i don’t think that im sick

by irate_toast (ao3)

Jason has no idea how long he’s been here.

It’s a startling thought when he realizes it, in a brief moment of respite between Tim’s visits. In the brief moments when he was allowed his vision, the flap over his eyes pulled back, the harsh lighting never changed. There were no windows in the little room he was kept in.

Tim had fed him several times, a humiliating ordeal in and of himself when Tim had stood over him, a foot pressed between his shoulder blades to keep Jason hunched over the little metal dog bowl filled with a bland, tasteless slop. He had quickly lost count of the number of times Tim had “visited” him, not that it would have mattered. From what Jason could tell Tim had not been coming into the room at regular intervals and had been drugging the food, which made it all but impossible for him to keep track of time.
Each time he managed to resurface from the drug induced haze, a new torture had awaited him within the white walls of the little “examination room.”

The first time he woke, Tim had replaced the leather mask with a latex one. It had a similar flap covering his eyes that could be removed, with the addition of one over his mouth as well, likely for more convenient “feedings.” Another new addition was the thick leather collar that had stayed locked around his neck at all times since it had been put on.

He had quickly realized the examination table was not the only confining structure in the little room. The base of the table itself was a cage, with cuffs at each corner for his arms and legs and a hole in the door that his neck fit snugly into to keep him from removing the hood or any of the countless toys Tim would leave strapped to him when he left.

This time when Jason woke, he was bent over the side of the table, ankles spread wide and fastened tightly to the bars of the cage. His hands were held tightly behind his back with thick cuffs, his hands tightly stuffed into a pair of mitts to prevent an attempt to pick the lock. The collar was attached to a ring in the table, holding Jason’s front end down on the cold metal. Surprisingly enough, Tim hadn’t left any toys inside of or attached to him.

As always, the first thing he did was squirm around, testing the bindings to see if there was any way to break free. As always, there wasn’t. Thankfully this time he could see. The flap of the latex hood over his eyes was not in place.

He shifted his weight slightly, groaning softly as the sore muscles in his wide open legs stretched. Tim had fucked him in every way imaginable since kidnapping him, folding Jason into positions he knew Dick would have trouble getting into. He tried to shake the drowsy, lethargic feeling the drugs had left but it wasn’t much use. Just as he settled against the table, he heard the familiar click of the door behind him unlocking. He tensed as it swung open almost silently and the familiar sound of Tim’s uniform boots thudded against the floor.

“You’re up, that’s good. You wouldn’t believe the night I fucking had.” Jason clenched his jaw and turned his head as much as he could before the collar stopped him short. He could just barely catch a glimpse of the Red Robin suit out of the corner of his eye. It brought him the smallest shred of delight to see a bandage wound tightly around Tim’s forearm as he reached up to peel off the domino mask. Jason flinched as a gloved hand absentmindedly squeezed at his ass, pulling one cheek to the side. Tim let out a soft sound of disapproval and let go, circling around to hop on the table next to Jason’s head, legs kicking absentmindedly. He patted Jason’s latex clad head like one would pat a dog and Jason bristled, trying to wrench his head away. Tim frowned and sighed.

“Behave. I thought you hated your punishment last time, do you really want to repeat it?” Jason glared up at Tim and slowly shook his head. His bare pussy twitched at the memory. Jason had bitten Tim the first time his mouth was free, and in retaliation he had spanked his clit until Jason was screaming. The soreness hadn’t faded too long ago, and anytime Jason had moved or Tim had touched him, he was reminded of the punishment

“Good boy. Now, I need to get you cleaned up, so you’re gonna have to be still. If you move, you won’t like what happens.” Tim’s face was expressionless as he continued to pat Jason’s head for a moment longer. Like he was talking about math or science, and not something that Jason was sure would lead to him wrenching half a dozen orgasms from his captive. Tim didn’t seem to be looking for any type of answer, as he hopped off the table before Jason had a chance to nod and folded the blindfold down over Jason’s eyes, plunging him into darkness as it was strapped into place.

Jason listened intently as Tim moved around the room, his footsteps near silent. A drawer opened and closed and Jason tensed as Tim approached his backside once again, but he didn’t move. He had quickly learned Tim did not threaten punishment lightly. He flinched as Tim’s now gloveless hand poked and prodded between his legs, spreading his lips. His traitorous body reacted to the light touches, conditioned to respond to Tim’s hands. He could feel his cunt moisten and his clit swell at the almost clinical attention. He twitched at the sound of a cap popping open and flinched as Tim slowly spread something cold across his entire mound, lathering it into the coarse, curly hair.

