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Calum popped the end of the straw out of its wrapper, sliding it free and then balling it up and tossing it aside. He pulled his cup closer, finding the divot in the center and punching it through. There was a honking squeak as the plastic rubbed together before the straw was fully into place.
He almost missed the small whimper of the person sitting across the table across from him, but the way they pulled their legs together was far more obvious.
Calum smirked, wrapping his lips around the tip of the straw and pulling up the liquid. It was some sugary soda, the carbonation sharp and sparkly on his tongue, but he focused all his attention on the boy sitting across from him.
He was so pathetic, and sent a shiver of thrill through Calum’s system. The boy looked exhausted, but that was to be expected. They had just come from the hospital, and the heavy bags under his eyes made it obvious that even though he had spent a couple hours under anesthesia, he hadn’t slept well otherwise, a thick bandage plastered on one cheek.
One of his arms, the right one, was still in a sling that the hospital had provided, the crisp blue fabric hiding the more gruesome, slightly bloody bandages that now capped it halfway down the forearm. The stitches would take a bit to completely close, but the doctors had given them the green light to leave.
Calum had wanted to give him a treat after such a huge surgery.
Now, the boy barely picked at the nuggets that had come with the kid’s meal. The bandages that bound the fingers of his left hand to thick wooden splints kept them relatively straight, but Calum didn’t think it would be that hard for him to eat. Maybe he should cut the nuggets into smaller pieces.
“What’s wrong, Reiss?” he said
Reiss swallowed hard, his skinny, almost unhealthy looking body immediately starting to shiver. A line of drool slipped out of the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were locked on Calum’s straw.
Calum smiled, pushing the cup across the table and gripping the straw with one hand.
“Do you want some soda?” he asked. The kid’s meal had come with apple juice, Calum had thought that was the healthier option but Reiss could use a little sugar, something to jump start his system.
With a drawn-out, jerking honk, he pulled the straw back out, a few droplets clinging to the surface. Reiss sucked up the bit of drool that slid over his lip, eyes wide and locked onto the straw.
With just as much care, Calum slid the straw back down, and he smirked as Reiss’s thighs pulled even tighter. The straw slotted into place with a heavy thunk, and Reiss’s entire body jolted with it.
The food was completely forgotten between them, and Calum should have known that there would only be one thing on the boy’s mind after spending the week at the hospital, away from his owner and master.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” he asked.
Reiss’s eyes finally darted to his face, and Calum gave him a gracious smile. Reiss’s eyes were big and watery with fear, clearly wondering if he had done something wrong. He didn’t quite relax when he saw Calum’s face, but he did give a soft nod.
Calum grinned, yanking the straw out of the drink in one go and bringing it to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around its length and sliding it across his mouth to give it a cursory clean, threading it through his fingers and giving it a spin.
Reiss let out a strangled moan, hunching in the booth as his eyes crossed and his thighs pulled tight. He had to take a moment to breathe, panting as if he had run a marathon, and Calum had to tap the table, sliding to his feet first to signal that they weren’t just going to sit there.
It took Reiss a bit longer, gripping the table with his remaining hand before finally turning and starting the awkward shuffle out of the booth.
He moved like a fawn that hadn’t grown into its legs, knees knocking together and tripping over his own feet as he worked to get his legs out from under the table and push himself up. But that kind of was an accurate description.
His last hospital visit had been to amputate both legs right above the knees, and Reiss was still learning how to walk with the prosthetics Calum had bought for him.
It didn’t help that Calum only really let him wear them when he wanted to take Reiss out, not giving him a lot of chances or hours to practice.
The metal was nice, gleaming. Calum wanted to make his boy pretty, and no expense was spared. He had had a wonderful time on the shopping trip he took while Reiss had still been in the hospital, picking out shoes that would fit the boy’s new, fake feet. It had been a wonderful surprise when Calum had brought him back home.
Reiss wore thin shorts, bunched up around his crotch and showing off the pink-ish red lines where stitches had only recently fallen out. The tanktop he wore had its armpits stretched out long ago, and it showed off the older, long-since healed scars from his top surgery--another thing Calum had paid for and funded. It also showed off his protruding ribs and sunken stomach.
