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Even among the assorted bizarre folks you’ve met since getting those glasses, Jerry was one of the weirder ones, if not just in virtue of his obsession. The man was a hoarder, plain and simple. You almost got buried under a pile of whatever-the-fuck the moment you stepped into his cluttered domain of curiosities, and he lived like that every day. He did not take kindly to being questioned about it, and certainly not prodded to get rid of anything . God forbid you say a dead fly won’t be useful later, or that the button he meticulously arranged on a pile of boxes was just something that fell off your jeans, and not some sort of ancient relic. And while you’ve been gently trying to guide him in the direction of healing, the process is slow. No matter, it was for his own damn good, so you’d do it.
Luckily, he had developed a fondness for you quite quickly. He attached himself completely to anyone who even mildly respected his trove of treasures, and you not calling anything ‘junk’ or ‘trash’ immediately shot you up to the top of his affections, earning you a space among the museum’s endless delights, for better or worse. You made sure to visit him regularly, gently trying to talk him out of displaying another paperclip or piece of lint. Today was another one of those days, as you made your way over to him. The shift in environment when you used your dateviators on the drawer was always jarring, but the over-cluttered museum you entered was becoming familiar. You stepped over piles of crumpled up paper and old wires, calling out to the curator.
Silence.
You called again.
“Over here! Ah-ow!” You heard a voice from much deeper inside. Panic shot through you. The strain in his voice made you immediately worry that he might’ve finally gotten buried under a mountain of stuff, fate’s hungry claws finally wrapping around him for his spaceless hubris. But, no. When you rushed over, there was no suffocating man on the ground, no broken bones or barely-clinging breaths.
But it was quite the scene.
There, right in front of your eyes, sat Jerry. Or, well, it would be more accurate to say he was suspended, held up in a tangled mess of flicking christmas light and twine. He gave you a wobbly smile, another piece of drywall hitting his head and tumbling down.
“Ah! I didn’t expect to see you today, my love— ow !— I would’ve set up all my new exhibits! Oh, you’ll love them, they’re so—“
“Jerry, why are you tangled up?”
“Oh!” He cleared his throat. “Well, you see…”
The collapsed ladder right next to him told you exactly what happened. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“You know what, don’t tell me.” You stepped up to him, studying the situation for a moment before reaching out to touch one of the wires. He jolted a little, hissing in pain, and you drew your hand back. They were clearly very tightly bound around him, snaking around his torso, his legs, keeping one arm pinned to his torso and the other high above his head. “Well… I guess I’ll cut you loose.”
“Cut it?!” He gasped, looking at you like you had just told him you were going to gut a puppy. “Absolutely not! This is a priceless artifact we’re talking about here! A string of beautiful lights, oh, they could be handcrafted! As a gift to a lover, maybe? Why, the hypothetical emotional value is endless!”
“…I’m pretty sure I bought those from a thrift store for a 1.99…”
“And before they ended up in the thrift store?”
You paused, then sighed in exasperation. “I don’t know.”
“Exactly!” He shifted in his restraints, making him sway side to side just a little. “Imagine an old lady coming to your door, asking if you had bought the precious string of lights her childhood sweetheart had given her, and you have to tell her that you cut it up! Why, it’s—“
“Okay, okay!” You threw your hands up in surrender. “I’ll find another way. Just, uh… hang in there?”
He looked up at the wires holding him tightly, then shook his head solemnly. “I will…”
“Not like you have much choice, anyway.” You stood on the tips of your toes, trying to reach the topmost wires that bound his arm and wrist. “How long have you been trapped like this, anyway?”
“Oh, not long…”
You gave him a look.
“…four hours.”
“ Four hours ?!” You stopped all movement in disbelief. The position had brought you extremely close, your face inches from him. It gave you a good look at his nervous smile, and the shift of his eyes, the sweat beading on his forehead. You had half the mind to knock him upside the head. “Why didn’t you call for help?”
“I did! But…” He glanced at the piles of stuff all around you. Your blood ran cold.
“…all the stuff you have in here muffled your voice.”
