Keep in mind as you read that things are not always as they seem. Also, I made up the thing about the new handcuffs.
JD sighed as he listened to the meeting go on and on and on. Every six months, like clockwork, they were required to sit through these procedural meetings. At least this time it was interesting. Chris held up the new handcuffs that were being put into use. Speed Cuffs were supposedly harder to pick than the standard issue handcuffs and they were going to learn how to use them. The team leader held up the innocent looking metal bracelets and pointed out the changes.“First of all, you’ll notice that the placement of the keyhole is different. By putting it on the top side, it makes it more difficult to pick. These also have a spring loaded hinge pin. You know in the movies, how it always looks like the cops are slamming the cuffs against the bad guys’ wrists? With these, you can actually do that,” Chris said as he demonstrated by striking the cuffs against a rubber-coated nightstick he held. The cuffs spun neatly through and locked. The blond smiled at the awed sound Buck made. “They automatically come back around. You have to hold them just right so that they don’t pinch your hands but the higher-ups hope this will cut down on cuffing accidents. You don’t have to actually strike them against the perps wrist, you can give them a squeeze and get the same affect. JD, why don’t you stand up here and let Buck practice once or twice and then we’ll take turns.”
The young computer whiz got up and peeled off his windbreaker as his roommate took the new cuffs in his hand. He looked up at Buck and waited for him to say something. Wiggling his eyebrows evilly, the older man smiled.
“Assume the position,” he said, tossing his head toward the wall.
A smidge of uneasiness caught JD as he turned and faced the empty wall. Buck nudged him and he put his hands on the wall, keeping balanced on the balls of his feet. Suddenly, Buck swept one of his feet out and placed his hand in between JD’s shoulder blades, pushing him chest-first into the wall.
“What the …?” JD said as Buck grabbed his right hand and brought it down and behind his back. At the same time, Buck placed one foot between JD’s and nudged his hip against JD’s ass. The young agent felt the handcuff touch his wrist and heard the ratcheting sound as the metal spun around and locked. Smoothly, allowing no time for him to resist, Buck grabbed JD’s left hand and brought it behind his back. The second cuff locked and JD experimentally twisted his wrists, he was securely bound. Thinking the demonstration was over, JD tried to regain his balance and tried to bring his feet closer together.
“Oh no you don’t,” Buck said as he leaned into the smaller man. JD tried to turn his shoulders, to gain some leverage. He felt his roommate reach around and remove his gun and holster from his belt. As he increased his struggles, he protested.
“What are you doing, Buck? This isn’t funny! Take ‘em off!” JD’s voice was laced with a hint of hysteria. He raised one foot, intending to push off from the wall but Buck nudged his thigh with a hard knee, ending that plan.
“Just take it easy, JD. I’ve got you,” Buck breathed, quite close to JD’s ear. “Just relax.”
Buck pulled JD away from the wall and led him over to the conference table. When they reached the table, Buck turned JD around and made him sit on the end. Puzzled, JD looked up at his friend. Next, he was outraged as Buck began to unbutton the Oxford he was wearing.
“Buck? What are you doing?” JD asked, sneaking a look at the others on the team. They seemed perfectly at ease, watching from their seats as if nothing was wrong.
“Just relax, JD. You’re gonna be fine,” Buck assured him as he ran his palms over the soft cotton undershirt. Buck glanced at Josiah and Nathan and they got up and moved to stand on either side of the end of the table.
“It’s okay, JD. We’re going to take care of you,” Josiah said as he knelt and removed one of JD’s shoes. Nathan also knelt and removed the other shoe.
“Buck?” JD asked, now becoming more than a little uneasy.
“Shh, just breathe and relax,” Buck cooed as he pushed the button down shirt off of his shoulders and down his still shackled arms. Suddenly, Vin and Ezra moved around the table and reached out to touch him. Ezra picked up the key to the cuffs and unlocked one, pulling the shirt off before surrendering the key to Vin who did the same on the other side. Before JD could move, Buck peeled the undershirt off and tossed it into a nearby chair. As his hands came back down, Vin and Ezra caught his wrists and began to pull him back so that he was laying on the table.
“Guys? This isn’t funny,” JD protested.
“Jus’ relax, JD. We’re gonna take good care of ya,” Vin soothed as he straightened JD’s arm and stroked his wrist lightly. Ezra drew his other arm up and was also gently rubbing the slight indentation left by the handcuff.
“Chris?” JD called, lifting his head and looking around in near complete panic.
“Take it easy, kid. We’re gonna take care of you,” the team leader assured him.
Buck’s hands reached for his belt and JD began to struggle in earnest. He thrashed, raising one shoulder and pulling up his leg, trying to gain any leverage he could against his teammates. A scream of terror filled the room and then Chris leaned over him, smiling kindly. The blond brushed the hair from JD’s forehead and cupped his cheek. When JD opened his mouth to tell the team leader that he didn’t want to play their weird little game, Chris pushed a gag into his mouth and secured it behind his neck.
“Shh, just lay still, JD. We’re going to take care of you,” Chris assured him.
