Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall, Part 13: Breaking Through
Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (13/?)
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 13: Breaking Through
José becomes enraged when he can't break Charlie.
Word Count: 2492
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex, BDSM
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 13: Breaking Through -
José climbed off the bed and unlocked Eppes. He watched as Eppes slowly turned over to his stomach. Eppes did wipe his eyes off, but left most of the cum and vomit there. José was looking forward to depositing more cum on that body. Eppes returned to the spread-eagled position and José realized that Eppes was waiting for José to take the next step. What was he going to do?
To cover his complete lack of a plan, José walked over to study the various straps and parts hanging from the walls. He let his mind relax and toy with the implications of this strap and that one until he formed an image of what he wanted Eppes to look like on the bed. His recently spent cock immediately woke up again.
He chose some wrist cuffs, some ankle cuffs and a pair of wide thigh cuffs with loops on both sides. He went back to the bed and set the straps down. Eppes was watching him silently. José debated what would make Eppes most regret asking for more. Not being able to come would be good. Going over to the wall cabinets, José searched until he found a drawer labeled 'male orgasm restraints.' He got out one set of rings and leather loops and hoped that Eppes knew how to put it on. He saw another drawer that said, 'cock rings,' and mentally marked that for later.
He tossed the cock restraint onto the bed and watched as Eppes struggled to get it on. It was clear that it wasn't designed to go on an erect cock and Eppes' was ramrod stiff. It looked like José remembered that just in time.
When Eppes lay down again on the bed on his stomach, José went around to the head of the bed.
"Hands above your head."
Eppes did as he was told and José closed the leather cuffs around his wrists. The cuffs had a loop that José hooked a chain to, then threaded that chain to a small winch on the wall. He tightened the chain until Eppes' arms were tight in a point above his head like he was ready to dive.
It had the nice side benefit of blocking Eppes from turning his head to look at José. He preferred when Eppes couldn't look at him. His eyes were never reproachful or even calculating, and they unsettled him. With those eyes blocked, José could focus on getting exactly what he wanted from Eppes.
José wrapped one of the larger leather cuffs around Eppes' surprisingly firm thigh muscle. He pushed at Eppes' foot, forcing him to bend his knee under his thigh. José pulled another chain from the wall, from the same winch that had Eppes' wrist chains, and attached that to his thigh cuff. He quickly did the same for the other thigh. He could tell Eppes was trying to stay in position, but he was being pulled forward.
Moving steadily, José snapped two ankle cuffs on, then ran a chain from the bottom right corner of the bed, through the right ankle cuff loop, to the right thigh cuff. He tightened the chain, holding that leg in place. A matching chain for the other side, and Eppes was locked into place.
José pushed at Eppes' side, testing the position. He rocked a little. José tightened the bottom set of chains, pushed again, and Eppes stayed rock steady.
"Good," José said and stood back to survey his handiwork.
It really was mouth-watering. Eppes was strapped down, completely helpless, with his ass ready for José's use. José's cock was quickly coming around for round two. Now he just needed to keep Eppes aching and on the edge until he was ready for him.
As José explored the drawers of the cabinets for ideas, it occurred to him that usually BDSM people were supposed to have safe words or something like that. He looked over at Eppes, who was silently waiting for José to return, and wished that Eppes would have asked for a safe word. He would have enjoyed telling him he didn't get one. Then again, Eppes didn't seem to want one. The only times he ever objected to what José was doing was when José wasn't doing it hard enough.
José found what he was looking for in a drawer labeled 'estim (vaginal/anal).' He pulled out a sleek silver shape, about 5 inches long and shaped like a torpedo. He flipped a switch on the cord and felt a vibration and a tingle of electrical energy through his hand. He grinned and turned it back off. He went back to the 'cock ring' drawer and found a ring to strap around the base of his already hard cock. He wanted this to last as long as possible. An industrial-sized bottle of lube was in position of prominence on a shelf and José squirted some onto the estim dildo.
