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THE SPECIALIST, PART 5
"Is he dead?!" Malik demanded, fear visibly present in his voice.
"No, just sleeping. I gave him a very light dose of an anesthesia. He should come to in... ohh, 15 minutes or so."
"Great! That's enough to put him on the table and strap him even more!" the blond announced triumphally. "Although... I WOULD feel a lot better if you gave him more than a 'very light dose'... I get the feeling this guy is hard to drop...."
The white-haired boy giggled. "No need." He waved the second needle. "We will also inject him with this. It's a muscular inhibitor. In other words, Bakura-sensei will be awake, conscious, but unable to move one finger."
"Awake? Whoa! He's gonna be even more pissed off than if he was unconscious!" Malik exclaimed. "That's great!"
Ryou lowered his head, his smile disappearing. "I will be in DEEP shit though..." A sniffle.
"Don't worry! You can come and live at my place! It's not like my sister would care anyway."
"Really?" Ryou cheered up.
"Yes," the blond let out before placing a gentle kiss on Ryou's lips. "You could sleep in my bed too..."
Another kiss, in which the technician abandoned himself to, wrapping his arms around Malik's neck, tasting the mouth of his new boyfriend...
"Nuh..." they heard Bakura groaning, slowly waking up, eyebrows frowing with pain.
"Already?" Malik shouted. "Shit! Quick, Ryou! Help me!"
Both boys dragged the tied-up doctor onto the examination table and swiftly stripped him, cutting his clothes to remove them without loosening the straps. Feet in the stirrups, Bakura laid peacefully, eyes closed, lips very slightly parted.
"He's beautiful when he sleeps," Ryou murmured, feeling almost sorry for his superior. "He looks like an angel."
"Come on! Shoot him full of that other zombie-muscle-relaxer thingy before he wakes up!" Malik urged.
Almost heartbroken, Ryou drew out the second needle and pressed its sharp end over Bakura's arm. "I'm sorry, Bakura-sensei," he murmured even more softly. Ziffft! The clear liquid left the needle for Bakura's veins.
Malik clapped his hands. "Excellent. I take his ass."
"Uh?" Ryou let out, visibly puzzled.
His partner grinned. "How about you straddle his face and force him to suck you? This would be a great payback!"
"But... but what if he refuses? And BITES me?" the boy gasped.
Both boys flinched from the mental image.
"Then you could menace him with another shot... Let's seee..." Malik browsed through the small bottles, frowning at his ignorance about their contents, but still shouting "Ah!" as he found something familiar. "Here, take this."
Ryou read the label, "Oestrogen," eyes widening, realizing Malik's plan.
"You see?" Malik grinned even more widely, if it was possible. "If he doesn't comply, we'll threaten him to morph him into a chick! Now let's play a bit, shall we?" He unzipped his jeans-- having buttoned them crookedly in the darkness of the bathroom hiding-place-- and let out his erection, stroking it gently. "This is gonna be fun..."
Ryou took his pants off, but kept his labcoat on. "I... I don't want you to stare at my rear while I do it," he mumbled under the other boy's questioning eyes, blushing furiously. Malik gave him a quick peck on the cheek before helping Ryou onto the table, to straddle Bakura's neck.
The doctor moaned as he slowly open his eyes, then stared at Ryou. His dark, narrowed eyes sent glares up at the youth, yet a smile was plastered over his lips.
"Judging from the nasty draft I can feel between my legs," he mumbled slowly, blurrily; "I'm naked, feet in the stirrups, and Mr. Ishtar is before me. Am I right?"
Ryou trembled. Bakura's piercing eyes always had the effect of making him nervous. Yet he respected his sensei! Why Bakura couldn't be always gentle and nice, like he was on the rare instances he took his job seriously?
"B-Bakura-sensei..." Ryou started, "You will, p-please, suck me."
The medical man smiled again. A raspy chuckle. Then he surprised both boys by slurring out, "Very well, my lovely."
Without lowering his eyes from Ryou, Bakura opened his mouth and started to nibble on Ryou's member.
"Ahhh!" the youth moaned, closing his eyes and biting his finger to prevent himself from screaming.
