Shiver

Chapter 8

Torture

I sat, arms stretched up above me, shackled to the wall, head hanging down, dozing off. I mumbled as a barrage of images flashed by my closed eyes, Roy kissing me, Roy telling me I was a good boy, Roy wanting me. Then, the pain started, deep in my chest, infecting me with the present. Consciousness tried to enter, but I shoved it away, too content in my dreams of being in Roy's arms, of his tender touch, of how he looked at me last night.

I felt something hit my cheek. My head twisted sideways and I reluctantly looked up. "Roy?" He was blurry, but he was there, standing before me, grinning.

"Get up. Seems we have a little more time to play before your other services are needed." He snickered.

I shook my head, brushing off my daze and clamored to stand as quickly as possible. My heart burst with hope. He'd come back for me. Maybe he'd changed his mind. Maybe my punishment was over. I felt his hands tapping at my flesh wrist and it was released from the shackle.

Roy strode over to the other one and released it. "Yep, going to have some fun, now," he said, nodding his head.

His words made my body tingle with anticipation. I felt heat in my groin, my length filling with need. Maybe I'd get what I craved this time. Maybe if I was good enough, he'd take me, he'd let me have sweet release.

Stepping back, Roy looked me over. "Damn, you get off on this stuff, don't you?" Hands resting on his hips, his tongue ran a circle around his mouth.

Lowering my head in shame, I covered my erection with my hands. Maybe he didn't want me being aroused already. Maybe he thought I should have better control. My voice came out soft and strained. "I-I just want you, Roy."

Snickering, he shoved me hard against the wall. He lunged forward, pressing up against me. Hot breath swept across my cheek.

I cringed in fear. Would he strike me? Did I deserve it? I held my breath.

His eyes roamed over my face, like a predator ready to strike. "You want me, huh? If only you knew who you were saying that to." He ground his hips into my bare length.

Eyes closing, my face tensed up as sweet pressure pulsed through me. Oh, how I wanted to press back, to keep the feeling going, make it intensify, to bring on my climax, just under the surface. "I know. I know it's you I want, only you."

He crushed me with his lips, penetrating me with his tongue, flicking and sucking at my mouth. His hips kept grinding on me, making me sensitive, even though his trousers scratched me. I felt his hands grasp my wrists, yanking my arms over my head. Pain from my flesh shoulder jolted through me from being put back into a position I'd spent too much time in.

I kissed him back, hungry now for all he had to give. "Roy, take me, please." I wanted to thrust forward so badly, but he didn't tell me I could. The agony of holding back was exquisite, taunting me, teasing me. His teeth found my neck, biting hard. Hissing, I felt the pinch of pain race through me to my length.

Dropping my arms, his hands found my nipples. He pinched both at once. The sensation rippled through me, almost making me lose control. I shivered as my climax came rushing forward, almost at the brink. But, would he allow it? Did he want me to release this way? "Roy, I-I'm close." My voice shook.

He halted his movement and took a step back from me, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

I fell forward, but caught myself before falling into him.

"Damn, that was quick. Don't you have any self-control?" Roy glared at me, still breathing heavily.

Leaning back up against the wall, I looked down at the floor, shamed. I whispered, "I'm sorry. I'll do better."

Roy snickered. "Damn right, and you'll do just as I say. Get on the floor, hands and knees.

Immediately, I dropped to the cement floor on my hands and knees. I felt his cool palms on my hips and heard his zipper open. When I looked down behind me, I could see him on his knees as well, between my legs. I spread them a little wider for him. I knew what would come next. A soft moan worked its way out in anticipation.

His fingers ran over my entrance, slick, probably with saliva, I reasoned, since I hadn't seen any oil. "We're going to play a little game, now, Ed. I want you to stay just like this. See, I've got a few friends that'd like a go at you and I want you to let them. Got it?"

Pain stabbed at my heart with his demand. How much could he want me if he would let others have me? Maybe I could close my eyes and pretend they were all him. Then it shouldn't hurt too badly. I still felt tears well up in my eyes.

I felt his erection at my entrance, teasing me. I longed to push back into it, but knew I must wait. My groin ached and hummed with desire, but I had to have control. I couldn't disappoint him again.

Gasping, he drove himself inside me. I felt heat searing through my body. There'd been no preparation. I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes tight against it, feeling a rebellious tear roll down my cheek.

