Sex Addiction

Ryou looked at the clock again; it was getting late and he was running out of excuses to not go to Bakura’s room. The events of the day before had shaken him badly. What in the world could have induced him to touch Bakura like that? He never should’ve taken his gag off.

Now, with the time approaching to give Bakura his sedative, Ryou was trying to calm himself as much as possible. He’ll be strapped down and gagged, Ryou reminded himself; just give the shot and leave. Just give the shot and leave. This was Ryou’s mantra as he walked down the empty hallway. Once again, he was one of the few personnel left in the building, and he was beginning to wish that he had done this earlier just so he wouldn’t feel so alone.

He opened the outer door, repeating his mantra to himself. Taking a deep breath, he opened the inner door, and for a brief moment was staring into garnet eyes before he was grabbed. Ryou’s fight-or-flight mode kicked in before his mind did, so that he was struggling for several moments without really processing what was happening. Strong arms held him tight, a hand twisted his own arm behind his back, another hand clapped over his mouth before he had the presence of mind to scream. It hit him at that moment: Bakura had escaped.

“Hello, pretty one,” the dark voice murmured in his ear. Ryou’s only response was to struggle against the freed inmate, his heart jackhammering its way into his throat as panic overcame him. Unable to free himself from Bakura’s grasp, Ryou was forced over to the bed that had previously been Bakura’s prison. Bakura’s hand left Ryou’s mouth, but was quickly replaced by the black plastic ball that had once silenced Bakura. Ryou kicked and tried to scream around the gag, but Bakura shoved him onto the bed and secured the straps around one arm, then the other. By then Ryou was immobile enough that Bakura had no problem tying down his legs.

There was no escape. Ryou tugged at his bonds only in an outpouring of panic, as in the back of his mind he knew that he was Bakura’s prisoner. Bakura sat on Ryou’s stomach and he stared up fearfully at the cool garnet eyes, which did not show any hint of the strain or effort needed to apprehend or secure Ryou. Instead he smirked, running his hand down Ryou’s chest.

“Thanks for the help,” he said, holding up something small and metallic. Ryou squinted; it looked like a mangled paperclip. Bakura toyed with the hem of Ryou’s shirt. “I told you I might have to do something to you…” he said softly. Ryou whined into his gag, pulling harder at the straps. He was starting to have trouble breathing, and that problem only intensified as Bakura’s warm hand slid under his shirt. Unable to move, the only protest Ryou could make was a few moans as Bakura found his nipples and pinched them playfully.

“Mmmrrrmmph… mmm…” Ryou wasn’t used to being touched this way; the hand roaming about under his shirt was such a foreign feeling that his mind could barely comprehend it. He was momentarily relieved as Bakura withdrew, then terrified as Bakura’s hands traced the outline of his hips towards his loins. It was then, with great mortification, that Ryou realized he was actually getting hard. Bakura seemed much more pleased with this than Ryou was.

“Hmm, so you are having a little fun, aren’t you?” he grinned as he slipped his hand under the waistband of Ryou’s pants and stroked him roughly. Ryou screamed into his gag, twisting on the bed in a futile attempt to get away. Bakura’s grin widened and he leaned down to run his tongue along Ryou’s lower stomach.

Then, as if remembering something, Bakura pulled himself off the bed and kneeled next to it. Ryou hoped that he was making his getaway; at least if Bakura left, the worst that could happen to Ryou would be having to lie restrained and gagged until he was found in the morning. That, however, did not appear to be Bakura’s intention.

Bakura undid his pants and slid them down a bit to reveal his very full erection. He pushed it against Ryou’s restrained hand; Ryou tried to recoil from it but had nowhere to go.

“Stroke it…” Bakura said huskily. Ryou shook his head. Bakura grabbed between Ryou’s legs and squeezed hard, causing tears to spring into Ryou’s eyes.

“Trust me, little Ryou,” Bakura said, his voice soft but menacing, “I can do a lot worse than this.”
Frightened of the connotation of that statement, Ryou reluctantly wrapped his hand around Bakura’s hard shaft and tentatively stroked up and down. Bakura responded by thrusting his hips, one hand grabbing the side of the bed as he moaned softly. After a few moments Bakura grasped Ryou’s hand and forced it to stroke at a quicker pace.

