Both Levi and Smith had to wait for a few days for their next session because of their jobs. Levi had to interview and potentially hire and train a new employee, and Smith…well, there was no telling what Smith did for a living. All he would say was that he had clients he was responsible for, but Levi could have easily used the same words for his own line of work. Oddly enough, the more he thought about it, it began to irritate Levi that he knew so little about the other man. He realized how ridiculous his irritation was; they were roleplay partners and their real lives weren't meant to have any bearing on their relationship.
Yet, Levi had never been in a roleplay long-term before, and he was beginning to feel the intimacy of what they were doing in a way that screwed with his head. Not to mention all the face-to-face, out of roleplay conversations and flirting that they had shared despite their individual roles. Smith had been right; their chemistry was downright intoxicating whether they were acting or not. It gave the shorter man a lot of strange feelings he had not expected going into this arrangement.
Drowning himself in his work, Levi did his best to forget about Smith over the next four days. Which meant that he had to fight to keep his thoughts from straying to what they had planned for their next meeting. When he interviewed the young female applicant with blonde hair he thought of Smith. When he cracked his back after sitting too long he thought of Smith's comment about being stiff with stress all day. When he wanted to go for a run with Valkyrie he decided to take a hot bath instead, because Smith had recommended rest every now and again rather than exercise. It seemed that no matter what he did over those few days, anything that remotely reminded him of Smith brought his thoughts right back to that tall man who had treated him so wonderfully.
That's not to say that he wasn't distracted at all by his job, because he was. As he'd intended, he hired the girl and had to help train her when his next in rank wasn't available. She caught on fast and already having an extra person on board helped the work go faster even if she was inexperienced. What with all that to do, Levi managed to only spend half of his time thinking about Smith.
Until the day of their planned meeting night rolled around. Then Levi was nearly crawling out of his skin with anticipation. He took off ten minutes early and went straight home to shower, cleaning every inch of himself as thoroughly as he could. For all he knew Smith was intending to take their interactions to the next level, and even if he wasn't he knew he'd be spread out, tied down, and 'helpless' tonight. For some reason this made him want to be as clean as he could. There would be no opportunity to hide himself or curl up, so he wanted to be confident in his freshly clean body. Once that was done he gave Valkyrie her dinner, kissing her head and muttering to her to use the doggy door if she got bored in the house, before heading out.
By the time Levi was in the club, in the room, and changed into the usual gown, he was fighting the heavy pounding of his heart. This had become routine, but he was especially excited for whatever Smith had in mind this night. Mostly because of the medical restraints he saw attached to the bed; four sets of adjustable cuffs for the wrists and ankles. He'd seen these on medical and medical-themed television shows before, but never in person. They were only exciting him further, but this made him concerned about sweating too much before Dr. Smith even arrived. This would cause all his bathing efforts to be in vain. Eventually, of course, he'd be sweating and panting and probably smelling of desire and lube anyway…that train of thought wasn't helping.
Levi closed his eyes and fell into a ritual of deep breathing. He'd been using it for years, since entering the stressful line of work that he loved, but still needed help wading through at times. The hypnotic in-out breathing helped calm his heart and lower his body temperature. Minutes ticked by and then he heard the soft knock at the door, breaking his pattern. Grey-blue eyes snapped up as the door opened and Smith came in.
He hadn't bothered with his mask today, which made Levi smile just a bit. This time he could see all of Smith's face when he turned that white smile upon him. He couldn't help but study that scar now that it was no longer hidden, but didn't make it obvious.
"Good evening, Dr." Levi said, determined to be the one to extend the greeting first.
"Robbie." Smith responded, and took Levi's hand. The handshake was much slower tonight, Smith's fingers nearly caressing Levi's as they pulled away. Smith sat in his chair and produced Levi's chart from beneath his arm. "How are you doing?"
Levi made a small nervous gesture with his hand.
"Oh, you know. Busy. Stressed. Loving it."
Smith grinned in response, and Levi was intrigued watching the dimples in his cheeks appear and disappear with his facial expressions.
"At least you're not stressed to the point of quitting."
"I'm not a quitter."
"I have that sense from you."
"What about you, Dr. Smith? How have you been?" Levi asked boldly, realizing for the first time that he'd never asked him before. The blond man placed his pen down and then considered him briefly before answering,
"I've been wonderful. My work has also kept me busy, but I greatly enjoy it, just as you apparently do. I have no complaints."
He paused then, seeming to remember something.
"I hate to do this so suddenly, but…Hoover Dam."
Levi blinked, completely confused.
"What the hell?" He asked, but not angrily. It was out of character for Smith to pause their scene before it really began. This was the first time he had used their arranged phrase rather than Levi.
"I'm sorry," Smith looked a little guilty, "I hope I don't take you out of the scene too badly, but I need to tell you something before we get started. Talking about my job reminded me."
"OK…" Levi answered, his brain clicking into 'patience' mode as he listened.
"I didn't know how long we'd be meeting up when we first talked through our profiles, so I didn't mention this. My job requires me to be on-call, you could say, but only in cycles. Currently, I could be called at any time and I'd have to respond. I have my cell phone on me just in case. I feel you should know that, considering it could even happen while we're in the middle of a scene. The odds of that happening are unknown, but I don't want you to feel bitter about it if I do have to end a scene because of a call."
That made Levi's suspicions rise a bit; what kind of on-call job could take Smith away this late in the evening, at the drop of a hat? Regardless, he did understand. Even in roleplay reality was still reality. He nodded and waved his hand knowingly.
"Alright, I understand. Just, don't leave me tied to the bed before you run off or anything."
Smith's explanatory expression shifted into an uncertain one, and then he cleared his throat. When he spoke, his voice was slow, almost hesitant, but serious.
"On that note, I must ask you something else very important. I'm sorry if this starts off our evening on a bad foot, but I don't feel comfortable moving forward without talking about it first."
A cold nervousness trickled down Levi's spine. Smith was always very considerate and mature, meaning that it must be something very serious for him to look and sound like this. Trying to lighten the mood somewhat again, Levi rolled his eyes.
"Ask away. As long as it doesn't involve my social security number I'm fine with answering anything."
Smith tapped the pen he was holding against his opposite hand, and he bit his lip very slightly. The motion caught Levi's attention; it was a nervous habit that he himself had, and it was strangely unsettling to see Smith do it. A few seconds later Smith let out a breath and began speaking. He did his very best to keep eye contact with Levi, but the other man could tell that it was an effort.
