Chrysalis | By : Leydhawk Category: M through R > NCIS Views: 5345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N Chapter specific warning: Rape/Non-con/Dub-con fantasy, Restraints, Cock and ball torture, Forced Oral sex, Anal sex, Breath play, Humiliation, Aftercare
Chapter Six: Perfect MatchTim gets up the next day to toast and eggs, and a mona lisa smile on Gibbs' face. He doesn't ask what will happen, or when, but just goes about his Saturday getting laundry done and running errands. The door is ajar as he returns from the market, and he frowns as he drops his bag and makes his way inside, moving quietly and scanning the room. He sees one of their end tables on its side and a coffee cup broken as if it's fallen when the furniture was overturned and he's on alert as he continues through the house. He's pretty sure this is part of their game, but in case it isn't, he begins clearing each room. He opens the basement door and peers down, checking for Gibbs, and he's suddenly shoved forward and pushed off balance, tumbling over the railing. For a sickening moment he's falling, then he's landing in the soft embrace of the mattress they keep down here. As he attempts to roll off of it to rise, he's knocked off balance again and finds his hands pulled tight behind him and zip tied together. He kicks out but his ankles are next, with his shoes and socks wrenched off, then he's quickly affixed to the post that holds up the end of the landing in front of the door. It's awkward, with his feet to one side, but he feels a hard metal sphere pressed into his hand and he understands in an instant that his fantasy is becoming reality, right now. He's reassured by the safety object Gibbs has given him, because the home invasion scenario could too easily have been real. But now he lets himself relax and get into it."What the hell! I'm a Federal Agent! Let me go!" Tim snaps. He cranes his neck to try to catch a glimpse of his 'attacker'. In the shadows of the space under the stairs, he can see a figure in black moving, but he doesn't have a visual on the signature silver hair and he frowns. "Damnit, what the hell is going on?!"A blur of movement and Tim feels something cold and sharp against his neck. His eyes pop. Gibbs wouldn't use a real knife...would he? Tim stops struggling. "Shut the fuck up and do as I say and you might get out of this alive," a low voice snarls. It doesn't even sound like Gibbs! Tim's breath quickens. He squeezes the metal ball in his hand to reassure himself that this is still part of the game, although his heart is beating wildly. "What-"Tim's slapped, hard. He clenches his jaw and glares. There it is. That fire that Gibbs has been wanting to see. The bloom of the bright pink handprint on Tim's pale cheek highlights the blue-green sparks that are practically flying from his gorgeous eyes. Gibbs was hard the moment he started putting the restraints on Tim, but now he's got lava in his veins and his cock is like an attack dog straining against his black button-fly jeans. Narrowing his eyes, Gibbs grabs Tim's chin and forces him to look up at him, arching his neck where Gibbs is holding a dull piece of cold metal against his sensitive pulse point. He throws the 'knife' down behind Tim and crashes his mouth onto Tim's, unable to keep from plundering his lover's soft lips. Tim snaps at him, biting his tongue, and Gibbs' vision washes out red. He pulls back and backhands him. "Don't you fucking try that shit! I'll beat you unconscious and then tear your ass to shreds! You're gonna take what I give you, or your balls will end up in a goddamn vise, you got that?!"The enraged voice is distorted and still doesn't sound like Gibbs. Tim starts to tremble. He's caught glimpses of the dark rage inside his lover before, but he's never seen it surface in his presence. The black ski mask and black long sleeved shirt Gibbs is wearing are concealing, but now that he's spitting as he shouts in anger, Tim can see his eyes. They're terrifying and Tim gasps and nods. This is supposed to be a game, but the scenario is unleashing something in Gibbs that truly frightens Tim. Being kissed again, his lips are smashed against his teeth, and bitten. A rapacious tongue plunders inside nearly choking him, and something in him comes to life. The specter of subspace beckons, with its passive warmth and incredible trust and pain tolerance, but Tim shakes it off. He's fully, consciously choosing to submit and experience Gibbs' darkness. Not to soothe and accept, but to embrace it and let go of the shame he still carries. He's hidden in subspace to be able to accept that he enjoys the pain, that he craves being used. But keeping his mind clear and his normal personality intact while reveling in the torment of how his lips sting, how his cheekbone aches, how the plastic of the zip ties is cutting