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Looking for Love	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own NUMB3RS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Part 5 � Rock bottom

Disclaimer: This section is not in any way meant to be an
indictment of BDSM. On the contrary, I
believe that BDSM can be very stimulating and empowering. Those who have read my other stories,
especially A Week in Watson, know that I think power play can be quite erotic. This story is a fictional case of an
irresponsible club, several careless Doms, one amoral Dom, and a sub who is in
the wrong place with the wrong attitude and no real understanding of his
role. Later sections of this story will
also hopefully make my attitude on the subject clear.
/�Will
you make a smoother landing.../

On a Friday night, Don entered a room he hadn�t been in
before. It was bare of ornamentation,
except for the straps, hooks, pulleys, and ropes that were attached to the
walls. The floor was bare concrete.

The door on the far wall opened and in stepped a man. Don snapped to attention. The man was of average height and appearance,
but there was something in his face, an aura that surrounded him, that Don had
only experienced before in an FBI interrogation room.

�So you�re the sub no one can reach,� the man said and his
voice was silk. �My name is
Channing. You will call me Channing, not
Master. You will scream my name very
soon.�

Channing stepped closer, his movements smooth and
confident. �I can give you what you
want,� he said, circling around behind Don. Don felt his breath on his cheek
and Channing murmured in his ear, �You want no limits, no restrictions, no
safewords.�

Don nodded. Maybe
here was finally someone who could get him to feel. A tiny voice in his mind, the part that could
still think, growled, This man is
dangerous. He�s got the eyes of a killer. Don ignored the voice - he�d gotten very good
at that - and dropped his robe.

The smile that spread across Channing�s face should have set
off alarm bells, but Don bowed his head and waited.

Channing grabbed Don�s chin and jerked it up. �You will beg for me. Those other Doms,� he sneered, �Treated you too nice. You need a real man. By the time I�m done with you, you will be
crying like a baby.�

Reaching behind Don, Channing slid a leather hood over Don�s
head. Channing�s malicious grin was that
last thing that Don would see for a long time.
The hood�s large plastic ball gag fit into his mouth, pressing against
his tongue. He felt the hood snap into
place around his neck. Darkness and silence
descended on him, but not for long.
Channing grabbed Don�s neck and slammed him up against the wall behind
him. Don instinctively held up his hands
to ward off the attack and Channing tied his hands up above his head. The restraints were thin, narrow cord and Don
could feel them cutting into his wrists.

Channing quickly tied Don�s ankles to the wall with the same
wire-like cord. Don�s feet were tied so
tight that he had to stand on his tiptoes and press his heels against the wall
or suffer the restraints digging deep into the front of his ankle.

�Good.� Channing said, �Now let�s get you accessorized.�

Clicks and pinches told Don that Channing was attaching
clips to his skin. He started with the
nerve-rich spots under Don�s elbows and under his arms then found every
sensitive spot along his chest and stomach, down his hips and legs. He returned to Don�s chest and Don bit into
his gag as Channing fastened something very tight and very heavy to his
nipples.

Channing lifted up Don�s flaccid cock. �Can�t neglect this, can we?� Don�s back arched and he groaned in pain as
Channing pushed something thin and metallic into
the hole at the end of Don�s cock and down the narrow canal inside it. Don held back the whimper that threatened to
escape. He wasn�t going to give Channing
the satisfaction. The cool feel of metal
snapped around the base of his balls then a heavy weight pulled his balls
downward.

The sound of a lever and suddenly the cord around Don�s
ankles was loose. He placed his feet
flat on the floor with relief. His
relief was short lived though when Channing pulled his hips away from the wall,
spread his asscheeks and shoved something dry, long and very large into his
ass. Pain slammed through his body, much
much worse than his first time getting fucked.
Don screamed around his gag and Channing laughed.

Don whimpered softly as Channing fastened something leather
around his hips, holding the huge object in place in his ass.

Don�s leg restraints went tight again and he scrambled back to
his tiptoe position. The dry butt plug
pressed more into his ass and he moaned.

That still-rational part of him was shouting, Don, you goddamned idiot! Give what he wants and get the fuck out of
here! The rest of him waited for
Channing would do next, both wanting and dreading it. He deserved the worst that anyone could do to
him. He was sick, dead, lost. Maybe if Channing hurt him enough, he would
punch through that thick wall that surrounded Don�s emotions.

Channing attached more clips, this time to his cock. Don bit into his gag as Channing placed clips
around the head of his cock, down both sides and along the very sensitive ridge
just below the head.

�There,� Channing said with satisfaction. �Now, don�t we look pretty.�

Don held himself tightly in place, all muscles straining,
since any movement caused an increase in pain.
Then Don heard a crack of a whip.

The stinging slap of leather against his chest came quickly
then set up a regular rhythm. The whip
ranged from his chest to his feet, not neglecting Don�s pinned and stretched
balls and cock. Each stroke hit several
of the clips studded across his body and added jerks of pain to every stroke.

The whipping stopped and Don tried to catch his breath.

�Beg for me,� Channing said in his ear, �And maybe I�ll
stop.�

I still can�t feel
anything. I should be afraid but I�m not. Don shook his head and Channing chuckled with
delight, �I didn�t think you�d be so easy.�

The sound of a lever and suddenly the restraints which held
Don�s wrists above his head loosened.
His numb arms dropped before Don could stop them, smashing clips into
his sides. Another lever and his leg
restraints were lose too.