"Right after our second meeting, I began to think carefully about how to move forward with you on a regular basis. I'd never had to maintain a role for longer than one night. So…I asked some advice from someone who has been in the scene a long time. He's like a brother to me, and I trust him. I'm relatively new to all this, to be honest, and still need guidance at times. That's why it's good to have a friend, or even just know someone with more experience who can answer important questions. I wanted him to help me understand a few things I was unsure about, like how to merge with my role so that I didn't lose myself in it but could still be a different character. And…we looked at your profile together."
A hot flush of embarrassment and a smidge of anger lit Levi's cheeks. He wanted to be furious, but he could understand where Smith was coming from. He supposed it would be harder to play the one in control, and know how to handle that power, than it was to submit and be toyed with. Also, it wasn't like his profile was there because he didn't want people looking at it.
"Can't say I'm thrilled, but, it's not like my profile is private, so…" Levi muttered, looking away from Smith's bright blue eyes and rubbing at his wrist as he came to terms with what he was being told. "But why are you telling me this? What's your point?"
"Getting to that." Smith said, a faint flicker of amusement at the corners of his mouth before he went on, "My friend took a while to read through everything you had listed. Finally, he whistled and said that it was obvious you were brand new to the scene and had very little idea of what you actually wanted here. He pointed out that your list of specifics showed your inexperience, because most people aren't that particular or cautious once they've tried a lot of things and have had time to gather a balanced view."
Cheeks burning now, Levi frowned at him, irrationally irritated.
"What, is your friend like a private investigator or something? How can anyone make that kind of judgement just from browsing someone else's kink club profile?"
Smith offered Levi a small shake of his head, but didn't smile.
"Like I said, I trust him. He has very good intuition about people and has had many partners and much experience. So, he was looking out for my best interest when he told me that there could be another reason for your very controlling parameters, despite you not claiming to be a top. He said that he'd seen it before in people who…who'd been…mistreated by a dominant in a scene. Not enough to scare them away from the kink scene entirely, but enough to where…they feel they have to protect themselves with ultra-restricted barriers just to participate again."
Smith's face was very serious, but in no way judgmental. Levi was completely tense, waves of heat and cold running over him in turns.
"Now, I absolutely need to ask you at this point…is there any ounce of truth to that speculation? I don't need details, I don't need a backstory, I just need a yes or no. For my own sense of who I need to be for you, and what I need to do if we use restraints, I must know. Please. Have you been abused by a partner before?"
Levi swallowed, blood draining from his face. Of all the turns this conversation could have taken he hadn't expected that. He tore his eyes from Smith's with a ragged gasp of breath, then licked his lips and rubbed at them with a hand. Levi's reaction alone was enough to indicate an answer, but Smith didn't press. He simply continued to sit quietly and wait.
"Yes."
Levi all but breathed the word it was so soft, but in the silence of the room it was clear. He wanted to continue avoiding Smith's eyes, but ended up glancing his way regardless, and the pain he saw reflected there startled him. It wasn't pity, necessarily. It seemed more like a painful realization on Smith's part, a sadness for what had happened to Levi and a trepidation with how to move forward. Levi knew he didn't have to go on, but he still did. As uncomfortable as the atmosphere had just become, Smith had asked a very responsible question as his partner, and Levi wanted to respond just as responsibly.
"It, um…it was years ago. And, it was my fault really."
"What?" The word was almost harsh, startling Levi and making him look at Smith directly again. His face was incredulous, but somehow still compassionate. "No. You should never make excuses for a partner who abuses their power in a scene and doesn't respect you. I don't need to know this story to know that part of it isn't true."
For some reason, this statement made Levi angry. Smith had no idea who he even was, he didn't need to be making statements like that.
"It was my fault." Levi repeated, more firmly, his mouth twisting as he spoke. "It was stupid, a stupid, reckless decision and I reaped the rewards for my mistake. I should have known better, I might as well have been asking for it."
He was surprised by how vehement his words came out, and Smith must have been too, because he didn't try to counter Levi this time. His mouth snapped shut and he swallowed a little, waiting for Levi to go on. Levi did, the heat in his voice calming a bit as he spoke.
"I was just…I was interested in role-playing and light bondage. I'd never had any experience with it. I was a few years out of college and into my current job. My life had just become established, so I wanted to try something more risky and wild I guess."
A small bitter chuckle escaped Levi as he added,
"That and my dad had given me another 'fix-up-that-homosexuality-of-yours-and-marry-a-nice-girl-who'll-give-us-grandchildren' speech. It wasn't nearly as violent or loud as the ones he gave me when I was in college, but this was right after I told him about how secure and happy my promotion made me. It really got to me that time, like my success or happiness were nothing to him while I was still into guys. I spiraled into a very bad state of mind, and wanted to escape it. So…I went to some back-alley kink bar. Picked up a big guy with a decent face who seemed eager to teach me, and he did for the most part. Told me about the color system and safe words and stuff. But…when we really got going…he…he didn't…"
Levi clenched his fists, feeling a wave of unexpected emotion crashing over him. He hadn't thought about that in years.
"You don't have to tell me." Smith told him softly. "It's none of my bus-."
"You asked and you deserve to know." Levi cut him off. "Especially if you're concerned with how you're behaving, which is perfect, by the way. So I'm going to tell you."
Smith moved his big frame to sit back further in his chair, as though giving Levi as much space as he could to breathe and speak.
"As long as that's what you want." He said softly. Levi nodded.
"It is. So…anyway…right off the bat when we got to the room I asked him how it worked, and he told me to listen and obey everything he said. Like I said, he'd told me about colors, and I had a basic idea of how things worked, but I was too trusting, too eager to dive into a fantasy. I didn't know that when he put a gag on me without asking, that he'd already crossed a line. We hadn't discussed what was going to happen or what I'd agreed to. And I didn't know we were supposed to; I just assumed he'd be trustworthy. I was stupid…I thought that was routine. I hadn't really consented to…beating or whipping… and my limbs were kind of bound so I had no way to tell him I didn't want that.
