Travis Fimmel and Pierce Brosnan - Immunized
Warnings Medical play, injections, slight con non-con
Pierce runs an appreciative finger over the laminated box. The wood feels smooth, and the glass cooperatively reveals his newest toy. He taps his foot, impatient for Travis' arrival. The boy is the only one worthy breaking in his latest purchase.
Travis pulls up in front of Pierce's place, the familiar sight bringing a soft smile to full lips. Pierce has asked him over but not given much more of an indication than that as to what will go on. He's wondered on the drive over, just how into the whole medical fetish thing Pierce actually is. The room he'd seen last time said it is more than just a passing hobby for the man.
Knocking on the door, Travis grins softly as he stares down to his nearly bare feet. "Well, least he don't seem to mind the flip flop thing."
Smothering his instinct to run to the door like an excited little kid, Pierce greets Travis with a simple smile. The boy has made it very clear he is willing to participate in almost anything. It's a welcome open invitation. "I thought we needed to continue your treatment," he says with a raised eyebrow.
Looking up, jumping a little as he's torn from his own thoughts, Travis smiles wide as he sees Pierce on the other side of the doorway, the smile falters just a bit however at the words Pierce speaks. "Con...continue my treatment?" By the time Travis reaches the end of the question, the word is a mere squeak. "But, Doctor," Travis says, falling into role immediately, "are you sure? I'm scared."
"You haven't heard what we need to do yet," Pierce laughs. "Come in Travis, we really do need to address something."
Grinning to Pierce, Travis shrugs as he steps inside then moves on in to the main area. "Seemed a good response. Continuing treatment just sounded scary." Turning as the older man speaks, Travis nods, "Something wrong?"
"No no, simply preventative," Pierce shakes his head. "I am if anything very thorough." He guides Travis towards his 'surgery'. "I need you to strip...totally." Of course there is no screen for Travis to hide his modesty behind, and Pierce simply stands back to watch the show.
"Preventative?" The fact that Pierce has him stripping isn't really that much of a surprise, and as Travis looks around the room, he slips from his flipflops then shirt and jeans, laying them over the back of a chair. "Totally?" Travis looks down to the dark red boxer-briefs then slowly slips out of them, holding them in front of himself for a moment. "No gown or anything?"
"No no, I need access to your backside. I noticed on your records you haven't had your latest immunization." Pierce waits for Travis' reaction, taking the time to run his eyes over the beauty of his naked form in front of him. He hides a smirk when he spies Travis' cock jerk at his words.
"I could put it on...wait, my what?" Travis' blue eyes go wide and he stares for a moment. Oh, surely he heard that wrong. "Shots? Uhm, are you sure? I...wait, I thought I was too old." SHOTS?! Travis begins to fidget as he looks around, "You're sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. Is just a tiny little prick." Pierce cheekily fixes his gaze on Travis' cock as he speaks, and then moves towards his piece de resistance. He reverently opens the wooden box and takes out his precious new acquisition, holding it up in the air to be sure Travis gets a good view of it.
Still holding his boxers in front of him, Travis watches Pierce. "They give us everything we need at work, you're sure 'bout this? I think I'm fine, really I' d..." Travis goes just a bit brain dead as he spies the object now in Pierce's hand and his knees go a little weak. "Little prick hell!" Travis is quite sure that the thing that looks like it'd poke an elephant will feel a lot more painful than a 'little prick'.
"You're not averse to having immunisations?" Pierce asks loading a syringe. "If so we might need to restrain you. I can't go struggling when this pierces your skin can I?"
"Restrain? Bloody hell, that thing looks like...like...I'm not an elephant!" With a quick glance back and down to his own ass, Travis looks at the right cheek and has to wonder if there's even enough meat there to keep the thing from hitting bone. "I don't think the staying still thing is gonna happen, Doc."
"In that case I will restrain. Up on the bed, belly down."
