Pain

Chase didnt bother to put his shirt back on as he walked even farther down the same hallway that had taken him to Pogue. He walked down several steps in a circular staircase, then came out on the next floor down, and went in the very first door. He found Reid lying there on a table, chained down and unable to move. Metal bands held his ankles in place, and short chained shackles held down his arms at the wrists and triceps. His disgustings sweaty wife-beater was still on, but that was easily fixable.

Reid was shorter than Chase, but only by an inch or so. Either way, that made him so much better to Chase. Chase liked shorter men usually, of course there were exceptions though. Pogue could be any height and be amazing. He was brought back into reality again by Reid's angry shouts.

"You've got me fuckin handcuffed to a goddamn table, I can't move, and I REALLY want a fuckin beer! Let me get the fuck out of here you fuckin disgusting perv.! You lay your hands on me for even one second and I'll fuckin pound your face into your skull!" Reid was yelling out at him, his muscles tensing and pulling at the chains that bound him.

Chase couldn't help but to just laugh at the scene before him, seeming to drive Reid even farther into his rage-filled insanity. Chase slammed the door behind him, and walked to the center of the room. There was little light, but it was extremely hot in the room. Chase had already started sweating, and Reid was far beyond soaked. Chase circled the table once, stopping next to his face, placing his fists on the edge of the table and leaning over the shorter boy. Chase smiled down at him with that mocking smirk he always had, saying "You seem a little upset there man... Something bothering you?"

Reid growled back up at him, saying "Do NOT fuckin touch me you freak..." His eyes were still flitting about wildly.

Chase scoffed at him, then bent down and whispered "oh really now? I'm not all that disturbing now, am I?" in his ear. He licked it, then bit down on the top of his shoulder, letting his teeth sink into the soft muscles and skin. Reid's eyes shot wide open, his back arching, and a gasp escaped his lips.

Chase backed off, and Reid fell back to the table again, his back relaxing. "What... did you enjoy that?" said Chase, "I could have sworn that you almost looked sad that I stopped..." Reid looked at him, his eyes full of... was it hate..? Or just annoyance..?

"Fuck... that..." he said, turning his head to the other side, looking away from him. He again tried to free himself, but without the ability to use, he was completely powerless.

"heh... Well, I guess I may have been wrong... " said Chase, circling around to the other side of him. "But you know... it's not that hard to find out..." he said, then swooped down and bit the other shoulder. Reid gasped, then stifled a moan, his back arching up again.

"I thought you said you didn't like that?" Chase said with a smirk. "You lied to me!" he said with mock sadness, a fake frown coming onto his face. "That... that's something I don't like..." Chase was starting to get angry. He was empathic, and feeding on the rage coming off of Reid. He was starting to go crazy, feeling the same hate that was running through Reid's veins. It was driving him mad.

Chase bit down on the side of Reid's neck, not quite hard enough to draw blood, even though he knew he wanted to. He would have to control himself, hold back, for a little while anyway. Later he could be more brutal, depending on how well Reid reacted to it. He didn't want to be too brutal... unless he found that Reid wanted him to...

Reid's back was arched again, and he hissed in pain, but he did not try and back away this time. This time, he had arched into the feeling, loving it. Chase raked his nails down Reid's sides, bringing out a quiet gasp from the boy. Chase could tell that he wanted more, and decided that he would give it to him.

Chase dug into the skin of his side, leaving short thin marks, then slid his nails down sideways like a blade. Reid gasped again, moving his arm as far as he could to allow better access. Chase smiled a bit, then bent his neck down to slide his tongue along the red marks that had appeared where his fingernails had been. Reid moaned trying to move over to him, closer. Chase bit down lightly, eliciting a quiet whimper from his prisoner. Reid pulled at the chains that bound him, wanting to escape, but not being able to. Chase swung his leg up and over him, hoisting himself on top of the younger man. Reid's eyes were barely open, just slits, but it was not out of anger or hatred now. No, now it was out of want, out of lust. A few strands of blonde hair fell across one of his eyes, and Chase brushed it away with his hand, then licked at his ear, teasingly. He nipped at it, and then began to work down his neck, leaving small bites as he went.

Chase waved his hand over the boy, and instantly the sweaty old wife-beater was on the floor next to them. Reid looked down at his own chest, almost wanting to cover himself for the first time he could remember. He didn't want to just give in, he wanted to put up a fight, even though it was obvious that he wanted this to keep going. He pulled himself away from Chase, backing off but not very far. There was no where that he really could go. He started to jerk around again, trying to pull himself free of the chains that bound him.

"You know, if you want to be free... all you have to do is say so... I'll let you be loose in the room... You can't leave, but at least you could run around a bit..." Chase said with a smirk, running his hand down Reid's chest. Reid shivered lightly from the touch, trying to decide what he should say. "Come on... you know exactly what you want... you don't want to be held down... well, you do, but not right now... not anymore..." Chase was starting to get impatient, but he reminded himself that he had to keep his cool. He slid his tongue along Reid's collar bone, nipping and sucking on it softly. Reid was starting to breathe heavy, he knew that he wanted to get up, to be able to either get away or be so cruel back to Chase. No one had ever proven to him that he was masochistic, and Chase seemed to know what he was doing.

"What do you really want right now? What is it that you need..." said Chase, quietly. He was trying to provoke the boy now. Anything to get a reaction out of him would do.

"I want..." Reid started. "I want you to get the hell away from me..." Reid's words were his usual fierce style, but there was little behind them, weakening their impact.

"Do you?" Chase said in a low husky voice. He breathed softly into Reid's ear, lingering for just a moment. Then, abruptly, he sat back up. "Well! Ok, if thats what you really want. You are my guest, and I am your host. I should do what you like." He started to bring his leg back over to get up, but Reid made him stop short.