Smith's pained eyes shifted into angry fire when Levi mentioned the beating, and he seemed to be struggling to hold in his anger at this unknown beast who would treat a BDSM virgin in such a way. Eventually he closed his blue eyes, extinguishing that fire, and his brows knit together. They opened a while later, looking calmer.
As tight as his throat and chest had become while recounting this story, Levi couldn't stop now that he had started. He stared at the edge of the counter that had been holding the attention of his eyes on and off as he continued,
"I tried to tell him 'yellow' a few times, but he kind of…. just taunted that he couldn't understand me through the gag, so that I should just…not talk…and take what he was giving me. I mean…when the whipping was over and he started to actually show me some attention it wasn't horrible, but…when he was done with me and let me go I left and didn't look back. I…I haven't tried anything like it since but I learned enough to know I'm not into the hardcore stuff. Then my friend found this place for me. He's the only other person who knows about it, and I think it was his way of trying to give me a safe place. But all the partners I tried to find here were mediocre and I never let them touch me. Then I met you and…you're…"
Levi found his voice breaking as his mind compared the terrible experience with Smith's performances.
"You're just, wonderful…I mean…I feel safe when I'm with you. Even if you wanted to tie me up completely so that I can't escape, I feel like I'd be ok with that. I know that you'll stop if I want you to. Not that I can imagine asking you to..."
His words trailed off into awkward mutterings as he realized he was rambling. Smith leaned forward again in his chair.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you upset."
Levi wiped at his face and shook himself a little.
"I'm not upset. Just haven't thought about that in a long time. But, it's going to take a lot more than that to drive me away from whatever you have in mind for us."
Smith looked very uncertain, as though not trusting Levi's words. The smaller man rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Listen, you asked a question, I answered it. We already talked last time about what we were both comfortable with, so…can we just…get to tying me down already?"
His eyes flicked over to the restraints again, and he felt a shimmer of excitement across his skin as Smith followed his gaze, then met it with a raised eyebrow.
"You're certain? After an experience like that?"
"Do I really have to repeat myself?" Levi asked, torn between impatience, anger, and affection for Smith's cautiousness. "You've already proven yourself trustworthy to me time and again. I know you won't hurt me, or do anything I don't like. I don't know how else to say it; I trust you, I want you to tie me down and do whatever the hell you want because you'll make it amazing. So just trust me too, to know what I'm ok with. Alright? Got that, blondie?"
Something fiery and sweet lit up those blue eyes, and Smith's lips parted briefly as though in surprise or anticipation. It seemed oddly profound, however subtle the reaction. Before Levi could question it, the expression melted into a downright wicked smile.
"Very well. If that's what you want."
"You're damn right it is."
Smith stood up from his chair, and Levi was tempted to do the same when the big man began walking toward him, but stayed seated. Then one big hand was cupping his face, the thumb stroking his cheek just like it had when Levi had sucked him off…
"You want to feel helpless in your pleasure?" He asked, his tone deeper and sultrier. Levi fought to control his breathing as that sound nearly rumbled through his own chest.
"Yes."
"Want to beg me to stop, not because it hurts, but because it feels too exquisite to bear?"
"Yes."
"How many times can you come in a row, with rests between?"
Levi had to think about that. He hadn't really had time or energy to test that since college.
"Um…the last time I actually knew the answer to that it was…about three to four with a handful of minutes in between. But that's been a while…I'm not sure anymore."
A hungry grin spread on Smith's face and made it look like he wanted to devour Levi.
"Care to let me find out?" A full-body shudder ran through Levi as Smith's fingers curled around to stroke the shell of his ear.
"Oh my god, yes…"
"Good then. Hoover Dam."
They both straightened a bit, and Smith began speaking calmly, as though he hadn't just been leering over Levi like a ravening wolf.
"Alright, Robbie, go ahead and lie on the bed. Restraints are necessary for this treatment due to the unconscious movement it will trigger. I apologize but there is no better way. I have to protect both of us."
"I understand, dr." Levi said, standing up and going to the bed. A shiver went over his skin when one large hand guided him in the center of his back.
He climbed onto the mattress and lay with his limbs spread a bit, close to the cuffs. The ones for his wrists were down by his hips, so his hands would lay naturally beside him. The ankle cuffs, however…his legs would be spread for those.
Smith raised the bed as high as it would go, making it unnecessary for him to lean over as much as usual. Once the mattress was nearly to the height of Smith's chest, he released the controller.
"I'm going to bind you in," Smith said gently, taking Levi's left hand and placing it through the cuff to the wrist, "if you become uncomfortable at any time, let me know and I'll release you."
"Absolutely."
Carefully, one at a time, Smith picked up each of his ankles and his other wrist and tightened the cuffs around them. He didn't buckle the straps, however, so even though they were snug, Levi could get out of them if he pulled hard enough. It was a good compromise.
"Comfortable?" Dr. Smith asked, as he stood back and surveyed his handiwork. Levi nodded. "Alright, sit tight for me."
Levi tilted his head up to watch the tall man go to the cabinet and pull out a small black bag. It was cloth, not plastic, and looked like it had weight to it. His head dropped back to the mattress when Smith turned around and brought the bag to the bed. He pulled the rolling tray table up beside the bedframe and placed the bag on it, rooting through its contents.
"I need to decide which instrument to use first." Smith told Levi in a matter-of-fact tone, as he stared into the mystery bag with great contemplation. He took some time feeling about and picking up objects inside and then dismissing them without letting Levi see what they were. Finally, he pulled out what Levi recognized as a bullet vibrator, and placed it on the table. He reached back into the bag, thought about it a moment, then brought out a large ribbed vibrator, along with a second bullet, this one sporting a hot pink rubber covering with rows of flexible spikes along its length. Levi felt his breath catch in his throat. Smith also laid a bottle of lube and a roll of medical tape beside the other items.
"I think we'll stick with these for today." Smith said pragmatically. "But I only need one of these bullets. You'll be the one to decide which."
"Oh?" Levi asked, feeling his cock twitching to life. "How will I decide that?"
"I'll let you feel each of them, and you'll tell me which one is the most affective for you."
Levi licked his lips and nodded his head on the pillow.
"I can do that, dr."
"Very good. Now, I left my gloves off for the last treatment, and I must do so for this one as well; the materials in the instruments would react badly with latex gloves. I'll be using my bare hands once again. Are you comfortable with that?"
