Well… yes,” he answered.
Before Arkin could think about responding, a new ring was slid onto his cock trapping that thing inside. “No, no! What are you doing?!” he demanded in a near panic. He could feel it even more vividly now that it was trapped at both ends. A horrible pulsing as it tried to move through him. And even worse, horrible twinges of pleasure.
“It doesn’t have mouth parts big enough to injure you,” he said like it was reassuring.
“I don’t care! I want it out!”
“If you can orgasm, I’ll take it out.”
“What?! No!!”
“I’ll help you.” A slick finger traced around the ring of muscle. He pressed lightly at the center. “Do you want help?”
Arkin thumped his head back against the tree. Fuck. He really hates the version of himself that wrote that fucking note.
His lack of answer made him move his other hand to his cock. He lightly rubbed the spot the little creature was trapped. An insane jolt of pleasure hit him as the thing was prompted to frantic movement. Arkin bit back every sound. He won’t get off on this.
The ring was rolled a little further down his cock. The man started coaxing it further down by rubbing just below his glans. It felt good. Why the fuck does it feel good? “Don’t,” Arkin said repeatedly as if it would increase the odds of him stopping.
He rolled the second ring down further, trapping the thing half way down his cock. He picked up the curved forceps again. “Please stop…” he pleaded. He tried struggling again. “I-I can’t take it… please…” he hated how quickly he was reduced to whining and begging.
“Last one,” he told him very matter-of-fact. The forceps were inserted again and his opening was painfully stretched. Arkin just started crying when another one of those things came into view.
“Please, no,” he pleaded one final time before it was pushed into him. He felt a horrible sick pleasure as it wiggled into him. Just like before, he pushed it in the rest of the way and put a new ring on to prevent its escape. Two horrible creatures trapped within him. Wiggling and writhing and making him feel little pulses of pleasure.
He can’t take this anymore.
He thumped his head against the tree again. “Help me,” he groaned in defeat.
A finger immediately slid into his ass. Arkin gasped, he’s far more sensitive than usual. The ants, he remembered, they chewed him up from the inside. The finger gently pumped. It didn’t hurt really. He was just over-sensitive. Meaning it actually felt too good. But it did distract for the horrible pulsing and squirming inside his cock. At least for a little while.
He felt like he might throw up.
Another finger was added and he tried not to moan. It almost completely distracted from the horrible feeling. Pleasure still pinged off his cock, reminding him of their presence. Fuck, no. He’s not getting off to those little fuckers.
“Fuck me, please,” he gasped out.
The man hesitated, stopping his fingers.
“Asa, please!”
Using his name worked. It took only seconds for him to change position. Feeling his dick slowly pushing in was a relief. It did burn more than usual but that did not matter. He’d rather this take all of his attention.
When he pressed in fully, Arkin finally looked down. His position meant he could almost see him enter but it also meant he had a far too good view of his own dick. The rubber rings cut into it making it look almost swollen. The worst, of course, was seeing movement under the skin. That movement comes with a strange sick pleasure. He shouldn’t have looked.
He moved his attention to Asa’s face instead. He had to tilt his back to see him clearly. His expression changed as he started to fuck him. He went from controlled focus to barely holding together. Should… should he be flattered? He tensed his muscles and his expression moved closer to desperation. Despite knowing he can’t move, Arkin still tried to rock his hips.
He apparently noticed Arkin’s attempts to move and sped up. He just slightly changed the angle of his hips and pleasure sharply increased. Arkin stained against the straps.
Arkin had just started to get lost in the rhythm and building pleasure. Then the horrible creatures trapped in his dick started squirming again. A sick pleasure radiated through his cock. He started to come. It had nowhere to go but that didn’t stop his body from trying. “No! Fuck!” he yelled in defeat. He didn’t want those fucking things getting him off. His dick trying to come was disturbing the little fuckers too. The wiggled even more than before.
Meanwhile, his ass clenched in time with the pulsing of his cock. Asa groaned desperately against his ear. At least he can try to humiliate him back, if nothing else. “Come in me, you little bitch,” he growled angrily. The little bitch came with a sudden sob.
“Get them out, get them out, get them out!” Arkin said as soon as he pushed off him.
The man chuckled at him but removed the first ring. The process of extracting them was more painful than the insertion. He had to force a tool down to grab them. Arkin cursed at him the entire time. He could bear the pain if it meant those things were pulled out now. No fucking way was he going to wait for the little bastards to crawl out on their own.
When it was done, Arkin’s throat was raw from yelling. The strap holding his legs up was removed.
“Tomorrow will be easier,” Asa informed him.
Arkin let out a disbelieving laugh.
**day three**
The time between being tormented by bugs was kind of nice. A bit like camping if you ignored the collar, cuffs and forced nudity. He was allowed some loose fitting clothing if the temperature dipped too low.
The downtime also consisted of the man going over what type of insects he used on him the previous days. The fucker was actually collecting data! All about how Arkin reacted to each specimen, if he had any allergic reactions, if he was bitten or stung, if he enjoyed it. He was all too eager to share every observation. It was bizarrely flattering to know how much he paid attention to everything he did.
“I could continue these tests indefinitely," Asa admitted.
“Not fucking daily you’re not.”
“Only if you ask nicely. But perhaps once a week?”
God, what is his life anymore? “If it’s your turn, maybe.”
“Well, we better get started on today’s, shouldn’t we?”
Arkin groaned in half dread. As bizarre as the bug stuff has been, he… likes it. Far more than he thought he would
The setup was back inside the trailer today. He went on the same medical table as before. This time, there were far more, and far tighter restraints. His neck was left free to move but little else was. A cold dread started to well up. He really won’t be able to escape whatever he has planned.
The monster didn’t go straight for the bugs. Instead he moved a machine with a piston between his legs. A fucking machine. Arkin tensed up involuntarily. The man patted his thigh as if to reassure him. “You can choose the dildo,” he offered, as if that would make things easier. Well maybe it would. He’d rather not have a monster cock ramming him while this sick fucker does whatever he wants.
He was presented with three options. One is a regular flesh colored dildo, the second is a purple thing covered in nodules, the third was ribbed, it looked more like a stack of anal beads.
Arkin swore softly to himself. None of the above isn’t an option. If all they were doing was playing with the machine, he would’ve been interested in the last two. But not knowing what else was going to happen… “First one,” he answered begrudgingly.
The man chuckled softly as he prepared both the machine and the dildo. Then he turned his attention back to Arkin. He gently rubbed his fingers against his asshole. It was still sore, a little more so since they fucked yesterday. Now he’s being so painstakingly gentle. It almost made him forget what they’re doing.
The head of the toy was gently introduced to his ass and slowly slid in. He was pushing it in manually before attaching the arm of the machine to it. Once all that was done, the machine was turned on. It fucked him in slow firm strokes. Painfully slow. Arkin was suddenly glad he was strapped down so tight or he would be humiliating himself with how much he wants to push back against each thrust.
He left him there for a few moments as he just watched. It was that look Arkin both hates and likes. Studying him. And fuck, just seeing him look got him hard so mch quicker than the toy alone.
Eventually he turned away to pick up the creatures he plans to torment him with. He brought the container over where Arkin could see it. It was clear. A mass of dark creatures moved over one another.
Scorpions.
Arkin groaned and turned his head away. He jolted and flinched a second later when he felt the first one. It was placed in the center of his chest. Others joined the first. He didn’t want to look but he had to. They were crawling up and down his torso. And the man kept adding more. By the time he stopped, there had to be at least a dozen crawling all over him.
He didn’t bother demanding their removal this time. He’d probably just add more. He tried instead to concentrate on not moving. He was well restrained but flinching might still set them off. He looked away and closed his eyes, trying to shut it all out.
The sex toy’s speed increased. He choked on a gasp. “You fucker,” he grumbled. Now, he just needs to focus on holding still. That was getting harder and harder as the toy sped up. What was worse was feeling the scorpions find their way to his dick. They crawled all over it. He felt some pinches but thankfully no sting.
The toy shifted to even deeper strokes. Arkin couldn’t hold back a groan. His abdominal muscles contracted involuntarily with the intrusion. His cock jumped too. A scorpion fell off it but thankfully didn’t sting his dick. It did sting his belly though. He jerked with the pain; drawing in a sharp breath. The sudden movement didn’t set off any of the others, at least.
He heard an amused chuckle. He opened his eyes just to glare at the man. He just fucking smiled at him. He turned a monitor to face Arkin. It was the view of his ass getting fucked… a scorpion had gotten on the thrusting toy somehow. Each thrust brought it within striking distance. His ass started to spasm just from the fear of being stung.
Of course, the bastard just turned up the toy. It was another horrible mix of bad and good. Every second his body got closer to orgasm. Every second the scorpions explored him. New one climbed onto his dick and he just sobbed.
Then what he feared happened. The scorpion on the toy stung him. Right on his already sensitive and stretched ass. The sharp pain made his body tighten. It disturbed the scorpion on his dick, it stung him too. His vision went white. The resulting pain tore and orgasm out of him. He screamed.
The next thing he knew, the scorpions were being gently removed. The kept fucking his ass the whole time. He’s not ashamed to admit he whimpered.