"Wait...wait. We can discuss this, right? Right? I'm sure I've had them all, 'm sure of it!" Travis is willing to try damn near anything he can think of to escape the needle but he crawls up onto the table as instructed. "Doc, wait, please. That...that thing's huge!"
"Just extend your right arm please Mr. Fimmel and relax," Pierce says securing leather around his wrist and pulling the buckle tight.
"Oh bloody hell! Wait, uhm...please, ya don't have to do that!" Travis struggles against the cuff, the feeling heavy and thick around his wrist. He's not one for being stuck and that simply adds to the sensation of being at Pierce's mercy to which his cock already seems to be loving as it throbs between his legs. "Doc, 'm tellin' you, I think I'm good. Wait, wait..."
Pierce grabs his other arm and snaps the strap around it. "A necessary evil," Pierce smiles calmly.
Just the feel of the cuffs around his wrists draws a deep groan from Travis' throat and he looks up, struggling, surprised actually by just how strong Pierce is and how quickly the man gets him strapped down. "Please!" he pleads out giving a hard yank to the cuffs as he meets Pierce's eyes. "Doc, please, that thing's huge! It'll go down to the bone!" The fear of that is real, but it's that very fear that gets the hard throb from his cock.
"I have to admit that sometimes happens. Might restrain your feet as well just to be sure you don't kick out."
"What? No, wait! I'll try to stay steady, I won't kick out." The fact that Pierce is now going at his feet brings a new surge of adrenaline and powder blue eyes darken as he looks up and back. "Doc, please!"
"I've been kicked in the groin too many times by struggling patients," Pierce laughs tightly securing the leather around Travis' ankle. "I'd like you fully restrained." Pierce stands back to check out his handiwork...Travis laid out for him to do with as he will.
Oh hell! Travis squirms, but with his arms bound, there's not much he can do to get away from the 'doctor's' hands. "Hell! C'mon! I won't kick out, please?" He looks up, pleading with Pierce as his legs pulled at the straps. "Okay...okay, I'll be still, just...careful, okay?" His words say one thing, but the pull of his legs say another and then there is his pounding cock pressed hard against the table.
Pierce picks up his syringe and a phial of harmless saline. He walks around to the front of the table and holds up the antique in full view of Travis. They certainly made them intimidating in those days, and he watches Travis' face turn to one of terror as the needle punctures the cover of the phial and he draws up the liquid. "It would be advisable if you keep very still. We don't want any nasty accidents do we?"
"Aw hell no!" Travis' eyes go wide as he stares at the syringe in front of him, it really does look huge and the fact that the thing is going to be jabbed into his flesh isn't a good thought, however, once again, his cock seems to disagree with him. Damn the fact that the man has played on a very hard kink of Travis' by chaining him down. "Doc, please! Please don't!" Travis knows the liquid wouldn't harm him, Pierce wouldn't do that, but 'patient' has no clue what 'doctor' will do. "What is that? What's in the bottle!"
"Simply a preventative. You need to be immunized against a new strain of flu which is doing the rounds." Pierce theatrically taps the syringe. "I've checked your records, you're not allergic."
"Doctor, no! Please!" Travis tugs against the restraints, trying for any movement at all, but they hold him securely, keeping his body stretched out tight. "I don't get sick," he pleads, looking up pathetically at Pierce.
"No you don't get sick, because you've been immunized." Syringe loaded Pierce makes a scene of drawing it back, and waiting for a drop of fluid to form at the end. All in full view of the 'terrified' Travis.
"You're really gonna stick me? Please! Doc! Wait!" Travis knows he is secure in the binds and that no matter how he struggles the cuffs aren't letting him loose. "You'll be careful, yeah? Right? Not go too..." Travis' train of thought leaves as he watches the drop of liquid trail down the side of the needle.
"Mr. Fimmel, really, I am a qualified medical doctor. I usually leave this to the nurse but I have a special interest in you so..."
