Bondage Via Bandages

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Bondage Via Bandages


There were many ways to spice up their sex life, and the Diplo provided a few items to help, especially the doctor game Cliff had been thinking of for the past few months. The ship’s sickbay had all he needed: bandages, old fashioned thermometer, white lab coats. And, even more convenient for him was the fact that, due to them being away for so long, the women got their yearly gynecologist exams on board too. That meant he could steal lube and ‘borrow’ some of those odd looking examination tools.

It took nearly an entire month to gather all these things; with Mirage the head of the sickbay, he couldn’t risk taking everything all at once. As it was, each time he would enter the room, the woman would look at him suspiciously, knowing he had no reason to be there. Cliff knew that his friend knew what he was up to, filching things each time he came to visit. She only mentioned it, though, when some of her examination tools went missing.

“Isn’t it odd that the vaginal specula has gone missing? I can’t imagine what someone would do with it.” Mirage looked at him pointedly.

Cliff shrugged. “Who knows.” It might come in use with Albel. Somehow.

The woman sighed, but she said no more.

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Setting up the bedroom took more time than it usually did when preparing for a bit of loveplay. But this was a special game and Cliff was determined to make everything perfect. It took an hour or so, but when Albel returned from training his men, Cliff was waiting, dressed in the long white lab coat, chest bare, grinning like a fool.

Albel paused in the doorway when he saw Cliff. After looking around the room, noting the strange equipment, he fixed the man with a wary look.

“What is this?”

The grin on Cliff’s face widened. “You’ve been looking a little peaked. I thought you were in need of a doctor’s exam.”

Albel looked him up and down again. “That would explain the stupid outfit.”

Cliff stepped forward and took Albel by the arm, leading him to the bed and pushing him down. Albel sat, but stared up at him intently.

“And just what are you planning on doing, Ox?”

Cliff knelt down and put a hand on the young man’s thigh. “Just a routine examination.” He grinned. “So why don’t you get naked?”

The suggestion was not taken well. “Why should I?”

Rather than try to convince Albel of the merits of this little game, Cliff decided to simply begin. “Because,” he stood and picked up a paper thin garment from the dresser and extended it to the Elicoorian, “you’re in need of an examination.”

Albel took the gown and looked at it. He tossed it on the ground. “I don’t want to wear that.”

“Then you’ll do the exam naked.”

They stared at each other for a moment before Albel relented.

“Fine.”

While Albel undressed, Cliff got the tray of items and set it on the bed stand; he’d need it close by so he wouldn’t have to get up when things began to get interesting. The lube was there, along with the thermometer, moist wipes, bandages. Everything they would need for a fun time. He pulled a pair of elastic gloves on. When he looked back, Albel was sitting with his legs crossed; his thong was still on.

“I said naked.”

“When I go to my doctor, he doesn’t tell me to get naked. You’re a poor excuse for a doctor.”

Cliff laughed. “All right, you can keep the thong on for now. Let’s begin with a chest exam.”

The man walked to the bed and stooped down. Albel’s back stiffened a little as Cliff laid a hand on his chest. The elastic of the rubber gloves felt odd against his skin, but as the man rubbed soothing circles around his pale pink flesh, his nipples hardened. A soft noise escaped him as Cliff squeezed the soft nub between his fingers. He pushed his chest forward a bit, into the teasing touch.

“Do you like that, Albel?”

The young man bit the inside of his cheek. He would not give Cliff the satisfaction of hearing how he enjoyed the touch of his large hands.

With a soft laugh, Cliff continued to massage circles around Albel’s nipples, watching the young man’s face as emotions flashed across it. Every now and then Albel would scowl and shut his eyes, as if hiding from the blush that colored his cheeks. When he felt a particularly intense wave of pleasure, Albel would shudder and open his mouth slightly to let out a soft gasp. Cliff watched his lover’s responses, feeling himself grow hard.

When he took his hands away, Albel opened his eyes and fixed him with a questioning and angry look.

Cliff grinned. “You look a little flushed. I think we should take your temperature. Lay down.”

Before he could protest, Albel felt strong hands pushing him flat on the bed. He tried to sit up, but a hand moved to his stomach and pressed down.

“What are you doing, Cliff?”

“Just getting you ready. Trust me. Lie down.”

Hands began tugging his thong down his thighs and, seeing that there was little room for refusal, Albel finally relented. He pulled a pillow over and rested his head on it, willing his body to relax as Cliff slid his last piece of clothing off his body. For a moment, the man ran his hands up and down Albel’s legs, kneading the tense muscles, fingers occasionally straying to tease over the young man’s erection.