One scorpion was left, the man picked it up and displayed it for Arkin. He turned, turned off the machine and lowered the creature. The sting hit his balls. The pain brought about rage this time.
“I’m going to tear you a new asshole!” Arkin yelled. He jerked just to make the table rattle. “You sick fuck!”
The man put away the last scorpion. He simply smiled and said, “Tomorrow will be worse.”
**day four**
Well, it was tomorrow and the “worse” still hadn’t happened. The sun was starting to go down. The rest of the day was fine too. If a little boring. He spent most of his day creating a little fire pit a safe distance from the trailer. He still felt a little stupid being fucking leashed to a tree the whole time.
Fine, whatever. He got clothes today. And he got to start a fire.
It felt a little more like camping now. They even cooked some food over the fire.
But Arkin still had his guard up, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The man got up and brought something cylindrical back with him. At first glance he thought he got a drink. It wasn’t a drink. It was some massive cross between an ant and a wasp stuck in a jar. Fuck.
The man brought a few metal tools in his other hand. He sighed after a long moment then looked at Arkin. “I’ll need your help–”
“No fucking way, keep that thing away from me!”
“You’re going to make it sting me,” he continued as if Arkin hadn’t said anything. “I’m afraid I’ll drop it once the pain hits.”
It took a second to process. “Are you trying to trick me?”
“No. I’m going to demonstrate the effects of its sting. Then you’ll decide if it stings you,” he said. It sounded reasonable but he was still wary.
The man then showed him how to use the tools he brought with him. A locking mechanism to keep the forceps on the creature without hurting it. Of course he’s worried about hurting it…
Arkin watched as he rolled up his shirt and held it under his chin. He got his tools ready and extracted the insect from its cage. He held it up then looked at Arkin. “Do it yourself or keep me from dropping it. I don’t care which.”
He really was serious. Hesitantly, Arkin approached. He knelt down next to his chair to take control of the insect. “What is it?”
“Pepsis thisbe. Tarantula Hawk Wasp. Only females have stingers,” he explained.
Arkin looked between the wasp and the man. “Has it stung you before?”
“On the hands, when I was young. It’s extremely painful.”
He looked at the strange creature wiggling in the forceps grasp. Its stinger was big enough he could see it clearly. He shifted his position and put his free hand on the other man’s chest. He brushed his nipple with a thumb to make sure its erect. The man visibly tensed but offered no resistance. He was able to carefully line up the stinger with his nipple.
“Tap the underside of its abdomen. It’ll induce a sting.”
Arkin used one of the other tools to lightly tap the thing. Its abdomen pulsed and it stung him directly on the nub. The man jolted in his seat, nearly falling forward with a yell. Arkin backed up a little to watch him. Every muscle was tensed, his face had gotten red. “It burns,” the man said through gritted teeth, answering the unspoken question. “Ah, fuck…” he muttered as he continued to cringe in pain. Arkin has rarely heard him swear, that must really hurt.
“Other one too?”
The man struggled to regain some composure. He sat back up in his chair. He removed his shirt entirely. “Continue,” he half gasped. Arkin waited for the guy’s breathing to settle before moving back in. He lined it up, tapped it and it stung.
This time the man let himself fall from the chair. He yelled and swore again. His muscles were all tense again. He just groaned on the ground, on all fours.
Arkin had already been stung by a regular wasp on his nipples, so he did start to wonder. It hurt horribly at first but then something changed. The hypersensitivity that followed was fun.
Fuck, he shouldn’t even be considering it.
The man gathered himself enough to sit back down. Both nipples were bright red and some mild swelling already started. Arkin couldn’t resist reaching out and lightly brushing one. He shuddered and flinched in response. He was trying to stay quiet. Arkin glanced down between the man’s legs. A very obvious erection trapped inside his pants.
Fuck.
He’ll hate himself for this later but hands the wasp back to the man. Then with a sigh he removed his shirt.
“Okay, fine! Just do it quick!” He braced himself against a different chair. He had to fight with himself to hold out his chest.
Maybe it was experience but the man was much quicker when it came to applying the stings.
It felt like somebody just tried to burn his tits right off. He tried to hold back on screaming. He half way succeeded and just yelled in pain. He went through an entire dictionary of curse words before he caught his breath. This was far, far worse than the previous wasp stings.
“I fucking hate you,” Arkin growled out through gritted teeth.
“Prove it,” Asa returned. He’s provoking him. He knows he’s provoking him. He knows he wants him angry.
Fuck it.
Arkin launched himself at him as soon as he was finished putting away the wasp. They crashed into the ground. Arkin went straight for the man’s pants, yanking them down past his knees. “Come here you little bitch!” Arkin yelled as he got on top of him.
He didn’t really have a plan. Other than pin him and maybe fuck him. One of his nipples was brushed and Arkin nearly collasped. The pain shot through him anew. He yelled in frustration and pain. The man fought back, rolling to pin him instead.
Arkin soon lost his pants too. At this point, he wasn’t even a little surprised he was hard. He was about to retalate but a warm velvety cock rubbed up against his. He paused long enough to shiver. He immediately felt over the other man’s chest. He easily found the swollen nipples. All it took was a little touch and the man almost collapsed on top of him.
There was some further give and take but Arkin ended up on top in the end. He used the chain from his collar to catch up the man’s wrists. “You stay right the fuck there,” Arkin growled. He shifted his hips to grind his cock against his. The man gasped. He moved his hands to his swollen tits and the man groaned pitifully. His slid his cock against his, as the man shuddered underneath him. He squeezed his swollen nipples, making the man scream. Arkin came shortly after with a shout.
Arkin sat back, still pinning him, and lightly felt his own swollen nipples. It was like an electric shock. Even though he just came, his hips bucked. He squeezed his own tits, hissing from the burning electric pain.
Underneath him the man groaned. Arkin glanced down to see a string of precum leaking from the man’s cock. He pulled on his own nipples while watching him. The pain caused a deep guttural groan. The man came violently, his hips bucked, and his cum spurt a surprising distance.
They did disentangle themself after a long while. They each took turns putting ointment on the other’s stings.
**day five**
Arkin was restrained in the trailer again. His thighs spread wide while in a seated position. He was still on the medical table. Just sitting up with his legs on either side of it like it was a horse. His legs were cuffed to the sides of the table while his arms were suspended above his head.
His nipples still ached from the night before. His nipples had swollen and were overly sensitive. A stiff breeze was almost too much. At least he could be comforted by the fact the man is dealing with the same issue.
A cock ring and ball separator had been put on him. He was uncomfortably hard already. He just needs to brace himself for whatever is coming.
What came first was a rod bent back on itself to create a v shape. Thankfully, it was a very thin rod, once Arkin learned where it was going. The monster lubed up his slit then the bent rod. He slid it in half way then pulled the sides apart, wedging his slit and urethra open. He curse and yelled as his small hole was forced open. The v shaped thing was secured in place by another cockring at his cockhead.
Then one of the worst sights in his life. The man lifted a clear enclosure that housed an ant farm. These weren’t the same ants from the first day. Arkin recognized these ants. They’re fire ants.
“Don’t!” he yelled urgently. “I don’t want–Please, don’t!”
The man ignored him and attached a long clear tube over his cock and balls. He pushed it in snugly against the skin then attached the other end to the enclosure. All he had to do was knock it a few times and a rush of red ants flooded toward the tube.
Arkin screamed and begged. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the steadily advancing ants. They found his balls first and the fiery pain started. Pin pricks of pain worse than the previous ants.
With growing horror, he saw a trail of ants make their way to his spread slit. He violently struggled, as hard as he could, but all it did was make his cock wobble in the tube.
The first horrible burning pinch inside his urethra made him scream again. Tears flooded his vision. More burning stings joined the first inside him. A ribbon of ants trailed around his glans. It was like every footfall they made caused a burning sting of pain.
The man tapped on the tube to disturb the ants further. Arkin couldn’t help the sobs as they swarmed him. A horrible mass of fiery pain. The ring kept his poor cock hard through it all. His balls just felt overrun with the little creatures.
“...please…” he managed to sob out.
The monster got on the table behind him. He brought his hands up to lightly circle his nipples. It reignited the sharp burning radiating from his nipples. It momentarily distracted him from the growing pain in his groin. And despite the pain, the movement of the ants did create some brief flickers of pleasure.
His nipples were suddenly pinched and he screamed. The pinching did not let up, it only increased as his swollen tits were tightly rubbed between the other man’s fingers. Some little sparks of pleasure came through but it was mostly mind numbing pain. Then his tits were harshly tugged and he lost all of his senses. His vision blanked, his hearing only gave him distant whispers.
The next thing he knew the pain in his chest receded and the man was standing in front of him again. He drew his attention to the tube, still filled with viciously swarming ants. Streaks of cum decorated the inside. He didn’t feel himself come. He didn’t feel anything but pain. A new round of sobs started as he realized what happened.
Mercifully, the man flushed cold soapy water down the tube. Gently washing the ants from his dick. The cold was instantly soothing but didn’t take all of the burn away. It was pure relief to see the ants get washed away. The tube was removed. He continued to rinse him of the hangers on.
He switched to a syringe to squirt a gentle stream of water into his urethra. Horrifyingly, at least three ants were flushed out. Arkin whimpered, half convinced he didn’t get them all.