“Faster, little one,” he moaned. Ryou shut his eyes tightly, wishing fervently that this wasn’t happening, but he felt a hard smack on his leg. “Look at me, damn it,” Bakura growled, and Ryou looked into his eyes as he spilled himself onto the bed and Ryou’s hand.

Ryou shut his eyes again, trying to block out the feeling of warmth and wetness in his palm. A firm hand turned his head and he looked to see Bakura running his tongue in circles on the gag. “You’re awfully good at that,” Bakura said; Ryou could feel his hot breath on his face. “I just might have to keep you.”

Ryou’s eyes widened and he shook his head, protesting unintelligibly, but Bakura did not seem to notice. He stood and walked over to a closet, rummaging around through it and producing a strait-jacket. Ryou didn’t even think those were used anymore. He knew his struggles were useless, but he continued in his panic as he realized what Bakura was going to do. The former inmate freed Ryou’s legs from the restraints, unhooking the straps from the bed and using them to bind Ryou’s knees and ankles together. He straddled Ryou’s waist before releasing his arms, easily overpowering the smaller man and forcing him into the strait-jacket. He flipped Ryou onto his stomach as he secured the bindings at the back of the jacket. A strap went between Ryou’s legs, meant to keep the prisoner from slipping the jacket over their head; Bakura pulled it hard, causing Ryou to cry out as the pressure found his sensitive, partial erection. Satisfied that Ryou was quite helpless, Bakura retrieved Ryou’s keys from his back pocket and went to unlock the door.

Blinded with panic, Ryou twisted vainly in the strait-jacket and struggled against the straps on his legs, but to no avail. With the door unlocked, Bakura lifted Ryou onto his shoulder and walked out into the hallway. The institution was silent; in despair Ryou realized there was very little chance that anyone but the two night guards were still there, and they weren’t the most reliable individuals that Ryou had met. Bakura stopped briefly to consult a handy map of the building; he distractedly smacked Ryou’s ass as Ryou tried to squirm. Bakura carried Ryou into the elevator, went down to the first floor and out into the employee parking lot. Ryou’s car key had been with the key to Bakura’s room; Ryou cursed himself for not having left it in his locker.

Bakura unlocked the trunk and unceremoniously dumped Ryou’s bound form into the small space. He grinned down at Ryou. “You’ve been working too much; it’s time you took some time off.” With that, he shut the hood of the trunk and Ryou was confined to darkness. Ryou tried for a few moments to kick at the hood, but it was locked in place, and there was no way anyone (if anyone was even in the parking lot) could hear his muffled cries. Ryou jumped as the engine started and he felt the car begin to move. He couldn’t believe it; he had been kidnapped by a deranged, dangerous sex addict. Overwhelmed, terrified and exhausted, Ryou fell into a faint and dreamt of garnet eyes.

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Ryou woke with a start; he was sweating and, even though he had been asleep, he felt exhausted. It was as if he had just woken from a terrible dream. He opened his eyes to soft light around him. His vision swam with colors before he was able to discern that he was in a rather stylish living room. The soft light was coming from a fireplace near him; it appeared to be dark outside. As he tried to sit up, he realized something that made his heart sink to his knees.

It wasn’t a dream.

His arms and legs were immobile from the strait-jacket and straps and his jaw ached from being held open by the gag. Spurred on by panic Ryou fought his bonds but with little result: his only accomplishment was rolling around on the floor.

“Morning, sunshine,” a dark velvet voice said. Ryou twisted around to see Bakura sitting languidly on a couch above him, munching on an apple. Unable to escape from his bonds, and not seeing any other way out, Ryou merely stared back. It took him a moment to realize that he was shaking. Bakura discarded the half-eaten apple, took hold of Ryou’s legs and pulled so that Ryou’s feet were sitting on Bakura’s lap. Ryou barely had the energy to resist.

Bakura casually removed Ryou’s shoes, tossing them over his shoulder, then removed his socks. He leaned down and took one of Ryou’s big toes in his mouth, sucking on it. Ryou squirmed; his feet were very ticklish, and it did not escape Bakura’s notice. He ran his fingertips along the soles of Ryou’s feet, causing Ryou to jerk away from his touch. Bakura smirked.

