Numb
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: EDM
Ships: Skrillmau5
Warnings: consensual but not safe or sane, drug abuse, permanent denial
Sonny squirms with anticipation as Joel snaps the gloves on.
What he’s got in his hands is nothing short of medical magic; a simple numbing gel with long-lasting and potent effects. Used at a proper dosage, it can help lessen chronic pain. Used irresponsibly, it can completely and totally disable nerve endings for months or years; studies suggest that negative effects could even be lifelong, but the miracle drug hasn’t been around long enough to know for certain. In most countries, including the United States and Canada, it is a tightly controlled substance, available only in limited quantities to those with a prescription.
But Joel has never played by the rules. He certainly doesn’t have a prescription. Sonny doesn’t want to know how much he paid for it on the black market to fulfill their twisted fantasy.
Sonny’s chastity cage lays discarded on the bedside table. His cock stands at attention, albeit nervously so. Joel, now properly protected, pumps the gel into his hand; much, much more than the recommended dosage. Sonny’s cock twitches, excited by its own undoing. It’s about half an inch shorter than it was when he first met Joel; the length isn’t particularly missed, but it’s certainly emblematic of his fetish for complete denial, a symptom of wearing a cock cage almost every day.
The gel is cold against Sonny’s cock upon first contact. It’s impossible not to notice, to feel the chill that washes over his length as Joel begins to stroke. It’s almost pleasant, if not foreboding. Sonny bites his lip and throws his head back. Fuck, this is really happening.
“Bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” Joel taunts, and Sonny nods in confirmation. Joel smirks. “Better enjoy it while it lasts, then. Let’s see if you cum one last time before it kicks in.”
An almost pathetic whimper escapes Sonny. It’s possible; he’s been locked in chastity for a long time, unable to feel any pleasure at all. His dick is, for now, so sensitive to every little touch it’s almost overwhelming. But that’s when he starts to feel it; a soft tingle, an almost fuzzy sensation baring itself to him. Sonny moans.
“It’s starting to, so you’d better- better hurry, fuck.”
Joel chuckles, low in his throat and forboding, even as he picks the pace up a little. He pumps a little more of the gel out, directly onto the tip of Sonny’s cock. As he strokes, the gel mixes with pre-cum, and the numb tingling spreads inside his urethra, ever so slightly. Joel’s thumb digs into the tip of his cock as he spreads it, and Sonny’s hips buck involuntarily in response to the stimulation. Fuck, it feels so good, but as the motion continues, it gives way to pins-and-needles. It hurts, actually, and Sonny can feel his nerves fighting to survive. But it’s hopeless, he knows it as well as Joel does. Tears well up in Sonny’s eyes as he desperately fucks into Joel’s hand. He needs it, he needs to cum, this feels so good and so bad and please, please.
Sonny doesn’t even notice, really, the gasping and shuddering sounds he makes when Joel tightens his grip a little, lets Sonny fuck his hand. Sonny whines openly when he realizes, somewhere in his lustful haze, that the pins and needles are beginning to fade. He bucks harder, his movements erratic and crazed- and ever more fruitless with each thrust. Sonny’s heart sinks when the last vestige of sensation fades away, and suddenly, he can’t feel anything. His cock is completely, totally, numb. He keeps trying, and failing, to stimulate himself, until he gives up entirely. Sonny falls back against the headboard and hiccups out a frustrated sob as Joel rubs his now-useless appendage, a cheshire grin spread across his face.