He went back to Eppes and stood at the foot of the bed. For a moment, he just looked with anticipation at Eppes' tight asshole. Soon, it would look very different. He pressed the dildo against that hole. Eppes shivered but didn't pull away. José smothered a chuckle. Eppes couldn't pull away, and unless he actually spoke up, José was going to be able to do whatever he wanted to that waiting ass.
José slowly pushed the dildo inside. Eppes accepted it without comment, though José thought that there might have been a few gasps. José pushed it all the way in until a wide flange at the base stopped it. Then he flipped the switch.
Eppes gave a grunt of surprise, followed by a long whimper. José could see tremors running through Eppes, shivers on his skin hinting at larger shudders deep inside.
José laughed in delight. He'd let Eppes enjoy that for a while. He hoped Eppes' imprisoned cock was on fire.
"I'm going to take a minute to recover," he lied cheerfully. "I want you ready."
Eppes didn't comment, not that José thought he would, and José stroked his cock and watched Eppes twitch.
Eppes murmured something.
Frowning, José turned off the estim. "What did you say?"
"N-nothing," Eppes stammered, his voice muffled by his arms.
José looked at him for a moment. If Eppes asked him to stop, he would stop…probably. He turned the estim back on. He went to stand next to Eppes' head.
After just a few seconds, Eppes began again. José could hear, "C to the n plus 1 equals the sigma of 4.42 to the power of …"
José stared. Math? Eppes was mocking him?
He turned off the estim again.
"What?" Eppes complained.
"What are those numbers?" José demanded.
"What numbers?"
José ground his teeth. Definitely mocking him. "You were saying numbers."
"I am?" Eppes said coolly. "Sorry. Happens sometimes. I'll try to stop."
José turned the estim on again. Eppes was quiet for a full minute then the math started again, "Absolute value of s minus sum 1 equals…"
Rage flooded through him. Eppes had figured out who José was, at least that he was from one of the agencies who used Eppes as a consultant, and Eppes was taunting him with the garbage that he usually saved for his performances at the white board.
José's rage hardened. Eppes was forgetting where he was. He wasn't in charge here, wasn't on a stage, and wasn't surrounded by adoring fans. He was chained down to a bed and at the mercy of someone who was definitely not a fan.
José came around to the end of the bed, where Eppes' ass was raised and vulnerable. The estim dildo pulsed and buzzed in his asshole. José smacked his ass.
Eppes flinched but still kept saying math. "…one to n, of f of t i times delta i, is less than epsilon…"
José slapped him again, jarring the dildo. "Shut up," he growled.
Eppes' voice became more muffled, but still the mocking words came. "Integral from zero to infinity of dx by x plus one times…"
José smacked him again and again, his ass turning pink then red but it obviously wasn't enough to distract Eppes. Frustrated, José looked around the room. He stalked over to a wall that contained various whips of all types, shapes and intensities. His eyes landed on a particular one and he gave a low laugh. It was a cat-o-nine-tails, like the ones next to it, but this one had small metal beads at the end of each strip of leather. He took it off the wall and gave it an experimental flick.
He looked at Eppes, but Eppes still had his head buried between his arms.
José strode back to the foot of the bed. With one foot, he pulled a small platform over to the bed. Standing on the platform, he was at the perfect height. This room really did have everything.
José raised his arm and brought the cat-o-nine-tails down on Eppes' bare back.
Eppes cried out, the math vanishing. José grinned in triumph, but only for a moment, because Eppes started up again. José snarled and swung again. This time Eppes only whimpered through his numbers. José swung again and again, the beaded whip cutting into Eppes' skin. Eppes was shaking, sobbing, but he continued to taunt José with those numbers.
"Shut up," José snarled, shaking himself with the effort of bringing the whip down. Blood was welling up from a hundred tiny slashes. The estim was still buzzing away in Eppes' ass. The sensations had to be intense. But not intense enough to get him to stop talking.
José threw the whip aside in fury. He stepped onto the bed, standing between Eppes' spread knees. He grabbed onto the handle hanging down from the ceiling.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" José screamed. God, why would he not shut up?
José's vision was a red haze. The red welts and cuts on Eppes' back teased him with their impotence. Running on pure unthinking hate, José took his hard cock in one hand and somehow piss was arching out of his cock, splattering on Eppes' battered back.