Wanting to roll his eyes but reminding himself that he was the one who had demanded the realistic roleplay, Levi nodded again.
"Do what you have to do."
Smith gave him an acknowledging smile and then reached for the ties on his gown. Without saying a word, for once, the man opened the gown and bared the front of Levi's body. To Levi's surprise, he then ran several fingertips down the center of his chest, in a direct line to his cock, then let them skim over his balls and thigh, continuing down his knee, calf, and finally his foot and big toe. The action instantly caused Levi's pale flesh to break out into goosebumps and give a little shake.
"Warm enough?" Smith asked, seeing the reaction and gently cupping his cock in one hand.
"Just a shiver, doc, I'm fine." Levi told him, flexing his feet to test the cuffs. They held fast.
"Tell me if you get cold."
"Will do."
Smith picked up the plain silver bullet and placed the controller next to Levi's knee on the mattress.
"Alright, I'm going to test the first one on your cock, as that's where I'll be applying the one you choose."
Levi nodded, unable to help wiggling his hips in anticipation.
"This one doesn't have a cover, so the vibration is very concentrated."
Smith explained, as he switched on the bullet and a low buzz started, setting Levi's nerves on edge in the most delicious way. The buzzing became faster as Smith turned the speed up a notch. Then the small vibrating bullet was pressed to the underside of his cock. It jumped in Smith's hand and at the same time Levi let out a sharp breath at the jolt of pleasure. He'd never felt vibration on his cock before, and it was quite an adjustment despite how good it felt.
"Wow, that's…that's pretty nice…" Levi mumbled with a grin, easing into the raw vibration coming from that smooth little thing. Smith only grinned politely at him and drug the bullet up and down the length a few times, rolling it around his head once or twice and making him bite his lip with how good it felt.
"Do you have a good sense of this one?" Dr. Smith asked, rolling it gently up and down the underside of Levi's cock once more. The smaller man dug his heels into the mattress slightly and rocked his head back at that.
"I think so, yea." Levi mumbled, and sighed when the blond man took the toy away. He unclenched his fists, realizing that he'd been tightening up. That large hand on his cock gave him a few careful strokes before holding him still again.
"Quite a sensation, hm?" Smith asked teasingly, putting the bullet down and picking up the one with the pink covering.
"That kind of looks like it'll hurt." Levi said nervously. "There's spikes on it."
Smith held up the 'spiked' bullet and flicked the tip of one with a finger.
"Trust me, they don't hurt. They're flat at the tips, and they spread the vibration out so you can feel it better."
Levi raised an eyebrow in disbelief, still not liking the look of those spike-like ridges.
"If you say so, Dr. Smith."
The bigger man smiled at him and switched the new bullet on, clicking it up to the second setting.
"I do; just trust me. Close your eyes."
Levi obeyed, closing his eyes and waiting. The second he felt the numerous tips of that bullet against the head of his cock he gasped sharply and jerked his hips.
"Oh god!"
Those little flat spikes did indeed spread the vibration, but also concentrated it down into the tight little points of soft rubber that shook against his flesh and felt amazing. Smith left the toy in place for a few seconds, then carefully dragged it up over the very head of his cock, letting a few of the tips tease the opening there, before skirting the cap a few times.
"Shit!" Levi exclaimed, his hips arching up off the bed on pure reflex. Smith turned the toy off and left Levi drop to the mattress again, breathing heavily.
"Well, which do you prefer?"
"Holy shit...that one." Levi said shakily, opening his eyes to look at the hot pink bullet. "That feels unbelievable."
Smith smiled at his candidness.
"I'm glad you think so. Alright we'll use this one."
Smith released his cock and picked up the medical tape. He tore off two short strips, and Levi had a sneaking suspicion he knew what they would be used for. Turned out he was right, as Smith placed the pink bullet on the underside of his cock, where he was the most sensitive, and then carefully wrapped the tape around it.
"The tape will bind the bullet to you, so I'll be free to stimulate you with the other instrument."
Levi gulped as his cock was handled clinically, but somehow it was so hot too. Those fingers didn't tease him purposefully, just focused on doing their job, but in brushing his most sensitive places they were creating an army of tingling and trembling sensations all through Levi's cock. He was so distracted that he'd forgotten to reply to Smith's words, not that he had to, but he wanted to appear more in control than he was currently feeling.
"This seems an efficient strategy." He said smoothly, proud of himself for sounding so calm.
"I try to kill two birds with one stone when I can." Smith said cheekily. "Is that comfortable?"
He released Levi's cock, and under the added weight of the bullet it sunk to lay on his stomach, making him twitch at the touch of his own skin. Levi looked down at it; the hot pink monstrosity was attached to the tenderest part of his manhood, and completely at Smith's mercy. Oh, yes…
"Feels great, dr."
"I haven't even turned it on again."
"That's not what I meant," Levi answered, blushing, "I mean, it's…fine. Comfortable, and all that."
Smith gave a smile that could have passed for a pleased medical professional, but had just an edge of evil to it. It made Levi's cock try to push back into the air even with the heaviness of the bullet. Smith really was such a looker.
"Alright, let's begin. I'm going to prepare you for the other instrument." Smith reached into the bag again, and drew out the familiar thin green vibrator he'd used twice before. "This will help to spread the lubrication up into you."
Levi swallowed, but felt a touch of disappointment that he couldn't keep inside.
"Um, that sounds great, Smith, really…but…I mean, I'm not the doctor here, but wouldn't it be easier to use…your fingers?"
Knowing how desperate and dirty that sounded, Levi had to fight to maintain eye contact as Smith grinned in response and shook his head.
"If I were using gloves, yes. But I was not going to. Would you prefer that I do?"
Licking his lips before he could stop himself, Levi nodded. Smith considered for a second. He seemed to be genuinely hesitating before he made up his mind.
"I suppose I won't be touching the materials of the actual instruments now that the bullet is attached to you, and I'll be holding the handle of the other…alright, I'll use my fingers instead. But while I'm fetching my gloves, I'll let you warm up a bit."