It clicked at the first familiar drag of cold metal. Tim was shaving him. The cold was some type of shaving cream or gel. The freshly bared skin felt colder without the protection of his pubic hair and Jason squirmed his upper body against the table, letting out a loud sound of surprise. Tim tutted and pulled back the razor before roughly flicking his clit. Jason flinched and groaned softly at the twinge of pain but he only got wetter as Tim went back to work.

“Be still or you’ll get a cut.” Jason huffed but obliged, resting his head on the table and mentally retreating. The dark made it easy to let his mind slip into a daze, especially with the only sounds he could hear being his own heavy breaths and the soft drag of the razor as it cut away his hair. Tim started with his lips, carefully pulling and stretching the skin to shave every single hair. Tim quickly established a repeating pattern. One swipe of the razor. Wipe it off. Another swipe. Another wipe.

It became harder for Jason to mentally retreat when Tim spread his lips to shave the few hairs between them, fingers teasingly ghosting over his wet hole clit. His pussy involuntary twitched but otherwise he stayed still, limp on the table. Without any real resistance from Jason the task went by fairly quickly. A damp cloth swiped over the freshly shaved skin, cleaning off any remaining shaving cream or stray hairs. Jason’s hips twitched as the rough cloth swiped over his clit and clenched his jaw to hold back a soft moan. He hated how sensitive he had become under Tim’s “care” and how strongly he would react to the slightest touch.

Tim gave his cunt a gentle pat and thumbed at his clit softly, drawing a moan from deep in Jason’s throat. Tim huffed out a soft sound of amusement before withdrawing his hand and Jason squirmed, hips canting back to chase the touch. He could feel his face flush with a now common mix of shame and arousal beneath the latex mask. Tim playfully smacked his ass and Jason writhed against the restraints, letting out an offended groan.

The all too familiar clicking of the latches on the Red Robin suit has Jason stilling, squirming in nervous anticipation. Armor pieces thud against the tile floor as Tim sets them down and his pussy twitches, the now smooth, hairless skin quickly becoming slick with his own fluids. He hates the way excitement curls deep in his gut and how badly he wants whatever Tim is going to do. Tim’s fingers part his lips again and Jason is surprised by how much more sensitive the delicate skin is without hair in the way. He can practically feel Tim’s fucking fingerprints as he strokes Jason’s cunt and rubs at his clit. Jason moans, back arching and his head lifting off the table until the chain connected to his collar is taut. He can’t help but wiggle his hips, enticing Tim to touch him more. This was the first time since his capture that Jason had woken up without at least one toy and he was quickly realizing his body had become used to the constant stimulation. He felt like he was going crazy without it.

“Fuck, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you? You’re so fucking wet…” Jason moaned as Tim’s slick soaked fingers pinched his clit roughly, grinding into the harsh touch as much as he could. Tim slapped the sensitive little bud and Jason yelped, the sound slightly muffled by the latex covering his mouth. His cunt was practically dripping onto Tim’s hand as he rubbed his fingers over Jason’s hole, teasing but not applying enough pressure to push inside.

“You’re such a slut, Jay. I knew you’d come around.” Tim was practically purring as he finally speared Jason open with two of his fingers. He thrust them lazily into Jason’s twitching cunt, enjoying how it squeezed his fingers and sucked them in. He knew Jason’s body like the back of his own hand now and it showed in the way he immediately crooked his fingers to rub against his sweet spot. Jason moaned loudly, his latex clad head dropping down onto the table with a soft thud as he writhed in pleasure. It should have been embarrassing how fast Jason could feel his orgasm building but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he rocked back onto Tim’s fingers as much as he could, moaning wantonly with each thrust of Tim’s nimble fingers.

However, Tim seemed to have other plans that didn’t involve letting Jason cum so early. Just as Jason could feel the familiar tightening of his core the fingers inside him disappeared and he let out a frustrated, confused sound. Tim shushed him quietly, gathering Jason’s fluid on his fingers before dipping the soaked digits between his cheeks to rub firm circles around his rear entrance. Jason twitched at the new feeling, squirming as a wet finger breached his hole slowly, exploring the tight heat. Jason’s cunt felt so empty, twitching and dripping as Tim’s finger thrusted into his other hole, using the fluid from his pussy as lube. The second quickly joined it and Jason grunted at the uncomfortable stretch. It didn’t hurt, but didn’t feel nearly as good as getting his pussy touched. He tugged at the handcuffs, wishing he was able to get out of them and touch his aching cunt that Tim was so cruelly neglecting. He wiggled his hips and rocked against the table, attempting to rub himself against the corner of the cold metal. Just as he raised himself onto his toes, Tim’s free hand came down on his ass, drawing a startled yelp from Jason.