As soon as his restraints were released he threw his arms around the man and held on tight. “You’re fine,” the man reassured him but that only made him burst into a new round of tears. Asa held him tightly for a few moments longer then coaxed him off the table and to the bed in the back.
He pressed a cold pack against his groin and Arkin has never been so relieved to feel cold between his legs. He gasped at the pure relief. Asa laid down with him and pulled him into his chest. He was obvious he was trying to ignore the pain in his own chest in favor of comforting him.
“You’re a sick fuck,” Arkin grumbled against his chest.
“You enjoyed it,” he returned, matter-of-fact and not a hint of smugness.
Arkin decided the best response was to bite at the other man’s swollen nipples through his shirt. It got a beautiful choked gasp and shiver. He didn’t try to pull away so he continued to mouth and bite through his shirt. When he still didn’t pull away, Arkin pushed his shirt up. He locked on to the closest nipple. He sucked and licked at the swollen nub then switched to the other. He groaned and winced but didn’t stop him.
After a couple minutes, Asa let out a surprised sound and jerked his hips.
Satisfied, Arkin shifted his head to his shoulder. “Fuck you,” he muttered a bit more affectionally than intended.
Chapter 3: Denial and Drinks
Summary:
voyeurism and drunk idiots
Notes:
Chapter Kinks:
voyeurism, mutual masturbation, cock cages, orgasm denial, come drinking, dry humping, gay clubs, drinkingAudience Participation:
Leave kink suggestions in the comments. I'll let you know if I use it! Unless you get here before I can tell you. No specific hard limits yet. I'll update my limits if I find them.Note: I wrote this to cause psychic damage to SpoopyDooper specifically. <3
Chapter Text
After Asa spent the better part of a week tormenting Arkin with insects, he was expecting their next encounter to be… intense. If not outright painful. He hadn’t sent any suggestions yet, mostly because it was Monday. Ideas don’t start fully forming until Thursday
But he was thinking about it. It wasn’t just about what he wanted done to him. It was about thinking of fitting ways Arkin could assert himself over him. Ever since he let Arkin take control as his captive, he realized he’d accept anything he did to him. It was true even in those three months Arkin spent torturing him. It just felt… correct.
He would fight and scream but he accepted it in the end.
So, what would be correct?
He returned home with a sigh. It once bothered him how much space Arkin occupied in his mind.
When he got upstairs, he noticed a few minor things out of place. A decoration on a side table was turned the wrong way. He wouldn’t already be here, would he? They rarely met during a workweek. He found a few other objects out of place. Deliberately moved and misplaced; done just to annoy him. Arkin had been here.
But is he still here?
He returned everything to where it was meant to be. He’ll have to check over the main floor too. Even his clutter had unseen organization; he didn't like it being disrupted.
He finally made it to the main bedroom to change his clothes. He was ready for more of his belongings to be out of place. Surprisingly, nothing was. Instead, something had been left behind.
His phone chirped an alert at him. He glanced at the screen. It read: i want you in the small one by friday
On his bed sat two cock cages. One was in a size he’d used before and predictably the other was much smaller.
He glanced up, this room had windows facing the east and south. East being the backyard and south being a neighbor’s roof. Either offer good vantage points into the bedroom.
Another alert. east window
He moved to the window, just to see if he could spot where he was hiding. He had a couple hundred plus year-old oak trees in the back yard. He could have scaled one, the trees had yet to lose their leaves for the season. The yard opposite his had a number of options. And the house directly behind his he remembered. It’s currently for sale and unoccupied.
There were no obvious tells for where he could be. Elusive little shit even when he’s not running for his life.
He stepped back to his bed, he kept his back to the east window. He examined both cages as he undressed. He was given options but was he really? He took the smaller cage in hand and disassembled it. It should be an easy enough fit. It appeared to be made of resin rather than metal or plastic like most cages. Custom built perhaps? He had seen resin models but not in this style. Interesting. It was black and smooth. Just heavy enough to make him wonder if it had a metal core.
Regardless, he put the ring on over his cock and balls and tested the fit. It was snug enough to keep the cage from slipping. Next he fitted the cage itself. It was a little tricky as he started to get excited. He squeezed his balls to get his cock under control.
Well, he got it on. It was attached via a pin that could be replaced by a lock. It was snug. Pleasantly snug for his tastes. It brought him to about an inch and a half. His cock was already trying to fill again and his heart rate picked up. He let out a steading breath and turned around.
Somewhere out that window Arkin could see him. Perhaps neighbors too but Arkin’s presence somewhere out there was more exciting. He approached the window and carefully placed his balls on the sill. Windows in these older houses were often just at crotch height.
His phone buzzed on the dresser next to him. The message had one word: overachiver
He laughed softly and looked down at himself. He picked up his balls and pressed them against the cool window. His chest too, just to leave a mark on the glass.
His phone buzzed again. The message: get a toy. make yourself cum on the window.
His breath quickened and as cock tried to inflate almost immediately. The tight cage triggered a strange type of pleasure. Something he was familiar with. He stepped away from the window to retrieve a vibrator from a nearby dresser. Arkin found out a long time ago that he would lock himself in a cage for weeks at a time, simply because he enjoyed it. Prior to his capture and the arrangement. He always wore a cage when he went out to trap and torture potental additions to his Collection. It kept him focused. He had one of his tightest on the night he took Arkin.
He returned to the window, pressing his balls back up against the glass. He did feel the faintest hint of embarrassment but he largely felt excitement. He chose a simple vibrator for the job. He held it against the cage and turned it on. He startled, despite knowing what was coming. His cock filled out every available bit of space. It bulged out at the hole in the tip and the gaps in the side of the cage.
Asa brought a forearm to rest against the window. The sensation was both painful and enjoyable. The pinching where his cock was trying to escape was the kind of pinching he liked.
His phone buzzed and it took a second for his eyes to focus right. The message was one word: slut
He groaned a little, pushing himself against the cold window. He imagines Arkin is somewhere close, with his own dick in hand. Easily getting himself off while Asa struggles. He moved the vibrator under his balls. He could turn it up, nothing is technically stopping him. But he’d rather let Arkin have that decision.
A new message: cum when i tell you little bitch
It sent a tingling wave of excitement through him. A bit surprising because it’s usually his voice he reacts the strongest to. Welcome, but surprising.
He drew in a hissing breath and began moving the vibrator in little circles against his balls. He was getting closer. It’s a different type of orgasm when in a cage. It comes on slow then hits without much warning. Hm, a lot like Arkin.
He shifted his hips, he wanted to thrust even though that would bring no relief.
His phone buzzed. He was sent a picture. He had to take his arm off the window to pick up the phone and open the image. It’s a picture of him, taken just moments ago. The angle put it as being taken from a higher vantage point. He was quick to work out where Arkin was from there.
The shadow on the roof behind his house was not a shadow. He picked a good time of day, the shadows were long and it was easy to lose him. Arkin confirmed his location by letting light reflect off his phone for half a second. He was just far enough away Asa couldn’t make out much detail.
Now that he knows where he is, he kept his eyes locked on to him. He saw what he hoped to see. His body language showed that he was touching himself, even if Asa couldn’t actually see his dick at this angle. Just seeing that almost got him over the edge. He moved the vibrator, using it to pinch his balls to the window.
His breathing clouded the glass in front of him. He tilted his head to the side to avoid fogging up his view. He felt a full body tingle that is one of the only warnings his body gives when he’s like this. He probably should ease off the vibrator and–
A message buzzed: now
He came against the window in short gentle spurts. Again the pleasure was different. Both less and more intense, slower and lasted much longer.
A string of messages followed as he gathered himself. He sluggishly picked up his phone and almost staggered back to his bed.
The first: good bitch
The second: dont clean off the window
The third: no more cumming til i say so
The fourth: A picture of Arkin’s hand on his dick, white streaks of cum on his hand.
Asa looked back out the window. Arkin was already gone.
***
The next instructions he got the following day. He is supposed to edge himself every night against the window. He’s not allowed to come, he can only edge. Arkin very specifically told him that he wanted to see his balls swollen.
Of course, Asa had no idea how long Arkin wanted him to keep this up. Not that it mattered much to him. He was always good at denying himself but it feels so much better to do it for someone.
By Wednesday, Asa knew what he wanted their next meeting to entail. Something fitting. Something outwardly innocent.
He suggested they go out for drinks that weekend. The rest of his suggestion was simple: “edge me under the table. If you let me come, make me drink it.”
As he was about to take up his position at the window that night, he got a response. It gave him a day, time and location. Friday, 8pm. He didn’t recognize the name of the place, so he searched the address. Evening Outlaw, a bisexual friendly gay bar and leather club. Ah. He hadn’t been aware something like that existed. Well, he knew about leather clubs. It was bi friendly part he was surprised by. Why did they need to mention that part on their site? He thought that fell under the gay umbrella. Then again, he only knew about the gay scene in passing. He only targeted house parties and raves when he still planned attacks. Less security.
Regardless, Arkin then sent a message telling him what to wear. His face grew hot. It was much harder to properly edge himself that night. Much harder to keep himself from tipping over the edge. It didn’t help that Arkin kept sending taunting texts every time he had to stop to stave off a potential orgasm.
