[Merlin - SERIOUS NSFW] Patience Little Dragon
Cal was apparently supposed to learn the fine art of restraint and control and most importantly, patience. He'd the night off of work, which was fortunate (and unusual really) when Kieran called him in early that morning since he doubted he was going to get home until the next day. He usually didn't when Kieran called. Shit, sometimes he found himself leaving in completely new clothes because his had either been destroyed (again) or he'd been away too long and hadn't had time to pack an overnight bag.
He'd learned pretty quickly that when Kieran called, Cal was expected to be wherever as close to immediately as possible. He wouldn't be surprised if Kieran started sending a driver to fetch him from wherever he was sometimes just to make sure he got there without distractions.
"No" wasn't allowed to be in his vocabulary when Kieran wanted something from him. Kieran always seemed to want something from him.
That morning, he'd been teased and teased and teased and not allowed to come. And then, he watched Kieran set up a feed from a camera on the dresser to his comm unit before he'd been made to kneel on the cool marble floor. His arms were bound at the wrist behind his back, and again higher up at the biceps, pulling his shoulders back though none of it was enough to cut off circulation. His knees were put shoulder-width apart and then his wrists were bound loosely to his ankles to keep him from getting up and running. Or walking. Or really shifting position. That was when Kieran was put in the strangest cockring he'd ever seen. And if that wasn't enough, his erection somehow made darker and more visible against the black leather, Kieran filled his already well used hole with a plug that had a vibrate command on the same comm unit. And then he'd been blindfolded, had a hard plastic (but thankfully perforated so he could breathe) gag stretched around his head and in his mouth.
There was a hand around his throat, a dire warning to 'be good' along with the declaration that he would be back later and then Kieran was gone.
Cal couldn't just sleep where he was, of course. He needed to be awake so he could remain upright, but it was hard when everything was dark around him and he was forced by the smooth cord to remain still. It was suffering in a different way, and Cal had absolutely no idea how long he'd been there. How long he'd have to stay there until Kieran got back or if Kieran even ever left and was just moving silently around the penthouse torturing him.
And it seemed that Kieran was watching him, because whenever he started to get comfortable, or to somehow transcend what was happening to his body, all the places where he hurt, he'd turn the plug on.
Or he'd shift and then, oh then the ropes would tighten up on themselves. He learned to try not to move much after that, but it wasn't always effective.
Just then, his back was forced into an exaggerated arch with how much he'd squirmed, throat bared as he breathed hard and heavy through the gag, the plug going full blast inside him. He would've cried out louder than he was, would've made more noise, but he was effectively muffled with the pull of his muscles against his ribs and the way his head didn't want to pitch forward.
He needed to do two things. Move and come.
It didn't even occur to him to just burn through what was holding him.