“Down, boy. Quit acting like a bitch in heat-“ Jason chose to ignore him, letting out a frustrated grunt and rocking his hips and writhing against the bindings. His pussy was so wet and so empty he had never been much of a good listener. Suddenly Tim’s fingers yanked out of his hole and Jason was left writhing, trying to get any friction but failing miserably. The clanging of the chain connecting his collar and to the table and Jason’s labored breaths drowned out Tim’s near silent footsteps. Jason was left to his own devices for a long moment, squirming and panting.

When Tim returned, Jason was alerted to his presence by something small and round being pressed between the wet, swollen lips of his pussy. It slipped inside him easily and Jason whined as the little egg shaped toy settled inside him. He could feel a thin string, or maybe a wire, attached to the end of the toy hanging out of his pussy, brushing against his clit. Something much larger pressed against his rear hole and Jason squirmed away, pressing himself against the table as Tim worked the toy into his ass slowly, one hand pressing down on Jason’s back to hold him still. Thanks to Tim’s prep it slid in smoothly and without pain, but Jason still shifted uncomfortably at the foreign feeling of the long, thick toy in his ass. Tim slowly thrusted it in and out, watching Jason squirm. He let out a soft groan when Tim pushed it fully inside him and held it there despite Jason’s muscles instinctively trying to push it out.

Jason shifted uncomfortably, his ass clenching around the toy as Tim’s hand left the base. If he dropped it, Tim was sure to be upset with him. The uncomfortable feeling slowly shifted as Jason sat there, both holes stuffed with silicone as Tim gently stroked his inner thigh. He shifted and both toys moved inside him, drawing a soft, muffled moan from his latex clad lips. The toy in his ass slipped out ever so slightly despite Jason’s effort and Tim tutted softly, pushing it back in.

“You need some help, don’t you?” Jason only replied with a quiet moan as Tim put more pressure on the base of the toy. His hands left Jason’s body once again, and he was so focused on how full he felt that he nearly missed the familiar sound of tape being pulled off the roll. Jason didn’t have time to wonder what Tim was doing before slender fingers pinched the lips of his pussy closed and applied the medical tape across them, holding them together tightly. Jason shifted and it pulled at the tape, and he was suddenly grateful there was no hair left for the tape to pull on. Tim applied several more strips of the tape across his pussy, covering his clit and holding his lips together firmly, only leaving a small hole for the wire to protrude from. Another long strip was applied starting at his clit and all the way over the base of the toy stuck in his ass, holding it in place deep inside Jason. He squirmed and groaned as the tape pulled at the sensitive skin of his labia. Every movement had his slick soaked lips rubbing together.

Tim softly rubbed the palm of his hand over Jason’s taped up cunt, watching him twitch and moan at the strange, muted sensation. The muscles in his thighs twitched when Tim pressed the little plastic battery pack against one and taped it in place as well. He took a moment to admire his work and make sure that the toys were not going to budge as Jason moved. Just as Jason was finally settling down and getting used to the feeling of the tape and the wide stretch of having the toy shoved deep in his ass, Tim flicked the switch on the battery pack. Jason gasped, his back arching as the vibrator in his pussy buzzed to life at the lowest setting. It wasn’t strong enough to do much other than tease him, especially with how small the toy was but it still had his legs twitching and a soft moan spilling from his lips. He flinched when Tim flicked his clit through the layer of tape before tailing his fingers back to the toy in his ass and pressing against the base. There was a soft click and the larger vibrator was turned on as well, but at a much stronger intensity than the tiny bullet in his cunt.

Jason writhed and groaned, fingers curling into his palms inside of the leather mitts. He twitched as one of Tim’s hands ran up his left side as the vigilante moved around the table before sliding his way on top of it. Nimble fingers tugged at the buckle of the mouthpiece of the hood before removing it. A naked leg was slung over Jason’s shoulder, knee hooking around his neck and pulling him down. A hand stroked over the smooth latex at the crown of his head and pushed him down further until Jason’s lips and nose were buried between Tim’s legs.