Reiss was the smallest thing.
He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes on the floor as he got ready to push himself up. He only had one hand to brace against the cracked vinyl of the booth, and that was bulked up with its own bandages anyway.
Calum made no move to help him.
Reiss trembled, pulling his knees in and tensing his thighs, the little part of his body that he still had control over. His arm was shaking as he used it to push himself up, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He kept his slinged arm curled close to his body, and then with a gasp, he managed to lock the knees of his legs and he was finally upright.
Even with his new legs, he only came up to Calum’s chest.
Calum gave him a big grin and a pat on the head, ruffling his hair hard enough that he almost sent Reiss staggering to the floor after he put so much effort into standing.
“Come on,” he said, not acknowledging the small trembling body that was shivering in his shadow. “The bathrooms are this way.”
He took off, not even bothering to glance back over his shoulder to make sure that Reiss was following him. He trusted that the boy would make it, one way or another.
The bathrooms were empty, and surprisingly clean for a fast food joint at one in the morning. Calum held the door open, tapping his foot as he waited for Reiss. It actually only took a couple moments, Reiss hobbling surprisingly fast on his gangly legs. He was using the wall as support and maybe that was why.
His skinny chest was heaving and his eyes hazy and out of focus.
As soon as he crossed the threshold of the doorway, he was throwing himself at Calum. A broken moan leaking from his lips as he used his last good hand to scrabble at his shirt and paw uselessly at the buttons. That was just a bit too complicated for his broken fingers.
Calum snorted, letting the door fall closed to give them a bit more privacy.
Reiss was so small and weak, even clawing at Calum’s chest he was easy to maneuver and push away. Calum was sure the boy would have jumped his bones if he could.
It was easy to nudge Reiss back, giving himself just enough room to step across the small space and unhook the small changing table that was attached to the wall. It locked down with a thunk, but Reiss wasn’t even paying attention, moaning and whimpering for attention as he batted at Calum’s sleeve.
“Come here,” Calum growled, gripping Reiss by the shoulders and shoving him towards the table.
It was so easy to pick up and move the boy, nearly nothing in Calum’s hands, and the thud of his body hitting the thick plastic was enough to make Calum’s cock jerk in his shorts. Reiss gasped as his fresh stitches were jostled so roughly, and his legs cocked out as he struggled to hold his balance.
His hand scrabbled against the smooth plastic, searching for something to grab onto before he crumpled.
Calum was nice enough to catch him under his arms before he fell, pulling him up and sitting his ass on the very edge of the table. He grabbed one of the vinyl straps that would normally hold a baby in place to stop it from rolling too close to the edge, and wound it around Reiss’s wrist.
With a snap, it pulled tight, dragging Reiss’s arm off to the side, and the boy gasped as he was pinned far too easily.
The toes of his sneakers twitched, squeaking on the tile as he scrambled to maintain his balance. His hips jutted out and his back was forced into an arch, as if he were presenting himself to Calum. His thighs were thrown wide, the fabric of his shorts riding up even more, showing off the pale stretch that led up to his crotch. It was soaked there, the darker spot starting to spread out slowly and making the insides of his thighs glisten.
Calum braced his hands there, feeling Reiss’s muscles tense and the prickle of goosebumps. Calum had loved the hospital gowns after first encountering them during their first hospital visit so long ago, and he bought some for around the house when he wanted easy access to Reiss’s holes.
It wasn’t hard to pull the fabric of the shorts aside, and Calum breathed deep, enjoying the musk that had built up while Reiss was at the hospital and Calum wasn’t there to wash him properly. But he drank in the sight of Reiss’s cunt even more.
The barbell piercings that connected the lips were glistening with his arousal, gleaming in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. They tugged his cunt closed, enough of them that not even fingers could slip between them to penetrate the protected hole underneath, and left Reiss denied and desperate.
His cunt could drool and drip, running down to his ass, the hole that Calum generally preferred while fucking him, but they had been having a new sort of fun.