"No wait!" Reid said, without thinking, then was instantly silent. A moment passed where nothing was said before Chase started again.

"Do.. you want.. to.. be.. free..." Chase said slowly, brushing the hair away from Reid's face. Reid looked up into the other man's eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking, but soon gave up.

"...yes..." he said quietly, turning his head away from him as soon as the word had been spoken. Reid was never one to give in, but sometimes he... when he wasn't quite in control of a situation, he found that he could give in rather easily.

With a wave of his hand, Chase took away the chains and metal bands that held Reid down, and now he himself was the only thing keeping the man where he was. Reid lifted his arms up, feeling at his wrists and upper arms where the bands had been. He pulled himself out from under Chase, and climbed off the table, standing up. He looked around quickly, but there was no light in the room, and he still couldn't use. He started to walk quickly away from the table, just trying to get away from Chase. Maybe he could find some way to hide in the darkness...

His thoughts of hiding were fast cut short when he found himself against a cold stone wall. He backed up a step, but then found himself against the warm body that was Chase. Chase pushed him foreward, back up against the wall, and then pressed up against him. "Maybe this is something you want too... now that you're free to move..." said Chase quietly, then started kissing him down the side of his neck and down onto his back. Reid shuddered with delight, and pushed himself back into the furious kisses. Reid turned his head to the side, being pushed up against the wall, looking at his captor. Chase pressed himself up against him again, dragging his nails hard up his back, causing Reid to bring his head back in a low moan.

Before Chase could even realize what was happening, Reid pushed himself back and turned around to face him, then pulled his face closer to his. "Is this what you wanted?" Reid said, then pulled their lips together, quickly sliding his tongue into the other man's mouth. He was starting to try to become the dominant one. They continued to kiss each other intensely, a heightened desire growing quickly in them. Chase broke off the kiss, gave him a quirky smile, and then said "Maybe... but you know, I like my men to submit, not to dominate." He pushed himself up against Reid as much as he could, then bent his head down to his neck, beginning to lick and bite at it. Reid gasped, not expecting what was happening, then put his mouth to Chases neck as well, doing the same.

Now Chase was going wild. He loved to play with necks, and have his played with in return, but having it happen at the same time was rare. It only worked if the other person had a neck that was slightly longer than most, and apparently, Reid's was. There was a growing insanity between the two, and both were quickly coming close to the edge. They wanted each other, needed each other, were going insane with lust. It was almost agonizing, hands were flying everywhere, grabbing, scratching, and scraping. Their skin was growing raw from all the friction and scratches being placed upon it.

Suddenly Chase found himself being pushed backwards, back towards the table, and then before he knew it he was forced down on his back and Reid was on top of him. Reid started licking down his shoulder, then his collar bone, stopping to suck and nip at it for a moment. Chase was quickly becoming covered with little red marks. He started to laugh softly a little bit, then said "Oh now, I don't think so boy..." wrapped his arms around Reid, pulled them flat against each other, then flipped the two of them over.

Now Chase was once again on top of Reid, biting down again on his shoulder, hard. Reid was moaning into his ear now, licking at it. His back was arched up a bit, making it harder for Chase to get to his neck, but he was too wild to really care or even notice. Chase grabbed hold of both sides of the table and pulled himself down, forcing Reid flat again.

"I think you're enjoying this a bit..." said Chase while reaching down to the other man's belt and starting to undo it. Once he got it open, he continued "I think you're liking this quite a lot actually... your body's giving it all away to me..." he said with a smirk. Staying on top of the denim fabric, he slid his hand downward, pressing lightly.

Reid's eyes rolled back into his head, and he pushed his hips up wanting more. Chase smiled evily, dragging his hand back up the man's chest, raking his nails across it. Reid was breathing very heavy, on the brink of insanity. He needed Chase, needed to feel their bodies against each other. He pulled Chase's hips down against his own, grinding them together roughly, and Chase knew what he wanted. He snaked his hand down inside Reid's jeans, and started stroking him gently.

Reid was lost in the feeling. He kept his eyes closes, and his back arched back and forth. His head rolled from side to side. He looked up for a moment, to watch what Chase was doing, but almost immediately his head fell back down to the table. Just the sight of it pushed him even further. He was getting so close, he wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words into his mouth. He writhed around under Chase, making it harder for him to work.

"Now now boy, must stay still..." said Chase, the chains reappearing around his arms, wrists, and ankles. Reid whimpered, being held down just made it all so much worse. He wanted so badly to be able to move, but didn't really want to go anywhere, so he just continued to try and free himself weakly.

Suddenly his breath quickened, his heart rate increased. He was almost there, almost over the edge; the steady pumping growing slowly faster. He started to moan and groan, over and over, wanting so badly to go. It was only seconds away, just a few more strokes and he would be there...

But suddenly, Chase stopped, took his hand back, and sat back up. A cruel, evil smile crawled onto Chase's face. "Well! This has been fun... hasn't it." He swung his leg back over, getting down off the table, leaving Reid there in a state of shock. "Unfortunately now though, I have to get going." he said, looking at his watch. "It's getting late." He smiled evily at Reid, who looked back at him, whimpering, now realizing that he was going to be left like this.

Chase turned around, heading for the door. "Maybe we can pick this up again later. I will probably be able to find time to work you into my schedule, if you want me to that is." Chase looked back over his shoulder to see Reid staring back at him, nodding furiously, unable to speak. "Alright then. Ta-ta..." he said, closing the door behind him, leaving Reid to try and sort out his thuroughly confused thoughts on his own.