Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall, Part 12: Taking it to a New Level
Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (12/?)
Chapter List
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/characters: Charlie Eppes/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Charlie has very particular needs - and unexpectedly finds someone who meets them. He has no idea that the other man has dark motives of his own.
[ Direct sequel to Holes]
Part 12: Taking it to a New Level
Charlie hopes that José can give him what he needs, what the numbers need.
Word Count: 1611
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex, BDSM
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 12: Taking it to a New Level -
Brown climbed off Charlie and unlocked his ankles and wrists. Charlie stiffly pulled his extremities in then turned over. With his hand, he wiped the vomit and cum from his eyes but left the rest. He lay on his stomach and spread his arms and legs back out, but Brown didn't immediately lock him back in. Charlie turned his head to watch as Brown examined the various straps and contraptions hanging on the walls. He found some things and brought them back to the bed.
He tossed the straps onto the bed and looked at Charlie, frowning. Charlie mutely looked back, hoping that Brown wouldn't fail him now. Brown went to the cabinet on the far wall and opened a few drawers before he found what he was looking for. He tossed the thing onto the bed next to Charlie.
"Put it on," he commanded.
Charlie picked it up and puzzled out that it was a leather cock and ball restraint. As he struggled to put it on - the things were designed to go on soft cocks and his definitely was not - Charlie hoped that this wasn't a bad sign. It was the first time that Brown had shown any interest in whether Charlie came or not. Brown didn't explain, however, and Charlie snapped the thing into place. He lay back onto his stomach.
"Hands above your head."
Charlie put his hands above his head and Brown closed a pair of leather cuffs around his wrists. Brown attached the cuffs to a chain linked to a hook on the wall. He tightened it so that Charlie's arms were pulled tight above his head. It also made it so Charlie couldn't turn his head very much. He closed his eyes and waited for Brown's next move.
He felt Brown's hands and Charlie's legs were roughly pushed up and bent at the knees. A cuff went around each thigh, attached in front to a chain that ran up Charlie's sides and connected to the same chain that held his wrists. It forced his body to bend and put his ass high up in the air. The tension on the chains was now pulling Charlie forward.
Brown quickly took care of that. A second chain was attached to thigh cuffs, threaded through a pair of ankle cuffs and fixed to hooks on each corner of the foot of the bed. Brown put a hand on Charlie's side and shoved. Charlie shifted a little. Charlie felt the straps tighten, pulling his legs even farther apart, then Brown shoved him again. This time he didn't move.
"Good."
Charlie listened as Brown moved around the room again. His body was already aching from his awkward position, but he didn't even try to adjust it. He heard a quick buzzing sound, then the unmistakable sound of lube being squeezed out of the bottle.
Charlie was surprised that Brown was going to be able to fuck him again so soon, but he was glad. The numbers had almost faded from view. Charlie squeezed his hands into fists, willing the numbers to return, but he knew that it was hopeless. This kind of breakthrough couldn't be willed.
It had to be forced.
Cool lube at his asshole and something hard and metallic was slowly pushed inside. It was large and long and Charlie struggled to adjust around it without any sort of preparation.
Then a switch flipped and electricity shot through his ass. He grunted in surprise.
"I'm going to take a minute to recover," Brown said with a dark laugh. "I want you ready."
Charlie nodded minutely. That made sense. As long as Brown was still only concerned for his own pleasure, it was all good. Even the cock restraint made sense, when he remembered that many men enjoyed being in a man's ass when he came. When Brown had fucked him before, Charlie had always waited for Brown to come before he did, so this would be Brown's opportunity to force Charlie to come on his schedule. Very logical.
His ass began to relax and soon wave after wave of stimulation swept over his body. He trembled with fatigue and arousal, and the numbers began to return.
The buzz suddenly switched off.
"What did you say?" Brown snapped.
"N-nothing," Charlie stammered.
Brown waited a second then switched it back on again. The waves pulsed over Charlie's body, his shoulders ached and his wrists twinged.
The buzz turned off again.
"What?" Charlie said thickly.
"What are those numbers?" Brown demanded.
"What numbers?"
"You're saying numbers."
"I am?" Charlie mumbled. "Sorry. Happens sometimes. I'll try to stop."