Pleased with his partner's screams of pleasure, Malik coated his fingers with the sterile lube. "It might be a little cold, Mr. Bakura," the boy mocked before invading the older man's entrance with a rough finger. Around Ryou's cock, Bakura moaned lightly, sending vibrations down the technician's growing member.
"You trampy little blond piece of shit, just you WAIT until I get out of these straps...We'll see how long you'll be laughing...."
One, two, three of Malik's fingers soon found their way inside Bakura, stretching the hole a bit, feeling how tight the man was. He wanted to give him pain! Should he use the strange metallic instrument as well? That specu-something? Ah, maybe later... but first, he needed to come. AND humiliate that doctor who had so unscrupulously invaded his most intimate area.
Never mind that he hadn't minded while it was happening. The prostate examination. The cotton swabs. Oh my, no. Malik had just been under the impression that... well, that these kind of favors were not the kind you had done to you at the doctor's, but rather the kind that you asked permission before doing to a lover. Or at least a close friend. Jonouchi. Malik hesistated with his three fingers half-splayed inside Bakura's tight passage, vaguely remembering Jonouchi's golden hair, bold eyes, aggressive hands... eager mouth... skittish fingers... they had been virgins together... that summer had been so hot...
Malik stopped short with his cock in one hand, Bakura's prostate just out of reach of the other. Ryou was murmuring breathily amidst the soft sucking sounds, rolling his hips and gripping Bakura's head. Bakura was arching his back desperately now, clenching his muscles around Malik's fingers... And Malik froze. How could he do THIS? Actually fuck? He didn't know how to do it... he was still mostly a virgin! Why on Earth did Jounouchi have to dump him BEFORE they had a chance to complete a real sexual intercourse? Goddamn Jonouchi.
Malik took a deep breath. He tried to remember how Ryou had entered him, just a few minutes ago... slowly... gently... gradually. Ryou had been behind him, of course, so he couldn't see what was being done, but how complicated could it be? Another deep breath. Slipping his fingers out of Bakura and smoothing the leftover lubricant up and down his aching cock, he hesitantly pointed the tip at Bakura's entrance. Pushed. Pushed. Took another breath. Pushed.
"Ngggg!!" he whimpered suddenly, feeling the tight anal ring gripping his aching member. Oh gods, I'm inside him. I'm IN. Holy shit... Instinctively, he soon started to buck his hips, letting himself slide in and out of Bakura. 'Geeezus, I could do that for hours!' he mentally moaned. And Ryou's constant moans were not helping Malik restrain himself in any way.
Ryou was indeed moaning louder by the minute, enjoying how his mentor's mouth worked expertly on his length. "Bakura-sensseeeeeeeei," he almost sang, trailing his fingers through Bakura's white mane. "Ghaa!" he gasped, feeling a delicate finger pressing into his own anus, which gently stroked him before pushing in even further. Ryou smiled and relaxed, glancing over his shoulder to thank Malik for the gentle intrusion. The smile he had before faded quickly as he realized it was not Malik who had entered him. His muscles tightened instantly as cold sweats ran down his forehead.
"Eeeek!" he squeaked, putting some distance between his crotch and Bakura's face. The doctor caught the movement; as Ryou tried to back away, he seized the boy by one wrist, making the youth lose his balance and fall onto his chest. Now nose to nose, the two white-haired creatures looked into each other's eyes. One face grinning with overconfidence, the other clearly etched with fear.
Sliding subtlely under Ryou's lab-coat, Bakura's hands snaked around the youth's legs, feeling their softness.
"Thought I couldn't hold my drugs, eh Ryou, my dear?" Bakura whispered low enough that Malik couldn't hear. Bakura painfully tightened his grip around Ryou's thighs, making the boy wince.
Ryou opened his mouth and drew a panicky breath.
"One word and I'll snap your neck, my boy," Bakura sneered between clenched teeth. Ryou stayed still and silent. "Very good. Now, my pretty Ryou, I want you to put your cock back into my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth. Got it?"
Ryou was still paralysed under fear. Bakura could still move!! Bakura got rid of his straps around his wrists!! His ankles were still tied around the stirrups, but... How careless he has been! How could he forget Bakura was a drug addict? Most drugs had no effect on him anymore! Had he been faking it from the moment he'd "fainted"? And how come Malik was not helping him?