Without missing a beat, Smith reached down and clicked a switch on the bullet's controller. It jumped to life on Levi's cock, and he hissed in surprise and delight. With the tape holding it in place, it didn't skip over his skin like before; now it was digging in, vibrating deeper into those most sensitive places. Levi bit his lip and tried to keep from outright moaning, watching through squinting eyes as Dr. Smith literally turned his back on him, walked to the counter, and pulled out his gloves. He walked back to the bed, and stood over Levi, making a definite show of sliding into the gloves and snapping them on with finality. All the while Levi was twitching, his hips shifting this way and that under the pleasurable assault buzzing into his flesh. Little pants and harsh breaths were already escaping his mouth, no matter how many times he tried to seal it shut.
Smith didn't move for a moment, just stood there over Levi, watching. Finally he leaned down, close to Levi's face but looking down at the display his cock was putting on, and whispered to him,
"What's your color?"
It took Levi a moment to even know what he was asking, his mind was so distracted. Then, when he remembered, he outright laughed and shook his head with amusement. As if Smith couldn't see how hard it was for him not to twist and beg already.
"Green. I'm good."
The gentle brush of fingers on his temple sent a punch of arousal through Levi's gut, despite now simple it was.
"Just checking."
"Thanks."
Smith pulled back and watched for another moment, while Levi's breaths came closer together and his feet wiggled in their restraints. His wrists too. He hadn't thought he'd be tugging at them already, but it was unavoidable. Levi's body reacted on its own and he must already look a helpless prisoner under Smith's bright blue eyes. That thought only made Levi want to squirm more, put on more of a show, but he felt it was too early for that yet.
"Alright, I feel you're sufficiently ready for the next stage."
Taking a few steps toward the bed, Smith leaned his whole body over the bed to reach the rolling tray. Levi knew this couldn't be an accident; there was something delicious about feeling the bulk of Smith's large body arching over him.
Something more subtle rolled over Levi as he lay there and watched him; stretching out like that, Smith left his midsection unguarded. Whether he meant to or not, that action conveyed to Levi that Smith knew he didn't even need to protect his most vulnerable spot; Levi was tied down and helpless. While not consciously, everyone felt the need to keep their arms at their sides or near the core of their body; lifting up the arms is the easiest way to leave oneself vulnerable. Even if not in a dangerous situation, everyone has the instinct to protect where they know they're weakest. And Smith had disregarded that entirely.
He picked up the bottle of lube from the rolling tray, and squeezed a large dollop onto the fingers of his right hand. Levi nearly stopped breathing as he watched a big thumb spread the glossy gel around those fingers to warm it up. When Smith reached down between Levi's legs and slipped the first finger over his crease, he gasped and his cock leapt straight up in the air, taking the bullet with it before crashing back down onto his stomach.
"My goodness…" Smith said, fighting to keep his tone professional. "I'll need to take notes on that reaction."
Levi made a huffing sound and tried to open his legs wider for Dr. Smith, wanting to feel those fingers better.
"Your clip board is across the room and your fingers are messy now." Levi taunted with a fighting smile. "You'll just have to take a mental note."
"Hmmm…seems so. I'll mull it over later."
Smith's fingers wedged in tighter and began to rub the lubricant over his coiled opening. A low moan came from Levi's chest, and he clenched his fists tightly. The bullet was still sending shocks of pleasure through his cock, and it was hard to concentrate enough without Smith rubbing at him like that
"I'm going to slide my finger in now," Dr. Smith told him, "relax as best as you can. It might be a bit uncomfortable, but it shouldn't hurt. Let me know if it does and we'll adjust, alright?"
Levi nodded eagerly, wanting it so badly he could barely contain his pleas already. He wanted to feel the warmth of Smith's flesh, stretch around the width of his fingers…Smith had never actually inserted his fingers before, had let the vibrator do that work for him. Levi couldn't be bothered to care about why, and he hadn't really realized before now.
Slowly, one large finger worked its way past the tight restriction of muscle.
"You're very tight." Smith said, somehow without sounding distracted, though his cheeks were pinker.
He reached with his free hand and switched off the bullet. Levi's body went slack. He hadn't even realized how locked up all his muscles had been in response to the stimulation. At the same time, his flesh was left roaring in protest that the wonderful sensations had stopped.
"Why…why'd you do that?" He gasped. Smith ran a soothing hand up and down his shin.
"You need to be looser, and that instrument was making you tense up. So, now, focus on relaxing, and letting me in."
Biting his lip, Levi tried to obey, wanting nothing more than to accept Smith's large fingers and feel them pounding against his pleasure center. It was still difficult to take just one, so Smith worked on him for a long time, patiently adding more lube into him, opening him up with one finger, then two. By this time Levi was growing impatient. While he appreciated the time Smith was taking, he was finally open and wanted more. Smith kept skirting just around his prostate, letting him know that he knew where it was, and was avoiding it on purpose just to tease him. Every now and then he'd flick it gently with a fingertip, just enough for Levi to feel it, then he'd ease back. It was infuriating and wonderful all at once.
"I'm good now, dr." He gasped, when Smith had been gently sliding two fingers in and out of him at a slow pace for over three minutes. "You can…do more now. Can go faster, too, if you'd like."
"How perceptive of you," Smith teased, "I was thinking the same."
The pace changed at once, those fingers beginning to piston in and out of him much quicker, striking his prostate dead on every time.
"Shit!" Levi swore in a high-pitched tone, yanking at his cuffs without thinking. Trapped, he pressed back into the mattress and arched his back as Smith began doing what he'd hoped he would; assaulting him with quick precision. Levi's head was tossed back and his eyes were squeezed shut when he heard the rustle of that lab coat. The next second the bullet on his cock sprang to life again, buzzing faster than it had been before. Smith must have turned it to a higher setting.
"Holy fucking shit!"
The filthy language spewed from his mouth with absolutely no way of stopping it, the intensity was too incredible. His prostate was being struck again and again by long, large, warm fingers, while his cock was being massaged by a little piece of battery-operated heaven. The sudden pleasure that struck him was like going from zero to one hundred and ninety in the world's coolest car.
"Oh god!"
His orgasm took him completely by surprise, almost as though it was forced out of him. One second he was rolling in bliss, and the next it peaked and poured out of him like a flood he couldn't hold back with an iron wall. Levi's cock wept violently onto his stomach, jumping and spasming, his hole clenching down on Smith's fingers. Strange sounds were strangled out of Levi's startled throat, as the intense pleasure, shame, and confusion overtook him.
The bullet turned off a second later, letting Levi breathe, and the probing stopped as well. Embarrassed, Levi jerked at his wrists, wanting to cover his face, but they only flopped weakly in their cuffs. How did he keep forgetting that he was bound?