The session ended as it always did, with Arkin sending him a picture to show he came. Both a subtle taunt and a signal to stop. Asa would go to bed frustrated and hoping he wouldn’t have a wet dream to ruin his progress.
***
Asa always used Fridays for grading and paperwork. Classes and labs were scheduled Mon-Thurs with the very occasional make-up class on Friday. All of which meant he could leave early if he finished his work.
It had been difficult to ignore his aching balls all day. He caught himself unconsciously rocking his hips more than once. By two p.m. his body felt very sensitive everywhere. Probably from the knowledge of where he was going and who he’d be with tonight.
He struggled to keep his attention on his student’s experiment proposals. All he needed to do was assess their viability. The assignment was on improving experiment designs. He gave the class a series of flawed experiments, their job was to write up an improved proposal. It was one of the simplest assignments but he had the hardest time focusing.
He wasn’t able to leave early. He half expected Arkin to show up irritated and dragging him off. Or maybe he was hoping for that?
In any event, he returned home far closer to seven p.m. than he would have liked. He had enough time to get ready but he has always been the kind of person to be prepared well in advance.
He almost hesitated in changing his clothes. He had to retrieve the outfit from the farmhouse. He had wondered if Arkin would be wearing something similar or not. Outwardly the pants just looked like slightly kinky leather pants. They were actually two parts, the leg covering and a removable crotch that included the ass. The two pieces attached via snaps rather than zippers. This left sizable gaps you could fit more than a couple fingers through.
In contrast, his top was simply a black t-shirt. He was half surprised Arkin hadn’t requested a matching top. At least the leather collar and cuffs seemed more like him.
At seven fifteen his phone buzzed. The message: picking you up
Oh. He had expected to meet there.
***
Arkin had been so set on getting back at him, it hadn’t dawned on him they were essentially going on a date until he picked him up. Well, at least it’s not a normal date. That helped with the lingering denial.
He’s never going to completely get over how fucked up it is. It’s more like they’re pretending to be normal. Whatever they have going on isn’t normal.
Compared to what he had Asa wear… fuck, he’s using his name again. Compared to what he had the monster wear, he was dressed close to how he usually does. He did bother to get new jeans rather than his worn out work jeans. The one difference in what he’s wearing he wasn’t planning on sharing anytime soon. He slipped a toy in before he left. He won’t pretend to justify that one. He wanted to.
He’d actually been to the place they’re going a few times. It wasn’t really to get with anyone though. Some of his contacts used the private rooms to meet up, exchange information and plan bigger scores. The nature of the place meant the staff and other patrons were discrete. And he may have been sucked off a couple times on his way out. Last time, it was somebody in a full gimp suit, he didn’t even know their gender let alone who they were.
The monster did look at him skeptically when he already knew the whole check-in process. First, you show an ID for age confirmation. Then you pay the cover and grab a bracelet. Different colors to indicate what you’re there for: pink for lesbians, blue for gay and purple for bi. You mark it with an X, O or XO. X means you’re not there for sex and just want to hang out, O means you’re there for sex and an XO just means ask first.
Arkin grabbed a purple one and marked it with an X and O. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the man hesitate before taking purple and making it the same. Yeah, they probably don’t have his color. The ‘let me try to kill and torture you first’ color.
Lastly, you could turn in your keys if you thought you might get smashed. Well, you could have them hold on to your coat and wallet too but most people used it for keys. They never gave back your keys if you were drunk off your ass.
The major reason Arkin chose the place is they wouldn’t get kicked out for fondling each other under the table. It was more likely anyone who noticed would ask if they could watch instead.
They ended up in a corner booth which worked perfectly for what he wanted to do. He waited until they were one drink in before pushing the other man into the corner of the booth. He slid his fingers through the gap between snaps. His fingers lightly grazed the cage and cock within. He was very pleased to feel his cock fill out the cage to greet him. The man shifted his legs further apart as he let out a shaky breath.
“Beer’s part of the cover,” Arkin pointed out. “You can have as much as you want. Only gotta pay for mixed drinks and liquor.” He made a point to act like he wasn’t doing anything nefarious under the table. He popped on the snaps to fit his hand inside. He traced his fingers over his balls, they had swollen up nicely. Funny, Arkin didn’t think he was into denial. Not until he started doing it to him.
Asa had already started to subtly squirm. He picked up his pint glass and took a drink. A faint attempt to pretend nothing is going on.
Come to think of it, Arkin doesn’t think he’s ever seen him drunk. He never saw him have more than two beers in a sitting. Not that they really drank much in front of each other to begin with. It somehow felt safer to get drunk in a semi-public place than alone with him. Felt more fun too.
“You’ve been here before,” the man stated, rather than asking him.
“A couple times,” he admitted easily. He shifted, they were three drinks in now, so it didn’t feel like a big deal to hook a leg in between his.
***
Asa had to work very hard not to picture what those ‘couple times’ looked like. He was sure it wasn’t at all what his mind conjured up. It probably had more to do with illegal activities than the very obvious sexual activities happening further back in the building. They were in the front half of a large room. A thirty foot by fifty foot area that was no different than a regular bar, the patrons choice of attire aside. A half wall topped with wooden bars painted silver in a faux-jail bar look, marked the distinction between bar and play area.
Arkin took to sitting in a way he could idly grind his knee against his crotch. He could easily do the same in return and it just made Arkin more interested in teasing at his swollen balls. Which wasn’t a bad thing. They were so overly sensitive he had to bite his lip to keep himself from gasping and groaning.
Maybe, after the next beer, he can convince Arkin onto his leg to really grind against him.
“Oh, hey. I didn’t think I’d see you here again,” a man who approached their booth said. He was dressed in far more extensive leather gear.
“Do I know you?” Arkin asked in mild confusion.
“Oh, sorry! I had my hood on last time,” the stranger explained. He stuck his tongue out to show a distinctive piercing on his tongue.
“Right, you were in the back…” Arkin said. He was on the verge of slurring his words. Asa felt his face grow hotter. Maybe Arkin was here for sex before. He felt a tinge of jealousy that he was surprised wasn’t stronger.
“Yeah. Is now a good time? To talk I mean,” he asked. Asa now noticed his purple bracelet with an xo mark.
Arkin shrugged. “It’s fine,” he slurred a little that time. He shifted himself to sit in Asa’s lap. He pressed his back to his chest like it was the most natural thing to do. He instinctively hooked an arm around Arkin’s waist.
“I, uh, heard what happened,” the stranger continued awkwardly as he sat opposite them. “I just wanted to say I’m glad it looks like you’re doing good. I wouldn’t have thought… I mean, a place like this might bring back bad memories.”
Another shrug from Arkin. “Couple months ago, maybe,” he said as he settled back against him. “Been using him to fix it,” he said then blatantly groped Asa’s crotch. It caused him to jump and he felt his face turn red.
The other man laughed. “It looks like it’s working. Are you two together?”
Asa opened his mouth, ready to say not really, he closed it when Arkin just said, “Yes.” That’s fine, okay. He can be calm about this. He just never thought he’d hear that from him. This is fine. This is normal and fine. They are together. A very normal couple doing very normal couple things. There is nothing strange about this.
Despite his internal freak out, he was able to calmly put his other arm around him. Arkin in turn sank further into him. Everything is fine. He’ll just calm his breathing for no particular reason.
“Aww, he’s cute,” the other man said to Arkin. Normal. He is normal. He’s good at pretending to be normal. He’s cute? Normal! Be normal.
Asa ended up burying his face into Arkin’s neck. He bit his neck while he was there, hoping to convey how much he’s losing his mind please stop. Arkin just craned his neck into the bite. Then agreed with the stranger with another, “Yes.” Asa yelled into his neck in frustration.
Arkin started to laugh and so did the other man. They’re killing him. Arkin brought him here to kill him.
“Well, if you ever want a third for a scene, let me know. My name’s Jack, by the way. I’m here most Friday nights.”
“I guess you already know my name,” Arkin half slurred. “He’s Little Bitch or Little Pussy.”
“Enough!” Asa blurted out. He groped Arkin firmly through his jeans to get him to shut up. It worked. He worked the heel of his palm against his dick. Arkin was too busy groaning and pushing into his palm. “My name is Asa,” he said in his calmest, most professional voice. “Nice to meet you.”
Jack laughed again as he got up. “I’ll leave you guys to it.”
Arkin turned in his grasp to face him. He ground himself against Asa’s thigh. “Still a little bitch,” he said in a low voice. He hooked one arm around his neck while the other pulled all the snaps free to completely expose his caged cock. Not that anyone would really notice unless they were looking for it.
Well, it was possible the man they were just talking to was but that surprisingly didn’t bother Asa. That and he felt just intoxicated enough to lack the attention span. Arkin was talking up all of it by grinding and breathing hard against his neck. Asa shifted to give him a better angle.
He moved hand over Arkin’s ass on the way to grip his hip and he noticed something. He slid his hand back and felt some resistance between his asscheeks. He pushed against it. It made Arkin gasp and grind harder against him. He put a toy in himself. Oh, the increasing ache in his balls was becoming well worth it.
Arkin took hold of his caged cock in retaliation. He put his thumb right against the gap in the tip where his cock was trying to escape from. His hips bucked as his thumb moved against the spot.
