Fic and Art: "In Perfect Trust" (3/4)
Title: "In Perfect Trust" (3/4)
Author: mijan
Artist: lizardspots
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM. Needleplay. Sounding.
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Links to the previous sections: Part One, Part Two
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Jim felt the cool material of the padded table against the skin of his butt and thighs and briefly wondered if he should have kept his underwear on for comfort. For that matter, he wondered if he should have kept it on for other reasons - whether Bones wanted to see him naked like this, whether he was assuming too much. Amongst the million questions that had stewed in his head since he'd walked out of Bones' room the previous night, he'd wondered what Bones was thinking about... well...
"Bones?"
He had his back to Jim, his body blocking the view of whatever he was doing on the small tray in front of him. "Yeah, Jim?"
He fidgeted, feeling the odd pulling sensation of his legs on the table surface. "You said you've done this before. When did you start?"
Bones tilted his head, still keeping his gaze down on his hands and the tray. "Oh, I started getting into this during my third year of med school. Med students had to practice certain techniques on each other. One of my classmates had a kink for it... and apparently a thing for me," he said easily. "I discovered that I liked it, too."
Jim blinked and shivered, imagining what it would be like to be Bones' practice partner, wondering what they'd done. He blew out a slow breath through pursed lips. "How often did you do stuff?"
"Used to do it pretty regularly. Sometimes once in a month, sometimes a couple of times in a week."
"You really do like it then?"
Bones chuckled. "I told ya, kid - I don't do things that I don't want to do."
Jim swallowed nervously, then cleared his throat. "Have you ever done it with... well... with guys?"
Bones looked back up over his shoulder, a look of utterly incredulous disbelief painted on his face. "Jim, you're angling to play with what some folks would consider to be pretty hardcore kink, you've known me for almost two years, and you're just now considering my sexual orientation?"
Jim felt his eyes go wide, and he shook his head. "No! I mean, I know that... well..."
Bones cut him off with another light chuckle as he looked back down at what he was doing, but kept talking. "Jim, I've been pretty much asexual since the divorce, but if you must know, I'm bi. And before you say anything else, I know your sexuality is defined by the phrase 'yes, please,' so don't worry. Besides, BDSM and sex aren't necessarily connected, you know. Of course, they can be..." His voice trailed off into another chuckle. He seemed quite focused on what he was doing on the tray.
"Oh," Jim breathed, both relieved and pleased, but already too jittery to be all that shocked by the revelation about his friend. He was more concerned about what Bones was doing that he couldn't see. There was the clanking of metal on metal, a few faint scraping noises, the tap of a plastic container as it was placed on the tray. A snapping sound. Bones tossed something into a small container off to the side, and then he was holding something up to the light -
"Shit, Bones, is that an old-fashioned needle?" He felt his stomach jump, but not necessarily in a bad way.
Bones didn't look back; he was intently watching what he was doing as he drew a small quantity of fluid from a vial into the syringe. "I've found," he said evenly, "that the old-fashioned stuff has much more of an impact in a scene like this. They still make these things... mostly because of this precise sort of demand." He put the vial aside and tapped the syringe, removing an air bubble, and capped it with a plastic cover. Then he turned and walked over. Jim couldn't pull his eyes away from the small device in Bones' hand. "Jim," Bones said, pressing lightly on his shoulder with his empty hand, "Lie down."
"What's in -"
"I told you," Bones interrupted, "that I'd explain everything as I go. You need to trust that."
Nodding edgily, Jim let himself be pushed back onto the table. The syringe was set on the table next to his head where he couldn't stop staring at it, and Jim wondered if Bones had done that on purpose to make him nervous, because it sure was working. Then Bones was fastening something around Jim's upper arm, which tightened as soon as he let it go.
"This is a very mild relaxant," Bones said as sat down on a tall stool by the side of the bed. "Now, make a fist and squeeze a few times. That's good." He reached over and tapped the inside of Jim's elbow a couple of times, observing closely. He must have been pleased by whatever he saw because he nodded as he picked up a small packet, ripped it open, pulled out an antiseptic pad, and deftly swabbed the inside of Jim's elbow with it. "It's a short-acting drug; won't make you feel drunk, and won't put you to sleep. But it'll keep you from having a panic attack while we get started, because in case you forgot, that monitor is still on your wrist, and your heart rate, blood pressure, and adrenaline levels are too high for my comfort." He picked up the needle and removed the cap. "Now hold still."
Bones' grasp on his arm was firm and surprisingly hot in the cool air of the room, and the sudden sharp stick of the needle against the vulnerable inner surface of his elbow drew every scrap of his attention to that single point. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it, and it was the most unusual sensation - a bite of pain, and a strange rush that came with it. His head spun, and he closed his eyes, feeling like the table was tilting and swaying beneath his back. A second later, he could feel the needle being withdrawn, and something was pressed down against the skin there as the band around his upper arm was loosened and removed.
"Jim? Are you okay?"
Jim opened his eyes to see Bones looking down at him, one eyebrow raised in inquiry. He nodded. "Yeah. Uh, yes, Doctor." His face felt flushed, and he could tell that he was breathing a bit too fast. Focusing on his own body, he tried to take a slow, deep breath.
Bones nodded in approval, not removing the pressure from the spot on his elbow, and using his other hand to check Jim's pulse manually. "Give it a few seconds. That stuff should start kicking in very quickly... there it goes."
It was like a wash of calmness - not drunk, not drugged, but Jim could feel his own heart slow down a bit, and the jitters that had been shaking him seemed to subside. The next deep breath he tried rose and fell in his chest smoothly and easily.
"Good... that's better," Bones said, releasing his arm. He reached over and grabbed a piece of fabric. "Now, this part is up to you. Blindfold - yes or no?"
Jim considered the blindfold in Bones' hand and blinked a couple of times. He was struck by the fleeting thought that it actually seemed easier to think clearly with the relaxant that Bones had given him - like his mind had stopped racing around in circles. It made him feel a bit more confident as he shook his head. "I want to be able to see what you're doing. If I need to close my eyes, I will."
Bones nodded, actually giving a small smile of approval. "I figured I'd offer, but I prefer that, too. It's easier to watch your reactions this way." He put down the blindfold, but picked up something else. "But these... are non-negotiable today."
Before Jim could put two and two together, he felt the soft but tough fabric of a medical-grade restraint being fastened around his left wrist, tugging as it was attached to the side of the table, pinning his arm down. Once he'd secured it, Bones pressed his fingers against the skin on the inside of Jim's wrist, prodding gently. Before Jim could ask, Bones explained, "Checking for circulation. If I can feel your pulse below the cuff, then it's not too tight. Right there, good. But if you start to feel your hands or feet tingling, you let me know, got it?"
Jim could only nod in reply, which must have been deemed good enough. The drug in his system might have relaxed him physically, but it did nothing to prevent the heady buzz he felt as Bones worked his way around the table, firmly tethering each limb into place, then checking each extremity for circulation. Each cuff, each limb, each time Bones touched his skin, it was with absolute focus, and Jim could almost feel the pointed attention being drawn to that spot, dragging his own attention with it. The awareness of his own body increased with each cuff; awareness drawn out and neatly delineated with the focus and precision Bones was putting into every touch. He'd never felt such keen attention being paid to him like that before - at least, not when he was fully conscious or cognizant. The attention, the focus... it was as much of a rush as the actual feel of skin against his, the sensation of the cuffs holding his limbs down against the table, and the trust - the absolute trust - that Bones was taking care of him.