"Sorry…" He gasped, before he could stop himself. "I'm so sorry, I-"
"Don't worry about it." Smith assured him. "I'm actually glad it happened sooner rather than later; we'll be able to deduce more if we can determine how often your body does that."
"Okay then…" Levi breathed, shuddering and feeling his come pool on his stomach. "But I'm still sorry…"
"Calm down, Robbie. I promise you it's nothing to worry about."
He was reeling in the aftermath of such an unexpected event, and he didn't care what Smith said, his kind words didn't chase away the shame of what was every man's greatest fear beyond not being able to get it up at all. Thankfully, the other man distracted him at once.
"I'm sorry to do this while you're relaxing, but bear with me."
Perking up at the words, Levi looked down and saw Smith reaching over him again, and picking up the large vibrator he'd pulled from the bag.
"That's big, dr…" Levi breathed, though not sounding intimidated at all.
"You assured me that you could take larger instruments a few sessions ago now. I'm taking your word for it."
Smith leaned the large vibrator down against Levi's thigh so he wouldn't have to hold it while he drizzled it with lube from the bottle. Smith did all this with one hand, the other still trapped by the fingers in Levi's ass. They eased out slowly, and Smith carefully used them to spread the slick fluid all over the vibrator, before removing the glove from that hand.
"I'm going to insert this now. Give me a deep breath."
Levi drew in his breath until his lungs were full, and then let it out as the rubbery shaft was carefully slid inside him. It was wider at the base, and it quickly became obvious that he couldn't take it all, but that was a nonissue when the rest of it was so long.
"Perfect." Smith praised him. "It's inside now. I'm going to let it go, and do your best not to let it slide out, alright?"
Levi nodded, knowing full well that it was too big to be going anywhere regardless of anything he tried to do. Smith released the toy, leaving it to anchor itself with the tip pressing up near Levi's prostate. A small shiver of arousal passed through him in the aftermath of his first orgasm, and he groaned.
"You're taking me out for a test run tonight, aren't you, Smith?"
He was too high on his release to care how that sounded, and Smith only chuckled.
"Have to if I'm to get any good results. Now lie still, I need to clean you up."
Levi's cock and the bullet attached to it were lifted so that Smith could wipe away the liquid drying on his midsection. He let the tissue briefly touch the head of Levi's cock, and the man flinched.
"Still so sensitive…" Smith murmured, as though taking notes for later. "Best leave it alone for now."
Levi didn't dare answer, afraid that if he did, something ridiculous would come out. He regained something like a regular breathing pattern while Smith finished drying him up and then came back to lean over him. He tapped the bottom end of the vibrator with a strong finger, and the shocks of his action ran up the sides and into Levi's body.
"Ready?" Smith asked him. "I'm going to turn it on now."
"I think I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Levi sighed, twisting his body slightly and then rolling back into place. "Let's do it."
If Levi had liked how the thin green vibrator had felt, he wasn't prepared for how good a much larger one would feel. The vibration that sang through his flesh when Smith turned it on was so strong and passed so deeply into him that he nearly jolted right up off the bed. With another curse and moan, Levi was canting his hips down toward that lovely toy, wanting Smith to move it. But he just held it in place, slowly moving it in circles within Levi, not thrusting it back and forth like Levi wanted.
"Patience, Robbie." Smith told him, when Levi made a loud, frustrated grunt. "Remember, I have you here until you're spent."
Levi huffed out a laugh and asked jokingly,
"And how long is that?"
"That…" Smith said, leaning down and placing a little kiss on his thigh, "is what I intend to discover."
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When Smith unbuckled the restraints, over an hour later, Levi was barely clinging to consciousness. He was drifting in a haze of glorious contentment, weariness, and tingling bliss running through his entire body. He was covered in sweat, his cock and ass raw with use, and his limbs trembling from spasming over and over and constantly pulling at his bonds. Smith had come close to torturing him with pleasure there toward the end, after making him come at least four times, with number five being more of a dry orgasm wrung from his exhausted body. Levi had become a mindless, groaning, whimpering, pleading entity of pure sensation, while Smith handled him perfectly.
Levi still had no idea how Smith managed to stay in control while wielding so much power and not getting off himself. He trusted that it was what he wanted, but he still had no where near the level of self-control Smith apparently had.
When Smith began cleaning him up again, gently pulling the medical tape and the bullet from his cock, and cleaning the toys, Levi just panted and let out little groans as aftershock after aftershock of pleasure rang out through his spent cock like the ripples on a lake. By the time he could remember his own name, he realized Smith was talking to him.
"Robbie, can you sit up and drink for me?"
The thought of moving his body at all was a difficult one, but he knew it was probably a good idea after being tied in one position for so long. At least, he thought that he thought that. Any thoughts he had at all right now were slow and sluggish.
"Easy now, I know you're not there in the head yet."
Smith helped him to sit up, supporting him with one strong arm. Finally, Levi opened his eyes again. The room seemed brighter than he remembered, and Smith's face more flushed. Then again, he couldn't blame the man after all that he'd done to him.
"Thanks." Levi slurred, taking the paper cup in trembling fingers and sipping carefully. Smith sat beside him and brushed a hand through his hair, all the while keeping that arm around him for support.
"Well, are you alright?" He asked.
"Yea…I'm….uuuh…I'm floating on cloud nine right now…" Levi again slurred, giving Smith what he was sure was a big, dopey smile that he just couldn't stop. "That…was good…one of the most amazing treatments you've ever given me."
Smith raised an eyebrow at him.
"One of the best?"
Levi huffed a laugh at his cheekiness before answering,
"Well, that whole…uh…mouth treatment was pretty enjoyable, both giving and receiving, I'll admit."
Levi saw the twinkle in Smith's eyes turn to a blazing fire. Levi picked up on it and decided to stoke it into a full-on roar.
"Is it ok if maybe…we tack that on too? I mean, I'm willing, and you look like you could use…"
Smith was bulging the front of his pants so hard that it nearly looked painful.
"Do you have enough energy for that?" Smith asked, looking calm but unable to hide the undercurrent of desperation in his voice at Levi's offer. Levi answered by pulling away from Smith and rolling onto his side once more, beckoning Smith forward with a hand.