into his wrists is so much more powerful. He meets the fury in Gibbs' eyes and bucks his hips slightly. More, he begs with his body. Gibbs is exultant. Yes! Tim wants this! He tears his jeans open and pinches Tim's jaw painfully to force his mouth open, then he shoves his hot cock inside and starts fucking, hard. He puts both hands on Tim's head and uses the wet warmth purely for his own pleasure, ignoring how Tim automatically struggles as his throat is blocked, air cut off. "Take it! Suck it, goddamnit!" Gibbs snarls. Tim's gagging with the assault, but he loves it. He wishes he could see his lover's face, see the base animal he's become, but he settles for the sounds of grunting and cussing, and the perfect feel of his throat closing up, spasming, trying to reject the pounding. His whole body is shaking with the intensity of the experience and he doesn't even realize that his vision is darkening. His nose is buried in rough pubic hair and Gibbs is humping his face so deeply that he can't breathe. Tears start overflowing from his eyes, joining the wetness on his chin from where he's drooling, unable to swallow, and the hard meat inside him just keeps thrusting, thrusting...Gibbs doesn't realize at first that Tim has fainted. But the struggling has stopped, and he slowly withdraws from the slumped figure, releasing Tim's lolling head and trying to calm his heavy panting. The sensation, or lack thereof, on his dick is painful, and he wants, needs, more. Snicking his real knife open, he releases Tim from the post and hauls him over a bench. Cutting the ties that bind the unconscious man's ankles, he shoves his thighs apart and ruts his body against the denim-covered ass. Tim begins to stir. His mouth and throat hurt, and he's hanging forward over something hard with a weight pressing against him from behind. He jerks upright and struggles only to have a slap against one ear set his head ringing. "Hold still, bitch! Hold still or I'm gonna hurt you bad," comes the growl from behind him, with threatening pressure against his balls. He freezes. Oh my god, Gibbs choked him, fucking his mouth until he lost consciousness. Is he actually safe? Wait, he has a safe word. He can stop this. He could have dropped the metal ball that's still clutched tight in his fist. He's safe, and oh shit, does he want this! More, pushing his limits, making him scream... He's dizzy with the possibilities. Gibbs wants him exposed and helpless. He cuts the collar of his shirt and then rips the fabric off of him. Oh, that beautiful skin! He roughly grabs his waist and grinds his hips firmly against his ass, watching the red marks his hands leave when he lets go. They fade too fast. Gibbs starts panting again. He wants to permanently mar this perfect back. He wants to whip him and cut him and scar him and make sure that he belongs to no one else and never will. He clutches the knife in his hand but a tiny voice of reason stops him. His eyes trace down over the curve of his ass and he nods. There's better things to do right now. "Hold still..." He orders, and starts sawing at the waist of Tim's jeans. He cuts all the way down over and through his right pocket, down to his knee, then does the same through the left side. The denim falls away, hanging in shreds under him. Tim's wearing classic tightie whities, the cotton stretched over his firm butt cheeks. Gibbs throws his knife so it sticks into the post Tim was tied to and grabs the white fabric in one hand. He bunches it and pulls, straight up toward the ceiling, tightening it across Tim's cock and balls, the legs cutting into his thighs. He goes until Tim whimpers. Tim's undershorts are squishing his junk. He thought Gibbs would cut those away, too, but he heard the thunk of the knife above his head and back by the stairs. The hot weight of the other man presses into his back as he bends over him, tightening the compressive grip on his groin until Tim moans in pain and his eyes tear. "I will do anything I want to you. If I want to crush you right now, I will. There is nothing you can do about it. You got that? I'm gonna hurt you, and I'm gonna use you, and I'm gonna rape you, but if you're really good, I won't kill you. Got that?"Tim nods. He's trembling. The aggression in the usually familiar voice is terrifying. He had no idea that his lover could sound this way. As his Dom, he can be cold and stern, but the love and care he shows when they play that way always make Tim feel safe. Right now, his psysiological response is exactly the same as when he was kidnapped by a homophobic serial killer years ago. The tension on his underwear eases abruptly and he sighs in relief. Then they're ripped away, leaving the waistband intact and the fabric in pieces. He tenses up again immediately, feeling exposed now, as if the thin cotton was any protection at