"Yeah, I know, I know, but..." his eyes focus on the needle and a sudden light sweat breaks out over his skin as he presses his face down against his shoulder as best he can. Just because he's there, just because this is what he wants, does not mean he wants to see the pain coming.
Pierce goes to his 'surgical table' and grabs a swab from the box. He moves back to Travis, and smooths a hand over his buttocks. "It won't hurt," he reassures. "Well, as much as you think."
At the touch of Pierce's hand, Travis lifts his head and a soft moan inks its way from his throat. "No? Really?" Travis has serious doubts about that from the look of the needle attached to that thing, but eyes can play tricks on a person. Pushing his hips up into Pierce's hand as much as the restraints will allow, he silently begs for more.
Pierce continues to run a soothing hand over Travis' skin. "You know, when I was a child my mother would kiss me better after an injection. Then I got a jelly bean." Pierce allows Travis to relax, and then suddenly with no warning plunges the syringe in deep. He watches the needle pierce the skin with a certain curiosity and fascination.
"Just one jelly bean? Seems a bit of a rip to me." Travis figures with getting poked, someone deserves a whole hell of a lot more than one. The pain in his ass rips him from his own thoughts. "Agheaafuck! FUCK! Take it out, fucking hell, please take it out!" Travis yanks against the bindings, but they hold firm. "PLEASE!"
"I need to inject the serum. Just hold tight." Pierce enjoys watching the boy's struggles. He has him bound so tight he can't move, and he wiggles the needle around a little just to inflict a little more pain.
"No! No, no, please! UNGH! Take it out, please! Oh fuck!" Travis feels the needle shift in his ass and he knows it's the smallest of movements, but it feels like there are blades swirling just under his skin and the cry it rips from his throat echoes against the walls. "Please! Take...it out!" The tears leave shiny little trails in their wake as he struggles against the cuffs. "Doc, please, please stop!"
"For you to be totally protected I need to inject slowly. Hold still, all the serum has to be administered." Pierce's voice is calm and measured. He loves words like 'administered'. It sounds so clinical.
"Only one, please, only one! No more!" The needle in his skin feels like fire and Travis tries with everything to yank free before finally stilling against the restraints. "Please, doc, please just get it over with."
"Nearly done," Pierce reassures depressing the end of the syringe as far as it will go.
Tears stream down the Aussie's face as he falls back against the table, muscles clenching around the needle buried in his ass cheek. "Done...yes, thank you doctor...thank you."
Pierce removes the syringe and rubs a soothing hand over Travis's arse. He lingers way longer than proprietary would allow a real doctor. "There, now you won't catch that nasty disease going around."
A soft whimper escapes him at the removal of the needle and the subsequent touch. "That's all then? No more, right?" Not like Travis can do anything if the man says 'no', he's tied out tight, and as evidenced a moment before, no amount of struggling is going to free him.
Pierce laughs. He continues to massage Travis' arse. "For the moment, although I see your records show you're due for another vaccination in a couple of weeks." His hand slips under Travis' hip surreptitiously near to his cock. "How would you like that Mr. Fimmel?"
"More? Are you sure? That one hurt so bad." Travis' eyes drift closed as he arches his hips upward then turns and looks back to Pierce as best as he can. "Doc..what're you doin? That's...that's my...you checked that last time. Don't need it again."
"Oh sorry Mr. Fimmel, was just trying to soothe your injection site." Pierce draws his hand away; slowly.
Travis moans softly as Pierce's hand slips away from him and for a moment, just a brief second, he nearly pleads the man to touch him again, but right now, the role seems firmly in place. "Thanks, it...I just didn't know, sorry 'bout that." Oh, he's very sorry. He's sorry that his now-throbbing cock is pressing hard into the table.
"So I'll see you next month for your flu shot okay?" Pierce says undoing the restraint straps.