"I won't even have to sit up, you've got the bed so high."
Levi was proud to see the crack he'd started in Smith's otherwise dedicated performance, when he got off the bed, faced him, and swallowed hard.
"If you're sure." Was all he said, while he reached down to lower his zipper.
"Hell yeah, I am. Come here."
Smith followed Levi's outstretched hands and came up to his bedside. He fumbled for the control to lower the bed just a little, and put the safety bar all the way down so that Levi wouldn't have to lift his head if he didn't want to. With very few words between them beyond, 'come on', and 'that's it', Levi got Smith's cock out, and rubbed the throbbing, overheated shaft in his hand a few times before sliding his mouth over it. This time, a long, deep groan ripped from Smiths' mouth. Had Levi's own mouth not been full, he would've smiled.
Instead he committed himself fully to sucking Smith off as best as he was able, lying there on his side with his head still half cradled on the pillow. His flesh sang when Smith's hands threaded into his hair and ran thirstily over the back of his neck.
"That's good…oh, you're already doing great…"
Levi's heart swelled with ridiculous pride and he worked all the harder to pleasure every inch of Smith's cock, devouring it ferociously. Smith had obviously been holding out for a long time, at least four orgasms for Levi and not even a touch to his own cock. Now he was shaking and moaning and grunting like Levi had never heard him allow himself before.
Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for him to curl over Levi, his fingers tightening on Levi's head as the hot droplets landed on his tongue. Almost too low to hear came the words,
"Good boy, good boy…"
Levi pulled hard with his lips and hand to reward him for those secret words, squeezing out every last drop from him. Levi only pulled away when Smith had enough overstimulation and gently pushed him away.
"Let me get you a…"
Before Smith could finish the breathy words, Levi opened his mouth wide, showing that he had swallowed without even thinking. The man couldn't hide his satisfied smirk, and tucked himself away into his pants before zipping up. He then relaxed into the bedside chair. A few moments passed, filled with their recovering breathing. Finally, Smith said,
"I apologize, I got a little…"
"Oh, for heavens' sake," Levi sighed, "Hoover Dam."
Smith seemed to relax upon hearing those words, and Levi slurred into a little rant,
"God, you're making me question how authentic I really want you to be! That was amazing and you go and try to apologize for giving in to my own prompting? Ugh! You're exasperating sometimes…"
Smith was smiling dazedly at his little non-angry outburst. He ran his fingers through his hair, being sure it was just as smoothed down as before. When he spoke, his voice was a bit softer and sincerer than Levi had heard it before.
"I won't lie; sometimes it's hard to maintain the role when you turn me on so much."
Levi chuckled happily at that, unable to help just how flattered he felt by that. Smith hadn't needed to tell him that, but he wanted Levi to know just how much he desired him…that was empowering. Levi rubbed at his face a bit, then rotated his wrists a few times.
"At least I know my whimpering patient act is what works for you."
Smith rose from his seat and came toward the bed. Levi didn't even attempt to sit up as his hands were grasped in much larger ones, and his wrists inspected gently by those warm fingers. Without saying anything, Smith checked his ankles too, being sure that there were no breaks to his skin or bruising. At least, that's what Levi assumed he was doing as he lightly ran his fingers around the skin where the cuffs had held him. When he was apparently satisfied that Levi was whole, he delicately pulled Levi's open gown close together to hide Levi's body and preserve his modesty once more. Only then did he meet Levi's gaze and answer his previous statement with,
"It's you that works for me."
The surge of warmth that flooded through Levi was startling, and his lips parted in surprise. He pried himself off the mattress to sit up, shifted so that his legs hung over the side of the bed, and he felt the warmth of Smith's thighs against his knees. Boldly, Levi lifted trembling hands and lightly ran them over Smith's crisp white coat. The taller man eased a bit closer, sliding big hands deftly over Levi's upper arms.
"What a cheesy, sentimental thing to say to a stranger." Levi said, shaking his head. "But…you know, you're pretty perfect for me too. I mean, you're so kind, and patient…and…big…"
A giant smile lit up Smith's face and he tilted his head back in a soundless laugh before looking down at Levi and lifting a hand to caress his cheek.
"And you're crass, impatient, and demanding. But you're still sweet. And small…I like how small you are. Like a little doll…"
"I could kick you in the balls for saying that." Levi threatened, the grin on his face showing he wasn't serious. "I'm at the right height for it on this bed."
"Ah, I don't think so."
"And why not?" Levi asked, jutting out his chin in defiance.
"You like me too much."
While the old part of him demanded that he protest and try to deny Smith's words, he was just too content and happy with this easy flirting and how warm it made him inside that he just laughed. Shaking his head, he put his arms around Smith's waist in a loose embrace.
"You got me there. I…do really like you. I mean, in or out of roleplay…you're just amazing."
As Levi spoke, he realized just how close they were, enough to see the fine lines of the scar on Smith's face. It was deeper up close than he'd thought, a little more livid too. It must have hurt like a bitch. Smith matched Levi's boldness and cupped his face in one big, warm hand.
"We…aren't roleplaying right now."
He said softly, his eyes flicking down to Levi's lips. Levi felt his heart start dancing the tango, and he only whispered back.
"No, we're not…"
Smith very slowly leaned in, enough to make his intentions known, but cautious enough to wait for Levi's approval.
"Is that…ok?"
Levi began staring at Smith's lips as well, and he quickly swiped his tongue over his own before answering with a breathed,
"Yeah…"
When their lips met, it was gentle. A press and slide that was almost chaste. Then they did it again. And again. And again. And suddenly it felt like they'd both been complete idiots to have not done this before, and they moved with more purpose and intensity. Levi wrapped his hands around Smith's neck, and Smith in turn held him around the waist and pulled him closer. Their eyes closed and it was like a dam broke. They began devouring each other's mouths like their lives depended on it, and their hands clutched and roamed each other's upper bodies. Sounds of want began escaping between their joined mouths; breaths sharply through their noses, soft moans, desperate gasping whenever they broke apart briefly. As many times as he'd climaxed that night, Levi still felt an incredible wave of excitement go through his spent flesh.