It was like foreplay. No, it was better than foreplay, because he'd done that hundreds of times - the flirting, the kissing, the heated push of skin on skin - but this was different. This was precise, methodical, deliberate. He was the center of someone else's attention, and of all the people whose attention he wanted, it was Bones. The only person he really trusted enough to do something like this. Hell, he was the only person who'd ever shown any real, personal level of concern for Jim's well-being, which was something that had consistently caused some undefinable emotion in Jim, something warm and breathless, something he'd never admitted aloud. It had started the day they'd met. And then, with the number of times Jim had landed himself in the infirmary with Bones lecturing him and prodding him and jabbing him with hyposprays and putting him back together again... yeah, Bones was absolutely right; he hated being injured, looking weak, or dealing with most doctors, but he loved it when Bones took care of him. Nobody else ever really had, not like that. He didn't trust most people to do it, but he trusted Bones. Goddammit, he did.
Jim almost hadn't noticed that Bones had finished securing the last cuff in place around his left ankle, lost in the distant fog of thoughts and... arousal.
Bones had run a hand up Jim's leg from the ankle cuff, and had stopped on his hip. "Well Jim, if there was any question about your personal kinks before, those questions are good and answered," Bones said, a hint of sarcastic amusement in his voice. He reached into the pocket of his scrub top and pulled out something shiny. It took Jim a heartbeat to realize what it was.
"Oh God..."
"I prefer to be called 'Doctor,' but if you insist..."
Jim groaned, but Bones just chuckled deeply as he reached over and slid the cock ring into place around Jim's rapidly awakening dick, making him shudder. "The reason for this is simple, and twofold." He sounded so calm, so clinical, that it made Jim shiver again, even more deeply. "First," Bones continued, "we're going to need it later, and it's easier to put it there now, before you get hard. Second, when you're aroused, things that your body would normally process as pain feel different. After a point, it all becomes sensation."
Jim swallowed thickly, feeling like the ring was tightening around his throat as much as his cock. He had never thought, could never have imagined, that Bones could ever say things like that so smoothly, so naturally. Bones' easy confidence was just as strong as when he was working in the clinic, only now, it was underlined by a thread of something else, something heavy and controlling. Jim felt his brain short-circuit, and he said the first thing that came to mind. "So you're going to hurt me?"
Immediately, Bones frowned, leaned slightly closer, and put a gentle hand on Jim's neck, fingers resting against the pulse of his carotid artery. The contrast that struck Jim was between Kestra's hands around his neck yesterday, and the way Bones was touching him now. He could feel his own pulse beat in his neck, thrumming against Bones' fingers, and realized that he knew that Bones would never hurt him, and he'd been stupid to ask. Bones seemed to recognize the realization Jim was feeling, because he nodded in approval. "Jim, pain is in the body's interpretation of sensation. I'm going to do things that most people's bodies would interpret as pain... most of the time. Somehow, tonight, I think you're going to like it. But I will never do something that will damage you. That's the difference between the stupid shit you did yesterday... and what we're going to do here."
"Why Bones," Jim said, trying to keep his voice steady but failing, "you do care."
At that, Bones snorted. "I care enough to inflict the very best." He brushed his hand lightly from Jim's neck to his shoulder, giving it a squeeze before turning away. Again, Jim couldn't see what he was doing on the tray that had been set up, but then Bones was carrying the tray closer. He hesitated, then gave Jim a searching look. "Last chance for that blindfold."
A small jolt clenched through Jim's stomach, but he shook his head, both nervous and excited. "No way."
Bones nodded, then set the tray down.
Jim felt his eyes almost pop out of his head. At least a dozen needles, each in what he assumed were sterile sheaths, were lined up on the tray. He wanted to say something, but his mouth didn't seem to be cooperating.
"Jim," Bones said, placing a hand on his chest, "look at me. Good. Remember that you have veto power here. If you trust me enough to let me go forward with this, I can almost guarantee that you'll enjoy it. But say the word, and it ends now."
Slowly, feeling oddly detached from his body, Jim made himself nod. "Go ahead."
"Okay then." Moving confidently, Bones took a small device from the tray - Jim realized he hadn't even been able to see anything except the needles - and activated it. "This is just a dermal sterilizer," he said as he began running it over Jim's chest. "Sure, I might be willing to turn you into a pincushion, but not at any risk of infection." The sterilization unit hummed along as Bones drew it up Jim's shoulder, then down his right arm. A moment later, it traced his left arm, and Jim caught on. If Bones was sterilizing a spot, he was probably going to stick a needle through it. The anticipation itself was enough to make him shiver.
Holy shit.
"You sure you're okay with this?"
Jim blinked and realized that he'd spoken aloud. "Yeah," he choked. "Yeah. It's good."
"Okay, then listen. Here's where I'm going to tell you to keep talk to a minimum." He ran the sterilizer over his own hands, then put it down and picked up the first needle. "Green, yellow, and red. Got it?"
"Got it," Jim replied, hearing his own voice mixing with the blood rushing in his ears. Was that relaxant drug wearing off already, or was he just that fucking nervous? And at the same time, did he really care? The feel of his heart pounding in his chest and breath rushing in his lungs was already exhilarating, and goddammit he felt alive and this was just what he'd been hoping for. The rush was heightened by the absolute knowledge that Bones knew exactly what he was doing... that it was safe; that it was okay. He was okay. "Okay."
"Good. Then relax, be quiet, and just feel. I've got you." Bones gave him a steady look, then neatly twisted the sterile cap off the first needle, discarding it on the tray. He leaned closer and put his hand on Jim's upper left arm. "Hold still."
Jim had meant to keep his eyes open, but at the first sting of the needle against his shoulder, he squeezed his eyes shut.
The whole world zoomed in to that fine point, sharp and biting, piercing through his skin, sliding, burning - he could feel it all. He held his breath, then gasped, then panted. There was the stinging burn in his shoulder, the tide of air in his lungs, and the frantic thud of his heart in his chest. His breath caught, and he dug his fingers into the table pad as the table began to sway beneath his back and blood was rushing in his ears and goddammit holy fucking hell.
"...breathe, Jim. JIM!"
Jim forced his eyes open to see Bones leaning close over his face. There was a hand grabbing his chin, and suddenly he felt Bones thump a closed fist against his sternum. He coughed reflexively, and sucked in a deep breath, then another, gasping for a moment as his body demanded more air. The room seemed to steady around him - when did it start spinning? - and he found his voice. "I... I'm fine, Bones. Holy hell... that's just one needle, right? No drugs - just a piercing?"
Bones nodded, releasing Jim's chin and leaning back away from him. "Piercing causes an endorphin rush, Jim, and depending on how sensitive a person is to it, a bunch of other physiological responses. Looks like you're sensitive. But you need to breathe through it - don't hold your breath like that. Here," he said, grabbing a cup of water from nearby with a straw in it. "Take a drink, settle yourself."