all. Gibbs' excitement is mounting. Tim's freaking out, trembling, his ass cheeks clenching tight together. Gibbs wants to just shove his cock into him and hear him scream, but he has other plans. He's got time, and tools, and the anticipation will make the actual violation even more intense. He turns back to his work table and snags his hammer. He waves it in front of Tim, who squeaks. His ass clenches even tighter. Gibbs slaps his right cheek hard enough that Tim gives a small shriek and his skin goes almost purple in the shape of Gibbs' hand. The image is mesmerizing. The urge to keep going, to spank and spank until Tim won't sit still for a week is almost overpowering. He's getting into this to the danger point. But it's so fucking hot he can't bear to stop. Holding onto a thread of sanity, he grabs the lube and coats the wooden handle of the hammer. He cleaned and checked over everything he thought he might use last night meticulously, so he's not concerned about anything but seeing what he can do to make Tim squeal. Something's spreading his ass apart, no matter how much he tries to stop it. The image of the hammer with its polished, smooth handle is glowing in his mind's eye, and another painful slap causes him to flinch and loosen momentarily, and then there's a blunt object at his entrance and it's pressing inexorably inside. He panics. "No!" Tim hollers. He's twisting, crawling, trying to scramble away. He doesn't think of the metal ball in his hand or his safe words; he's in survival mode and his instincts are screaming 'run!'Tim's short hair is grabbed and he's bowed back by it, feeling like it's about to come away from his skull, scalp and all. He kicks and writhes feebly, but he's pinned; pegged by the hammer up his ass and the painful grip on his hair. "No-no-please-no..." He whimpers. The hammer shifts and presses hard on his prostate and he screams, his body responding to the pleasure, the extremes of adrenaline and endorphins. The hold on his hair relents abruptly and he collapses back onto the bench. The hammer starts driving relentlessly into him and he starts crying. It actually feels good. And that's wrong and right and he's feeling completely lost. He starts to fade, to relax and slip into subspace. Then the tool is pulled out of him and he just lays there. Shit. Gibbs shakes his head. He's not sure if it was the fear and panic or the humiliating pleasure that did it, but Tim's dropping, fast. Anger rises in him, but his rational mind tells him that beating Tim or fucking him now would just send him into blissful acceptance, and that's not what they wanted or agreed to. He glances around and grabs his bottle of water and the remnants of Tim's shirt, dousing it and then wrapping it over Tim's face. Tim twitches and when he inhales and gets water and little air, he jerks up and twists his head, trying to get away from the suffocating fabric. Gibbs holds it there another 15 seconds or so, then yanks it away. Tim coughs and sputters. He slaps Tim's ass several times until Tim's wriggling, then leans close. "I'm not done with you yet, you little bitch. You don't get to run away and hide in your happy little sub persona."Tim grinds his teeth together. He can do this. He asked for it and he is going to see it through. In fact..."Fuck you!" He snaps, and Gibbs recoils in surprise. His eyes narrow and he goes back for more tools. They've used nipple clamps before, but only on Tim's hard little nips. The clamps Gibbs has for his woodworking are much larger and more powerful. In an instant he decides. Turning back to his victim, Gibbs hauls Tim to his knees then shoves him down face up with his ass at the edge of the mattress. He strips the remnants of Tim's clothes from him, then gathers his supplies. When Gibbs approaches with various sizes and styles of clamps and vices, Tim starts to shift up the mattress away from him. "Don't you fucking move!"Tim is frozen. Gibbs begins applying the tools and Tim's astonished that he can stand it. His balls are squeezed, nipples tormented, and even his hard, weeping cock is contained. Shivers chase through him: he's enjoying this so much, though he's ashamed of the way he moans and whines. It's just so twisted to be turned on like this!Tim's face is scarlet. Gibbs knows exactly what he's struggling with and leaves him to it alone. Turning back to his workbench, Gibbs grabs a handful of rasps and chisels with rounded handles. With Tim still pinched and squeezed and confined, Gibbs starts putting the tools into his ass. Two slightly bulbous handles go first, then a third, cylindrical one. They're stretching him a little, and he starts to cry. "No... No, please," Tim begs. "You love it, bitch. You love being stuffed full. I'm gonna put so many objects into you, then you'll beg me for just one more..."Tim shakes his head in denial. He doesn't