A metal cap was tucked over Reiss’s clit, two more piercings around the base keeping it in place. It kept Reiss from rubbing at his cunt nonstop, and it also helped direct his attention downwards, to the hole that Calum was starting to develop.
Reiss’s urethra was held open by a speculum, a few more delicate piercings keeping it in place. Calum had slipped a short but wide plug into him, not wanting him to leak piss everywhere, but he knew it made Reiss’s hole tremble, over sensitive and tortured.
Reiss’s skinny thighs quivered, the metal of his prosthetics clacking against the plastic of the changing table, as Calum’s fingers dragged upwards, stopping just short of his drooling, locked cunt.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” Calum said, tapping a finger down the ladder of piercings, centimeters from Reiss’s cunt but not close enough. He pinched the small lip of the urethral plug, twisting to unlock it from the speculum and then pulling it free.
Reiss let out a strangled moan, bucking his hips up as he tried to curl forward, and a fresh gush of slick bubbled out of his cunt, oozing down to soak into his shorts.
Calum teased the entrance with a single finger, picking at the sensitive nerves and then plucking at the skin under Reiss’s clit. The metal cap meant it couldn’t be touched directly, but that just meant that the base of it was even more sensitive to Calum’s touches.
As Calum rubbed soft, gentle circles on the spot under Reiss’s clit, the gaping urethra twitched and clenched, a small stream of liquid trickling out. Calum didn’t know if it was piss or Reiss’s own arousal, but with the way the boy’s eyes rolled back and his tongue hung out he would guess it was the latter.
“Are you thinking about this slutty hole?” he said, tapping his finger over the opening. “You want me to stick a straw in here instead?”
Reiss wasn’t even able to respond, half doubled over as he tried to press his face into Calum’s chest for some sort of comfort. His arm twitched uselessly, trying to pull against the strap that held him open. His broken, mewling moans had Calum throbbing in his pants, but he wasn’t about to pull himself out in a nasty public restroom.
Besides, he liked teasing Reiss with just his fingers.
It only took a little pressure to pop the tip of his finger into Reiss’s new hole, edging it in and out and feeling the burning insides tremble. He grinned, pushing a bit deeper, listening to Reiss’s groans shift to high pitched, whimpering whines.
“This is what you wanted, hm?” he teased, grabbing a fistful of Reiss’s sweaty, greasy hair and yanking his head up, forcing him to make eye contact.
It was telling the way his urethra tightened around Calum’s finger and his cunt gushed another wave of slime. He was leaving a mess on the bathroom floor, but his body was still pumped so full of antibiotics and medication, Calum was sure he would be okay slurping it up after they had had their fun.
“All excited right from the hospital,” he said, popping his finger out and dipping lower, tracing a circle around Reiss’s quivering ass.
Reiss mewled, bucking his hips up into Calum’s hands, begging for more. Even though Calum held his head up, Reiss’s eyes were rolled back. It looked like he was barely conscious.
“Couldn’t even wait until we got home,” Calum mused, dragging his finger back up the ladder of barbell piercings, like playing the keys of an instrument that would make Reiss squeal. “Couldn’t wait one more minute without having my fingers inside of you.”
Reiss nodded his head, jerking against Calum’s hold on his hair. His hips bucked up in the same rhythm, trying to draw Calum’s fingers back to his gaping urethra.
“You see me playing with a straw and all you can think about is your slutty holes,” Calum said. He jabbed a finger against the soft pouch of Reiss’s stomach, digging his fingers down until he found the bulge of his bladder. “My little juice box.”
Reiss moaned, throat bobbing as he swallowed, eyes rolled back as he let Calum’s words soak into his brain.
“I can barely be seen in public with you,” Calum said with a sneer. “If you’re going to be constantly thinking with your holes.”
Reiss just nodded with a pathetic noise of agreement, panting with the effort it took to hump his skinny body. The hospital food was probably more flavorful than anything he had eaten in the months living with Calum, but the watery gruel Calum pumped into his stomach, while bland and meager, was packed with more energy than anything that came in typical food.