Malik had his eyes closed, thrusting gently but with increasing depth and fervor. Ohhh, GODS. No wonder people couldn't wait to get inside each other. Blowjobs were one thing, but... a mouth was no comparison to this... this tight, toothless, soft, pulsating stretch of...wet-velvet heaven. He found himself whispering Jonouchi's name to himself, and twitched his head to clear it. Hooked his forearms underneath Bakura's slim thighs and gripped hard enough to propel himself forward in a giant thrust. Bakura suddenly let out a loud, muffled moan around Ryou's cock, arching and shuddering violently. Malik groaned louder and bit Bakura's thigh. Strapped onto the table, tied into the stirrups, trapped beneath Ryou, Bakura was delicious in his helplessness. From sadistic and terrifying to immobilized and helpless, in five minutes flat. Malik thrust deeper, until his entire cock was finally buried to the hilt in soft warmth. He cried out and shivered. Thrust again. His forehead struck Ryou's shoulder-blade as the young lab-technician raised his arms and arched his back, thrusting his own cock so deeply into Bakura's mouth. His own cries were soft and disbelieving, as if he were feeling everything for the first time.
"Ohhh... ohh, sensei... yes..."
"Ryou," whispered Malik, tracing the outline of Ryou's mouth with the tip of his tongue, "I... I'm going to come soon...""Me too. Ohh, gods, me too," panted Ryou, reaching back to clutch a fistful of Malik's hair in one hand-- fistful of Bakura's in the other."So how much longer do we have?""Uhh?""Until..." Malik gasped between thrusts, closing his eyes against the red spots suddenly flooding his vision. "Until he wakes up?"A muffled giggle. When Malik realized it wasn't Ryou's voice, he stopped thrusting altogether.
In his arms, Ryou went very still."Time? Why, we have all the time in the world, Mr. Ishtar," said Bakura in a husky, sludgy voice, sitting up and wiping his mouth with one free hand. The other hand-- also free-- raised and wiggled its fingers in a saucy little wave.
Malik's cock twitched and his heart sank. 'Oh SHIT.' he thought, looking at Bakura's grin spread wider and wider. 'Shitshitshitshitshit!!!' He couldn't speak, couldn't move, paralysed under the doctor's hypnotic eyes. Eventually, a word or two squeaked out of him:
"What the...?"The doctor shook his head, still grinning. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk! You see, my dear Mr. Ishtar, my technician has a horrible flaw," he said, brushing Ryou's soft hair. His grin widened the sight of the boy trembling under his touch. "He always forgets to include the material's error percentage in his calculations... There is always a gap, as little as it may be... but Ryou always forgets it." A pause. "However, I have to admit, that little bit of anesthesia DID knock me down."Bakura was fondling his employee's trembling rear before he suddenly spanked the boy sharply, making him gasp and wince at the sudden pain. Malik jumped, unexpecting the loud SMACK! of Bakura's hand on Ryou's buttocks. A red handprint swiftly rose on the milky-white flesh as Malik watched."HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO NOT FORGET ABOUT THE MARGIN OF UNCERTAINTY IN YOUR CALCULATIONS??" Bakura yelled. Smack! His hand descended again, and Ryou jumped."I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!!" the white-haired youth shouted back, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. How he wanted to run away and hide in a corner, to escape Bakura's angry eyes!... But there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Some minutes ago, he was a hunter; he was now the hunted."First, your friend doesn't tie me down properly. Second, you forget about my special drug immunity..." Bakura sighed loudly and shook his head again. "What I am gonna do with you?... You indeed need to be punished. Now, how to punish you?..."Ryou sat perfectly still astride Bakura's chest, sniffling slightly and trembling. His throat made a soft, pathetic hitching noise.Bakura paused for a moment, looking down at his hands resting on Ryou's waist. "Bah... I'll think about it while you boys resume."Malik blinked. "Resume?""Yes, 'resume', as in 'get back to fucking me from both ends'," Bakura responded flatly, lying back down on the table. He cupped Ryou's buttocks and gently guided him toward his face, adding "Come on, come on!" when he felt Ryou's reluctance.Malik allowed Bakura's words to try to sink into his brain, but found that he was having a lot of trouble understanding them. This man enjoyed being tied up, and drugged, and violated mouth-and-ass by two penises at once. He wanted them to CONTINUE the abuse they'd struggled so hard to orchestrate. No... no, these facts weren't staying in Malik's brain. He tried to get his hips to resume the thrusting rhythm they had settled into a minute ago, but soon found that he couldn't concentrate on watching Bakura's every move, while fucking Bakura and watching out for Ryou's well-being at the same time. Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate instead on the heat and softness of Bakura's flesh around his cock, the sweet scent of Ryou's hair as it occasionally drifted into his face... tried to pretend it was Ryou's willing body surrounding his desperate erection, instead of this drug-resistant sociopath who complained about the quality of the knots holding him down.After a moment or two, Ryou, gave a frustrated whimper."What's wrong, Ryou, my boy?" murmured Bakura, with an amused giggle and some wet stroking noises. "Why can't you get it up NOW, of all times? Too much stress, eh, my darling?" A theatrical sigh, and then another giggle: "Don't tell me I'll have to shoot you some Viagra as well!"