Jim automatically took a sip as the straw was placed between his lips, swallowed, and asked nervously, "We're not stopping, are we?"
Bones rolled his eyes and chuckled. "You're quite the little goddamned masochist, aren't you?" he asked, putting the straw back between Jim's lips. "Jim, if your need for fight-or-flight adrenaline is satisfied by what I can do here, where I know you're not going to actually get hurt, then no, I won't stop." He waited for Jim to stop drinking, then set the cup aside. "Ready for another?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"You like that, don't you?" he asked as he reached for the next needle and pulled off the cap.
"Yes, I -" Jim's ability to speak cut off as soon as Bones grabbed his arm again, lower this time. His brain shut down as he felt the slight stretch as Bones pulled his skin taut, and again, he couldn't keep his eyes open when he felt the sharp point bite into his tricep. Slow and drawn out, the thin sliver of metal was slowly embedded in his arm, and it finished with another sharp throbbing sensation as the end of the needle pierced through his skin from underneath - in, under, then out again. This time, he was aware of the whole thing, and the room didn't spin as badly. He couldn't help himself - he squirmed slightly, and realized that the odd sensations ringing through his body seemed to resonate from the two needles now embedded in his arm straight down to his dick. "Damn..."
"Green, yellow, or red, Jim. Not 'damn.' I want you to relax and feel everything, not talk, not think. Got it?"
"Yes. Green," Jim breathed, biting back the temptation to elaborate. And really, with Bones' command, the strange fuzzy sensation that was slowly creeping up on him seemed to accelerate. His skin felt warm, his body felt strange and tense and relaxed all at once. "Green," he said again, closing and opening his eyes slowly.
He watched, feeling both vividly aware and strangely detached, as Bones picked up the next needle. The snapping sound, a hand gripping his elbow and pinning his arm firmly in place, and the bite of metal on flesh. This time, he didn't close his eyes, and watched intently - not his own arm, but Bones. The tightly focused look on Bones' face was almost as intense as the feel of the needle threading through his arm. He breathed through it, feeling light-headed and... and... he couldn't even think.
With the needle fully embedded, Bones spared him a glance, but without a word, grabbed the next one. Jim barely had a chance to take a few breaths before his world was narrowed to the width of the needle pushing through his skin, this time through his forearm. His face felt hot and cold at once, every inch of his body tingling, and he was sinking and falling into something that was soft and comforting but sharp and piercing all at once. Through the haze around him, he heard Bones move, and the rattle of the tray. The noises shifted, and Bones was on his right side.
Then there was a hand on his face, and Bones pulled back one of his eyelids. "Still with me, Jim?"
It was all Jim could do to nod and whisper, "Green." He didn't want this to end. It hurt, but it didn't. The pain wasn't only pain now; it was a heady sensation overwhelming his brain and his body, drawing every nerve and scrap of awareness to pinpoints. Distantly, he remembered the restraints around each ankle and wrist, holding him bound to the table, but it was each needle that was holding him tethered to reality, still throbbing lightly in his arm, not letting him forget that it was there, and not letting him forget that Bones had put it there, and only Bones could remove it. At the crux of everything was his trust that Bones would take care of everything. That's what was holding him the tightest, keeping him from struggling, stopping him from demanding to be released so he could leap from the table and run from the room - Bones. Trust. It was a strange spell that seemed to have descended over him, and he didn't want to break it.
Bones seemed to sense this, released his eyelid, and took hold of his right arm. A moment later, another needle was piercing his shoulder, being threaded through his deltoid, a perfect mirror of what Bones had done to his right arm. Sharp and precise, a smooth motion that pierced and penetrated, all held in place by the feel of Bones' rough, dry fingers, hot against his arm. Through the strange haze, Jim anticipated the sounds and motions, the sensations and reactions, like a rhythm Bones was setting. Now that he felt he knew where the next needles were going, he sunk into the rhythm willingly, eagerly, breathing in time, riding each one as it came and went. His whole body was awake and alive and nothing existed beyond the bite of the next needle and Bones... Bones' fingers and steady breathing and skillful ministrations and... reaching up and checking the pulse on Jim's neck, sending a deep shudder through him.
"How're you doing in there, Jim?"
"Good. I... green." Jim opened his eyes and saw Bones looking down at him with something between a satisfied smile and a clinical observation. It made Jim shudder again.
Bones withdrew his hand from Jim's neck with a nod. "Pulse is nice and steady, and you seem stable enough for the next part." He picked up another needle and twisted off the cover with a snap.
Jim blinked. Four per arm... eight... there were... twelve on the tray? He glanced over at the tray and saw three more needles lying there. He looked back up at Bones, who was standing closer to him now... leaning closer.
One hand was hot and heavy over Jim's sternum, pressing down lightly, and Bones held up the needle in Jim's line of sight. "This is a bit more sensitive." He leaned down and held the needle poised over Jim's chest, aimed at his left pectoral, just above the heart that had just started thundering furiously in that chest. "Take a deep breath, Jim. Do it now."
Unable to think beyond following exactly what Bones was saying, and unable to tear his eyes away from the point of the needle, Jim took as deep of a breath as he could.
"Now let it all out and hold still."
Jim watched his own chest fall, as if from a distance, but held his head up and watched as the Bones deftly pulled his skin taut, and stabbed. The needle broke the skin, then threaded along underneath it, raising a welt as it moved, and then with a twist of his wrist, Bones angled it back out so that the point once again broke the skin with a sharp sting. The burn in his skin was intense. His chest was on fire, and his head dropped back against the table.
"Breathe, Jim."
Like a switch had been flipped at the command, air flooded his lungs, and a wave of vertigo rocked him as he closed his eyes. Too much... too much... "Yellow."
In an instant, Bones had that warm hand back against his sternum, like one stable point in a world spinning out of control, and the other hand back up to his pulse point. "Easy there, Jim. Deep, slow breaths. Some people react more strongly to visuals than others. Here, take a drink."
The hand on his pulse moved away, and a second later, Jim felt the drinking straw against his lips. He took a couple of small sips, letting the coolness of the water stand against the burn in his skin, but he didn't open his eyes.
"Do you need me to take that one out?"
Jim shook his head.
"Words, Jim. Talk to me."
He clenched his teeth. The heady buzz was still there, and he didn't want this to be over. Not yet. There was more, and he could feel it. Wanted it. Wanted all of it. "I'm good," he breathed. "I think I shouldn't look though. At least... not while you're doing it." He tentatively opened his eyes. "Tell me you're taking care of everything." It wasn't technically a question, but he put the plea in his voice, and Bones heard it.
Reaching up, Bones gently put his hand over Jim's eyes and coaxed his eyelids shut. Jim leaned into the touch, surprisingly soft and comforting. A moment later, that hand was on Jim's cheek, and Bones' voice was steady and reassuring. "I've got you, Jim. And yes, I'm taking care of everything. You'll be okay. Keep your eyes closed, and just trust me. Three more to go, Jim. I know you can take it."