Moments later, Buck had undone his belt and pants and he and Nathan were dragging them, together with his underwear, down his legs. Sensing that this might be his last opportunity to gain his freedom, JD lashed out with his foot, connecting solidly with Nathan’s shoulder and sending him crashing into the wall. Unfortunately, Josiah was right there and helped Buck to restrain the kicking limb until Nathan returned. The two older men took hold of his legs and bent them at the knee, pulling them apart as they guided them toward his ribs.
“No! Don’t!” JD’s mind screamed. Only muted sounds passed the gag.
“It’s okay, son. We’re going to take good care of you,” Josiah said calmly. Vin reached out to card his fingers through the long, dark tresses as Ezra caressed JD’s chin and cheek. Buck took hold of JD’s hips and pulled him forward until his ass cheeks hung off of the table’s edge.
“Shh, we’re going to make you feel better real soon,” Chris said as he rested his hand on JD’s chest and lovingly stroked the few dark hairs that adorned the young man’s chest.
Out of the corner of his eye, JD watched as Nathan poured something into Buck’s outstretched hand. He felt drops of liquid drip on his abdomen, below his navel. Turning his head, he threw a pleading look to the sharpshooter, begging him to stop Buck. Suddenly, he felt a thick, slippery finger press into him and he arched his back, trying desperately to get away.
“Relax, JD. Try to breathe normally. Just relax,” Buck urged as he pushed his finger deeper into the tight opening. JD let himself relax for a moment as he craned his head to look for Ezra. Buck’s finger pressed deeper and wiggled. A few moments later, the finger was withdrawn. JD panted and tried his pleading look on Josiah. No luck there as Buck’s finger returned with a second. The deep burn and itchy sensation caused him to writhe and yell louder. The gag muted his scream and he tried to pull his hands free.
“Just lie still, JD. The discomfort will pass if you try not to fight it,” Ezra said as he massaged JD’s aching upper arm muscles, which were throbbing from his efforts to free his hands. Even as he turned his head to look at Vin, the sharpshooter began to work the taut muscles of his other arm.
“Hold him now,” Buck warned. The four men holding his limbs tightened their grips and Chris reached out to place a restraining hand on JD’s chest. A third finger joined the other two. JD tried to raise one hip and kick but his legs were firmly restrained. When he had tested each limb, JD slumped against the table, sweating from his exertions.
“That’s it. Just rest now,” Chris said as he rubbed light circles on JD’s stomach. The fingers were withdrawn and replaced with Buck’s warm, throbbing shaft. JD tossed his head back and forth, his mind crying ‘no, no, no,’ as he felt the burning sensation again. A fullness he had never experienced before caused JD to moan and curl his hips, trying to find comfort. “That’s better,” Buck said as he smiled warmly at his roommate and friend.
The thrusting began. Slowly and gently at first but building in intensity, JD rode the waves of discomfort. He felt Buck’s hands tighten on his hips, guiding him into moving in time with the thrusts. When the painful sensation subsided, JD locked his eyes on Chris, pleading for his help.
“Here, this’ll help,” the blond said as he poured some more of the liquid into his hand and reached out to stroke JD’s penis, laying limply in its nest of dark, straight hair. Almost immediately, blood began to fill the flaccid organ and JD moaned.
For the next several minutes, all six of his teammates stroked him in one way or another. JD whimpered as he felt his impending climax. Chris’s hand tightened until the exquisite feeling exploded and JD shot his load all over the team leader’s hand. Buck sighed as he rocked up on his heels, buried to the root inside of his young friend and quivering with his own orgasm.
JD moaned softly as gentle hands tucked a blanked around him and patted his shoulder. His whole body ached! Another hand rested on his forehead and he opened his eyes. Buck’s thumb rubbed light circles on the patch of skin between his eyebrows. JD had once confessed that his mother used to rub there to soothe him when he was sick as a child.
“Buck? Where am I?” JD whispered. His voice was little more than a hoarse croak.
“Hospital, kiddo. You had us worried there,” Buck confessed as he pressed a straw to JD’s dry lips and allowed him a few sips of cool water.
“What happened?” JD asked, he wondered if his memory of events was somehow muddled.
“You’ve been burning with fever for the past two days. You had a couple of seizures. The doctor had to put a tube down your throat, that’s why it’s sore. You really had us all scared, JD.” Buck shuddered as he remembered the way his roommate had collapsed in the office.
“The last thing I remember is the staff meeting, I had the weirdest dream,” the young agent whispered before his eyes slid closed and he surrendered to the siren’s call of sleep.
“Must have been some dream,” Buck said, looking directly at the team leader. He and Chris had been sitting with JD when he began to moan and squirm in his hospital bed. Both men had watched, helplessly and mystified, as JD’s erection blossomed under the blankets. The young agent moaned and thrust against the tight blanket until he had sighed his orgasm. Immediately, his fever had broken and his body was drenched in sweat. A nurse had arrived moments later and she wiped him down and changed him into a clean gown. In passing, she commented to the men that it wasn’t uncommon for a patient to have an orgasm while in the throes of a high fever.
“Maybe he’ll tell us about it when he wakes up,” Chris said as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, it sounded pretty wild,” Buck agreed.
The End