Sex Addiction

Ryou stared through one of the living room windows at the trees that seemed to surround the house. He hadn’t been able to figure out where he was, and even if he could he wasn’t sure what good it would do; Bakura wasn’t giving him any chance to escape. Case in point: Bakura had apparently realized that the house (Ryou wasn’t sure if it actually belonged to Bakura or not) was low on food, and had headed out in Ryou’s car to remedy the situation. As for Ryou…

Bakura had tied his prisoner, whose clothes had been discarded, to one of the kitchen chairs, his hands secured behind the back of the chair and more rope pinning his torso down. His feet were tied to the back legs of the chair so that they couldn’t reach the ground, and therefore couldn’t move the chair without heavy risk of falling over. Bakura had abandoned the ball gag in favor of stuffing Ryou’s mouth with a cloth and taping it shut. The tightness of the ropes digging into his skin was torment in its own way, but Bakura hadn’t stopped there.

Twine was wrapped in a figure 8 tightly around his sac and the base of his cock; the other end was tied to the leg of a heavy coffee table, pulling the twine taut. Ryou’s ass was already sore from the previous night, but he couldn’t imagine how sore he was going to be when this was over. He had tried scooting the chair closer to relieve the tension but to no avail; if he struggled it only seemed to pull the twine tighter around his sac. He had instead tried to focus on freeing his arms, but the knots had been tied out of his reach and it was hard to concentrate when one was… well, hard.

That almost frustrated Ryou more than the fact that he was tied to a chair and that his cock was being tortured; why the hell was he AROUSED by this? He had tried to convince himself that his reaction to the previous night’s… activities had been a physiological reaction, prompted by adrenaline and all of Bakura’s fondling. But, now he was tied up, with no Bakura, and the only stimulation his cock was getting was painful. It’s just a physiological reaction, he told himself; a reaction to stress. Yes, that’s it, just a reaction to stress. It’s not like he was enjoying it. Of course he wasn’t enjoying it. There was no way…

Ryou jumped slightly as the door opened suddenly, causing his cock and balls to jerk against the twine, eliciting an involuntary moan. Bakura grinned as he dumped a sack of groceries on the dining table.

“Having fun?”

Ryou remained silent. He was determined not to let Bakura get a reaction out of him, if he could help it. That did not last long, however, as Bakura pulled a pair of clothespins out of the shopping bag. Ryou eyed them warily; he was quickly becoming suspicious of every single movement that Bakura made.

Bakura sauntered over to Ryou and tugged playfully on the twine, causing Ryou to moan again and push his hips forward to alleviate the sensation. “Hmm, I like that sound,” Bakura said; his words came out like a soft growl. He leaned down and circled his tongue around one of Ryou’s nipples. Ryou jerked away from the feeling, but had nowhere to go, and his nipple responded of its own accord. Once the bud of flesh had perked outward, Bakura grasped it with his fingertips and clamped it with one of the clothespins. Ryou shrieked in protest, his arms pulling at the ropes in an automatic attempt to remove the offending clamp. He shook his head as Bakura went to the other nipple, trying to make a coherent sound through the cloth and tape, but could only cry out again as the other nipple was squeezed by the second clothespin.

Standing up, Bakura took an admiring look at his prisoner and absently stroked Ryou’s semi-erect length. “I should’ve gotten a camera. You look so pretty right now.” Ryou barely heard him, he was so engrossed with the pain in his nipples. He moaned as Bakura left to take the grocery sack to the kitchen, leaving him to his torment. Ryou had never imagined that something so simple could be so painful. It seemed like an eternity before Bakura re-emerged from the kitchen. He sat down on the couch, staring at Ryou like a predator ready to pounce. The intensity of that stare made the question that came out of his mouth seem rather odd.

“Can you cook?”

Ryou stared back uncomprehendingly; could he what? Bakura reached out and tugged on the twine again, causing Ryou to shift in discomfort. “Yes or no: can you cook?”

Tentatively, Ryou nodded. He knew a few simple recipes, enough that he didn’t have to eat out every night. He struggled to remember some of them. It bothered Ryou for a moment that life before Bakura seemed so distant, as if it had never existed.

Bakura went over to Ryou and flicked one of the clothespins with his fingers. Ryou yelped and squirmed away as best he could.

“You want those off?”

Ryou nodded fervently.

“Then you’re going to cook dinner.”

Ryou just nodded again; anything to get those damn clothespins off his nipples. Bakura removed them and tossed them aside, then went to untie the twine holding Ryou’s cock hostage. A moment later Ryou nearly screamed. The blood rushing back into the formerly pinched skin was making it hurt even more.