Arkin was muttering something against his neck as they ground against each other. It couldn’t have been what he thought it was. It was just the usual ‘I hate you,’ it had to be. Another barely coherent mumble, this one was easier, he thinks he’s going to come.
“Wait,” Asa urged, although he expected to be ignored. “In here,” he said softly. He moved his own beer glass between them. Arkin looked at it bleary eyed then smirked a little.
“Hold it there,” Arkin said, lowering the glass between Asa’s legs. He pushed it snug against his swollen balls. His cock receded in its cage. A bizarre sting of pleasure hit him from that. That thought swiftly followed by wanting Arkin to come all over his caged dick.
Arkin shifted his position, fully straddling him. He opened his jeans, he already had a small wet spot on his underwear from precum. He took Asa’s free hand and guided it to his cock. It won’t take much Asa realized, Arkin’s cock was already starting to twitch when he touched it. He helped aim him downward. He could probably get him with a couple strokes or…
“Arkin,” he whispered instead. “Please–” Arkin’s hand clamped over Asa’s mouth. His dick pulsed in his hand at almost the same instant. The first two ropes of cum landed in the beer but the final one did splatter over his exposed crotch. He shuddered, breathing hard despite not being the one who just came.
“Shut up,” he growled angrily. He kept his hand tightly clamped over his mouth. “You have one minute to empty your little bitch balls without getting touched.” Arkin glanced down at the mess between their legs and cum already floating in the beer.
The hand over his mouth helped muffle the whimper he had been trying to hold back. It was harder when Arkin didn’t directly tell him to. He frantically tried to recall every time Arkin had told him. The memory might be enough to push himself over. His legs starting to shake
“C’mon, bitch,” he goaded. “You asked for this.”
He did and just like previous occasions, Arkin does not disappoint. He takes a simple suggestion and turns it into this. Maybe… Maybe Arkin’s slurred mumbling was what he thought he heard. Maybe he actually said–
Pleasure hit him like a gut punch. He came but it was a lazy drip in contrast to the intense pleasure he was hit with. He whimpered against Arkin’s hand. No one has ever been able to make his body react like he does.
As Arkin finally removed his hand, Asa realized this just happened in public. A shiver went up his spine but not in a bad way.
Arkin tucked himself away and moved off him. But he kept a leg slung over his knee.
Regaining some composure, he put his now cum filled beer on the table. The beer was far too light to hide the cum that sunk to the bottom. It’s unlikely anyone here cares but he did feel a tinge of humiliation as he brought the glass to his lips.
“Better drink all of it,” Arkin told him casually. He sounded indifferent but he did see the start of a smirk.
He did drink all of it. Just the right amount of degrading. Arkin idly reached over and felt Asa’s balls while he did. They weren’t as swollen now but he did have faint lingering ache.
“They look better swollen,” Arkin commented as snapped the leather back in place.
They stayed and drank two more rounds. Arkin became progressively more affectionate. It was a little startling. It was… nice. That’s not to say that Arkin became loving but he became more apt to lean into him. To allow him to put an arm around him. He didn’t tense or flinch.
This was not at all where he thought night would lead.
It did explain why Arkin rarely drank around him.
Chapter 4: Abduction, Part One
Summary:
This installment was getting long so I'm dividing it. This part is Asa being a service top, the next part will be Arkin's turn at (mostly)the same kinks.
Notes:
Chapter Kinks:
consensual non-consent, eletro stimulation, enema, catheter, anal stretching and gaping, a couple painful orgasms, prostate torture then surprisingly normal anal sex. featuring kink suggestions from: Lydia_MontagueAudience Participation:
Leave kink suggestions in the comments. I'll let you know if I use it! Unless you get here before I can tell you. No specific hard limits yet. I'll update my limits if I find them.Real Note: Arkin will be abducting him in return next time, he'll do the above kinks and probably worse.
Now I can go to bed.
Chapter Text
A chill ran down Asa’s spine when he found the red trunk sitting open in his home again. He half expected to hear the click of Arkin’s gun behind him.
Nothing happened.
He took a deep breath and noticed a note left with it. It simply read: “Make me enjoy it.”
No further explanation.
He sat down and simply stared at the trunk for a long while. Make him enjoy it.
The message seemed simple but it was anything but. He wants Asa to abduct him? He wants to be forced in the trunk? What does he want to enjoy? What is he really asking for?
The first time he asked him to make him enjoy it, he wanted Asa to fuck him. He was still Asa’s prisoner. He had captured and brought in a pathetic creature that once hurt Arkin. That thing was responsible for scars on Arkin’s body that Asa did not like.
At the time, he didn’t know why it bothered him. At the time, he didn’t know why Arkin wanted him to fuck him. At the time, he burned the pathetic creature’s flesh from its body until its heart gave out.
Slowly, as he stared at the trunk, he realized what Arkin was asking for.
Like he said at the bar. He’s using him to fix it.
***
Arkin was already second guessing what he’d done. He gave the monster a free pass to come after him. Again.
The old nausea came back. He held his head in his hands and tried not to be sick. He shouldn’t have done that. He can’t go back into that thing.
A few feet away, on the floor with him, his phone lit up.
The text on the screen almost made him laugh. It read; are you sure?
No, he isn’t sure at all anymore. He picked it up and sent his honest reply: no
Next message read; are you scared?
Arkin tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling. He knew the answer but had trouble getting his fingers to work.
Eventually, about an hour later, he replied honestly: terrified
The answer was immediate: I’ll fix it.
This time Arkin really did laugh. That fucker better. It’s his goddamn fault.
He had started having nightmares again. Some just forced him to relive the fear and helplessness. Some showed him all the bodies of the people he couldn’t save. The nightmares had stopped a couple weeks after they captured him in return. They took their demon and broke him down to nothing.
Honestly, he’s surprised it took so long for them to come back. He had hoped they’d never come back.
Maybe it's because he’s started to get comfortable with him. His brain just had to remind him how fucked up their relationship is. Just what that monster is.
It’ll be fine, he tried to remind himself. If he really wanted to torture him again he would’ve already done it.
He just has to think of the good shit he could do to him. All the stuff he wants him to do. His eyes drifted back to his phone.
He… could tell him.
His hands shook a little as he typed out the message. It read: like when i asked for your worst i want that
He had to set the phone aside and just tried to breathe after sending that. God, he’s just making it worse on himself.
He heard his phone go off again, then again, and again.
He couldn’t bring himself to look for a long time. When he did, the first message was a link a fetish gear site, it pictured a specific type of bondage gear. The message read: this? The following two messages had links to other items with the same question.
He answered: yes
He rubbed his hands over his face after. What is he doing with his life?
***
Asa carefully planned their encounter. He only needed to order a couple items. The farmhouse’s basement was well supplied with everything else they’d need. Aside from that he made some modifications to the trunk.
He always works best when he has a clear goal. This one was both simple and difficult. Remove the fear. His best option was re-conditioning. Giving Arkin positive associations. It’s certainly not something that could be cured in one weekend. But if they continue to work on it… well, that would be fun.
He’s glad he asked for clarification as well. A yes to the options he presented was very helpful. It was easier to choose where to go from there. The main point was that Arkin wanted him to do his ‘worst.’ It felt a bit like Arkin liked any excuse to fight against him. Which he was honestly thrilled with.
Thursday afternoon he was sent a rather surprising text. It was a link followed by the words: stretch me open
Fortunately, the link was to something he already owned.
It was a little difficult to finish his final lecture for the day. His mind kept drifting back to what he sent him. He’s doubly glad he decided to continue wearing the cock-cage. He did not need a room full of bored science students noticing an erection.
Well, he’ll put in the final prep tonight then see if he can’t snap Arkin up Friday evening.
***
Arkin was sent a warning text. The monster probably did it to prevent Arkin from stabbing him the moment he’s touched. It couldn’t be for any other reason, could it?
He noticed an unmarked white van pass him on his way back to his apartment. The job site he was coming from was a good forty minute drive to get back home. The van showed up when he had about fifteen minutes left. The white van slowed to just under the speed limit in front of him.
Yeah, that’s him. Obscenely careful driver when he’s not running ambulances off the road.
His hands felt like they'd start shaking if he took his hands off the wheel. His hand miraculously didn’t shake when he reached for a cigarette. It’ll help a little with his nerves.
He fucking asked for this! He shouldn’t be so excited while still being scared out of his mind.
The van signaled well in advance of an upcoming exit. It was a middle of nowhere exit. The road it led to would eventually lead to a small town in either direction.
Arkin waited until the very last second before taking the same exit. The van turned off the road and onto an old carpool parking lot. It parked in the back corner of the lot, where anyone looking from the highway wouldn’t have a good view of it.
He parked a few rows back from it. He finished his cigarette and took a deep breath. The back door of the van popped open. He caught sight of a splash of red in the dark interior.
Fuck. He can’t do this.
He half entertained the idea of grabbing the revolver he kept stashed under his seat. He didn’t. Instead he removed his jacket and stashed his wallet in the glovebox. He got out and locked the doors. The only thing he took with him besides his clothes were his keys.
He leaned his back against his truck’s door. Rethinking it one final time. He glanced to the truckbed and reminded himself this is the same guy that likes being humiliated. The little bitch that likes getting their balls crushed.