He said nothing, just looked down, lips drawn tight together. You couldn’t help your voice from raising just a little, but you kept it calm.
“Jerry, this has to stop.”
He began to say your name, but you cut him off.
“Do you even understand what just happened here?! What if I hadn’t showed up when I did? Would you be suspended like this for another four hours? Another day?” You felt irritation bubbling up in your chest, threatening to fill your throat with the digusting taste of anger.
“I’m not throwing anything out!” He snapped at you. It was rare to see him like this, face red with embarrassment and anger, teeth grit together. “This— all of this is important to me! You know how precious all this is to me—“
“But it's hurting you!” You yank one of the wires, and he winces. “There comes a point, Jerry, and you’ve crossed it long ago.”
You’re sure if he didn’t already hold such positive regard for you, he would’ve screamed at you to get out, bit at you, anything. But instead, he just went silent, face scrunched up in a conflicted mix of emotion. After a long moment, you sighed, moving both your hands up to rest on his cheeks.
“Listen, I’m not going to force you to throw anything out, okay? The final call will always be yours.” You run your thumbs over his skin, and he seems to loosen a little, leaning into your touch. “But once you’re out of this mess, we’re going through all of this, you and I. We’re going to find a solution that doesn’t involve tossing anything, okay?”
He took a deep, shaky breath, finally meeting your gaze. “…okay.”
“Good.” You dropped your hands from him, taking a relieved sigh. “Now… try to relax while I figure this out.”
“Thank you…” He hung his head, clearly very exhausted. You could already imagine all the red gouges you’ll find in his skin from all these wires digging into him like this. But for now, your main priority was just getting him on his feet again. You tried one of the wires wrapping around his chest, gently tracing your hand down to it and pulling. He tensed, but stayed still as you created some slack in it. You moved slowly, eventually getting it to a point where he could wiggle around a little. He shifted around as you worked, tense and flushed under your touch. He bit down on his lip to stop a sound of pain from escaping him when you unraveled one from his calf. Then, you moved up to his thigh. The sound escaped him fully when you grabbed that wire.
That was not a sound of pain.
You looked up at him, to his red face, parted lips, wide eyes. That was not an expression of a hurt man. It was one of a…
“Ah, I’m sorry, I—“ He stuttered out, averting your gaze in embarrassment. Before he could speak further, you pulled the restraint, and another one of those whines tore through him. The realization of what was happening hit you like a freight train, and you found yourself slowly beginning to smile.
You had been so caught up on getting him out you didn’t realize how much of a compromising position he was truly in at the moment. Wired digging into his flesh, keeping him trapped and helpless before you, wrapped around his thighs so enticingly. You traced one of the wires wrapped around his abdomen, following its line to his hip. He sucked in a breath, head falling back slightly.
“My love… this is… oh, wow… ” he trailed off when your hand brushed the front of his pants, a large, shaky grin on his face, his glasses askew on his face. The atmosphere in the room shifted drastically, definitely a few degrees warmer, and it wasn’t because of all the insulation his stuff created.
“Didn’t know you were into this kind of thing.” You chuckled, moving closer to wrap your arms around his waist, placing your chin on his chest and looking up at him. He was suspended quite a bit off the ground, making it hard to reach his face.
“Neither did I!” He looked down at you with stars in his eyes, with that flushed face and wobbly grin you had come to know well. You were pressed right up against him, so you could feel the bulge in his pants on your abdomen. He was never good with hiding the way he felt, nor did he necessarily try to. It made for some very nice reactions whenever you made any sort of advancement on him, when you brushed your hand against his or even just gave him a suggestive look. Or even in this moment, when you were fiddling with his belt, unclasping it slowly. He let out a stuttering gasp, involuntarily pushing his hips further into your touch. You slipped off his belt, tossing it to the side, letting it get swallowed up in the piles of random stuff he had laying around.
“I suppose this is a day of discoveries.” You chuckled, shifting his pants down just enough to expose his cock, already hard and aching, a bead of precum running down its length. He jolted a little as the air hit him, and you pressed a fingertip to the head, tracing that small slit slowly.