Jim couldn't stop the small whimper that escaped his lips, and the sensation of being overwhelmed that he'd felt a moment ago was already dissolving back into that heady world of floating. The light pulsing twinges from each needle in his arms and the sharper one on his chest hummed and tingled in his skin. Bones' hands seemed to radiate compassion as surely as heat, as capable of giving pleasure as they were of giving pain, and the lines between the two were blurred... perfectly and exquisitely blurred. Jim nodded. "I can. I'm ready."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"Okay then, I'm right here. Listen to my voice." The hands were withdrawn, and there was the now-familiar snapping sound, then one hand was back on his chest, just below where the previous needle had been placed. "Breathe in. Good. Let it out and hold it... now."
Without the visual, all he felt was the welcome sting of the needle, the burn, and the rush that came with it. Another snapping sound. Hand on the right pectoral.
"Deep breath in..."
It was the easiest and most natural thing in the world, following the directions Bones was giving. The needles still hurt, but they didn't, not really. He was wrapped back in that thick cocoon, and his awareness extended only to the most immediate sensations and sounds. Nothing existed beyond the the bite and burn of the needles, the warm fingers on his chest, and Bones' voice floating through all of it. When the final needle was in, he felt a flash of disappointment. "Bones..."
"You're okay, Jim. They're all in."
"I know, but..." He opened his eyes to see Bones with his back to him, and once again, he was manipulating something on the tray. "Bones?"
"No, Jim. We're not done yet." He turned around, holding a syringe, and Jim flinched out of innate reflex more than fear. "Relax. There's nothing sharp on this one. No needle. It contains a topical gel."
"Topical?" Jim asked, really not sure where this was going... literally.
Bones chuckled lightly. "Now that you're high as a kite on endorphins - and Jim, you should see the numbers right now - I've got something else that I was hoping to try on you, and it looks like you're ready for it. This gel relaxes involuntary muscle... specifically the tissues of the urethral wall. It also doubles as an antiseptic, and an excellent lubricant."
Jim felt his eyes widen. "That's going in -"
He was cut off as Bones took a grip on his cock, which was still hard and sensitive, and positioned the syringe against the slit. "This will feel cool, and it might tingle a little bit, but it won't hurt." With that, he slowly began to press down on the plunger.
It was possibly the oddest sensation Jim had ever felt. Cool and viscous, the gel was forced down the inside of his cock, tingling as it went, and Jim had never been so acutely aware of his own dick in his life. He found himself panting and shivering, unable to control it, and not really caring that he wasn't. He was turned on, but not in any way he'd ever experienced it before. He watched as best he could through lidded eyes as Bones finished injecting the full contents of the syringe, then pulled it away and dropped it in a small container on the tray, never taking one warm hand off his cock.
"Oh god," Jim breathed, trying to stay centered as yet another sensation was added to the rapidly growing list of things on his body that were vying for his attention. The tingling, the coolness, the slickness - "Wait, you said lubricant?"
"I did," Bones said evenly. "Give it a minute, Jim. Wait for the gel to start working."
"It's working. It's... it's tingling, I can feel it." He swallowed. "What do you need lubricant for?"
Bones sighed with an enigmatic smile. "You know, if we do this often enough, eventually, you'll start to trust that I will tell you everything, Jim." He reached over to the tray and picked up a long, thin piece of metal. It had a gentle curve to it, a rounded tip, and a thicker ball at the end that Bones was holding, pinched between his fingers. "This is a sound, and yes, it goes there."
There was a glint of something sadistic finally showing in Bones' easy grin, and it sent a shiver shooting through every aching and throbbing point on Jim's body, coming right back down to his groin. He squirmed and flexed against the restraints, not really sure if he was trying to angle his hips further away from Bones' grip, or push his cock more firmly into the doctor's hand. Between the slightly feral look that had taken over his friend and the insane mix of sensations bombarding him, he knew he was gone. "Oh man..."
"Why Jim, it seems you like this idea," Bones fucking crooned at him. "Ever thought about this before?"
"I... urgh... I've... yes, okay?" he gasped out between pants. He was too buzzed to avoid the admission, even if he'd wanted to... which he didn't. "Yes, I have... fuck..."
"Good to know," Bones said lightly as he shifted his grasp on Jim's cock. "So you might have some idea of how this works."
"Yes, I -"
"Shh. Quiet now, Jim." He held the sound over the tip of Jim's cock, and gave him a level look. "Quiet. Relax. Focus on breathing. Slow and steady."
Jim tried, he really did, but he couldn't quite suppress the way his hips jerked as the sound touched the tip of his cock. "Hold still, Jim," came Bones' voice from somewhere beyond the buzz that was ringing in Jim's ears again. Then the metal was pressing against the tip, and slowly sinking into his shaft as Bones eased it down. He'd wondered what this would be like, but he'd never dared to try it himself... and had never thought... never imagined... that someone else would be doing this to him. He tried to remember what Bones had told him, tried to breathe evenly and steadily, sucking in cool lungfuls of air as the sound eased into his urethra. Stretching, faintly burning, impossibly full but not painful, deeper and deeper, and then something cool and heavy pressed against the tip of his cock and everything went still.
"It's in," came Bones' voice from somewhere far away. "You can move if you need to."
An insane need to move struck Jim, but as he squirmed and shifted in place, the sensations and pressure from his cock increased exponentially, combining with the continued throbbing from the needles piercing his chest and arms. "Oh... oh god... goddamn... fuck." He writhed, feeling the tug of the restraints on his wrists and ankles tugging back at him. The restraints were oddly comforting, taking away the choice to move, taking away the choice to object... not that he would. He wouldn't. After a moment, he let himself sag against the table, head lolling, mouth open and gasping, and not caring that he probably looked totally exposed and debauched and wantonly desperate. Actually, he rather liked that idea. The coolness from the metal was fading... warming up from his body heat... settling and relaxing.
And then he felt an additional pressure on the sound in his cock. His eyes snapped open and he looked up to see Bones grinning with wicked delight. He was looking at his own hands; one hand supporting Jim's dick, and the other lightly gripping the sound... twisting.
Jim moaned, feeling the unbelievable sensation of metal and pressure rubbing the inside of him. It seemed to shoot straight to his core, twisting his stomach as surely as it was twisting his cock. He blinked and forced himself to look. Bones shot him a glance, then began to raise the sound out of his shaft, drawing out another moan from Jim's throat. Jim wasn't sure when he'd become so desperately aroused, but he didn't think he'd ever been so hard in his life, and now he understood the other reason Bones had put a cock ring on him. The sound was almost out, and Jim was torn between relief from the burning stretch and desperation to have it back in. He looked back up and caught Bones' eye and was barely able to groan out, "Please...Bones... green... please..."
Bones looked almost amused, despite the fact that his own eyes were dark and intense with a foreign type of arousal that went beyond the sexual. "Oh Jim," he drawled lightly, "if you thought this was it, you've got another thing coming."
With that, he began lowering the sound back in, and Jim was lost. He threw his head back, gasping and groaning, unable to stop the muscles throughout his body from clenching and twitching as he strained against his restraints, trying to hold still, but unable to fully control himself. Now he knew why Bones had insisted on the restraints, and he was glad of it. He was ready to jump out of his own skin. His whole body was on fire, and it was amazing.