His hands clutched at my sides as he pulled out and drove back in. I heard him moan in a way that didn't quite sound like him. But I took it, still feeling only pain. His hand came around me and stroked my length, mixing pleasure with the heat inside me. My hands fisted on the floor, my toes curled. Everything balled up inside me until his erection finally hit my internal bundle of nerves. Pleasure washed over me. I cried out, despite myself. I had to apologize. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm . . ." My voice was strained and high pitched. He pounded me, driving in and out with a speed I wasn't used to. His hand left my erection and moved upward, pinching hard on my nipples again. A wave of delicious sensation rushed to my groin. His military jacket rubbed against my back.

"Hold it, Ed, don't you dare spill even one precious drop."

I had my command. I held back as best I could. Release teased me. It kept reaching up, trying to take hold of me. I shifted my hip position so he'd miss my internal spot, just to make it more bearable.

He stopped and pulled out of me. I felt his body leave mine.

"Okay Fullmetal. Stay, just like that."

I did as I was told. I heard him walk out of the room. New footsteps came forward from the open doorway. Did I dare see who it was? I couldn't help myself. I glanced in the direction of the footsteps. It was Havoc. Oh, God no. Shutting my eyes tight, I hung my head, almost falling down to the cold cement. My face flushed with shame at having him see me like this. This was only for Roy.

"So, Fullmetal, I see you're ready for me." He dropped to his knees, opening his zipper.

I felt his erection at my entrance.

"This." He drove hard inside me.

I gasped in pain.

"Is for being such an ass yesterday."

He drove in and out, quickly. Every part of my body cringed, feeling him inside me. My tears surfaced and ran down my cheeks, a silent testament to my agony. I tried to separate myself from my body, tried to eliminate the disgusting feel of having him penetrate me this way. How would I ever look at him in the office again? How could he betray me this way?

"Come on, Fullmetal, don't you like this? Roy told me you'd like this. He told me you'd begged to have me. Come on, Ed, beg." Still he drove, in and out.

I opened my mouth to do as he asked, knowing Roy may be close by, watching. "P-please, Jean, take me, take, me . . . " A sob stifled my voice.

He stopped. "Come on, Ed, you have to do better than that. Roy can have you. If he still wants you."

I felt him pull out of me, my arms buckled. My head came down to rest on the floor. The cool cement soothed me. I heard him walk out of the room. My body began to shake. Would he tell Roy I wasn't any good? And, who was next?

I heard more footsteps enter the room. This time, they clicked, like high heels. I glanced up quickly, fear piercing my heart. It was Riza Hawkeye. I was stunned. I thought I might faint. The room started to spin. This couldn't be happening. Not thinking, I sat up on my haunches. My mouth struggled to form words. "H-Hawkeye?"

"Edward, you naughty boy. I couldn't believe it when Roy told me you were here waiting for me. But, here you are." She chuckled as she came closer.

"Oh, God." Immediately, my chest dropped to my thighs in a feeble attempt to cover my nakedness, my arousal. My face flushed. "H-he told you I was waiting for you?"

"Yes. He told me you asked him to set this up." She came closer and stopped at my side. "I have to admit, I didn't believe him at first, well, with you and he having such a thing for each other." She knelt down beside me. "But, here you are."

I closed my eyes tight. I'd never had a woman before and wasn't so sure I'd ever wanted one. Would she be angry if my arousal couldn't be maintained for her? I felt her fingernail scratch down my back.

"What shall we do first, Edward? I see the shackles. Roy told me you like to use those."

I peeked up at her. She still had her gun holstered at her side. I was at her mercy.

She grabbed my arm and tugged at me. I felt my erection waning as she drew me upwards to standing.

She looked down at my groin, shaking her head, when I stood fully before her. "Edward, that won't do. But, Roy told me what you wanted. So, let's get over to the shackles."

She led me to the wall and bound me to the manacles, with my front faced toward her. I tried to look into her face, to see something of what she might have in store for me, but she was hidden behind her bangs. Finally, she stood before me, a wicked grin on her face.

"Okay, then. I heard you like to be teased, Ed." Looking straight into my eyes, her hand grabbed my balls. She gave them a firm squeeze, making me gasp and pull on the shackles.

She knelt down in front of me. Picking up my limp member, she began to lick in long, even, wet strokes while still fondling my balls. My breathing quickened, I felt myself swell. I closed my eyes, imagining Roy was the one pleasuring me. Her tongue swirled my head, focusing on the spot just under the lip. She flicked at it. The sensation was exquisite, sending a pulse of pleasure rocketing through me. I moaned. Could I move, I wondered? God, I wanted to.

