“I think I’ve left enough marks,” Wesker said, running a gloved
hand over Leon’s thighs. “This pain…is probably dull to you by now.
Leon said nothing. His face turned away from Wesker and
instead, he looked at the mirrored wall that displayed the shameful state in
which he was bound. His body curled forward, with his ass thrust upwards.
His wrists were bound to the ankles that had been spread at an awkward
angle.
“Something new,” Wesker said. “It might be interesting.”
A pat at his bared ass and Wesker stood, the weight of the bed
shifted. Sturdy footsteps led to the cabinet where a phonograph was
stashed. Buttons were pressed and crackles of the vinyl record played.
Chopin.
The music was loud enough to fill the room, and fill the
silence. Leon watched Wesker return to the desk where the linen covered
silver platter was left. The white napkin was snatched off and discarded,
but Leon couldn’t see. He did see Wesker pick up a paring knife that had
been laid on the platter.
He squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered, when the first waft of
the spicy aroma came to him. It was familiar but he could not place it in
that instant. The scent grew heavier and heavier, until he realized what it
was.
Leon turned his head toward Wesker – his
eyes wide.
“No…”
The word was barely heard through the tempo
of the music. Wesker heard and only replied with a smile. His gloved hands
was slick with the juice that continued to seep from the skinned fingers of
the ginger root. The extended fingers of the root were sliced off.
“This could be a mind blowing experience,
Leon,” Wesker said. The peeled, naked ginger and the knife was placed on
the tray and carried over. The strong scent of the spice made Leon recoil.
He pulled at the silk ties that bounded his wrists and ankles. It made
Wesker laugh.
“No need to be scared,” Wesker said, “No
permanent damage if you do as you are told.”
The tray was left between the spread
ankles. A damp finger touched the tip of Leon’s cock first and it made him
wince. Then his body bucked, when the leather glove wrapped around the soft
length of Leon’s cock.
“This shouldn’t hurt,” Wesker said. “Just
a little warm.”
“S…stop…”
A few tugs and the cock was released. Leon
cursed, when the cheeks of his ass was spread wider.
“What did I say about the language?” Wesker
said, a finger slipped between the crevice and Leon’s body went rigid.
A finger circled the puckered hole and Leon
screamed. The rim turning from a shade of pink to red.
“Wes – “
“You may scream, but don’t speak,” Wesker
said, pressing the finger through slowly, carefully. “Or I may leave the
root in overnight.”
One finger through. Then another. The slow
burn and the curled fingers inside made his vision blur with tears. Leon
bit into the fabric of the sheet, tears streamed down steadily.
“You are doing well,” Wesker said, his
voice uncharacteristically gentle. “Don’t clench.”
The two fingers inside spread the rim
open. He was shaking, anticipating the cold heat that was coming. And it
came, making him scream although he had braced himself for it.
The wet root pressed into him steadily, the
liquid heat poured into him – filling him so fully that he felt his insides
being hollowed out and replaced with pain. The pain of being burned alive.
His legs were shaking and his wrists pulled
at the bonds mindlessly. Anything to escape the pain. He might have
started to scream for forgiveness, offering anything and everything for
Wesker to pull the bleeding ginger out of him.
“It’s not pain,” Wesker said, sawing the
skinned root in and out of Leon’s reddened hole. “Try to feel what
it really is.”
The burn only became worse, as more of the
ginger’s fluid coated the nerve-lined anal tract. The sharp spice
penetrated deep. So deep that Leon swore he could taste it in his mouth.
The tears wouldn’t stop flowing.
A strap secured the root in. The heat had
lessened, only slightly. Leon could barely hold his head up as Wesker’s
fingers raked through his hair and seized a handful of it. His head was
yanked up and Wesker’s undone pants and the jutting erection was at his eye
level. Leon did not resist, as the cock was pushed through his lips and
into his mouth.
His tongue felt swollen and without ability
to taste, when the length of the shaft passed over it and struck the back of
his throat. His face felt cool with his drying tears, although few droplets
would still roll out from the corner of his eyes.
The blaze that had razed his body was
calming. Perhaps numbed from the over stimulation. Leon had a gradual
awareness of the cock being pushed and pulled from his mouth. It could have
been a learned routine that made his tongue move to caress the shaft in his
mouth. Licking and sucking, grazing his teeth over it just slightly. Then
the shudder of the veins that was pressed against his tongue came, filling
his mouth with Wesker’s release. A more thorough sucking milked the last
drops and Wesker stepped back and away.
“Good boy,” Wesker said.
After tucking himself back in, Wesker undid
the strap and slid the root out. In that instant, Leon’s body felt like it
wanted to collapse forward.
“We’ll do more next time,” Wesker said,
circling a finger around the dilated hole. “This is just a taste of what
this feels like.”
Wesker cut the bonds loose with the paring
knife and Leon sprawled forward, all energy leaving his body.
“Rest while you can,” Wesker said, removing
the damp gloves and throwing them on the silver platter. “We’ll play later
tonight.”