To Part 4...
Author: mijan
Artist: lizardspots
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM. Needleplay. Sounding.
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Links to the previous sections: Part One, Part Two
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Jim felt the cool material of the padded table against the skin of his butt and thighs and briefly wondered if he should have kept his underwear on for comfort. For that matter, he wondered if he should have kept it on for other reasons - whether Bones wanted to see him naked like this, whether he was assuming too much. Amongst the million questions that had stewed in his head since he'd walked out of Bones' room the previous night, he'd wondered what Bones was thinking about... well...
"Bones?"
He had his back to Jim, his body blocking the view of whatever he was doing on the small tray in front of him. "Yeah, Jim?"
He fidgeted, feeling the odd pulling sensation of his legs on the table surface. "You said you've done this before. When did you start?"
Bones tilted his head, still keeping his gaze down on his hands and the tray. "Oh, I started getting into this during my third year of med school. Med students had to practice certain techniques on each other. One of my classmates had a kink for it... and apparently a thing for me," he said easily. "I discovered that I liked it, too."
Jim blinked and shivered, imagining what it would be like to be Bones' practice partner, wondering what they'd done. He blew out a slow breath through pursed lips. "How often did you do stuff?"
"Used to do it pretty regularly. Sometimes once in a month, sometimes a couple of times in a week."
"You really do like it then?"
Bones chuckled. "I told ya, kid - I don't do things that I don't want to do."
Jim swallowed nervously, then cleared his throat. "Have you ever done it with... well... with guys?"
Bones looked back up over his shoulder, a look of utterly incredulous disbelief painted on his face. "Jim, you're angling to play with what some folks would consider to be pretty hardcore kink, you've known me for almost two years, and you're just now considering my sexual orientation?"
Jim felt his eyes go wide, and he shook his head. "No! I mean, I know that... well..."
Bones cut him off with another light chuckle as he looked back down at what he was doing, but kept talking. "Jim, I've been pretty much asexual since the divorce, but if you must know, I'm bi. And before you say anything else, I know your sexuality is defined by the phrase 'yes, please,' so don't worry. Besides, BDSM and sex aren't necessarily connected, you know. Of course, they can be..." His voice trailed off into another chuckle. He seemed quite focused on what he was doing on the tray.
"Oh," Jim breathed, both relieved and pleased, but already too jittery to be all that shocked by the revelation about his friend. He was more concerned about what Bones was doing that he couldn't see. There was the clanking of metal on metal, a few faint scraping noises, the tap of a plastic container as it was placed on the tray. A snapping sound. Bones tossed something into a small container off to the side, and then he was holding something up to the light -
"Shit, Bones, is that an old-fashioned needle?" He felt his stomach jump, but not necessarily in a bad way.
Bones didn't look back; he was intently watching what he was doing as he drew a small quantity of fluid from a vial into the syringe. "I've found," he said evenly, "that the old-fashioned stuff has much more of an impact in a scene like this. They still make these things... mostly because of this precise sort of demand." He put the vial aside and tapped the syringe, removing an air bubble, and capped it with a plastic cover. Then he turned and walked over. Jim couldn't pull his eyes away from the small device in Bones' hand. "Jim," Bones said, pressing lightly on his shoulder with his empty hand, "Lie down."
"What's in -"
"I told you," Bones interrupted, "that I'd explain everything as I go. You need to trust that."
Nodding edgily, Jim let himself be pushed back onto the table. The syringe was set on the table next to his head where he couldn't stop staring at it, and Jim wondered if Bones had done that on purpose to make him nervous, because it sure was working. Then Bones was fastening something around Jim's upper arm, which tightened as soon as he let it go.
"This is a very mild relaxant," Bones said as sat down on a tall stool by the side of the bed. "Now, make a fist and squeeze a few times. That's good." He reached over and tapped the inside of Jim's elbow a couple of times, observing closely. He must have been pleased by whatever he saw because he nodded as he picked up a small packet, ripped it open, pulled out an antiseptic pad, and deftly swabbed the inside of Jim's elbow with it. "It's a short-acting drug; won't make you feel drunk, and won't put you to sleep. But it'll keep you from having a panic attack while we get started, because in case you forgot, that monitor is still on your wrist, and your heart rate, blood pressure, and adrenaline levels are too high for my comfort." He picked up the needle and removed the cap. "Now hold still."
Bones' grasp on his arm was firm and surprisingly hot in the cool air of the room, and the sudden sharp stick of the needle against the vulnerable inner surface of his elbow drew every scrap of his attention to that single point. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it, and it was the most unusual sensation - a bite of pain, and a strange rush that came with it. His head spun, and he closed his eyes, feeling like the table was tilting and swaying beneath his back. A second later, he could feel the needle being withdrawn, and something was pressed down against the skin there as the band around his upper arm was loosened and removed.
"Jim? Are you okay?"
Jim opened his eyes to see Bones looking down at him, one eyebrow raised in inquiry. He nodded. "Yeah. Uh, yes, Doctor." His face felt flushed, and he could tell that he was breathing a bit too fast. Focusing on his own body, he tried to take a slow, deep breath.
Bones nodded in approval, not removing the pressure from the spot on his elbow, and using his other hand to check Jim's pulse manually. "Give it a few seconds. That stuff should start kicking in very quickly... there it goes."
It was like a wash of calmness - not drunk, not drugged, but Jim could feel his own heart slow down a bit, and the jitters that had been shaking him seemed to subside. The next deep breath he tried rose and fell in his chest smoothly and easily.
"Good... that's better," Bones said, releasing his arm. He reached over and grabbed a piece of fabric. "Now, this part is up to you. Blindfold - yes or no?"
Jim considered the blindfold in Bones' hand and blinked a couple of times. He was struck by the fleeting thought that it actually seemed easier to think clearly with the relaxant that Bones had given him - like his mind had stopped racing around in circles. It made him feel a bit more confident as he shook his head. "I want to be able to see what you're doing. If I need to close my eyes, I will."
Bones nodded, actually giving a small smile of approval. "I figured I'd offer, but I prefer that, too. It's easier to watch your reactions this way." He put down the blindfold, but picked up something else. "But these... are non-negotiable today."
Before Jim could put two and two together, he felt the soft but tough fabric of a medical-grade restraint being fastened around his left wrist, tugging as it was attached to the side of the table, pinning his arm down. Once he'd secured it, Bones pressed his fingers against the skin on the inside of Jim's wrist, prodding gently. Before Jim could ask, Bones explained, "Checking for circulation. If I can feel your pulse below the cuff, then it's not too tight. Right there, good. But if you start to feel your hands or feet tingling, you let me know, got it?"
Jim could only nod in reply, which must have been deemed good enough. The drug in his system might have relaxed him physically, but it did nothing to prevent the heady buzz he felt as Bones worked his way around the table, firmly tethering each limb into place, then checking each extremity for circulation. Each cuff, each limb, each time Bones touched his skin, it was with absolute focus, and Jim could almost feel the pointed attention being drawn to that spot, dragging his own attention with it. The awareness of his own body increased with each cuff; awareness drawn out and neatly delineated with the focus and precision Bones was putting into every touch. He'd never felt such keen attention being paid to him like that before - at least, not when he was fully conscious or cognizant. The attention, the focus... it was as much of a rush as the actual feel of skin against his, the sensation of the cuffs holding his limbs down against the table, and the trust - the absolute trust - that Bones was taking care of him.