want to admit how good this is. Gibbs carefully puts two more tools in Tim's ass, widening his hole, and Tim sobs. "Oh fuck! More," he gasps. Gibbs grins and instead of complying, he shifts them around inside Tim, twisting them so the handles rub and move, always vigilant not to let anything but the handles inside. Tim cries out ecstatically. Part of Gibbs notes that they need to get anal beads to play with sometimes, although this is so amazingly hot 'sharing' his woodworking stuff with Tim this way that he expects he's going to be fighting arousal to use any of these tools for months. "Ah! Yes! More!"Gibbs complies until Tim's out of his mind sobbing and wailing, then starts getting really turned on knowing that he's going to fuck this stretched hole very soon. The pain starts to ease, layer by layer, with spikes of heightened moments when each clamp and vise is released. He moans and rides the waves of sensation, weeping weakly when the tools are all removed. He lays still, breath heaving, his muscles all melted limp except for his raging hard-on. Through the toughest D/s scene, he's never felt so many different storms of emotion. He drifts in contemplation and nearly dozes off. Gibbs sets his jaw and stares down at Tim. He's not going to be any fun at all like this. He's got to bring him around, get that fight back, for the grand finale. He hustles upstairs and returns in moments with a bucket half full of ice water. With a twisted smile, he splashes it onto Tim from his groin up. "Aaiii!" Tim yelps, spluttering and glaring. Now that is sexy! The fire is back in those beautiful eyes and Gibbs laughs darkly at him. "That's it, bitch. I want you wide awake while I shove this fat cock up in you. You ready for it? Ready for me to take what I want?"Tim frowns and bites his lip. He's honestly not sure if he could stand to be fucked after what's been done to him. He aches in ways he never expected. He's unconsciously shaking his head 'no'. Gibbs' grin becomes feral. "Not your choice. You don't get to say no. I'm gonna take your ass as hard as I want while you cry, you fucking whiny little baby."Tim scowls. He hates being taunted like this. He has always been underestimated, and has had to prove himself day in and day out. "Do whatever you want, asshole. I can take it," he sneers. Oh yeah! Gibbs loves the spark, the stubbornness. That incredible strength Tim has is at the heart of his love for him, and to have him displaying it right now is just perfect. Gibbs starts stroking his cock and staring hungrily, licking his lips like he's ready to devour Tim. "You man enough? Think you can break me? Think again," Tim spits. Gibbs' eyes narrow. His hand slows and releases his erection. It stands out, the head an angry, throbbing red, veins prominent. He sneers and reaches for another object. It's a leather belt, and he puts it around Tim's neck and hauls him to his feet. When the belt is pulled taught, it restricts Tim's air and his heart stutters. Being choked is terrifying to him, even though he did fine asphyxiating on Gibbs' dick earlier. This is different. He tries to pull away, shaking his head and actually considers using his yellow safe word. But the challenge, the dark smirk in Gibbs' eyes stiffens his spine and his erection, and he raises his head in defiance. Oh he is ready for this! The brown leather against Tim's white throat is powerfully alluring, and Gibbs nods and hauls on the end in his fist, making Tim stumble as he follows across the basement. Pushing Tim face down on his workbench, Gibbs kicks his feet apart and stands between his spread thighs. "It's not even rape when you're panting for it like a bitch in heat," Gibbs snarls, then plunges into Tim, getting a surprised shout and then a cry of pain. There was lube, at some point. Otherwise, Tim knows his ass would be tearing at this unceremonious intrusion, but there's not enough to make it in any way comfortable. His stretched and abused skin clings to the large member as it's withdrawn and then shoved hard back inside. It hurts! Tim starts to struggle. He can't take this! It's too much. "No, wait, I-"The belt tightens, cutting his air to a tiny trickle, and Gibbs starts fucking in earnest. The metal ball in his hand is his only protection, now, but his hands are so numb from so long being restrained and laid on, he's not sure if he can control them enough to release. Tim's fighting him. He's struggling, impaled again and again brutally, and the twisting and kicking is making his ass tighten and flex as well. Gibbs shoves in again and again, the fantasy scenario becoming reality as his lust and pleasure rises higher and higher at the choked whimpers Tim's making. "Yes! You're my bitch! You're gonna take it! Your cunt is so hot! Gonna ride you for hours! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Gibbs roars. The friction on his cock from too little lube makes it feel like he's surrounded by sandpaper. He's going to be raw and sore, but he doesn't care at all. The struggles are weakening, and Gibbs releases the belt hurriedly. He doesn't want Tim to pass out, but to keep fighting him. He grabs Tim's hips and keeps slamming into him. Air! Blessed breaths of cool basement air rush into Tim's screaming lungs and the relief is immense. Then the stabbing pain in his ass returns to his attention and he wails. "No, please! Hurts!" He begs. Safe words are again forgotten. He just wants the relentless pounding to stop!"You're mine, bitch! Take it! Take my fat cock!" Gibbs orders, grunting like an animal. "Mine!""No! Ow! Ngh! Oh... God! No! Fuck!" Tim's dick is drooling in complete contrast with the agony his ass is in. He's astonished when he feels his body beginning the climb to orgasm. "No!" He screams his denial that this humiliation has him more turned on than anything ever has. "Ha! You love it! Love my cock tearing your ass! You're gonna come, you slut! You're gonna come from me raping your ass after I used you like a worthless whore!" Gibbs is mindlessly spewing hurtful things, degrading Tim in ways he would never have done before. But his body is quivering with pleasure, and Gibbs can see he's blushing in humiliation and it's even hotter! He shifts his hands up to Tim's shoulders and hunches over his back, humping madly, ramming into him. "Yes! My bitch! My slut! My whore! Mine! Mine! Mine!"The change in Gibbs position has him shoving hard against Tim's aching prostate, wringing even more shameful pleasure from him. He's sobbing wildly now, writhing with ecstasy. Gibbs' words are like gasoline on the fire, and this is what he's craved for his entire adult life; to be totally used, roughly taken, to have his body brutally overcome by someone stronger, crueler. A long, full-voiced scream accompanies Tim's climax, and the sucking, clutching of his ass as he pumps wads of come all over tears the orgasm from Gibbs as well. Blackness encroaches Gibbs' vision as he pounds once, twice, three times more into the now nearly dry cavern of Tim's body and floods him with semen. The new slick wetness makes him automatically thrust again, but he's agonizingly sensitive and groans as his hips stutter again and again without his conscious volition. Tim cries out feebly with each new thrust. It's horrible and wonderful all at once and his brain is completely short-circuiting with all the contrasting sensations. With a final long, hoarse moan, Gibbs pulls out and rips the ski mask off and forces himself to grab the scissors and cut the ties on Tim's wrists before they stumble and fall heavily onto the wet mattress and lay entangled, panting, gasping, and whimpering as they cling to each other. It's a long time before Tim's mind re-engages. He's just floating in the bliss and denial he's feeling. When he starts thinking, his immediate reaction is horror and shriveling shame, but then he feels the soft kisses Gibbs is placing on his lips and face and registers the words he's murmuring. "You're so beautiful, Timmy. I love you so much. Thank you for this. Ohmygod, you're amazing my love. Just perfect. No one has ever given me such a gift as this. Love you so much..."Tim shudders, tears springing to his eyes. "Those-those things you said...""Oh, baby, I meant it. I meant that I adore how much you can take, how much you wanted this. And that you're mine, only mine, to love and trust and use and play with... Oh, honey, you give me so much. I only hope I didn't disappoint you at all..."And that confession, that admission of uncertainty and weakness is the most precious, beautiful thing Gibbs has ever said to him. He's completely open and vulnerable to Tim now, and while Tim knows he could tear the man apart with a word, he revels in the trust he's been handed that he never would. "I... I love you, Gibbs. I thought you... I thought you wanted to degrade me, but you were just... Claiming every possible aspect of me. All the darkness, the twisted desires... You love me anyway-""Love you because of them, too, sweetheart. People think you're white as driven snow, and the fact you trust me to know the truth, that you have the same needs I do... I love you more than ever, Tim."The rest of their day is tender and intimate. They apply ointments to one another and share private smiles and gentle kisses. Tim has never felt more adored and cared for. It's like aftercare, stretched over hours and hours. But mutual. Gibbs' heart is so full he feels tears prick his eyes multiple times throughout the day, when the light catches Tim's eyes, or he turns and finds him smiling shyly at him. It's a perfect day. ~D/s~While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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