Reluctantly, Cliff pulled his hands away and shifted to the tray of tools. He picked up the thermometer and the bottle of lube. He looked back at Albel.

“You have to turn over.”

This time Albel did sit up. He had to see what Cliff was up to. “Why?”

“I already told you; to take your temperature.” Before Albel could see what he had in his hand, the man reached over and flipped his lover onto his stomach. Seeing the Elicoorian’s soft, round behind made him harder and he couldn’t resist reaching out and touching.

The body jerked beneath his touch. “Cliff!”

“Sorry.” He laughed, reaching for the tube on the tray. “This might be a little cold.”

Cliff put a liberal amount of the gel on his fingertips and then bent over the body on the bed. With his one hand, he vented Albel, baring the pink, puckered hole. He put his fingers against the ring of flesh and Albel hissed.

“Just be still.” The man said, circling the Elicoorian’s entrance.

Albel shivered under his touch, moaning when Cliff worked the tip of a finger into his body. Cliff laughed softly, fucking his lover with a finger for a brief time. After a minute, he worked a second one in. He didn’t want to belabor the moment; there was much more fun to be had. After enjoying the feel of Albel’s tight, hot body wrapped around his fingers, he pulled free and reached for the thermometer. He rubbed a bit of the lube on the glass instrument, then moved back to Albel. Before he began, he unbuckled his pants and unzipped, releasing some of the pressure on his cock.

When Cliff moved behind him, Albel could feel the man’s hot, hard cock pressing against his thigh. He tried looking back once more, but could see nothing beyond the man’s body.

“Just relax.” Cliff said, baring the young man’s entrance once more. Slowly, he slid the tip if the thermometer in, waiting to make sure Albel was not uncomfortable. His lover shifted a little, but when there were no other signs of discomfort, he continued to push the thermometer further.

“Now just hold still for a minute.” he said, leaning down and kissing Albel’s shoulder.

Albel growled softly, wriggling his hips a little, but Cliff planted a hand on his back to keep him still. After awhile, the hand shifted, sliding under his belly and pulling him onto his knees. The thermometer was removed and Albel moaned longingly as it was carefully pulled from his body.

Cliff made a show of looking at it. “You seem awfully hot. I think I need to cool you down.”

Before he could ask just how the man planned on doing that, Albel was turned onto his back. Cliff leaned over him, grinning, and placed a gentle kiss to his lips. As they kissed, Cliff brought the young man’s hands together. He reached over to the tray, fumbling for the roll of bandages, even as his tongue plunged into Albel’s mouth. Albel did not seem to notice as he began to bind his wrists together with the bandages. The young man was more intent on feeling his lover’s tongue caress the slick walls of his mouth with his tongue.

When Cliff pulled away, he looked at Albel’s hands and smiled smugly. Albel looked at his wrists as well, a bit startled that he had not noticed what the man had been doing. He tested the bandages only to find them strong and tightly tied. He glared at Cliff.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“To keep you from fighting while I cool you down.” Cliff said, matter-of-factly.

Albel was not certain what that meant and he struggled against the uncertainty. Having expected some resistance, Cliff kept the boy pinned with his weight as he brought a new item over. Albel continued to struggle until he felt a cool, wet sensation against his nipple. He yelped, arching into the feeling.

“I thought you’d like that,” Cliff said, rubbing the moist wipe against the Elicoorian’s sensitive nipple.

He earned another yelp and then a soft, wonton moan. As he continued to play, Cliff let his free hand move down and wrap around his lover’s hard cock. He pumped it slowly as he teased the young man’s nipples, delighting in the faces of strained pleasure Albel made. As he continued to play, his own breathing quickened and his hand moved faster. Just before Albel could reach his climax, Cliff paused.

Albel let out a mournful whimper.

“You seem a bit cooler.” The man laughed, unwrapping his fingers from his lover’s cock. Albel looked at him, perplexed and in need of release. “I can see you still need something though. But what?”

Cliff glanced at the specula. Albel followed his gaze and was suddenly upright.

“You are not going to be an idiot and try to put that inside of me.” The captain said forcefully.

“Nah, I don’t think that would feel very good to you.” He turned to the other tray he had set out. “You’ve been a bit stingy with your affection lately.”

The young man frowned. “What?”

“I had thought perhaps you were angry, but I know now it’s because you’re having a problem getting off.”

“Excuse me?!” Insult flashed in Albel’ eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Cliff said, bringing the second tray over. “I know just how to fix that.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to cruse the Klausian and scream how he had no problem ‘getting off’ lately. Just because he didn’t want to have sex didn’t mean he was ill, but of course the taunting was all part of Cliff’s game. His attention was snared at any rate; he looked at the tray of toys Cliff had set near him, next to the medical items. The man was busy going over each one, lifting it up and examining it like it were a science experiment. The toys were set in a line, each one bigger than the last. Some of them had bumps, others had ridges and grooves. They all looked like they would be pleasurable.