It was like foreplay. No, it was better than foreplay, because he'd done that hundreds of times - the flirting, the kissing, the heated push of skin on skin - but this was different. This was precise, methodical, deliberate. He was the center of someone else's attention, and of all the people whose attention he wanted, it was Bones. The only person he really trusted enough to do something like this. Hell, he was the only person who'd ever shown any real, personal level of concern for Jim's well-being, which was something that had consistently caused some undefinable emotion in Jim, something warm and breathless, something he'd never admitted aloud. It had started the day they'd met. And then, with the number of times Jim had landed himself in the infirmary with Bones lecturing him and prodding him and jabbing him with hyposprays and putting him back together again... yeah, Bones was absolutely right; he hated being injured, looking weak, or dealing with most doctors, but he loved it when Bones took care of him. Nobody else ever really had, not like that. He didn't trust most people to do it, but he trusted Bones. Goddammit, he did.
Jim almost hadn't noticed that Bones had finished securing the last cuff in place around his left ankle, lost in the distant fog of thoughts and... arousal.
Bones had run a hand up Jim's leg from the ankle cuff, and had stopped on his hip. "Well Jim, if there was any question about your personal kinks before, those questions are good and answered," Bones said, a hint of sarcastic amusement in his voice. He reached into the pocket of his scrub top and pulled out something shiny. It took Jim a heartbeat to realize what it was.
"Oh God..."
"I prefer to be called 'Doctor,' but if you insist..."
Jim groaned, but Bones just chuckled deeply as he reached over and slid the cock ring into place around Jim's rapidly awakening dick, making him shudder. "The reason for this is simple, and twofold." He sounded so calm, so clinical, that it made Jim shiver again, even more deeply. "First," Bones continued, "we're going to need it later, and it's easier to put it there now, before you get hard. Second, when you're aroused, things that your body would normally process as pain feel different. After a point, it all becomes sensation."
Jim swallowed thickly, feeling like the ring was tightening around his throat as much as his cock. He had never thought, could never have imagined, that Bones could ever say things like that so smoothly, so naturally. Bones' easy confidence was just as strong as when he was working in the clinic, only now, it was underlined by a thread of something else, something heavy and controlling. Jim felt his brain short-circuit, and he said the first thing that came to mind. "So you're going to hurt me?"
Immediately, Bones frowned, leaned slightly closer, and put a gentle hand on Jim's neck, fingers resting against the pulse of his carotid artery. The contrast that struck Jim was between Kestra's hands around his neck yesterday, and the way Bones was touching him now. He could feel his own pulse beat in his neck, thrumming against Bones' fingers, and realized that he knew that Bones would never hurt him, and he'd been stupid to ask. Bones seemed to recognize the realization Jim was feeling, because he nodded in approval. "Jim, pain is in the body's interpretation of sensation. I'm going to do things that most people's bodies would interpret as pain... most of the time. Somehow, tonight, I think you're going to like it. But I will never do something that will damage you. That's the difference between the stupid shit you did yesterday... and what we're going to do here."
"Why Bones," Jim said, trying to keep his voice steady but failing, "you do care."
At that, Bones snorted. "I care enough to inflict the very best." He brushed his hand lightly from Jim's neck to his shoulder, giving it a squeeze before turning away. Again, Jim couldn't see what he was doing on the tray that had been set up, but then Bones was carrying the tray closer. He hesitated, then gave Jim a searching look. "Last chance for that blindfold."
A small jolt clenched through Jim's stomach, but he shook his head, both nervous and excited. "No way."
Bones nodded, then set the tray down.
Jim felt his eyes almost pop out of his head. At least a dozen needles, each in what he assumed were sterile sheaths, were lined up on the tray. He wanted to say something, but his mouth didn't seem to be cooperating.
"Jim," Bones said, placing a hand on his chest, "look at me. Good. Remember that you have veto power here. If you trust me enough to let me go forward with this, I can almost guarantee that you'll enjoy it. But say the word, and it ends now."
Slowly, feeling oddly detached from his body, Jim made himself nod. "Go ahead."
"Okay then." Moving confidently, Bones took a small device from the tray - Jim realized he hadn't even been able to see anything except the needles - and activated it. "This is just a dermal sterilizer," he said as he began running it over Jim's chest. "Sure, I might be willing to turn you into a pincushion, but not at any risk of infection." The sterilization unit hummed along as Bones drew it up Jim's shoulder, then down his right arm. A moment later, it traced his left arm, and Jim caught on. If Bones was sterilizing a spot, he was probably going to stick a needle through it. The anticipation itself was enough to make him shiver.
Holy shit.
"You sure you're okay with this?"
Jim blinked and realized that he'd spoken aloud. "Yeah," he choked. "Yeah. It's good."
"Okay, then listen. Here's where I'm going to tell you to keep talk to a minimum." He ran the sterilizer over his own hands, then put it down and picked up the first needle. "Green, yellow, and red. Got it?"
"Got it," Jim replied, hearing his own voice mixing with the blood rushing in his ears. Was that relaxant drug wearing off already, or was he just that fucking nervous? And at the same time, did he really care? The feel of his heart pounding in his chest and breath rushing in his lungs was already exhilarating, and goddammit he felt alive and this was just what he'd been hoping for. The rush was heightened by the absolute knowledge that Bones knew exactly what he was doing... that it was safe; that it was okay. He was okay. "Okay."
"Good. Then relax, be quiet, and just feel. I've got you." Bones gave him a steady look, then neatly twisted the sterile cap off the first needle, discarding it on the tray. He leaned closer and put his hand on Jim's upper left arm. "Hold still."
Jim had meant to keep his eyes open, but at the first sting of the needle against his shoulder, he squeezed his eyes shut.
The whole world zoomed in to that fine point, sharp and biting, piercing through his skin, sliding, burning - he could feel it all. He held his breath, then gasped, then panted. There was the stinging burn in his shoulder, the tide of air in his lungs, and the frantic thud of his heart in his chest. His breath caught, and he dug his fingers into the table pad as the table began to sway beneath his back and blood was rushing in his ears and goddammit holy fucking hell.
"...breathe, Jim. JIM!"
Jim forced his eyes open to see Bones leaning close over his face. There was a hand grabbing his chin, and suddenly he felt Bones thump a closed fist against his sternum. He coughed reflexively, and sucked in a deep breath, then another, gasping for a moment as his body demanded more air. The room seemed to steady around him - when did it start spinning? - and he found his voice. "I... I'm fine, Bones. Holy hell... that's just one needle, right? No drugs - just a piercing?"
Bones nodded, releasing Jim's chin and leaning back away from him. "Piercing causes an endorphin rush, Jim, and depending on how sensitive a person is to it, a bunch of other physiological responses. Looks like you're sensitive. But you need to breathe through it - don't hold your breath like that. Here," he said, grabbing a cup of water from nearby with a straw in it. "Take a drink, settle yourself."