He pushed off the truck and headed toward the van. He half expected to be grabbed when he got within a couple feet. He wasn’t.
He stared at the open door and realized Asa was offering him a chance to back out.
Arkin took one final glance around, assuring himself no one was watching, then got in the van. The door slammed behind him and he was immediately grabbed. A hand clamped down over his mouth as he was pushed to the ground.
The red trunk was sitting open next to where he was pinned. A knee drug into his lower back to keep him in place. He fought but really didn’t have much leverage.
His mouth was released long enough for him to get half a word out before a gag was pushed into place. It was a familiar elaborate leather gag that sent a chill down his spine. He used it the first time in the basement. Its base was an open mouth gag with interchangeable secondary gags. It was just the base being secured to him now.
Arkin tried to grab the leather straps and buckles that secured it. He heard and felt a sudden snap and stopped. He knew that sound. As if to confirm it, the rivet gun was held where he could see it.
The man moved to use both legs to pin Arkin’s arms. The rivet gun moved out of view. He should really keep up his struggling but for this he held still. He felt him feed the rivets through the leather then snap them in place. He flinched at the sound each time. It won’t be coming off anytime soon.
He felt a tug at the collar of his shirt. That was a warning, if he wants to keep his clothes in one piece he needs to take them off now. He shook his head, he’d rather he fights to get his clothes off. He heard a low sound of amusement in reply. They both prefer it that way apparently.
He went for his arms first. He slid a leather sleeve over his arm then folded it back on itself. Arkin only put up a show of a fight for this. He knew what he was doing. His arms were secured into pseudo-stubs. The sleeves had extra thick padding at the elbows to make crawling easier. Once both arms were secured the rivet gun was used again. His arms would be stuck like this until the freak decides to release him.
With his arms taken care of, the man moved back. His hands slid down his sides as he moved. Arkin tried to suppress a shiver. His fingers hooked into his waistband and roughly pulled his jeans down, ripping the fabric as he did. His gloved hand immediately slid possessively over his ass.
He jolted when he felt it slide between his legs. He renewed his struggle, actually putting all his strength into trying to knock him off. He yelled into the open gag in protest. The man moved off him but it was to retrieve the gag’s insert. Arkin only managed to roll onto his back before the dick shaped gag was shoved into place. He tried to yell anyway, not much sound actually escaped.
The man was on him again. He saw the flash of reflective eyes and almost stopped struggling entirely. When the fuck did seeing those eyes become a relief?! He is a monster. He’s killed–
He’s swallowing on Arkin’s dick. Arkin did not like how he reflexively swallowed on the dick shaped gag in response. Why does his mouth feel so good? He whined frustration. The man kept his dick in his mouth but kept his head perfectly still. God, he wants to just thrust into his mouth. He doesn’t, mostly because he doesn’t feel like showing him how bad he wants it. Even if the fucker already knows. He’s barely been in the van a full minute. He’s not breaking down that fast.
With his mouth still locked on his dick, he pulled his pants off the rest of the way. He even wrestled with getting his shoes off for him. Arkin started to struggle but quickly realized it would cause him to jerk and thrust into his mouth. Struggle and accept he’ll be thrusting into his mouth and enjoying every second. Or don’t struggle and accept whatever else he’s forcing on him.
Arkin yelled into the gag in frustration. Fine. He’ll facefuck him if he wants it so bad. He jerked his hips up and used what leverage he had to thrust. The man made a pleased sound and actively started sucking him.
Asa was manipulating his legs as he thrust into his mouth. Arkin did understand he was further restraining him. He even knew how he was going to do it. It’s going to happen regardless and he was, begrudgingly, impressed that he made it more fun to struggle.
Arkin did have to do the majority of the work to get off. Asa kept pulling back to force Arkin to raise his hips ever higher to fuck his mouth. He came close to coming a couple times but Asa kept pulling away before it was enough.
Only when his legs were fully secure, folded back and strapped to themselves like his arms, did Asa start moving his mouth closer. He pushed his thighs apart and took over completely. He sealed his lips and forced Arkin’s cock as deeply as he could into his throat.
Arkin came with a sudden cry. Asa kept him locked in his throat until he finished. They were both breathing heavily by the time he finished. He’d been wearing the mask the whole time. One little streak of white made it onto the chin.
Fuck, Arkin thought to himself, why does that look good?
He shifted to get a better idea how much he’d been restrained. Like the first time at the farmhouse, all four limbs were made into pseudo-stumps. He’ll only be able to walk on his elbows and knees. Unlike that first time, he used leather sleeves and belts designed for the purpose. His elbows and knees were thickly padded.
The man took a few moments to tighten and adjust the straps on all four limbs. A further harness was clipped into place around his shoulders but he couldn’t do more than wiggle to protest it.
He held up a strange nozzle and wiggled it in front of his face. Fuck. It was liberally coated in lube then slid against his asshole. He briefly tried to wiggle away from it before it sank into place. He twisted something and the thing expanded inside him. Arkin jerked in surprise as he tugged on it. It wouldn’t be slipping out on its own.
The part Arkin was truly dreading was the trunk. He thrashed when he realized it was next. Amid his thrashing and struggling his shirt was ripped off him. In the end he landed in the trunk, but it was a surprisingly soft landing. That actually made him stop. The interior of the trunk was padded now. He looked up in shock and the trunk wasn’t immediately slammed closed.
Asa threaded something through the side of the trunk, it was quickly attached to the nozzle plugging his ass. A rubberized cock-cage was fitted on him. It wasn’t tight but he knew it wasn’t meant to be. It had metal electrodes built into it. They’d already been treated with a conductive jelly. Next, sticky electrode pads were fixed to his balls. The assortment of cords were threaded through and attached.
Arkin turned his head away and tried to steady his breathing. He asked for this. And he… he trusts him. He’ll make him enjoy it, he always does.
He heard the snap of a glove then felt a warm hand rub over his chest. He turned his head back to look at him. He stared a second before he realized what was happening. He’s waiting for confirmation. He drew in a deep breath through his nose and nodded.
The trunk was slammed closed and he was plunged into darkness.
He screamed into the gag. He tried to bang against the sides, but was stopped by the padding. He wasn’t tied down but he had very little room to move.
Arkin never had claustrophobia, the size of the space isn’t the issue, his fear is being trapped. The night he was dragged through the mud and stuffed in this thing; he had to force himself into calm. He did it by making his map. Counting then cutting. Memorizing the path from the point he was taken to the monster’s lair. He doesn’t need to do that now. He already knows where they’re going.
He heard then felt the van start up and drive off. The same careful driving. Full stop at every sign. Never guns a yellow. Even though he doesn’t need to, he did find himself counting to a hundred. He doesn’t need to mark left or right turns.
Calmer now, he noticed the familiar full feeling starting to build. The enema wasn’t a surprise, he kind of expected it as a given. He shifted uncomfortably as he started to feel every little bump in the road. It steadily distracted him from the lingering fear.
He almost didn’t notice the tingle through his groin. It trickled in as slowly as the liquid filling him. A low buzzing slowly building. He started rocking his hips and became bizarrely glad for the privacy of the trunk. He’s already getting hard again and barely anything happened to him.
He arched his back as the steady buzz turned to a rhythmic pulse. He wasn’t sure how much his ass was filled but it was just enough to put a steady pressure on his prostate. Now every bump caused a little jolt of pleasure.
The gag became a relief. It kept his embarrassing moans and groans muffled. And he did start guiltily sucking on the faux-dick filling his mouth. He never really liked sucking guys off until that fucker. He scared himself a little by picturing his dick in his mouth instead of the gag.
Everything about what they are is wrong. But why does it feel so right?
He grunted as the van fully stopped. He got so distracted he wasn’t even sure they went where he thought they were going. There really were only two places he thought he’d take him but he really didn’t know which one it was. He cursed himself for letting his guard down so much.
He heard the door of the van open and close. The shift of weight of the man exiting. Then he heard the back doors open. He braced himself for the inevitable movement. Instead of unceremoniously dumped out on the ground, the trunk slid out on a gentle incline. Further movements were just as gentle. Nothing like the first time this monster dragged him off in this thing. He had tossed him around like a disgruntled postal worker then.
This… This probably meant something. The thing Arkin could only really admit to while drunk. He felt the heat of his skin flushing at the thought. Why can’t this thing be purely sexual?
A few little bumps as he was moved made his ass clench around the nozzle and really made him aware of how much he was filled. Fuck, why does that have to feel good too?
The vibration that came with the trunk being dragged down a flight of stairs was almost too much. He felt his cock twitch like it wanted to go off again. The vibration seemed to go straight to his prostate and he cried out around the gag when it finally stopped.
It was dragged across what felt like a concrete floor. Then the lid of the trunk was thumped twice. He’s pretty sure that meant he was done moving him.
Okay, there were no sounds of traffic or a garage door when they stopped. Plus a concrete floor, they’re probably at the farmhouse. That was something of a relief.
***
Once Asa got the trunk in the basement he needed to take a second. He leaned against one of the tables and just focused on his breathing. He hadn’t expected it to be just as exhilarating as the night he took him. But it was. It was almost like being high. He caught his most challenging prey.
Now, he’s caught him again.