Bakura grinned up at him. “Hurts worse after they’ve been taken off, doesn’t it?” Ryou frowned at Bakura. He could have at least warned him about that.

Untied except for his hands and still naked, Ryou was led into the kitchen. He bit back a cry as Bakura tore his gag off, pulling the cloth out of his mouth. “Well, chef,” he said mockingly, holding onto Ryou by his hair, “What’s for dinner?”

Ryou glanced at the kitchen table where the contents of the grocery bag were scattered. He blinked; it appeared that Bakura liked steak. Lots of steak. How he was able to afford that, Ryou wasn’t sure.

“St-steak?” Ryou finally stuttered. Bakura raised an eyebrow.

“Rare?”

“R-rare.”

Nodding in satisfaction, Bakura led Ryou closer to the stove. It was only then that Ryou noticed a chain; one end was attached to the base of the stove, the other to a metal cuff. Bakura locked the cuff around Ryou’s ankle, then untied his hands. He squeezed Ryou’s round ass, told him to get to it, and left the kitchen.

Ryou tried for several moments to loosen the chain attached to the stove, but there was no way. He would need the key to the padlock that held the chain place, and he was sure that Bakura had it. Knowing that he could be punished severely for not doing what Bakura had told him to do, Ryou took a look around the kitchen. It was actually rather well-equipped, and Ryou spotted a built-in stove-top grill that would be perfect for the steaks.

As the meat sizzled on the hot grill, Ryou felt his stomach twist itself into a knot of hunger. He hadn’t eaten since the day before, and even though he didn’t eat red meat very often he wasn’t feeling very discriminating in his current position. Ryou went to a cabinet to find a plate, and as he turned he discovered that the smell must have lured Bakura back into the kitchen. The taller man was looking Ryou up and down, that same predatory look on his face. Ryou blushed, feeling self-conscious, and tried to focus on the food.

Hoping that what he thought was rare was the same as what Bakura thought was rare, Ryou set the plate with two sizzling steaks onto the table. He quickly learned that Bakura was a very fast, and very messy, eater. The first steak was gone almost instantly, so Ryou was surprised when Bakura actually used a knife to cut the second one in half. One half was also inhaled, then he pushed the plate towards Ryou. Ryou didn’t move, and Bakura looked at him crossly.

“Eat,” he ordered. Ryou looked at the steak warily; was this some sort of trick? Bakura just rolled his eyes.

“I kidnapped you for the sex, not so I could starve you,” he growled, standing up to leave. “And wash up when you’re done.”

Ryou discovered at that point that he could eat just as fast as Bakura could. His hunger abated, Ryou was feeling a bit better as he scrubbed the grease off of the grill. He washed the only plate that he had used, leaned down to put the soap away, then turned to put the plate back in the cabinet. Moments later there was a thump and a crash; Ryou’s leg had caught on the chain and he fell to the floor. The plate shattered into several pieces on the tile.

The sharp edges of the broken dishware gleamed in the kitchen light as Ryou stared at it. Hearing footsteps, he looked up to see the stern figure of Bakura standing over him. Bakura raised an eyebrow.

“Couldn’t even handle that simple task?” he drawled mockingly.

“I… I can clean it up…” Ryou tried to say, but Bakura grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to his feet.

“Oh, no… You need to learn your lesson, you need to be punished. And I, little Ryou, have a punishment that you won’t soon forget.”

Bakura released the shackle around Ryou’s ankle, twisted his arms behind his back and pushed him to the huge table in the nearby dining room. Moments later, despite Ryou’s struggling, he was spread-eagled on the table with his wrists and ankles tied. He couldn’t escape, he couldn’t shield himself, and he was terrified of what Bakura was going to do.

“Please, it was an accident, I swear I’ll clean it up…” he pleaded with his captor, but Bakura merely taped his mouth shut again. He also pulled a blindfold over his prisoner’s eyes; at that point Ryou thought he was going to hyperventilate. He jumped at the slightest noise and he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. He cried out, not in pain but in mere surprise, as Bakura touched Ryou’s foot. This was it, Ryou thought; he was going to be tortured and killed by a maniac, and his mutilated body parts would be found in a trash bag some miles away to be featured on the local segment of the evening news.

This particular train of thought explained why Ryou was shocked into silence and submission, at least for a few moments, when he felt a soft, wispy sensation on the bottom of his foot. Being quite ticklish, Ryou jerked his foot away from the feeling, but it followed him, swishing up and down the inside of his calf. It felt like a feather. Was Bakura… tickling him?