I felt her fingers move downward, massaging their way to my entrance. She teased it, circling and pressing while she continued to pump my length with her mouth. My release was building, already coming on strong. It surprised me, how good she was. I was so ready, but not sure if I could surrender yet. Not sure if Roy would be happy with me if I did. I groaned and bit my lip, feeling my sensitivity climbing to uncontrollable levels. "R-Riza, I'm close. C-can I—"

She stopped and looked up at me. "Edward, already? I was told you could handle this. You have to control it."

She flicked her tongue up my length, sending shivers through my body. I tilted my hips backward in an attempt to control myself. I let out a sharp gasp as a pulse of sensation rushed through me. My hands fisted and my teeth clenched, fighting desperately to hold on. "I-I can't."

Just as I felt my peak uncoiling in my groin, she stopped again. Panting, I shuddered. I watched her come up to standing.

"Edward, you disappoint me." She stroked me with her index finger and thumb, sliding easily up my shaft from the saliva still covering it.

Although her touch was delicious, there wasn't enough pressure to bring my climax on. My knees felt weak as I gave myself over to the feel of it, taunting me.

"You seem to like this though." Her face drew near mine, as if to kiss me.

Suddenly, a crash sounded from the doorway.

Riza whirled around, apparently as stunned by the noise as I was. "Shit." She took off running, towards the door, hand on her gun.

I wondered if the sound was from Roy. Was he back from somewhere? I longed to have him come back to me, to take me and finally end my suffering. My stomach began to feel sick, after being taken to the brink so many times and not allowed to finish.

I heard voices echoing in the distance. It sounded like a woman and a man arguing, but I had a hard time placing them. I assumed Riza was arguing with Roy. Maybe she was telling him how disappointing I was. How I couldn't control myself. Did this mean my punishment would just go on and on?

The arguing continued, until I heard what sounded like a door slamming shut. Footsteps came toward me. I saw black hair and a blue military uniform in the doorway. It moved closer. Finally, Roy came back. "Roy? Roy, please, I want you, only you, no one else." Tears clouded my eyes. I fought to keep them back, not wanting to do anything to displease him. Just the sight of him brought on my arousal again.

Roy stood before me, anger flared in his eyes. "Fullmetal!"

His voice was so loud, it made me jump and cower.

A wicked grin spread on his face. "Seems you didn't perform so well."

I peered up at him through my hair. "I tried, Roy, I really tried," I said, my voice whining. "But, they weren't you."

"Well, let's just see how you good you are with me, now."

There was a flash of something in his eyes I didn't recognize. It frightened me. He unbound my wrists and turned me around. To my horror, he rebound me facing the wall. I heard his zipper and felt his erection pushing into the crevice of my behind.

I felt his breathing against the back of my neck. I longed to feel his kisses, his touch. Instead, I felt him enter me. It was harsh and unemotional, not like the times at his house. I cried out and felt his palm cover my mouth.

"Quiet!"

I felt hot tears race down my cheeks and my quick breathing hitch. He pulled out and drove inside me, pushing me up against the wall. My erection pressed against it, finding a sweet pressure. Moaning, my body was so wound up, I was unable to stop anything. It moved against my will, my hips rocking with his steady thrusts, my length finding friction in the wall. If Roy was displeased, he didn't show it. All I heard was his panting. All I felt was his delicious length prodding my internal bundle of nerves, sending me into near hysteria. Waves of pleasure rushed through me, one after another. My arms thrashed in the chains. My legs grew rigid. I felt my climax come on suddenly, urgently, unwavering in it's strength. I grit my teeth and surrendered. An intense sensation rippled through me, shooting my hot seed against the wall, making it slick. I slid up and down as each contraction racked my body, pulsing more out of me. I screamed into his palm as it went on and on.

I felt his body shaking behind me. He drove in hard, pulsing inside me. I heard his moans, not quite the Roy I knew, but I was too dazed to dwell on it. He pulled out again and thrust hard a second time, gasping and shuddering against my back. His body seemed to slow and he pulled out of me. My back felt cold as he stepped away.

I would have fallen over backward, if it hadn't been for the shackles. My body pulsed, one last time as my breathing slowed.

"Lick it."

I didn't understand what he was talking about. Then I looked down at the sticky fluid on the wall. He couldn't mean what I thought he meant.

He shoved me hard.

My forehead hit the wall, sending sharp pain into my skull. I didn't make a sound.

"I said lick it. Clean up your mess. That's what you get for loosing control like that."

I turned my head to see him. He was already zipping himself up and striding out of the room. I hung my head in shame, feeling my tears coming back. I knelt down and did as I was told, tears spilling onto my cheeks, tasting my own seed in my mouth.