Eppes moaned and whimpered and the math poured out, wilder and stronger.
José stared down at him, shaking in anger and disbelief, and knew that there was only one thing left to do.
José reached down and yanked the estim out of Eppes' ass. Throwing it away, he kneeled down between Eppes' spread legs. He lined up his hard cock and slammed it into Eppes' wet, stretched asshole.
Eppes cried out, "Square root of x!"
José clenched his teeth and began to slam into him. Eppes was speaking loudly now, in big gasping bursts. "…is equal to the limit… integral from s to one… of dx by x plus… one times square root of x…"
Digging his fingers deep into Eppes' hips, José drove into Eppes with all the strength he had. The cock ring bit into his skin as it banged against Eppes. Eppes' chains shifted and squeaked from the strain of keeping Eppes in place.
José fucked Eppes harder than he could ever imagine fucking anyone. Time faded and all that was left was Eppes' body under his hands and tight around his cock, and Eppes' voice ringing in his ears.
Thrusts, endless thrusts.
"…as s tends to zero plus the limit of…"
José's orgasm was rising with the math, twining through his body with that endless voice. He started seeing spots in front of his eyes.
"…integral from one to t of dx by…"
He yanked his cock out of Eppes and wrestled off his cock ring. Reaching under Eppes, he unsnapped Eppes' cock restraint.
"…x plus one times square root of x as t tends to infinity…"
He shoved back in and returned to his hard, deep thrusts. Eppes was shaking so hard that his numbers sounded like they were coming through rattling teeth. His voice ramped up, louder and higher.
Then Eppes was coming, screaming about delta and infinity, and his ass was tightening around José and it was painfully exquisite and something broke inside José.
He let loose and hammered wildly, the orgasm of his life tearing out of him. He pumped his cum deep into Eppes. He screamed and exploded and screamed and exploded and…
He rode Eppes through the fire, far through the fire, and out the other side into infinity.
When he finally stopped, his body was aching, his lungs burning from lack of air, his fingers cramping from their grip on Eppes' hips.
Eppes was sobbing.
José peeled his fingers off of Eppes, pulled his softening cock out of him, and slumped down. He grabbed hold of Eppes' leg to avoid falling backwards.
Eppes continued to sob. The math was gone now. José didn't feel triumphant, he was too drained to feel anything yet. For a moment, he watched cum streaked with blood dripping out of Eppes' red asshole.
Finally, José set to unlocking and unstrapping Eppes. When the last cuff was released, Eppes simply sank down to the bed. He wasn't sobbing any more. José wasn't even sure if he was breathing.
A frisson of alarm made its way through the exhaustion. "Hey, hey." He slapped Eppes' blood-spattered back.
"Mmm?" Eppes said, sounding dreamy.
"Are you okay?" José demanded. "Shit, I thought you'd died on me."
"No…" Eppes turned his head to look at José. His eyes were red and puffy, his face stained with tears and cum and vomit, but he was… smiling. His voice was raw but peaceful. "We did it, you did it."
José stared blankly at him. "What?"
"I know how to find the little boy."
"The what?"
"I need paper, and a pencil."
José stared at him, baffled.
"Now!"
The urgency in Eppes' voice compelled José to look around and find the club brochure. He also located a pen on one of the shelves. He brought those back to Eppes and stared, disbelieving, as Eppes began to fill the page up with equations.
He was mocking José still, mocking him…
No.
Realization came thudding into him, like a jarring echo of his orgasm.
Eppes was doing math.
He was doing math like he had always done.
He was doing math that he always said he had done.
He was exactly what he'd always claimed.
There never had been intelligence gathering, criminal contacts, duplicity. There had been no long con game, no hidden payments, no obscure stratagem. He was just a man who was mind-bogglingly brilliant and extraordinarily good at doing math to help the NSA.
José had had it all wrong.
And José had just done unspeakable things to him.
José backed up slowly, watching Eppes continue to write furiously. Eppes had said, 'We did it, you did it.'
What he had done, what he had done… José wiped himself off, pulled on his clothes…
And fled.