“Wh-whoah nelly!” He let his head fall back, unable to do much but relax into your touch. You moved down to replace your fingers with your tongue, stroking up and down the length of him as you lavished attention on his tip, swirling your tongue around it slowly.
His hips stuttered into you, using what limited mobility he had in a vain attempt to get even closer to the pleasure you were giving him. You took your mouth off of him to look around. He must have something around here you can use to enhance this experience for him. And, lo and behold, a screwdriver was perfectly perched on a nearby box.
You considered it for a moment, pausing your movements. He blinked down at you in bleary confusion, chest heaving up and down and up again.
“My love…?” His voice was a downright whine, the needy drawl of his words sending a pleasant shiver through you. “Is something wrong?”
“Oh, very wrong. Very, very wrong.” Your fingers curl around the screwdriver, testing its weight in your hands with a little bounce. Of course, the metal part was much too thin and sharp to be anything useful, but the handle… thick, heavier where it bulged out at the end, lined with ridges made for better grip… “I’m not pleasing you enough.”
“What?! Darling! You are more than enough! You—“ His eyes landed on the screwdriver in your hands, and he stopped in his tracks. “Um… what are you planning?”
You stepped in between his legs again, spreading them a little further apart, his breath stuttered as the motion made the rope dig just a little more into his flesh. “What say you we… make use of this environment you so carefully cultivated for us?”
“What do you— oh!” His whole body jumped when you pressed the tip of the handle against the head of his cock. “Bedknobs and broomsticks!”
“What do you think?”
“Well— uhm… oh, jeez louise…” He laughed sheepishly. “I’m sure Robert wouldn’t mind…”
“Is that his name?” You looked at the screwdriver, tracing it down the length of his cock, gathering as much precum as you could. He swallowed, shifting around in his restraints.
“Mmhm. He’s uh— ah! A very helpful soul—“ He cut himself off by biting his lip. “Always fixing other people’s problems— haha…”
“Well then, I’m sure he’ll love a problem like this.” You tapped the screwdriver against his thigh, watching the way his muscles tighten beneath it. “Relax, now. Let us take care of you.”
He muttered something indecipherable under his breath, lifting his hips a little into the touch. However, you took the tool off of him. Before he could protest, you lifted it up to your lips, licking a long stripe up the length of the handle. His jaw dropped open, watching you in a complete trance. You couldn’t help but smile just a little as you took it into your mouth, slipping it past your lips and pressing it down onto your tongue. He let out a strangled sound, teeth gritted together as he ogled this lewd display. Once it was sufficiently coated in your saliva, you slowly pulled it out, making direct eye contact with him as you did so. You didn’t have to spread his legs this time, they were already wide open in anticipation of you, welcoming you in.
“You want this a lot, huh…?” You teased, pressing the handle over his entrance, rubbing it in slow circles with the tip. He squirmed, a long, drawn out hum of pleasure ripped from his throat.
“Mmhm! Mmhm!” He nodded repeatedly, a wobbly, lovesick grin on his face. Glasses askew on his nose, illuminated by the flickering, burnt-out glow of the Christmas lights that bound him at your mercy… oh, he was truly a sight to behold. You pressed it into him just a little, pushing past his rim just to pull it back out again. “I am so so happy— sooooo ready…”
You hummed in approval, sliding it back into him. He sucked in a breath at the sudden stretch, shifting around to get comfortable on it. You leaned forward to kiss down his chest, letting your teeth graze over the stubble on his sternum while you pushed it as far as it could go. You gave it a moment, allowing him time to adjust.
“You alright?”
“Discovering loads of new things about myself tonight.” He chuckled, grinding down on the handle just a little. “C’mon, give it to me!”
You didn’t hesitate a moment further. You gripped the metal tightly, beginning to thrust the tool in and out of him. You didn’t bother to start slow or ramp up, not when your lover was pleading like this, laid out before you like a fine feast… oh, and especially not when he was making sounds like this .
