Sex Addiction

A/N: Hello again! I was out of town for the past week so didn't have a chance to work on this. Thanks to everyone that reviewed. I'm glad everyone is enjoying this so much, considering the plot is basically just sex. But maybe that's why it's enjoyable, eh?

Ryou hissed in pain as he moved; his entire backside hurt from the previous night’s spanking and… other activities. He was beginning to wonder what it had felt like to not wince in pain every time he sat down. Not that he was sitting at the moment. Ryou dunked the scrub brush in the bucket of soapy water again and continued to work on getting every last speck off the kitchen floor, since that was what Bakura had ordered him to do. The floor had seemed clean enough to Ryou already, but Ryou figured that this was less about getting the floor clean than being punished for trying to pleasure himself the night before. Ryou was still angry at himself for that. Why didn’t he have more self-restraint?

Speaking of restraints, Bakura hadn’t made Ryou’s chore any easier. His wrists and ankles were bound together, making it a very awkward activity to crawl across the floor. Bakura had also located a white ball gag, which silenced Ryou as he worked. The leather straps binding his limbs were also white; Bakura seemed to be entering a color-coding phase. Even with that, Bakura didn’t seem to be satisfied unless Ryou was really being tortured in some way. Thus, every time Ryou moved he had to suppress a moan as a plug shifted in his ass. He had tried to take it out at first, but the inability of his bound hands to reach behind him combined with Bakura’s threats of even more severe punishment had left it in place.

Despite these distractions, Ryou was deep in thought as he worked. He had been a prisoner for… how many days now? Only three? He had wondered whether anyone would be able to rescue him, whether anyone even knew where to look for an escaped sex maniac and a kidnapped hospital aide. In any case, if he ever got out of here, he was going to need some serious therapy. Surely this had to be the most traumatizing experience of his life: he had been kidnapped, tied up and raped multiple times. So… why didn’t he feel as traumatized as he thought he should?

It seemed so odd; after some of the initial fear had worn off and Ryou had realized that Bakura (probably) wouldn’t kill him, the sex, the tickling, even the spanking didn’t seem so bad. What Bakura did to him bothered Ryou less and less, and what bothered him was the fact that it didn’t bother him. Was he still in shock? Was he trying to adapt to the circumstances? Why wasn’t he trying any harder to escape?

Ryou stopped as he realized that he had been only scrubbing one spot while he was thinking. He took a moment to catch his breath. The kitchen suddenly seemed enormous, and he was already tired. Maybe Bakura would get bored with this game, and instead of scrubbing the kitchen floor Ryou could just lie back and…

Ryou shook his head so hard that his hair whipped across his shoulders. He didn’t need to be thinking like that; he needed to focus on looking for an opportunity to escape. He didn’t like being here and he didn’t like what Bakura was doing to him. Period. Just need to focus… need to focus…

That plan went out the window, however, as the plug in his ass began to vibrate. Ryou screamed into his gag, squeezing the scrub brush so hard his knuckles turned white. A moment later he was vaguely aware of Bakura standing next to him holding a little remote control. Ryou’s captor squatted down and brushed Ryou’s hair out of his eyes. Ryou stared back at him, trying to maintain a steady gaze despite the fact that he was bound on all fours, gagged and had a little toy pulsing inside of him.

“You got that floor all nice and clean?” Bakura asked mockingly. Ryou looked down at his hands, which were red from the hot, soapy water. “Do a good job and I just might give you a reward…” Bakura murmured.

Ryou didn’t learn what that reward might be; at that moment the doorbell rang. It took a moment for him to realize what the sound was, then his heart jumped into his mouth. Could it be…?

“Hmph, about time he got here…” Bakura muttered as he stood and left the kitchen. Ryou hung his head in dismay. He hadn’t been found, it was just someone that Bakura already knew. Which could potentially be bad news for Ryou…

Bakura returned to the kitchen, ripped the plug out of Ryou’s ass and hauled his prisoner off the floor, partially dragging him out into the living room. There was another young man standing in the living room; he had long dark hair, some of it pulled back into a ponytail, and bright turquoise eyes. He raised an eyebrow as Bakura set Ryou on his feet, looking the young captive up and down.