Calum brandished the straw he had taken from the table, eyeing the thin, stiff edge a moment before pinching it closed. He didn’t want to tear the delicate skin of Reiss’s cunt, even though it would probably only make the boy squirt.
“You want it so bad?” he mused, folding the straw down carefully and bringing it to Reiss’s urethra.
Reiss was babbling, drool dripping off his chin as his wide, manic eyes locked onto Calum’s hand. He pushed his cunt up, trying to meet the straw half-way as his head bobbled in a weak yes.
The first inch of the straw popped into him with no issue, but then Calum would have to let it unfold if he wanted to push it deeper. He shifted his fingers, doing his best to keep it bent over on itself, but he couldn’t catch it all as it started to open up in Reiss’s urethra.
Reiss just moaned, eyes rolling back as he let out a giggle, slumping his head on Calum’s shoulder as the straw dug further into his body.
He was barely present by the time the straw was halfway into him, and the next quarter was a fight. Calum let it fully open only two-thirds of the way into him, a good couple of inches still sticking out. As he pulled back to look over his work, and make sure nothing had torn. A bit of liquid trickled out of the end of the straw as Reiss’s tortured bladder gave up even more control.
“Better?” Calum asked.
Reiss had a dumb little smile on his face as he nodded, hips still twitched, and the straw jutted up from his crotch as if it was a cock. When Calum tugged the shorts back in place, it even pushed up on the fabric, giving Reiss a lewd tent as if a dick, albeit a small one, was hard.
He was still a little out of it as Calum unlooped the strap around his wrist, and he almost crumpled to the ground as his legs slid out from underneath him. The metal clacked against the plastic before his sneakers hit the floor, the mechanical knees locking in time so he could slump forward into Calum's arms.
"Look at this little thing," Calum said, keeping one arm under Reiss so he could poke at the bulge of the straw.
Reiss nearly yelped, hips jerking as the straw stabbed into his cunt sharply. But that didn’t stop the moan that followed, his hips immediately coming back for more.
“It’s like it’s excited to see me.”
Reiss was trembling, shaking like a leaf in the wind, barely managing to stay on his feet. He had to pause a moment before he could stumble after Calum, dragging a hand across his mouth to catch the string of drool slipping out of his mouth.
Calum strolled back into the dining area, not even having to look as he snagged another straw from the bucket next to the soda fountain and turning back towards his table.
The food had to be cold by now, but he didn't really care. He slipped back into his seat easily.
A moment later, Reiss staggered out of the hallway leading to the bathroom. The arm that was in the sling was curled tight to his body, and his other was braced against the wall so that he didn’t have to balance completely on his own.
It took him five long minutes to get back to the booth, pausing halfway to hunch over a table wheezing and struggling to catch his breath. It rattled in his lungs, sounding as wet and messy as his cunt, and Calum made a note to schedule an appointment for that issue next.
When Reiss finally made it back to the table, he was shaking even harder, and a wet spot was growing on the front of his shorts, where the straw pushed against the fabric and his piss leaked out in steady drops.
He dropped heavily into the booth with a rattled sigh, the bags under his eyes more prominent than ever. He stared blankly at his own spread of food, making no other noise than his weak breathing and the occasional whimper.
"Finish up," Calum said, tearing the paper off the new straw and grabbing his soda. "We need to head home."
Reiss managed a little nod, shakily reaching up to grab a chicken nugget in a tight fist. It was clumsy, but he brought it to his mouth, the bite that made it in mostly the breading anyway.
Calum smiled, satisfied that his little slut was eating.
He punched his straw through the hole in the top, the plastic squeaking loudly and abruptly.
With a strangled moan, Reiss's legs pulled together, eyes crossing briefly as he lurched forward. He had to cling tightly to the table as his body trembled, and Calum didn't have to look under the table to know that the wet spot on Reiss's shorts was crossing bigger by the second.
He just smiled, bringing the straw to his mouth, content knowing that Reiss's eyes were locked on his mouth as he wrapped his lips around the straw and started to suck.