He fumbled with the remote to the electrodes, almost dropping it. Yes, okay, he might be a little excited. He turned up the electrodes to a rapid pulse. It should feel more like a strong vibration than electricity. A muffled groan came from the trunk and he cracked a smile.
Next, he changed the empty saline bag out. He already knows Arkin can take two full bags. So he might as well do two. Hm, maybe a few hundred mL extra this time. Three bags would be asking too much.
He turned his attention to setting up the rest of the basement.
***
The relief was short-lived.
He’s being filled by much more than before. It’s bad enough it started to compress his bladder. Now he’s fighting with the need to pee with the need to come. The constant pulsing tormenting his cock and balls, started to ache.
He could try to get his attention by banging on the walls of the trunk. That would just cause vibrations that would make his predicament all that more difficult. That left trying to yell for attention. A little humiliating but less than his other options. He took a breath and tried for a different pitch than his previous cries.
It worked.
The lid was flung open and the light blinded him. He saw a blurry shadow of the man over him. The pulsing stopped and he gasped for air around the intrusive gag. He flinched when he heard the sound of packaging open. His vision cleared enough to see him preparing a catheter.
No! No, no, no! He thrashed, hitting his knees against the side of the trunk with as much force as he could. He didn’t care how filled he felt or how his insides cramped with the sudden movement. He can’t let this happen!
The man waited. Probably hoping he’d wear himself out. He eventually got impatient and seized Arkin’s balls. That instantly stopped his thrashing. He gave him a warning squeeze that made him yell.
Breathing heavily through his nose, Arkin decided it was better to hold still. He pushed all four limbs into the sides of the trunk. Fine. He doesn’t have to like it though.
The man went to work inserting the catheter. It burned far less than he expected. Maybe because the freak already put metal rods in his dick. And… bugs. The memory made him shudder.
Once he was finished the man placed a hand on Arkin’s abdomen and pushed. Arkin cried and struggled against him, trying to pull away. He pressed painfully down, compressing both his bladder and his filled ass. He tried to hold his bladder but the catheter took the choice away from him. He turned his head in a sob as he felt his bladder empty against his will.
He was still recovering from that humiliation when he felt a tug at the nozzle in his ass. The tubing was changed but he didn’t feel the relief of being emptied. He whined pathetically, which was apparently what the man wanted. A valve was turned and the liquid in his ass slowly began to drain. The man pushed on his stomach again, speeding it along.
Arkin had started crying at some point but he really wasn’t sure when. It was utterly humiliating to have his own body functions just taken from him. For the moment, he stopped fighting.
He flinched a little as the man ran his hand up and down his torso. It did feel a little nice. Then tingling suddenly returned full force to his dick and balls. He had gone soft but it steadily refilled with the buzz. The intensity steadily increased from what it was before. The pulsing was right on the edge of painful.
The tubing and nozzle were gently removed which should have been a relief. But he knows what he asked for. Even if he’s not sure when, he knows it’s coming. What did happen was two fingers sliding into him. They curled to find his prostate and he jerked in response.
The ceiling's light was directly behind the man so he couldn’t make out his face beyond the bizarre reflective eyes. He ended up turning his head and tightly closing his eyes.
The fingers pumped inside him sending little bursts of pleasure every time they slid over his prostate. He struggled with himself, not wanting to arch his back, it felt like admitting he enjoyed it. Which he was.
His cock deciding to get hard around the catheter felt very bizarre. Even more so when the electricity was turned up. The muscles in his cock started to contract like he was coming without actually coming. It did feel perversely good, like half an orgasm. The pads on his balls were also turned up, just shy of forcing them to contract and push him into a full orgasm.
The fingers stopped to rub directly into his prostate. His ass clenched around them. He couldn’t stop himself from arching his back now. Despite how much his cock had started to hurt from its constant pulsing, it stayed hard. The rubbing fingers kept him right on the edge of a full orgasm.
Another thing he couldn’t stop was the whine that left him. Then he started to push into the fingers. He’s so close. His whine of frustration turned into a needy groan. His prostate was suddenly rubbed with renewed intensity. A couple seconds later his balls drew up.
He cried out as he was finally pushed over the edge. His body tried to push the cum out. It was squeezed in against the catheter and he could feel its slow progress through his dick. He was hit with a strange new relief and pain as his cum dripped out from around the catheter.
Feeling slide down his dick felt strangely embarrassing. Funny, considering he was forced to piss not that long ago. How the fuck can this be more embarrassing?
He groaned as his cock still pulsed from the electrodes despite his orgasm passing. It was maddening. The fingers still circled that spot inside him. A new wave of pleasure building up. He was pushed into two dry orgasms in quick succession before the electrodes were turned off.
He had started crying again. The pleasure becoming almost torturous. He yells around the gag in frustration but it turns into a sob.
The fingers finally pull out.
God, he hates him. Or is it the other thing? No! He hates him. Hates.
He doesn’t see what it is, but something is pushed into his ass. It went in easily. It’s pushing directly against his oversensitive prostate.
The lid of the trunk was slammed close. He was plunged back into darkness.
Yes. Hates him. He hates him and nothing else.
The trunk was moved once again. His ass clenched on the toy and he jumped as it rubbed directly on his prostate.
The trunk wasn’t taken far before it was stood on end. All his weight was forced onto his legs. He was in a sort of kneeling position. It didn’t help that his ass kept clenching on the toy. He hated how much he wanted to be fucked right then. He groaned a little to himself. Why does he have to lov–like him so much.
It felt like he was left there for an eternity but it probably was just a few minutes. The lid opened like a door in front of him. The light in the room was no longer blinding. It had been turned down. He was able to make out the room and the man crouched a few feet away. He had taken his mask off. Now he seemed to be waiting on Arkint o make the next move.
So, what were his choices? Stay in the trunk and what…? Get forced into coming over and over? Which… which isn’t really a bad thing but it is lonely. No, he’d rather feel Asa more directly right now. He tentatively shifted his weight forward, he expected to land hard on his elbows. Instead, he put his hands on his chest and gently guided him to the ground. He didn’t have gloves on, his hands felt so good right then.
In a moment of weakness, he leaned forward to nuzzle against the man’s inner thigh. He made an embarrassing little whine of a noise. Maybe Asa won’t understand what he wants and it’ll save him the embarrassment.
His hands went to his gag and removed the dick shaped insert. His mouth was still held open by the rest of the gag. He’s already figured it out, Arkin realized as he felt his face burn.
The man shifted into a kneeling position in front of him. Arkin shifted with him, keeping his head against his thigh. He stared at the ground, distantly noticing the drops of saliva coming from him. He sighed then tilted his head up. The man’s hands hesitated at his fly. Arkin let out a huff of air then nodded against him.
He undid his fly, then did something else? It took Arkin a second to realize, he’s taking off a cock-cage. That sent a shiver through him. Still a bitch even when he’s on top. Well, that made him feel less guilty about drawing his dick in as soon as he had the chance.
Fuck, he never thought he end up liking sucking dick. He caught the tip of his dick in the opening for the gag. After that he drew in as much as he could as fast as he could. The surprised groan was well worth it.
He couldn’t use his lips as much as he wanted because of the gag but he can make up for it by using his tongue. He pulled back to swirl his tongue around the head. Asa made needy little sounds he was trying to stifle. Yeah, he can still get to him even when he’s technically helpless.
He pushed back onto him, nearly knocking him over. He brought both his bound arms up to rest on Asa’s legs. He refocused his efforts on making him come. He felt one of his hands cradle the back of his head while the other slid over his back. He shivered in response. Maybe… maybe this is the good kind of fucked up?
At the first twitch, Arkin took in as much as he could. He’s also choosing to ignore the whining sound that came out of his own mouth. He swallowed hard, pushing his tongue up firmly against the underside of his cock. It pulsed a second later. He doesn’t normally notice the cum with him that deep but this time he distinctly felt it hit his throat. It was far more than he expected too. Is he just keeping himself caged all the time?
He couldn’t help the little cough as he pulled off. Yeah, that’s a lot more than he expected. The man pushed him back up into a kneeling position. He tilted Arkin’s head back and was obviously looking down his throat. He almost laughed. All he did was cough, it’s not like he choked.
When the man was satisfied, he turned his attention between Arkin’s legs. He removed the electrodes, including the rubberized cage. He flinched when he touched the catheter. His entire urethra still burned, any movement of the catheter hurt. He saw his hands hesitate, then do something to whatever that stuff at the end was. Arkin let himself slump forward, putting his head against his chest.
A stinging pain started, he was slowly removing the catheter. It was a relief but still a painful process. He shuddered and turned his head away. Even though he was being quiet, the man started to shush him as he neared the end of the catheter. It had the opposite effect, he sobbed a couple times as it pulled free.
“Are you done?” he asked him in a low, almost concerned voice.
He shook his head harder than he intended. He doesn’t want to stop, which should probably feel more wrong than it does.
The man heaved a sigh and hugged him tightly. “Good,” he said softly. He just held him for a while before moving on. He got up and picked out a different inset for the gag. It was another dick-shaped gag but wider than the previous one. It really had to be forced through the ring. Once inside, it took up his entire mouth. He couldn’t even move his tongue.