After making a show of picking the right one, Cliff chose a slim dildo with raised ridges. The size certainly wouldn’t hurt Albel, but it would work the young man into a fit of passion. He turned to the Elicoorian.

“This should make you feel better. Lie back.”

Albel eyed the toy and then Cliff. The man was grinning stupidly. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly fell back into the pillow, parting his thighs in invitation. Cliff moved between them, pressing their bodies together, his cock rubbing against Albel’s opening.

“What I wouldn’t give to have some stirrups right now.” He whispered, putting a hand on Albel’s thigh and lifting it onto his back.

Albel moaned, lifting his other leg and wrapping both around Cliff’s waist. He arched his back, pressing his cock against the man. He was still agonizingly hard from before and the slight brush of fabric against his sensitive cock made him hiss.

There was a groan of response and Cliff bucked forward unintentionally. “How am I supposed to treat you when you tease me like that, Albel? I want nothing more than to pound that sweet ass of yours into the mattress right now.”

“So do it!” The captain hissed, flexing his leg muscles and pulling the man closer.

It was damn near impossible to resist such a demand, but somehow Cliff managed to break free of the legs around his waist. He grinned down at Albel, reveling in the lustful, needy look the young man pinned him with. He held up the toy, watching the young man’s eyes grow darker. As he prepared the toy, rubbing a liberal amount of lubrication onto the shaft, he watched Albel watch his hand. By the time he was finished, his lover was covered in a sheen of sweat, beads of precum seeping from the tip of his cock.

Albel looked more than ready. As he knelt on the bed, settling between the captain’s legs and using his fingers to probe the boy’s entrance, Cliff kept his eyes locked with his lover’s. Even as the he pushed the head of the toy in, he watched Albel’s eyes widen slightly as his breath hitched. When the toy was successfully buried in the young man’s body, Cliff moved up, settling on his side next to Albel. He kept his hand between Albel’s legs, fingering the dial at the bottom of the dildo. They kissed and as his tongue slipped into the captain’s mouth, he turned the dial.

Albel’s body jerked as the toy buzzed to life, vibrating against his inner walls.

“Ngh! Cliff!”

Cliff kissed him again, moving his free hand to cup the back of the young man’s head and pull him closer. Albel pushed into him, whimpering slightly into the kiss.

“You taste best when you’re writhing in pleasure, Albel,” he said, then turned the dial higher.

The body in his arm convulsed again. The young man bit his lip to keep from moaning and a small spot of blood appeared.

Cliff licked the blood up and then panted against his forehead. “You look like you enjoy that. Maybe you’ll enjoy this too.”

Using the hand he had between Albel’s legs, Cliff pulled the end of the toy out and then forced it back in. He waited to see how Albel would react and when the young man dug his nails into his chest, he took it as a good sign. After getting a better grip on the toy, he began to slowly move it in and out of Albel’s body, enjoying the way his lover would tremble and then tense each time he thrust it back into him.

Albel reached over and curled the white lab coat in his bound hands. He tugged the man closer, growling against his neck and gasping whenever Cliff would force the toy’s shaft deep into his body. It felt so good each time he clamped down, feeling the way it shivered and rubbed against his passage. And each time Cliff pulled it out, only to force it back in, it would hit that wonderful spot that made him shudder in ecstasy.

The nails digging into his skin were a bit painful, but as he leaned up to watch the toy slide in and out of Albel’s body, Cliff couldn’t care less. The passage was easy now, Albel’s body accepting the toy, wanting to accept more it seemed. He watched as he pumped the phallus in and out of his lover’s body, imaging that soon it would be his own cock pressed between the tight walls of Albel’s backside. He pumped the toy with more enthusiasm, enjoying his fantasy, and moments later the grip on his shoulder tightened painfully. He felt hot semen smear against his bare pelvis where he was pressed against Albel.

Hot breath tickled against his neck as Albel panted, trying to catch his breath. Cliff looked down at him.

“You enjoyed that.” He said, pulling the toy from Albel’s body.

The captain groaned, body tensing as the shaft left him. They lay still for a long time, holding onto one another, bodies relaxing as the sensations spiraled down to a dim. After letting his heart rate even out, Albel glanced up at Cliff and found the man staring at him intently.

“What?”

The man grinned. “Your exam isn’t done. The doctor still has to give you a probe.”

“A probe?” His temper started to rise. “What do you call what you just did?”

“That was merely a test of reflex. I have to assess your body for myself now.”