Jim automatically took a sip as the straw was placed between his lips, swallowed, and asked nervously, "We're not stopping, are we?"
Bones rolled his eyes and chuckled. "You're quite the little goddamned masochist, aren't you?" he asked, putting the straw back between Jim's lips. "Jim, if your need for fight-or-flight adrenaline is satisfied by what I can do here, where I know you're not going to actually get hurt, then no, I won't stop." He waited for Jim to stop drinking, then set the cup aside. "Ready for another?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"You like that, don't you?" he asked as he reached for the next needle and pulled off the cap.
"Yes, I -" Jim's ability to speak cut off as soon as Bones grabbed his arm again, lower this time. His brain shut down as he felt the slight stretch as Bones pulled his skin taut, and again, he couldn't keep his eyes open when he felt the sharp point bite into his tricep. Slow and drawn out, the thin sliver of metal was slowly embedded in his arm, and it finished with another sharp throbbing sensation as the end of the needle pierced through his skin from underneath - in, under, then out again. This time, he was aware of the whole thing, and the room didn't spin as badly. He couldn't help himself - he squirmed slightly, and realized that the odd sensations ringing through his body seemed to resonate from the two needles now embedded in his arm straight down to his dick. "Damn..."
"Green, yellow, or red, Jim. Not 'damn.' I want you to relax and feel everything, not talk, not think. Got it?"
"Yes. Green," Jim breathed, biting back the temptation to elaborate. And really, with Bones' command, the strange fuzzy sensation that was slowly creeping up on him seemed to accelerate. His skin felt warm, his body felt strange and tense and relaxed all at once. "Green," he said again, closing and opening his eyes slowly.
He watched, feeling both vividly aware and strangely detached, as Bones picked up the next needle. The snapping sound, a hand gripping his elbow and pinning his arm firmly in place, and the bite of metal on flesh. This time, he didn't close his eyes, and watched intently - not his own arm, but Bones. The tightly focused look on Bones' face was almost as intense as the feel of the needle threading through his arm. He breathed through it, feeling light-headed and... and... he couldn't even think.
With the needle fully embedded, Bones spared him a glance, but without a word, grabbed the next one. Jim barely had a chance to take a few breaths before his world was narrowed to the width of the needle pushing through his skin, this time through his forearm. His face felt hot and cold at once, every inch of his body tingling, and he was sinking and falling into something that was soft and comforting but sharp and piercing all at once. Through the haze around him, he heard Bones move, and the rattle of the tray. The noises shifted, and Bones was on his right side.
Then there was a hand on his face, and Bones pulled back one of his eyelids. "Still with me, Jim?"
It was all Jim could do to nod and whisper, "Green." He didn't want this to end. It hurt, but it didn't. The pain wasn't only pain now; it was a heady sensation overwhelming his brain and his body, drawing every nerve and scrap of awareness to pinpoints. Distantly, he remembered the restraints around each ankle and wrist, holding him bound to the table, but it was each needle that was holding him tethered to reality, still throbbing lightly in his arm, not letting him forget that it was there, and not letting him forget that Bones had put it there, and only Bones could remove it. At the crux of everything was his trust that Bones would take care of everything. That's what was holding him the tightest, keeping him from struggling, stopping him from demanding to be released so he could leap from the table and run from the room - Bones. Trust. It was a strange spell that seemed to have descended over him, and he didn't want to break it.
Bones seemed to sense this, released his eyelid, and took hold of his right arm. A moment later, another needle was piercing his shoulder, being threaded through his deltoid, a perfect mirror of what Bones had done to his right arm. Sharp and precise, a smooth motion that pierced and penetrated, all held in place by the feel of Bones' rough, dry fingers, hot against his arm. Through the strange haze, Jim anticipated the sounds and motions, the sensations and reactions, like a rhythm Bones was setting. Now that he felt he knew where the next needles were going, he sunk into the rhythm willingly, eagerly, breathing in time, riding each one as it came and went. His whole body was awake and alive and nothing existed beyond the bite of the next needle and Bones... Bones' fingers and steady breathing and skillful ministrations and... reaching up and checking the pulse on Jim's neck, sending a deep shudder through him.
"How're you doing in there, Jim?"
"Good. I... green." Jim opened his eyes and saw Bones looking down at him with something between a satisfied smile and a clinical observation. It made Jim shudder again.
Bones withdrew his hand from Jim's neck with a nod. "Pulse is nice and steady, and you seem stable enough for the next part." He picked up another needle and twisted off the cover with a snap.
Jim blinked. Four per arm... eight... there were... twelve on the tray? He glanced over at the tray and saw three more needles lying there. He looked back up at Bones, who was standing closer to him now... leaning closer.
One hand was hot and heavy over Jim's sternum, pressing down lightly, and Bones held up the needle in Jim's line of sight. "This is a bit more sensitive." He leaned down and held the needle poised over Jim's chest, aimed at his left pectoral, just above the heart that had just started thundering furiously in that chest. "Take a deep breath, Jim. Do it now."
Unable to think beyond following exactly what Bones was saying, and unable to tear his eyes away from the point of the needle, Jim took as deep of a breath as he could.
"Now let it all out and hold still."
Jim watched his own chest fall, as if from a distance, but held his head up and watched as the Bones deftly pulled his skin taut, and stabbed. The needle broke the skin, then threaded along underneath it, raising a welt as it moved, and then with a twist of his wrist, Bones angled it back out so that the point once again broke the skin with a sharp sting. The burn in his skin was intense. His chest was on fire, and his head dropped back against the table.
"Breathe, Jim."
Like a switch had been flipped at the command, air flooded his lungs, and a wave of vertigo rocked him as he closed his eyes. Too much... too much... "Yellow."
In an instant, Bones had that warm hand back against his sternum, like one stable point in a world spinning out of control, and the other hand back up to his pulse point. "Easy there, Jim. Deep, slow breaths. Some people react more strongly to visuals than others. Here, take a drink."
The hand on his pulse moved away, and a second later, Jim felt the drinking straw against his lips. He took a couple of small sips, letting the coolness of the water stand against the burn in his skin, but he didn't open his eyes.
"Do you need me to take that one out?"
Jim shook his head.
"Words, Jim. Talk to me."
He clenched his teeth. The heady buzz was still there, and he didn't want this to be over. Not yet. There was more, and he could feel it. Wanted it. Wanted all of it. "I'm good," he breathed. "I think I shouldn't look though. At least... not while you're doing it." He tentatively opened his eyes. "Tell me you're taking care of everything." It wasn't technically a question, but he put the plea in his voice, and Bones heard it.
Reaching up, Bones gently put his hand over Jim's eyes and coaxed his eyelids shut. Jim leaned into the touch, surprisingly soft and comforting. A moment later, that hand was on Jim's cheek, and Bones' voice was steady and reassuring. "I've got you, Jim. And yes, I'm taking care of everything. You'll be okay. Keep your eyes closed, and just trust me. Three more to go, Jim. I know you can take it."