“Be a good boy and eat your treat.” Tim purred above him and Jason moaned against his cunt before he started to gently lick and suck at Tim’s soft folds. Tim moaned softly when Jason’s tongue lapped at his clit and he thrusted against Jason’s mouth, hand holding Jason against him firmly. Jason couldn’t help but let out soft moans of his own as the toys buzzed away inside him and the tart taste of Tim spread across his tongue. This wasn't the first time he had been made to eat Tim out, and he was quickly learning to savor the flavor of him. The only other thing he had tasted since he was brought here was the bland slop Tim would feed him and Jason doubted that would be changing soon. Tim was cunning, and it was likely part of his plan to have Jason craving him in every way he could.

Suddenly Tim wrapped both legs around Jason’s neck and pressed him down harder, trapping his nose and mouth against the soft, wet skin of his pussy. Jason lapped at him obediently, teasing his hole with his tongue. He couldn’t lift his head to suck in a quick breath and soon he was struggling against Tim’s tight hold. Instinctive fear gripped at his chest and he let out a muffled plea against Tim’s flesh, which predictably went ignored. Just as he began to feel light headed, Tim’s hold loosened just enough for Jason to wheeze in a labored breath, but he didn’t stop grinding against Jason’s face, dragging his wet folds across Jason’s open mouth. Jason panted against him, lapping at his hole again for a moment before closing his lips around Tim’s hard little t-dick and sucking hard.

”Fuck! Jason-“ Tim arched up against him and moaned loudly, nails scraping against the latex hood. The sweet sound had Jason whining and wishing for more stimulation on his own taped down dick. He wiggled his hips, trying to get his taped lips to rub against the sensitive bud with little success. He was so wet he was surprised the tape was still sticking and his own fluid was practically sloshing around inside him as it slowly leaked out of his closed labia. The vibrator in his ass was beginning to send throbs of pleasure through him and Jason moaned as both vibrators ground against the thin wall between his holes with every shift of his hips. He rubbed Tim’s swollen clit with his tongue as he sucked, enjoying how his muscular thighs flexed and shook around his shoulders.

He almost wished he could see the look on Tim’s face as he dipped his tongue into his sopping wet hole, rubbing it against his soft walls and drawing another long moan from his captor. Tim was grinding against him roughly, rubbing his t-dick against Jason’s nose as Jason’s tongue thrust deeper inside him, lapping up all his juices with a wet, lewd noise. The pleasure had steady built up in Jason as the toys buzzed away inside him and he moaned against Tim’s pussy as his own twitched around the little toy inside. He lost his focus and lapped at Tim messily, his own legs shaking as his orgasm rolled through him, crying out and arching his back deeper. The sight of him trembling and moaning as he fell apart quickly pushed Tim over the edge as well and he came with a punched out moan of his own, his pussy gushing fluid into Jason’s mouth until it was dripping down his chin.

Jason continued to lazily lick Tim’s pussy, withdrawing his tongue from the twitching hole and cleaning up the mess around it. He couldn’t see with the blindfold but he was sure Tim’s pussy was red and swollen from Jason’s attention. The toys quickly became overstimulating and Jason let out a soft whine, squirming as the vibrations didn’t let up.

“Please- turn it off! Too much…” Any words felt foreign in Jason’s mouth and his voice was strained and scratchy as a result of little use. Tim, who was panting and watching his captive with careful eyes, chuckled softly and patted Jason’s head.

“Good dogs don’t talk, remember.” Jason clenched his jaw and would have glared if he could have. “And I think you could use some more time to get used to having your ass stuffed full. Your pretty pussy is all for me, but you’ll need to be ready to share your other hole~”

“No way you- Mmph!” Jason balked, opening his mouth to retort but Tim had quickly stuffed something inside. Based on the texture and taste, which was undeniably Tim’s arousal, he could only assume it was Tim’s dirty underwear. Before he could attempt to spit them out, Tim was buckling the mouthpiece back into place and patting his head softly.

“There you go! I’ve got some case files to go over, but I’ll be back to check on you later.” His legs left Jason’s shoulders and he slid off the table, patting Jason’s taped, oversensitive pussy before gathering his costume and padding over to the door.

“Oh, by the way, if the tape comes off you better keep both of those toys in. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.” Jason lets out a muffled yell of indignation and struggles against the bindings, trying to ignore the toys shifting against his sensitive insides as he hears the door open. Tim ignores him and the last things Jason hears from him is the slam of the door and click of the lock.