�Come here, my special slut,� Channing cooed. �I have something in mind just for you.�

Channing took Don�s shoulder and shoved him so that he
stumbled forward, the weights attached to his nipples and balls swinging painfully. Channing grabbed his hood and jerked him to a
particular place on the floor. Quickly
his wrists and legs restraints were refastened and he was spread-eagled in
space. This time Don had to stretch his
legs wide apart or else the cords around his legs cut into the insides of his
ankles. At least this position made the
thing in his ass fractionally less painful.

The idea of fractions made him think of Charlie then Colby
then sex then perversion. A wave of
despair and self-loathing swept over him.
He almost welcomed the feel of Channing on his back. Channing placed clips all up and down Don�s
back, ass, and legs, finding more nerve endings than Don knew he
possessed. Then came the whip.

Channing must have more room to swing since the whip came
down much harder, and the ends of the whip wrapped around Don�s body to dig
welts into his chest. When the whip
contacted his ass and moved the object buried inside, Don couldn�t help
groaning. He took a firmer grip on the
gag. The pain in his body wasn�t
relevant to him. Nothing mattered. I think
you�ll notice if he kills you! said that annoying persistent voice. He wished it would shut up and let the
physical pain override his emotional pain.

After a while, Channing seemed to get bored with the whip,
since he wasn�t getting the reaction he wanted from Don.

�Don�t worry, slut,� Channing purred, �I have many more
things to try. At any time, just nod
your head and I�ll know that you�re ready to beg for me.�

Don closed his eyes under the mask and waited for the next
thing. This had long ago ceased to be
about sex or pleasure. He was locked in
a battle of wills with his tormentor, a battle he would lose if he begged. He had lost at everything else, he couldn�t
lose at this. What stupid battle? said that internal voice, though it was growing
fainter, Who cares about this garbage? You�re
smarter than this, Don!

No, I�m not, he
told the voice. I�m just an animal, a bundle of physical
sensations.

A scent tickled Don�s nose, vanilla? The scent grew stronger, then Don cried out
as the first drop of hot oil dripped onto his chest. It hissed there, over his breastbone, then another
drop followed then another until his chest sizzled with small excruciating
points of heat.

Channing was swearing at him and shaking him and Don
realized that he�d blacked out as his body desperately attempted at
escape. Channing took the oil away,
though he didn�t wipe off the drops already on Don�s skin so they smoldered
there, burning holes into Don�s skin.

�Don�t you dare faint on me again,� Channing snapped in his
ear.

Don felt the edge of a knife slice across his right shoulder
blade. He shuddered and Channing
laughed. �Maybe this is your weakness��

The knife slashed across Don�s left arm and Don felt the hot
trickle of blood down his arm. Beg! Beg!
Nod your head! Do it! Don shook his head, thinking he�d gotten rid
of that voice.

�Oh, a challenge,� Channing said mockingly and Don couldn�t
tell him otherwise. The knife came down,
again and again, along Don�s arms, down his back, across his ass and thighs and
calves. The smell of blood filled the
air. A brief respite, then Channing was
around his front, cutting his chest, his hips, his legs. Don swayed in place and just existed. His attention idly followed individual drops
of blood as they traced pathways around other cuts and joined other drops
flowing down his body.

After an eternity of the knife, Channing snarled and
suddenly released the tension on the restraints around Don�s wrists and
ankles. Don began to collapse but before
he could fall, Channing grabbed hold of his hood and shoved him to the
floor. The floor was slick with warm
blood.

�Crouch!� Channing demanded.

Don tried to arrange his body which for some reason wasn�t
responding very well to his commands.
Pains seemed to be clamoring for his attention but he wasn�t sure
why. Channing grabbed Don�s burning left
shoulder and kicked his right leg until he was in the position he wanted,
crouched down with his legs completely bent and his chest over his thighs. Don�s wrist and ankle ties were secured. Don�s legs immediately started trembling from
the strain.

A scraping sound and Don felt something solid put under his
left hand, a wooden stool perhaps. His
fingers were spread out and tied into place.

�You will beg,� Channing said, his voice shaking with
anger. �You will beg me to end your
pain. Only I can give you release.�

Something heavy whooshed past his ear and shattered his left
pinkie. Don screamed.

�Nod your head, you fucking slut!� Channing shouted.

Tears seemed to be pouring down Don�s face. To dilute the blood, perhaps? Though they were both salty so that didn�t
make sense.

The heavy thing lifted from his broken pinkie. It came down again and shattered his left
ring finger. Don screamed again and
wondered if he had eight more screams left in him, or if Channing would then
turn to other bones.

�Beg, you bitch!� Channing screeched, but Don wasn�t
listening. A very familiar sound had
penetrated his consciousness.

Gunshots! Adrenaline struggled to burn through Don�s
numbness. Above him, Channing cursed then
there was thunk of the heavy thing hitting the floor. Channing moved away and Don heard the far door
open and slam shut.

Don fought against his bonds but they were too tight and he
was too weak. He could only listen to
the gunshots and shouts and running feet.
His dazed brain couldn�t even began to process why there would be
shooting here, but ever fiber of his body screamed of pain, danger � and
helplessness.
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