“I’ll have to play with those later,” he purred. Ryou squealed as Bakura suddenly flipped him over onto his stomach, setting himself down on Ryou’s back. The painful pressure between Ryou’s legs was suddenly gone as Bakura released the strait-jacket strap, but there was no way Ryou could wriggle out while Bakura was on top of him. However, he realized why the strap had been released as Bakura pulled his pants down to reveal his ass.

“Well, isn’t that pretty,” Bakura said, chuckling as Ryou whined in protest. The trapped young man yelped as Bakura suddenly spanked him, a loud smack echoing through the room, followed by another, and another. Ryou twisted underneath Bakura but could not get away from the stinging blows. “There… nice and red,” Bakura said with satisfaction, running his fingernails over the sensitive skin and causing Ryou to moan in pain.

Ryou’s green eyes widened and he nearly screamed as Bakura reached down to grip his length, which he realized, with a flush of embarrassment, was starting to get hard. Bakura wrapped his hand around it tightly, pumping it a few times.

“Mrrmph… nngh… mmph…”

“Enjoying that, are you?” Ryou could see Bakura’s satisfied smirk as clearly as if he was looking into his face. “Maybe you’ll enjoy this, too…”

That was all the warning Ryou had as something warm and wet suddenly invaded his tight hole. That was it; Ryou screamed into his gag, bucking as hard as he could to get Bakura off of him, but his reply was a hard hit to his sore ass and a tight grip on his cock.

“You know, if you relax, it will be a lot easier for you…” Ryou wasn’t sure whether to be reassured or terrified by that voice, but a small part of him accepted that he wasn’t going to escape and he bit down on the gag as Bakura’s fingers entered him again. He could feel his insides being stretched; somewhere in his mind he comprehended that he was getting even harder. It took him a moment to notice that Bakura was no longer on top of him. The taller man grabbed Ryou’s hips and hauled them upwards, so that Ryou lay on his knees, his face in the soft carpet and his ass in the air. Bakura was kneeling over him, and Ryou suddenly felt an intensely warm, wet but not unpleasant feeling creep slowly around his tight entrance. Ryou let out a low moan, undecided between moving away from the feeling or trying to accommodate it.

Bakura flicked his tongue over Ryou’s virgin entrance, smirking at the array of sounds he elicited from his prisoner. Deciding that Ryou was ready enough, Bakura rolled him back over, shoved him onto the couch, removed the restraints from Ryou’s legs along with his pants, then used the straps to spread his legs wide. Too exhausted and overwhelmed to put up much of a fight, Ryou’s only response was a useless attempt to close his legs as he watched Bakura’s erection emerge.

Ryou looked up, mesmerized for a moment by those lusty garnet eyes as Bakura’s impressive length was poised at his entrance. Ryou threw his head back, screaming with abandon as Bakura thrust into him up to the hilt. Something inside of Ryou caught on fire, like a cap igniting gunpowder, then it was gone as Bakura withdrew, but in the next moment it was back. After several more thrusts Ryou couldn’t figure out if he was screaming from the pain of being filled or from… from the…

Coherent thought had already been difficult; now it was nearly impossible. Had he really been working at the institution just a few hours ago? Had he been worrying about his car payment just that morning? The continued frenzy of movement as Bakura satisfied his own need banished these thoughts, and Ryou screamed again as Bakura grabbed Ryou’s hard length and stroked it roughly.

He couldn’t believe it… he wouldn’t believe it… He had been bound and kidnapped, and now was being pounded in the ass, by a deranged sex addict. It was so humiliating, so shameful, so degrading…

Bakura came suddenly, leaning forward and biting into Ryou’s shoulder as he spilled into Ryou’s body.

… But it felt SO good…

Moments later Ryou cried out as he violently came, the milky liquid splattering the front of the strait-jacket. He barely registered the fact that the gag was being removed until warm lips found his in an aggressive kiss, and that was the last thing he knew as he tumbled into an exhausted, blissful oblivion.

Thank you to those who reviewed; I hope the length of this chapter is more to your liking. I don’t think that this will be the end of it. I still have so much more I can do to Ryou. I’m also wondering if anyone is opposed to adding a couple others doms to the mix (*coughMarikuMalikcough*) sometime in the future.