Jerry was the brutally honest sort. He never was one to hide what he was feeling, wearing his heart firmly pinned to the cuff of his stained sleeve. And now, when that heart was being thoroughly pounded against his chest while you angled the thick, uneven surface of the handle up , he spilled out everything he had to offer you. He moaned out your name, cries of ‘more’ , ‘thank you ’, ‘dear’ tumbling from his slightly swollen lips with wild abandon. The multicoloured lights shimmered off the sheen of sweat on his skin, framing him in a beautiful, picturesque glow. You moved your free hand to his cock again, feeling the way it throbbed under your touch. You slowed down your motions and focused in on his prostate, hitting it with each lazy roll of your wrist.
“ Yes , yes yes yes yes—“ He cried, throwing his head back. “I’m about to—“
“Not yet.” You punctuated your words with a bite to his chest, squeezing the base of his cock tightly in lieu of a ring. He whined like a kicked dog, looking down at you with glistening eyes, tears gathering at the corners. One drop ran down his cheek, stopping only when caught by the sparse hair on his chin.
You stopped all motion, letting the pleasure that ramped up inside him dissipate slowly. He bucked into nothing, desperately searching for friction in the air. After a moment, he choked out a sob, going completely limp. His head fell to his chest, his body held up only by the string of pretty lights. You let your breath fan over his skin for a moment, tracing a line up his cock, making him flinch. Then, you started up again.
Tears flowed freely down his face now, staining his glasses and his contorted face. You reached up and grabbed his chin, making him open his eyes to meet yours. He let out a low sound through his gritted teeth, the ghost of a smile passing over his lips for a second. That's all the confirmation you needed. You let his head fall limp again, standing up on the tips of your toes to kiss his forehead before beginning to stroke his cock again.
“Love…” He whispered, glazed over eyes fixed on your hands. “Please?”
“No.” You reiterated. “Not yet.”
So started that agonizingly slow rhythm, the slick sounds of your hand working his cock, the sounds that filled the air whenever you hit that spot inside him… it all served to make you terribly hot under the collar. But your own pleasure could wait. You were sure he wouldn’t let you leave without dropping to his knees and shoving his mouth between your legs anyway. You couldn’t exactly say you hated that attentive part of him.
You only denied him a few more times before letting him cum, spilling all over his abdomen and your hand. It wasn’t with a scream of your name or a loud cry for mercy, but a quiet, pitiful whimper, the continued edging stunning him into total silence at the intensity of his orgasm.
You moved your hand from his cock to his thigh, tracing little comforting circles into his skin and resting your head against his heaving chest. After a moment, you slowly pulled the screwdriver out of him, letting it clatter to the ground. While he’d typically chastise you for being so careless with his prized possessions, you don’t think he could even process that anymore.
“Oh, wow— I mean— whoah…” He laughed, slowly coming to. “That was…”
“Amazing? I hope so.” You smiled, pulling yourself off of him. “Y’know, I should tie you up purposefully next time. It’ll be more comfortable than whatever this is.”
“Mm. Yeah. That’d be great.” He nodded while you began to work on the rest of the restraints, slowly loosening them. It took a while, but eventually, you undid the last loop, letting him fall into your open arms. He immediately buried his face in your neck, letting out a content hum. You stroked through his tangled mop of hair, working out some of the objects that got caught up in it while you lowered him to sit on a nearby box. You leaned back to observe his condition.
Shit.
His pale skin was cut through with deep lines of red, clear outlines of wires and lightbulbs snaking all over his body. You pressed a fingertip to one that wrapped over his collarbone, making him hiss out a breath in pain. “Jesus…”
“How bad is it?”
“…pretty bad. I’ll get an icepack for you.” You pat his thigh comfortingly, moving to stand up, only to be stopped by your wrist being snatched by his needy hands.
“Wait!” He yanked you so hard you almost stumbled into him. “You haven’t came yet.”
You froze. Ah, there it was. You sighed in exasperation, letting him pull you to lay next to him on the pile of boxes.
“Alright. Do your worst.”
He grinned so wide his cheeks must hurt, and pounced on you again.