Albel groaned. He did not think he wanted to go another round so soon, but he did not appear to have much of a choice. Cliff stood up and shed his pants. His cock stood proud and erect, the head dark red and dripping hot drops of precum. Seeing the man so hard aroused Albel and a similar stirring tightened in the pit of his stomach and hardened his cock.

Cliff took his lover by the hips and dragged him to the edge of the bed. He wrapped Albel’s legs around his waist, as he had done earlier, and looked at the young man. Albel’s wrists were still bound, but he seemed to have given up fighting against them. The captain’s cheeks were stained red, from embarrassment or heightened blood pressure he did not know, but Albel looked irresistible. He leaned down and kissed Albel, rubbing the head of his cock against his entrance at the same time.

Albel’s back arched slightly and he pressed into the man’s cock. “This had better count as payment for this exam.”

Cliff grinned. “Fair enough,” he said, before worming the tip of his cock past Albel’s entrance, then slowly sliding the rest of the way in with short, powerful thrusts. When he was sheathed to the hilt, shaft buried deep inside his lover’s body, he paused. He could feel Albel trembling, the muscles fluttering around his cock. He leaned his head back and groaned, hands moving to grasp Albel’s thighs and keep his hips in place.

They stayed that way for a moment as Cliff relished the way Albel’s body clung to him, tight and hot and wonderful. He felt his lover jerk against him, protesting being held in the position for so long and not moving. Cliff looked at the young man, then pulled his body closer, pressing in as deep as he could. Albel arched and shuddered, groaning as his prostate was hit and a wave of pleasure ran through his body.

The man started slow at first, pulling out until only his tip was left in, then inching back in. His grip on the boy’s thighs tightened as the pace slowly began to build up. Albel grunted as Cliff started to pound into him, his back arching as the man hit his sweet spot over and over again.

Cliff watched the way the captain writhed and moved with him, gasping and pushing closer. Already, Albel was making those short, breathy moans that signaled he was close to the end. Not surprising since he had only rested for ten minutes before they began again. He had enjoyed watching the Elicoorian twitch and tremble as he pumped the toy in and out, but he wanted his own turn.

He leaned forward suddenly and grabbed Albel’s wrists. Using one hand, he guided Albel’s bound arms around his neck, then lifted the captain into his arms. The young man let out a surprised squeak at the sudden shift of position, then molded into him, gasping at the feel of the man’s cock pushing further into him than before.

Cliff groaned, using both hands to lift Albel by his behind and then force the captain back onto his cock. He pulled his lover closer as he started to slam into his body. The awkward position did not hinder him; he used the leverage of Albel’s weight to his advantage.

As he had predicted, Albel did not last very long. After several passionate minutes of fucking, the young man arched his back and let out a coarse yell. Albel clamped around him, finishing him as well, milking each drop from his cock. He held still for a moment, letting the waves of pleasure run though him and then recede. It took awhile for him to feel anything other than intense pleasure, but when he began to come back to his sense, Cliff felt his arm muscles protesting. He had been holding Albel too long.

In his arms, Albel had leaned his head against the man’s chest, attempting to catch his breath for the second time that day. With a kiss to the captain’s head, Cliff tottered the two steps the edge of the bed and set them both down. Albel slipped out of his arms and into the blankets. Cliff smiled at the peaceful expression on his lover’s face, then leaned over to undo the bandages that had bound Albel.

Albel watched him through hooded eyes and when his hands were free, he reached out and tapped his claws against the man’s forehead.

Cliff laughed and took the claws away from his head to kiss them. “What was that for?”

“For your poor doctor/patient etiquette.”

The man laughed again. He threw the white lab coat onto the ground and pulled Albel closer. He loved to feel that way, skin to skin. There was silence for a few minutes before Albel nudged him with the back of his hand.

Cliff opened his eyes. “Yeah?”

“I hope you realize you’re going to endure the same kind of humiliation I went through today.”

He grinned. “If I get to see you in a hot nurse’s outfit, I’m game.”

A flash of red colored Albel’s face and Cliff wasn’t sure if it was anger or embarrassment. “That will certainly not be the case, you big oaf!”

“What ever you plan, I’m sure I’ll love.”

The young man scowled, the red on his cheeks becoming all the more prominent. He pulled the covers up and continued to glare at Cliff, but the man did not notice. Regardless of any enjoyment he had gotten out of his ‘doctor examination’, Cliff needed to know that he also got to initiate play. It was a matter of thinking of something humiliating enough, though. Cliff would look hideous in a dress, but the man had forced him into one often enough, it seemed a fair idea. What would truly be fun for him, though, would be to tie Cliff up and…

~END