This comment reminded Malik of the previous events... all too vividly. Himself... tied up on the table...the injection he received... the frustration, the invasion, the BETRAYAL from his own sister... Sneering, Malik bucked his hips harder and thrust himself deeply into Bakura. His cock gave another shiver and woke up the rest of the way, as if suddenly remembering its purpose. Bakura groaned loudly, his erect member obscenely twitching with pleasure as it bobbed, neglected, between his thighs. Malik gave it a hard slap and Bakura giggled.
Still giggling, Bakura foundled Ryou's bare folded legs. "Oh... I think I know what you want, my lovely..." he sang to Ryou, almost ignoring Malik and his thrusting. Reaching around to spread the young employee's asscheeks, he slipped one finger inside the tiny passage.
"Aaaah--!!" Ryou moaned, arching his back violently.Malik caught him just in time to prevent him falling off the table. "Ryou--? Ryou, are you all right?" he whispered. Ryou was trembling all over; Malik was briefly alarmed before he noticed the sudden, shocking heat of his companion's skin. The closed eyes. The deep, rapid breathing and rhythmic shifting of the hips.Bakura gave a low, purring laugh, and whispered to Ryou as though nobody else were in the room. The oiliness of the whisper made Malik's flesh crawl. "That's how you love it, right, my dear?... That's right, baby... Tell me how you love it... tell me... "Ryou was panting lightly by now. Malik slowed his own thrusts down to nothing as he watched, fascinated. "Oohh, sensei, I love it, I love it... aaahh!""Thaaaaat's my boy..." Bakura said, grinning, stroking Ryou's reviving length with his free hand. "That's it... Now, come here and fuck my mouth."The young didn't hesitate-- under Bakura's guiding hand, his twitching-stiff member found its way back in the oral cavity of the specialist, who hummed in satisfaction. Gripping a handful of his superior's hair in hand, Ryou steadied himself and started to buck his hips. "Sen.. sensei... senseeeeiiiii...!"Malik, on the other hand, was fuming. The doctor, with his constant arrogance! Mocking him constantly with those cranky drama-queen comments, grinning like... what was the word he used previously?... a Cheshire Cat on LSD!... Fondling his patients... abusing his assistant... toying with both of them... brushing off Malik's presence as though he were NOTHING-Well. He'd make this bastard pay! His confident attitude was probably only a mask. He MUST be deeply humiliated, no? Tied up, drugged?Yet...
Malik looked down: Bakura's erection proved him the doctor was enjoying this a bit too much. This made Malik even more furious, bucking his hips violently. But he quickly slowed again as he realized that his strong thrusts only made the man more pleased.
Malik stopped his thrusts, ignoring the unsatisfied pain that immediately grew in his penis. Quickly, before his cock could start screaming too loudly at him... How to make this man suffer? Use the speca.. speco... spectrolum? No wait...he'd probably LIKE it. Still bucking, Malik looked around, then his own grin grew wider. Now that could be useful...
I'll let you imagine what Malik has in mind while you drop us some feedbacks. Mwahahhahah...