The undoing of the straps causes Travis to still and look up, quietly questioning the man. "Oh, uhm...yeah, I...yes Sir, uhm...doctor." Damn! Travis prides himself on being able to stay in role and the fact that something as small as Pierce releasing him has jerked him from it annoys him at himself.
"We'll restrain again I think. That one is in the arm, not here." Pierce gives a firm slap to Travis' arse, right where he had his 'shot'. He throws him a cheeky grin then smooths the site again with a more caring lingering touch.
Hissing sharply in through his teeth, Travis' hips buck under the assault to the tender flesh as he shakes his head, "I'll sit still, I promise." His eyes close at the feel of the caress and he grinds down slightly, rocking back into the touch. "That helps, thank you."
Pierce breaks from role. "Want more? I think you deserve it. You've been such a good boy for me." He grins. "That and I just love to touch your arse!" he laughs.
That break from role on the other man's part gives Travis the out he needs. "Oh Sir! Please, yes...yes, this boy definitely needs more!" Travis looks toward the cuffs then up to Pierce's eyes, "Please Sir, put them back on."
"And do what?" Pierce asks moving with ease from 'doctor' to 'sir'.
Rarely given the chance to settle into his submissive side and not be under a direct order, Travis lets his need come through. "This boy needs you to strap him down and fuck him, please Sir. Please? He needs to feel you inside him." The whole time Travis speaks, slender hips rock gently against the table.
Pierce can already picture how those hips will look as he moves inside Travis. Until now they have only scened, and there is a lot of pent up sexual tension ready to be let out. However, he will take this slowly and appreciate.
"Turn over, I want to see your face," he orders.
Pushing up, Travis rolls on the table and situates himself on his back, his cock more than thankful for the freedom given it and it's not until that moment he realizes just how hard he is. Travis may be a trained submissive, that doesn't stop him from being nervous sometimes - and now is one of those. "Want to please you, Sir," he purrs out as he looks into Pierce's eyes.
"You already do," Pierce smiles soothing a hand over Travis' hip. He takes Travis' arm back and straps the restraint on again.
"Thank you, Sir." Travis pushes up just barely into the touch to his hip then eyes roll back as he feels Pierce secure the cuff once more. "Nnghh, oh Sir, thank you."
"And the other." Pierce tightens the bond around Travis' wrist. He eyes the willing boy all bound up for him and the heat pools into his cock. "Do you want preparation or can you take me now?"
He watches the other cuff wrap around his wrist and feels his cock grow even harder. "Only a bit if you do, Sir. Would rather feel your cock stretch me out." Travis tugs at the restraints then gives a low purr, "Mmm, yeah, definitely would like to have you stretch me."
"You have been a good boy, you will have what you wish." Pierce is only thankful he won't have to wait much longer to have the boy. He quickly removes his clothes, shrugging off the last remnants of his doctor persona, and retrieves a condom packet from the drawers beside his operating table. The latex adeptly donned, he gets himself up onto the table with Travis, and expertly lifts his legs over his shoulders. "As I said, I want to see you come," he smiles at Travis.
Travis watches Pierce with eyes gone deep blue, lower lip caught in his teeth. "Thank you, Sir...thank you." Only just a little surprised as Pierce joins him up on the table, Travis tries to move toward him only to find the cuffs hold him firm. As his legs are lifted, Travis lets out a gentle moan, nodding to Pierce, "No problem there, Sir. None at all. Just...oh god, want you in me." The Aussie looks up, heated passion in his eyes, "Make me scream for you. Please?"
"All in good time," Pierce smiles and starts the slow push into Travis. The gasp he lets out as he breeches him, and the feeling of him closing around him have Pierce trying to remind himself to slow down and not hurt him too much.
Arms pulling at the restraints, Travis lets out a deep, howling groan as he feels Pierce's cock enter him, his ass stretching open to accommodate the thickness pressing into him. "Nnnah, Sir! Ohh yes! Yeah, ohh hell! More, please more!" He wants to pull Pierce into him, wants to urge the man to go harder, but with his legs as they are, all he can do is plead for more.
