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The cold, stainless steel table sank its teeth into Frank’s skin, making him squirm as he adjusted to the feeling beneath his bare ass.
Normally, when they used this table, he’d at least have a paper dress or scrubs, but today, Gerard had a vile idea in mind and was more than ready to execute it.
They’d been planning it for months, according to Gerard. Which checked out as far as Frank knew their dom. He might not have been too fond of the idea, but he’d try just about anything at least once.
No, seriously. Just about anything.
That’s why they had such a powerful bond between them, built on mutual trust and understanding. The moment Frank gave his safeword, the scene would be over, but for this scene, to preserve his sanity, he wore a blindfold, concealing his inked chest and belly from him and potentially, Gerard’s plans.
He heard Gerard enter the room soon enough, heels clicking on the tile, because even in their most artistically realistic roleplays, Gerard couldn’t help but wear heels, loving the lift that the tall, effeminate shoes gave to their voluptuous bottom. Frank could appreciate that, of course, but the sound of them approaching set his heart pounding in his chest in anticipation.
“Good evening, Mr. Iero,” Gerard greeted clinically, so doubt wearing a vintage nurse’s uniform and a paper hat. “Are you ready for your procedure?”
Frank had to swallow a few times as his mouth filled with saliva, making his tongue feel thick and heavy, nerves making his nude body quiver and his cock perk up. “Yes, ma’am,” he answered at last, earning an amused little chuckle from his partner.
“So polite,” Gerard cooed, running a vinyl-gloved hand down Frank’s bound inner forearm as they stalked around the table. “I love a patient that knows his place.”
And Frank loved any scrap of praise he received from them, whether cold or affectionate, which was evident in the twitch of his semi-erect cock.
“Let’s start with an examination before we move forward with the procedure,” Gerard suggested, squeezing the meaty part of his chest, a thumb caressing a dark, un-inked nipple. “You’re quite the specimen,” they commented, their voice low and heady as they pinched Frank’s nipple between their fingers, pebbling it between the blue, nitrile-gloved digits, eliciting a whimper from their patient.
“Very nice,” they commented, moving on down Frank’s belly, circling his belly-button before moving on to between the twin sparrows, grazing happy trail and into his pubic hair.
“Gee…” Frank pleaded, pushing his groin up toward Gerard’s hand in an attempt to gain their attention where he wanted it most.
“Nah, ah ah, Mr. Iero, you know the rules,” Gerard gently chided. “You need to stay right where I put you.”
With a groan, Frank pulled against the stirrups that kept his legs spread and ankles locked in place.
Walking their gloved fingers down Frank’s groin, Gerard clinically examined Frank’s erect cock and aching balls, gently pulling them away and humming thoughtfully. “Not bad, not the best I’ve seen, but not bad,” they commented, earning a huff from Frank and a full-body blush that Frank knew made his partner grin triumphantly.
“Are you ready for your procedure, Mr. Iero?” Gerard asked, moving away with the click of their heels to the table where the purpose of this session sat.
Gerard was giving him an out, a last chance to walk away before they began. It was touching really, but Frank knew what he’d been signing up for and was determined to see it through.
“Yes, ma’am,” he stated, a small tremor that he hardly recognized invading his voice before he could swallow it down. The next few seconds were agonizing as he heard Gerard shuffling around, no doubt preparing the star of tonight’s session, the maggots.
A shiver ran through him as Gerard’s clicking returned, something cold and slimy dribbling on his stomach.
“Oh god, that’s them, isn’t it?” Frank asked, breaking character as Gerard began spreading a handful of squirming little larvae all over his stomach and chest.
“Yes,” Gerard confirmed with a chuckle, “that’s them.”
“They feel super gross, dude,” he said, squirming in his restraints as the larvae slipped and climbed over his torso. “Could you make sure they don’t get in my mouth?”
“What? You don’t want the extra protein? I’m sure if they’re willing crawl into your mouth that it’s still vegan, like drinking cum, but with chewy bits,” Gerard teased, devolving into laughter as they shoved a couple of maggots away from Frank’s neck.
“Ew, fuck you,” Frank huffed, Gerard’s honking laugh contagious and sending him into a fit of giggles.
“That can be arranged,” Gerard purred, stepping away for a moment and gliding back over, popping the cap on a tube of lubricant, making Frank whine high and desperate in his throat, pulling against his restraints as a glob of cold gel dribbled down his erect member.
Frank anticipated exactly what Gerard was about to do before he felt it, a handful of maggots scooped up and smothered against his cock, slick and so, so wrong.
“Oh my fucking god, Gee!” Frank yanked at his restraints, trying to escape the discomfort, the squeamishness that he’d escaped up ‘til now finally crashing over him.
“That’s it, Frankie, cum from these nasty, icky little bugs crawling all over you,” Gerard cooed, pumping his cock like they meant to milk his orgasm out of him, maggots crawling all over the rigid flesh. “Come on, you can do it.”
Whimpering, Frank shook his head furiously, even as his cock twitched in his partner’s hand. “I can’t, Gee, I really can’t!”
He was grateful that he couldn’t see the bugs climbing over his body, making their way all over his chest and into the crevice of his belly button and down his balls. They were just too disgusting and Frank absolutely hated bugs, whether it was ethical or not.
“Come on, you filthy, little boy, you can do it. You can cum for me,” Gerard coaxed him, giving his glans a particularly delightful twist of their palm as they continued to work his cock.
Frank bit his lip, his balls tightening and drawing up. He didn’t want to cum like this, and it was true, he knew what to say if he wanted it to stop, but he wasn’t that desperate just yet. He just needed to be a good boy and cum and it’d all be over.
“That’s right, there’s a good boy. Cum for me, Frankie, get yourself all filthy for me,” Gerard purred, their hand working faster and faster until Frank’s whole body tensed and a pitiful glob of cum was spat out from the tip, painting Gerard’s glove. And like a switch had been flipped, Frank was finally able to relax, in spite of the bugs.
Immediately, Gerard began picking off the maggots a little at a time, before stepping away to grab the container the insects had come in to drop them back into. “You did good, Frank, so good for me,” they praised as they scooped maggots off of Frank’s stomach. “I know you’re not a big fan of bugs.”
“That’s an understatement,” Frank huffed, squirming as he began to grow hyperaware of the insects climbing over his testicles. “I better get something pretty damn nice for this!”
“You will,” Gerard chuckled knowingly, their voice dripping with lust, “I can promise you that.”