Jim couldn't stop the small whimper that escaped his lips, and the sensation of being overwhelmed that he'd felt a moment ago was already dissolving back into that heady world of floating. The light pulsing twinges from each needle in his arms and the sharper one on his chest hummed and tingled in his skin. Bones' hands seemed to radiate compassion as surely as heat, as capable of giving pleasure as they were of giving pain, and the lines between the two were blurred... perfectly and exquisitely blurred. Jim nodded. "I can. I'm ready."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"Okay then, I'm right here. Listen to my voice." The hands were withdrawn, and there was the now-familiar snapping sound, then one hand was back on his chest, just below where the previous needle had been placed. "Breathe in. Good. Let it out and hold it... now."
Without the visual, all he felt was the welcome sting of the needle, the burn, and the rush that came with it. Another snapping sound. Hand on the right pectoral.
"Deep breath in..."
It was the easiest and most natural thing in the world, following the directions Bones was giving. The needles still hurt, but they didn't, not really. He was wrapped back in that thick cocoon, and his awareness extended only to the most immediate sensations and sounds. Nothing existed beyond the the bite and burn of the needles, the warm fingers on his chest, and Bones' voice floating through all of it. When the final needle was in, he felt a flash of disappointment. "Bones..."
"You're okay, Jim. They're all in."
"I know, but..." He opened his eyes to see Bones with his back to him, and once again, he was manipulating something on the tray. "Bones?"
"No, Jim. We're not done yet." He turned around, holding a syringe, and Jim flinched out of innate reflex more than fear. "Relax. There's nothing sharp on this one. No needle. It contains a topical gel."
"Topical?" Jim asked, really not sure where this was going... literally.
Bones chuckled lightly. "Now that you're high as a kite on endorphins - and Jim, you should see the numbers right now - I've got something else that I was hoping to try on you, and it looks like you're ready for it. This gel relaxes involuntary muscle... specifically the tissues of the urethral wall. It also doubles as an antiseptic, and an excellent lubricant."
Jim felt his eyes widen. "That's going in -"
He was cut off as Bones took a grip on his cock, which was still hard and sensitive, and positioned the syringe against the slit. "This will feel cool, and it might tingle a little bit, but it won't hurt." With that, he slowly began to press down on the plunger.
It was possibly the oddest sensation Jim had ever felt. Cool and viscous, the gel was forced down the inside of his cock, tingling as it went, and Jim had never been so acutely aware of his own dick in his life. He found himself panting and shivering, unable to control it, and not really caring that he wasn't. He was turned on, but not in any way he'd ever experienced it before. He watched as best he could through lidded eyes as Bones finished injecting the full contents of the syringe, then pulled it away and dropped it in a small container on the tray, never taking one warm hand off his cock.
"Oh god," Jim breathed, trying to stay centered as yet another sensation was added to the rapidly growing list of things on his body that were vying for his attention. The tingling, the coolness, the slickness - "Wait, you said lubricant?"
"I did," Bones said evenly. "Give it a minute, Jim. Wait for the gel to start working."
"It's working. It's... it's tingling, I can feel it." He swallowed. "What do you need lubricant for?"
Bones sighed with an enigmatic smile. "You know, if we do this often enough, eventually, you'll start to trust that I will tell you everything, Jim." He reached over to the tray and picked up a long, thin piece of metal. It had a gentle curve to it, a rounded tip, and a thicker ball at the end that Bones was holding, pinched between his fingers. "This is a sound, and yes, it goes there."
There was a glint of something sadistic finally showing in Bones' easy grin, and it sent a shiver shooting through every aching and throbbing point on Jim's body, coming right back down to his groin. He squirmed and flexed against the restraints, not really sure if he was trying to angle his hips further away from Bones' grip, or push his cock more firmly into the doctor's hand. Between the slightly feral look that had taken over his friend and the insane mix of sensations bombarding him, he knew he was gone. "Oh man..."
"Why Jim, it seems you like this idea," Bones fucking crooned at him. "Ever thought about this before?"
"I... urgh... I've... yes, okay?" he gasped out between pants. He was too buzzed to avoid the admission, even if he'd wanted to... which he didn't. "Yes, I have... fuck..."
"Good to know," Bones said lightly as he shifted his grasp on Jim's cock. "So you might have some idea of how this works."
"Yes, I -"
"Shh. Quiet now, Jim." He held the sound over the tip of Jim's cock, and gave him a level look. "Quiet. Relax. Focus on breathing. Slow and steady."
Jim tried, he really did, but he couldn't quite suppress the way his hips jerked as the sound touched the tip of his cock. "Hold still, Jim," came Bones' voice from somewhere beyond the buzz that was ringing in Jim's ears again. Then the metal was pressing against the tip, and slowly sinking into his shaft as Bones eased it down. He'd wondered what this would be like, but he'd never dared to try it himself... and had never thought... never imagined... that someone else would be doing this to him. He tried to remember what Bones had told him, tried to breathe evenly and steadily, sucking in cool lungfuls of air as the sound eased into his urethra. Stretching, faintly burning, impossibly full but not painful, deeper and deeper, and then something cool and heavy pressed against the tip of his cock and everything went still.
"It's in," came Bones' voice from somewhere far away. "You can move if you need to."
An insane need to move struck Jim, but as he squirmed and shifted in place, the sensations and pressure from his cock increased exponentially, combining with the continued throbbing from the needles piercing his chest and arms. "Oh... oh god... goddamn... fuck." He writhed, feeling the tug of the restraints on his wrists and ankles tugging back at him. The restraints were oddly comforting, taking away the choice to move, taking away the choice to object... not that he would. He wouldn't. After a moment, he let himself sag against the table, head lolling, mouth open and gasping, and not caring that he probably looked totally exposed and debauched and wantonly desperate. Actually, he rather liked that idea. The coolness from the metal was fading... warming up from his body heat... settling and relaxing.
And then he felt an additional pressure on the sound in his cock. His eyes snapped open and he looked up to see Bones grinning with wicked delight. He was looking at his own hands; one hand supporting Jim's dick, and the other lightly gripping the sound... twisting.
Jim moaned, feeling the unbelievable sensation of metal and pressure rubbing the inside of him. It seemed to shoot straight to his core, twisting his stomach as surely as it was twisting his cock. He blinked and forced himself to look. Bones shot him a glance, then began to raise the sound out of his shaft, drawing out another moan from Jim's throat. Jim wasn't sure when he'd become so desperately aroused, but he didn't think he'd ever been so hard in his life, and now he understood the other reason Bones had put a cock ring on him. The sound was almost out, and Jim was torn between relief from the burning stretch and desperation to have it back in. He looked back up and caught Bones' eye and was barely able to groan out, "Please...Bones... green... please..."
Bones looked almost amused, despite the fact that his own eyes were dark and intense with a foreign type of arousal that went beyond the sexual. "Oh Jim," he drawled lightly, "if you thought this was it, you've got another thing coming."
With that, he began lowering the sound back in, and Jim was lost. He threw his head back, gasping and groaning, unable to stop the muscles throughout his body from clenching and twitching as he strained against his restraints, trying to hold still, but unable to fully control himself. Now he knew why Bones had insisted on the restraints, and he was glad of it. He was ready to jump out of his own skin. His whole body was on fire, and it was amazing.
To Part 4...