“You were right, he is pretty,” the stranger said softly. Ryou flushed crimson and tried to curl up in shame, but Bakura grabbed his arms and forced them out in front of him. The stranger took a tape measure, measured up, down and around Ryou’s arms, scribbling something down on a pad of paper. Bakura then untied Ryou’s hands and pulled his arms behind him, forcing his elbows so close that Ryou whimpered in pain. The stranger took more measurements, then asked, “How close do you want it?”

“Like a second skin,” Bakura replied.

The stranger glanced at Bakura. “That’s tough to do, you know.”

“I’m sure you can manage,” Bakura said flatly.

The stranger just nodded and turned to leave. Ryou, not sure what they had been talking about or why his arms had been measured, felt something snap inside him as his only link to the outside world began to leave. He thrashed against Bakura’s grip, taking his captor by surprise and managing to free one of his hands. He tried to talk around the gag, tried to plead with the stranger to help him, but the stranger ignored him and Bakura quickly overpowered him and threw him down on the couch. Ryou continued to struggle but his arms were cuffed behind his back.

Bakura flipped him over and straddled his legs, his expression hard and stern. “I thought I had made it clear last night that you obey me, and only me. Apparently I was wrong.” Ryou whimpered and struggled as Bakura leaned over to rummage through a nearby drawer. What he produced was rather odd. Ryou stared at the collection of rubber bands, wondering what on Earth Bakura would do with those.

Bakura began stroking Ryou’s length, which had already been woken up a bit because of the toy that had been tickling Ryou’s prostate. Ryou tried to resist, tried to think about something else and control his reaction, but it was no use; his body reacted without his permission. Once Ryou’s cock was sufficiently hard, Bakura took one of the rubber bands, stretched it around Ryou’s length then let it snap into place. Ryou yelped at the initial sting and the continuing pressure, trying to twist out from under Bakura. He cried out again as another rubber band snapped onto his cock, and another, and another. Bakura put the last few onto Ryou’s sac, grinning as Ryou whimpered from the stinging and pinching of the bands.

“I’m going to give you some time to consider your actions,” Bakura said. “Perhaps you’ll be more agreeable afterwards.” Bakura pushed Ryou over the side of the couch, then pulled his hips upwards so that he was on his knees, his head on the floor and his ass in the air. Bakura rested his feet on Ryou’s ass, reclined on the couch and turned on the television. Ryou squirmed momentarily, then squealed as Bakura leaned over and smacked his backside with the remote.

“Stay still,” Bakura growled, and Ryou did just that. One sitcom and two commercial breaks later, Ryou’s whole body was aching and Bakura’s legs were starting to become rather heavy. He wanted those rubber bands off so bad, but he was terrified to move. He held his breath when Bakura turned the television off; the weight of Bakura’s legs was suddenly gone and a familiar hand caressed his ass, fingers creeping towards his tight hole.

In a moment of panicked resistance, Ryou rolled onto his side and away from Bakura, but quickly found that with his bound hands and feet he had nowhere else to go. Bakura straddled his waist and grabbed both of Ryou’s nipples, twisting them and causing Ryou to cry out.

“Such disobedience…” Bakura murmured. “Last night you were just begging for it, and now you act like you don’t want it at all. You’re being very inconsistent, my little slave.”

Ryou shook his head with a groan. Bakura grabbed his captive by the hair and released the gag. “I want to hear you say that you want it,” he breathed. “You can’t deny it for much longer.” Ryou shook his head again.

“I don’t… I don’t want it, I hate it! I hate it and I want it to stop!” Ryou managed to gasp.