Ryou wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or even more terrified. He wasn’t going to be killed… however, he was going to be tickled, which might have the same result. He gasped as the feather flicked over his toes, returning to the sole of his foot. Beginning to laugh, Ryou twisted against his bonds, trying to find a way to escape from the feather. He heard Bakura’s deep chuckle; damn it, he was enjoying this far too much.

Another sensation intruded on the sole of Ryou’s other foot; Ryou concluded that it was Bakura’s hand rather than another feather, but the effect it had was about the same. The feather moved up to the inside of Ryou’s thighs, yet another highly sensitive spot, and Ryou squealed in response. He jumped, nearly banging his head on the table, as Bakura’s tongue found his toes, gently licking and sucking while the feather continued to torture his legs.

Suddenly all the sensations stopped. Ryou nearly breathed a sigh of relief, but listened carefully, trying to figure out where Bakura was. How was he able to move without making a sound?

“Mmm… MMPH!” The feather had found Ryou’s stomach, and Ryou heard Bakura laugh again. Ryou would have been indignant if he hadn’t been laughing so hard. His sides were beginning to hurt and breathing was becoming difficult. A hand reached over to pinch at one of his nipples; this did not help. If Bakura went to his armpits next, Ryou was going to lose it.

Instead, the feather swished lower, making heat rise in Ryou’s cheeks. The feather tickled at his sac and traveled languidly up and down his cock… Damn it, why was he getting hard? Ryou let out an unintentional moan as the feather was replaced by a warm hand, squeezing and stroking and…

He bit back a whine of disappointment as the attention of Bakura’s hands went elsewhere. To Ryou’s surprise, his feet were untied, but he realized why as Bakura bound his ankles and knees together. He then untied Ryou’s hands, quickly rolled him onto his stomach and began to rebind-them behind his back. Ryou also felt ropes being wrapped around his elbows; as the ropes became taught and his elbows were drawn together, he whimpered softly. He wasn’t sure that his shoulders were meant to move in that direction. Bakura then lifted his feet, tying another rope connecting them to his bound hands, and Ryou was lying hogtied on the table.

Bakura’s fingers ran through Ryou’s long, snowy hair, then sharply pulled his head back, causing Ryou to cry out. When Bakura had finished, Ryou couldn’t put his head down. He assumed that Bakura had used rope to tie his hair to his other bindings. Ryou moaned as he struggled experimentally, his erection pressed against the hard tabletop. He could barely move.

Ryou blinked in the sudden light as the blindfold was removed, and found himself staring at Bakura’s hard cock. Bakura pulled the tape off of Ryou’s mouth and, without a word, forced his length between Ryou’s lips. Ryou nearly choked; he tried to move away but that proved impossible. Bakura grasped Ryou’s hair and growled, “Suck on it.” Not seeing any way out, and terrified that he might be tickled again, Ryou began to maneuver his tongue around the hot flesh and gently suck. Bakura let out a sigh, his grip on Ryou relaxing.

Ryou attempted, and moderately succeeded, in bobbing his head back and forth, stroking Bakura’s erection with his tongue and lips. Bakura responded by thrusting his hips in time with Ryou, moaning softly in satisfaction. The sound of that moan sent a shiver down Ryou’s spine and he felt his own length throbbing with need. He was surprised for a moment as Bakura withdrew, then saw Bakura’s intention and willingly ran his tongue along the soft flesh of Bakura’s sac while Bakura stroked himself. Ryou managed to take part of the sac into his mouth and suck on it, but Bakura quickly shoved his length back in, this time thrusting with more eagerness.

“Suck on it… suck on it hard…” Bakura groaned softly. Ryou sucked as hard as he could. His head was moving enough that his whole body was rocking slightly, causing his cock to rub against the table. He absentmindedly thought to himself that this really wasn’t that bad. Bakura suddenly withdrew and a creamy substance splashed onto the tabletop. Bakura stood there for a moment, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Ryou looked up at him hopefully; his own erection was painful with need.

Opening his eyes, Bakura traced Ryou’s lips with his fingers, a slight smirk on his face. “What a good little mouth…” he murmured, then abruptly re-gagged Ryou and walked out of the room. A few minutes later Ryou realized that Bakura had left him, and would probably not untie him for quite a while. He shifted in his bonds, vainly trying to give himself some relief; he wanted it so bad. But, Bakura had been satisfied by his slave, and Ryou was left to his torment.

Thanks to everyone that reviewed. Some folks mentioned that it would be easier to read if there were spaces between the paragraphs, so I fixed it on this chapter and the previous two. I hope you enjoyed it.