The feel of Smith's lips was so good. Soft and warm and moist, so full of passion. It had been so long since he'd kissed anyone like this, like it meant something. When that thought crossed Levi's mind, he suddenly wanted more than he could've possibly guessed he would. He held on tighter and began begging with his lips for more, for Smith to dominate him, to lead him, to smother him with attention. Smith responded, cradling his head firmly in both hands and holding him in place as he plunged his tongue forward into the depths of Levi's mouth. Levi shivered, and opened up for him at once, letting Smith tip his head back and eventually dip his entire body back over his arm and onto the mattress. He ended up on his back with Smith laying over him, never breaking the kiss. He lost track of time as they kissed wildly, like two lovers who had been apart too long. When they finally did break apart to gasp and pant, they stared at each other with a mix of satisfaction and wariness.
"Should we have done that?" Smith asked, sounding only partially unsure.
"Who cares?" Levi gasped, grabbing Smith's perfectly white lapels and pulling him back down, laying another one on Smith, distracting him from whatever struggle he might have been having. Another round of hungry kisses and they both had to change positions, levering up to how they had been previously; Smith standing and Levi sitting on the bed. They pecked at each other's lips a dozen more times without locking mouths, and then stopped to recover, staring into each other's eyes.
"Well…" Smith gasped lightly.
"Well…" Levi echoed, just as breathless.
"That was wonderful…"
"Yea, it really was…" Levi stole a few more light kisses before he continued, "is there any way to add that to the roster?"
"Absolutely. As long as you're ok with me doing it as your doctor as well."
"I don't care how you fucking do it, as long as you kiss me from here on out." Levi nearly moaned, wrapping one leg around Smith's thigh and trying to cling closer to him. Smith let him for a moment, holding him in a tight embrace before gently easing him away to arm's length.
"Count on it. But, I think we should continue this tomorrow. As right as it feels, this isn't the time. I want to be able to kiss you beforehand, during, and after."
Levi whined a little, purposefully like a spoiled brat. This made Smith grin at him and pat his cheek like he was really a child. Levi slapped his hand away and chuckled, then sighed and nodded his agreement.
"Guess we are both tired out."
Smith released him entirely and stepped back, before looking a little lost and clearing his throat.
"You know…I don't really feel like slipping back into 'Dr. mode'. Can I just tell you straight?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Tonight the idea was to push you to your limit, see how much you could take. In the roleplay the purpose was to see basically how your 'condition' responded to high physical stress. Next time I want to try the opposite. I'll be seeing how you react when completely at ease. The focus will solely be on relaxation and calming. We'll be in a new room to suit the purpose."
Levi raised an eyebrow.
"Relaxing orgasms?"
That annoying and yet still amazingly charming smirk rose to Smith's scarred face, and he crossed his arms and leaned back confidently on the counter.
"Just trust me; have I let you down yet?"
Levi snorted.
"Not yet, Mr. Perfect."
"Don't worry, the second you see the new room you'll understand what I have in mind. When you get there, strip down to your boxers and wait for me on the bed."
A faint spark of arousal managed to flare up in Levi at how Smith gazed at him when he said that. It sounded so much more like an invitation rather than an instruction. Levi bit his lip, wanting to ask, but unsure if it was to soon or not. Perceptive as he was, Smith narrowed his bright blue eyes and said,
"If there's something you want, just ask me."
It took another second of Levi reminding himself that he was a grown-ass man who shouldn't be so shy asking for this considering all they'd done, but then he went ahead and asked,
"Are we going to fuck this time?"
That wiped the smug look off Smith's face in no time flat. He seemed to go entirely still, and when he did move it was to take a single, deep breath. One of his hands came up to rub at his chin, and he broke eyes contact as he thought. When he did speak it was slow and even, very controlled.
"I would like to. Despite what you might think, I would like to, desperately."
"That's not an answer." Levi pressed carefully, barely keeping the stopper on his impatience.
"I'll meet you halfway, how's that sound?" Smith said. "I promise I won't make you wait one more session if you don't want to, but give me the next one at least, and I promise I'll still make it good for us both and broke us to a more intimate place."
"Any particular reason you're holding out on what many argue to be the point of a place like this?" Levi asked. "I really have loved everything you've done to me, I've said that over and over. I also did state that I wanted my partner to forget about actual intercourse until I'd deemed them worthy. But, I have; I want that from you now. I do respect you enough to understand if you have your reasons for waiting, but you can't blame me for being curious."
"I wouldn't." Smith assured him, shifting into a more relaxed pose. "I've always believed in easing into things like this, even in a club. So, I'm sorry, but I enjoy the slow burn if you will, building up to the pinnacle of all two people can experience together. You can understand that, can't you?"
"I suppose I can." Levi felt a little grumpy with Smith's answer, so he pressed once more. "But you will, right? Soon?"
"Oh, trust me, if I didn't have a delicious plan in mind for you over the next few sessions…I'd fuck you right now."
The blunt words made Levi swallow, and officially gave him his sixth erection of the night.
"Oh." Was all he could think to say now that all the blood had drained down into his cock yet again. Smith didn't ignore it either, and cocked his head to make clear he was staring at the tent forming in Levi's gown.
"Down, boy," He said with twinkling eyes staring into Levi's, "patience is a virtue, and I've spoiled you enough for one night."
"Oh, shut up and get out of here!" Levi griped, snatching the pillow and plopping it in his lap to hide. Silly considering all they'd done. Smith gave a loud and merry laugh, before coming up to place a hand on Levi's shoulder.
"Your wish is my command, little prince. Same time tomorrow?"
"Works for me."
"I'll see you then."
Smith braved another peck of Levi's frowning mouth, and left. Well, only after pausing at the door to look over his shoulder and flash him one last fond smile. To which Levi's frown softened entirely against his will.
When the door closed, Levi slapped both his hands over his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut and trying not to let out a very unmanly squeal. What was happening to him? He hadn't asked for these warm, fuzzy feelings that had long ago died for him, but now that they were reemerging he was almost giddy. He felt like a love-struck teen rather than someone trying out a roleplay community. He couldn't help it; he really, really liked Smith. So much that it annoyed him that he was using a fake name, and referring to Levi by his own fake name. He actually wanted well…more…He wanted to go out to a nice meal with Smith, see his muscles work to do sets together in the weight room, curl up on a sofa and watch a movie. Didn't want to worry about blurring roles, instead just get to know him for who he really was.
"Damnit!" Levi cursed out loud to himself, "It's like I want to date him…"
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TBC