Pierce leans forward, easing further into Travis. "You feel so good boy."
The slowness with which Pierce enters him has Travis absolutely on edge and he cries out, pleading with the man to take him - push into him - anything to stop the infernal slow sinking of the man's cock into him. "Sir, please! More! Need more, please."
"As always my willing boy," Pierce smiles giving Travis what he wants and thrusting into him harder with a satisfied grunt. The jingle of the restraint buckles reverberates around the room as he rocks into him.
Pulling hard enough against the restraints that Travis knows there will be bruises on his wrists later, a hard grunted moan leaves him as Pierce pushes in and his ass opens to the invasion. "Nnnahh, Sir! Thank you!" He rocks against Pierce's hips with as much force as his position will allow, wanting anything the man will give him.
Getting the feel for Travis' limits, Pierce knows it is safe to up the ante. He forces into the boy roughly, aiming for that scream the boy requested. A trickle of sweat runs down the boy's face and down the straining muscles of his neck.
God, he wants free - wants to feel Pierce's skin under his fingers - but as much as he wants it, the absolutely perfect feel of the cuffs holding him firm pushes the desire in him that much higher. Travis has no doubt that could he, he'd simply stay bound, letting a master do what they wish with his body. "Nghh! Sir, ohh yes, please!" Grunting, nostrils flaring, Travis' eyes lock on Pierce and as the man's cock pushes hard against his prostate, Travis lets go with a near primal cry.
"You will scream for me boy," Pierce growls, sensing Travis is close. He looks straight into his eyes, draws his hips back, and rams hard into him knowing his angle is just right. The boy's pleading eyes have him repeating his action.
"YESSSSIR!" Travis could no more pull away from the look in Pierce's eyes than he could break the restraints that bind him, and he doesn't wish to do either. He feels the man pull nearly out then drive back into him with a force that actually moves him on the table, cock pressing hard and firm against Travis' prostate. And he screams, body arching upward, hands clawing at the chains of the restraints and his cry rings sharp and clear in the room as the first stream of come leaves his body, landing across his own stomach and chest.
"Good boy," Pierce soothes, staving off his own release until he is sure Travis is done.
Travis' climax ebbs, the hard pleasure giving way to small shudders and he looks up, suddenly realizing that Pierce has yet to come and thinking perhaps he should have drawn on just a bit more of his training in order to hold off to match Pierce's climax. "Thank you, thank you Sir."
"Hold on boy," Pierce gasps, his own release peaking. Not wanting to hurt Travis, he tries to measure his thrusts; angle and images of the boy's sweet face as he had come fuel for his desire.
"Yes Sir! Ohhh yes, Sir!" Travis can feel Pierce holding back and as much as he's loving the man's ease of touch, part of him wants to cry out for more - to plead with the man to let go - and give Pierce everything he has to give.
Pierce recognizes how good a sub Travis is. He has come himself but still recognizes his Sir's need. That in itself is a turn on, and it pushes him over the edge; his orgasm breaking in a series of pounding thrusts.
Clinging to the chains attached to the cuffs, Travis lifts up to meet every single thrust from Pierce's hips and he lets out a pained yelp of pleasure as the man's cock presses hard against the already tender prostate, sending another spurt of come from Travis' spent cock.
Pierce slumps over Travis, exhausted. It is a sweet exhaustion though, and he lies just appreciating the view of Travis' sated expression. It is so fulfilling knowing he is the cause of it.
Travis grins as Pierce sinks down on top of him and it takes him moving to wrap his arms around the man to remember he's still restrained. How odd is it that at work, he can't wait to get the cuffs from around his wrists, and here and now he'd be content to keep them on. "Thank you, Sir," he whispers.
"Thank you too," Pierce smiles moving up his body to kiss him. Many of the boys he scenes with are one offs; just a night here and there, but he gets the sense Travis will be a keeper.
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