The buzz turned back on and soon Charlie's focus returned to the pleasure/pain in his body, as Brown prepared him for his use. He briefly tuned into himself and heard that he was indeed muttering equations. He bit his lip but his attention went to his screaming cock and his lip slipped from between his teeth.
A slap on his ass and he flinched. Both movements jostled the dildo in his ass. Another slap then another.
"Shut up," Brown growled.
Charlie pushed his face into the bed and tried to stop his mouth from moving. Brown continued to smack his ass.
Then he stopped and Charlie took a deep breath. The buzz and the pulsing in his body continued for a long moment, and the numbers tumbled out of his mouth.
A loud crack. Lancing pain across his back. He cried out. The pain shot over him again and again. It must be some sort of whip or flail. It was sharp and he felt it biting into his skin. Tears ran down his face. He trembled under the onslaught - but the numbers kept coming.
"Shut up!" Brown snarled.
The whip came down over and over, the pain and the repetition swirling into his equations. The thing in his ass still buzzed and pulsed, sending conflicting waves of sensation though him.
The whipping suddenly stopped and Charlie sucked in a shuddering breath. He felt the bed dip, heard the sound of a handle being grasped above him and knew that Brown was now standing over him.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Brown yelled.
Charlie tried, but the numbers had control of him now.
A sharp familiar smell and Charlie felt hot liquid hit his back. He whimpered as Brown's piss burned into all the welts and cuts on his back. He still couldn't shut up. He knew he was bothering Brown, and hindering Brown from taking his pleasure from Charlie's body. It was reasonable that Brown was doing whatever he could to make Charlie shut up, but the equations only grew louder and stranger and more demanding.
Abruptly, the thing was yanked out of his ass. He heard it thrown to the floor, still buzzing. Fingers dug into his ass then Brown's cock drove into his asshole with one thrust. Charlie cried out, but even that came out as numbers. Brown began hammering into him, and Charlie felt the hard bite of metal on each deep thrust. Charlie realized that Brown must have put on a cock ring and he was glad.
Brown pounded into him for hours, or at least that's what it felt like as Charlie shuddered in the blissful space of sensation and numbers. Pain shot through his shoulders, raced down his stretched-out torso, pooled in his strained knees. His abused back throbbed and his ass was on fire as Brown fucked him harder than anyone had ever done before. Brown's fingers dug bruises into his hips and Charlie felt the jarring of pelvis meeting pelvis. He was able to fully feel his body's pain, listen to his cock as it screamed its demands, while equations danced behind his eyes. Brown was wringing every ounce of pleasure for himself out of Charlie, leaving Charlie empty and full and spinning.
Too soon, Charlie felt Brown slow and his hands fumbled off Charlie's cock restraint. He returned to slamming into his ass. Charlie trembled, willing his cock to perform, wanting to give Brown that last microgram.
The orgasm built in his newly-freed balls, growing arithmetically then exponentially then beyond numbers until it tore up and out of his cock. He shouted something and the numbers gathered together, poised, waiting for completion.
Brown pounded wildly into him and the numbers rose up, taking the patternless pattern of Brown's thrusts and forming, forming…
Brown screamed and exploded inside him and the numbers apexed, merged, became…
It was beautiful, so beautiful.
Brown rode him as he slowly tumbled through eternity. He was sobbing at the joy of it.
Finally, infinity ended and he drifted back to earth. He could still see the numbers though, seared on the landscape of his brain. He settled back into his groaning body, happy beyond words.
He distantly felt Brown untying and unstrapping him. Freed of restraints, his body collapsed downwards, and he lay on his belly, breathing heavily.
"Hey, hey," Brown said, slapping his battered back.
"Mmm?" Charlie asked vaguely.
"Are you okay? Shit, I thought you'd died on me."
"No…" Charlie turned his head towards Brown and pried open his tear-caked eyes. He smiled at Brown's blurry face. "We did it, you did it."
"What?"
"I know how to find the little boy."
"The what?"
"I need paper, and a pencil."
Brown frowned down at him.
"Now!" Charlie snapped.
Brown backed out of sight and before long, returned with a pen and the blank back page of the club's brochure. Charlie levered himself up on his aching elbows, and began to write.
He didn't even notice when Brown left.