Next he closed and moved the trunk. He laid it back down in front of Arkin. He struggled as the man picked him up and put him face down on the trunk. He quickly put a thick belt around his waist. Arkin realized why a second later. A chain was clipped to either side of the belt and attached to the tie-down points embedded in the floor.
Surprisingly, the man released his legs. He eased him into unfolding them. Of course, his reason for releasing them was only to restrain him in a new way. Arkin growled at him when he saw the spreader bar. Asa patronizingly patted his head which made Arkin try to kick him when he tried to attach it. It was put into place regardless.
The man’s hand felt over his ass for the toy. He gently rocked it a couple times and Arkin tried not to react at all. Even as he badly wanted to rock his hips. The man hummed and eventually removed the toy.
***
Asa stood back to take in the scene. He had always wanted to bend him over the trunk but never got the chance. Now he’s nicely cleaned and presented. His legs spread wide with his ass presented. His cock pressed up against the side of the trunk. Maybe once his balls refill, he’ll milk him and streak the side with white.
He idly ran his hand over an asscheek. He could tell Arkin was trying to stay still and not let on if he liked any of it. That’ll make it more fun. He moved a thumb to lightly press against the ring of muscle and he tensed underneath him. He does know what he’ll eventually do.
He stepped away but drug his hand across his body as he moved. He got a faint hint of a shiver through his fingers. He already gathered everything on a table but he decided to make a quick detour to pick up a crop. He hadn’t originally planned on impact play tonight but his ass is so nicely presented.
He brought the crop down sharply against both cheeks. Arkin jerked and growled at him again. It’s tempting to remove his gag and hear all the ways he’ll pay him back for this. Maybe later.
The next few strikes were met with grunts and growls. Does he know, he wondered, that at a certain point his rage becomes beautiful? Another hit and he’s trying to angrily yell through the gag. Asa paused to rub the tip of the crop over Arkin’s cock, which had filled out rather quickly. Arkin tried to thrash in response but it didn’t accomplish much.
He set the crop aside with a soft chuckle. He ran a possessive hand over his ass as he turned to prepare some lube. He easily slid two fingers into him, he had suspected Arkin had been stretching himself the whole week. He supposes he’ll know if that’s true soon enough. But first, he’ll just take a few moments to rub his fingers into his prostate. He played at the spot until Arkin started to tremble. Back to the task at hand.
Asa moved the metal contraption into place, he added a couple straps to it to help hold it tight against him. It was a large metal ring with a series of retractable arms in the center. Made specifically to stretch and train an asshole. He already lubed up the cluster of arms and they slid in without resistance. He went clockwise, slowly pulling the arms, and Arkin, open.
At about two inches wide open, Arkin started squirming. It wasn’t a true struggle. He was both pushing into it and pulling away.
Time for some encouragement. He picked up a small vibrator and turned it on. The sound got Arkin’s attention because he tensed immediately. He traced the toy around the metal ring then deposited it inside him. He nestled it right over his prostate.
Arkin made a series of interesting sounds through his gag. His squirming got significantly worse. Asa continued to spread him with the metal contraption. His theory that Arkin had been stretching himself seems to be correct. The skin showed no signs of being close to its limit.
***
Fuck.
This is what he wanted but he hadn’t expected it to feel so fucking good. That may have something to do with the vibrator left buzzing away as he continued to stretch him. It was giving him constant waves of pleasure, which would be fine, except the area was becoming painfully over sensitive the longer it was there. He had a series of dry orgasms that made him jump. They were painfully pleasurable. His urethra was still angry from the forced orgasm around the catheter. His cock pulsed, each pulse stinging.
His struggling now was in an effort to dislodge the vibe, even a little. It worked somewhat. He got it to roll slightly to the side. The torturous stimulation became pleasingly distant.
Mercifully, Asa did not move the vibrator. He was more focused on stretching him. He felt so obscenely stretched already but he was finally reaching his limit. A part of him wanted him to keep going until it was painfully unbearable, he’s trying to ignore that part.
Arkin panted around his gag. The man finally stopped stretching him. His hand patted his ass twice. Their usual signal to say they’re stopping something but continuing with everything else. His ass tried to clench and he became very aware how wide he’s been spread. He sobbed a little, hating and loving it.
The man lightly traced the inside of his anus to really show him how much he stretched. While doing that, he stopped to firmly press the vibrator directly against his prostate. Arkin jerked forward, inadvertently humping the trunk. He screamed as his entire body decided to spasm. It was only when he let up the pressure that Arkin’s body started to listen to him again.
The hand traced over his ass again. It followed the curve of the back as he moved in front of him. He heard a knife being drawn but he didn’t have enough in him to give a shit. The knife cut the straps restraining his arms and the padded sleeves were pulled off. Not that helped his situation much. The only thing it allowed him to do was tear the fat dick insert out of the gag. As soon as it was out of his mouth he gasped for air. It felt like he wasn’t getting enough through his nose alone.
The man hooked a finger through a strap on the gag. Arkin nodded and the strap was cut. He pulled the rest of the gag off and it clattered to the floor.
He started to move away but Arkin grabbed his wrist. He yanked him back. “Get that thing outta me,” he growled out.
Infuriatingly, he just made an amused sound and pulled his arm away. He moved out of reach behind him. He removed the vibrator but it was only to turn it up.
“Don’t you fucking–” he choked as it was jammed against his prostate again. It hit like lightning this time. With no gag to muffle him a full scream left him, sobs soon intermingled with it. He lost the sense of everything around him. All he could feel was intense pleasure that crashed into pain in waves.
There was a break as he let up on the vibrator.
He felt lightheaded and it was difficult to concentrate. He had gripped the trunk so hard his knuckles turned white. “Please stop…” he turned to begging.
He didn’t stop.
The next wave was as intense as the one before it. His vision flashed white. For a moment, he let go and just let himself feel.
He let up again.
Arkin tried to gather himself. He switched to demanding. “Stop!” he yelled. It was awkward with his waist restrained but he tried to turn and look back at him.
Oh, fuck! He looks happy.
He firmly jammed it against him again. With a little fucking smile as he did it. Arkin’s body seized up on him. His back started to arch without his permission. He cried out as it shifted to more pleasurable than painful. It felt like something actually came out of his dick this time.
The toy was finally removed. Arkin let his upper body collapse on the trunk. The man came into view again. He crouched down next to him then put a hand on his head. “I want you to do the same to me tomorrow,” he said in a soft voice that almost sounded affectionate.
“I’ll do worse, you fucking pussy!” Arkin spat. He was close enough he could grab at him. He hooked his hand behind his neck and yanked. It disbalanced him enough he landed on his knees. That made him feel a little better.
Asa managed to pull himself away a second later. As he got back to his feet he laughed. “Good,” he said in a clearly affectionate voice.
Arkin yelled in frustration. It would be easier if he just hated him.
He moved out of view again. “I almost took you to the place you tortured me but it didn’t seem fitting,” he explained. The thing that was spreading his ass started to ease off.
“I’ll fucking throw in this box and take you there!” Arkin was surprised how much he had to force himself to sound angry. The decreased strain on his ass was making him melt. Like the first time in this basement, his ass remained open despite the removal of the spreader. It was probably only gaping a fraction of an inch but it felt much much bigger.
His hands ran over his ass. He felt along the edges of the stretched muscle then hooked his thumb inside. There was no resistance. Arkin ended up pushing into it. God, he really shouldn’t but it feels so good. Now if he’ll just stick his dick in him.
He drew in a sharp breath when he felt the head of his dick trace his stretched opening. He’s not pushing in no matter how much Arkin pushes back to meet him. Fucker wants him to beg, doesn’t he?
Arkin growled and snapped, “Put your fucking dick in me!”
It turned out to be an acceptable demand. His dick easily slid in the rest of the way. Arkin shivered as he brushed by his abused prostate. He might regret his demand. Asa moved with slow deliberate strokes.
Arkin pushed himself up on his elbows as his back decided to arch again. He does remember when Asa told him he wanted to bend him over the trunk. That thought had guiltily stuck with him since. It would be nice if this replaces the nightmares.
Asa’s hands moved his hands to the belt securing him. He pulled it taught as he sped up. There wasn’t any room for Arkin to move his hips anymore but he really didn’t need to. He was being fucked at near perfect pace. Despite how stretched he’d been, the steady strokes against his over-sensitive prostate was making his ass try to clench down.
In the moment, Arkin stopped caring about everything else. It just felt right. He wasn’t disgusted with how much he trusted the man behind him. He’s only ever made getting fucked feel good, unlike Arkin’s previous experiences. “Fuck, please…” he groaned out.
The breathing behind him faltered. A flurry of hard and erratic thrusts followed. He felt his cock pulse inside of him. Each pulse caused a strange surge of pleasure for Arkin, which hasn’t really happened before. He’s never felt something like that from somebody coming inside him. He was left gasping despite not having a distinct orgasm of his own.
Asa staggered and ended up leaning over him. His hands landed next to Arkin’s on the edge of the trunk as he caught himself.
Neither of them said anything as they slowly disentangled themselves. He released Arkin’s ankles and helped him out of the belt. Once Arkin got his feet under him again, he glanced back at the trunk. There were splashes of white across the side. It was more than he thought… Jesus, how many times did he come since he jumped in the van?
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