“Hmm, that’s not what you say in the heat of the moment, my little Ryou,” Bakura said with a smirk. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a collar and leash, collaring Ryou and locking the chain on the end of the leash to the foot of the sofa. He then stood up and left the room. Ryou scooted over to the leash and tried to force it off the sofa leg with his hands but his efforts were in vain. In frustration he cried out at Bakura to let him go, but Bakura either didn’t hear or ignored him.

Moments later Bakura returned with another spread bar, though it was shorter than the one he had used last night, and a vibrator. He shoved Ryou against the couch, forced the gag back into his mouth then untied his ankles and fixed the spreader bar between Ryou’s knees. His hands tied and his legs forced open, Ryou was helpless as Bakura ran the humming vibrator up and down Ryou’s trapped cock. Ryou moaned, his hips bucking forward as his length hardened and the bands squeezed ever tighter.

“Ah, my little slave, I think you’re in denial,” Bakura said as he pulled a few of the bands off. “It’s obvious that you like this; you’re just preventing yourself from enjoying it.” Ryou cried out as Bakura snapped a rubber band against his sac. “You try to say that you don’t like it, but I know that you’re lying. Thus, as your master, I’ll just have to break right through that denial.”

Ryou groaned in relief as the last rubber band was removed, then let out an even louder moan as the vibrator was pressed against him. He was starting to lose whatever composure he might have had. He could feel the bliss of climax approaching and leaned into the vibrator’s stimulations. Ryou whined in disappointment when he no longer felt the vibrator, then screamed as he was surrounded by Bakura’s mouth. It felt even more wonderful than it had the night before. Ryou had never felt anything so intense yet so pleasurable, and found himself letting out a contented sigh as Bakura wrapped his lips around Ryou’s cock and sucked on the hard flesh. His resistance shattered, Ryou closed his eyes and laid his head back against the couch.

Oh, he was so close; Ryou began moving his hips automatically, trying to get enough stimulation for him to come. Bakura withdrew long enough to remove Ryou’s gag, then languidly swirled his tongue over the tip of Ryou’s length.

“Do you want it, slave?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Then say it.”

Ryou groaned as Bakura grazed his teeth along Ryou’s cock, then managed to gasp out, “I… I want it, master.”

Ryou looked down in time to see Bakura grin, and moments later he felt Bakura’s fingers invading his ass. Knowing better than to resist, Ryou relaxed as best he could and the first thrust hit that magical spot deep inside him. The wave of pleasure was so intense that Ryou nearly came right then. Getting lost in the rhythm, Ryou found himself staring into lusty garnet eyes. Bakura’s eyes were quite beautiful, Ryou thought, and a few moments later the two of them came hard onto the couch.

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His shackles clinked softly as Ryou shifted in his cage. Bakura was snoring on the bed, but Ryou knew better than to make much noise; Bakura was a light sleeper. Staring at the ceiling, Ryou replayed his very strange day in his head. He had been so resolved to resist Bakura’s advances and to focus only on finding a way out, and then had been so easily distracted as soon as Bakura started having sex with him. What the hell was wrong with him?

Ryou sighed; he wasn’t sure what came over him when Bakura began stroking, kissing and… well, fucking him. In those moments all he could think about was the sex, and now he found that when Bakura wasn’t fucking him all Ryou could think about was being fucked. It had just started out as a vague preference; he would rather have somewhat forced sex than scrub the kitchen floor, but after today he was rather hoping that Bakura would wake up, drag him out of his cage and screw him silly all over again.

What was wrong with him? He wasn’t supposed to be thinking like this. How in the world did he like sex this much? How could he want it so bad when he was a prisoner, spending most of his time caged or tied up?

Ryou’s eyes widened as his mind rewound to the institution, when Bakura had been helplessly bound on the bed in his cell, and Ryou had been persuaded to touching him… The symptoms were completely recognizable and Ryou couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before.

Oh, shit, Ryou thought. I’m a sex addict.

A/N: Yes, some of you predicted correctly! Please review. :) P.S. If any of you have any ideas or suggestions for what you'd like to see happen to Ryou, please let me know. I know there are some deliciously deranged minds at work out there.