Lester's Gang

Part 2 - Fire

As always, I do NOT condone what is happening in these stories. Do not read if you are triggered by extreme descriptions of pain/burning sensations.

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Dan was regretting every descision he had ever made.

It felt as if every inch of his skin was burning, it felt like it would melt off any second. He absently noticed the tears dampening the cloth around his eyes, but he barely focused on it as he focused more on the ache in all of his muscles from being in this position for so long.

His hands were tied above his head, the chain being attached to the ceiling, with his feet barely brushing the ground so that he was nearly dangling rather than standing. He had a spreader bar attached to his ankles, and another at his knees, making it impossible to close his legs.

Dan felt the man standing behind him rub more of the burning cream into his skin with gloves hands, causing him to cry out around the gag once more. He whimpered pathetically as the hands trailed lower, finishing the job and making sure every inch of exposed skin was lathered with the substance, including his limp member, dangling pathetically between his legs, showcasing just how little he was enjoying this.

He thought that would be the most of the pain, but then he felt the gloved hands cup his arse cheeks, despite the fact that he already had cream there. And then he felt a lathered finger moving closer and closer to his hole, and he immediately began struggling as he realized what was about to happen. The man slapped his side harshly to make him stop before returning to what he was doing.

Dan bit down hard on the cloth gag, his eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold. He screamed into the cloth as the cream entered him, the burning sensation becoming so much more intense there on such a sensitive part of him. He felt tears dripping faster from his eyes, his breath heaving as he felt as though his insides were on fire.

This whole situation reeked of irony, what with his screen name and all.

Dan felt the fingers sliding in and out of him quickly, using the cream as lubricant to stretch him out, sobs escaping his mouth with each thrust in.

This continued until Dan's hole was stretched enough to accomodate four fingers easily with hardly any resistance. He heard footsteps, a door opening and closing, and then quiet. The room was silent aside from Dan's whimpering and crying. He faded in and out of consciousness as exhaustion overtook him, and then pain woke him up crying again.

Dan didn't know how long he was in there, but it felt like an eternity until he heard the door open and close again. He heard footsteps and felt a hand gently run through his hair, causing him to cry out softly against the gag and try to flinch away, struggling against the restraints again.

"Now is that a way to greet the person who's gonna help you out of this?" A sultry voice Dan recognized said, causing him to stop struggling, eagerly leaning into the touch once he realized it was Phil, and not the person who put the cream on. "There we go. Such a good toy..." He murmured, gently petting Dan's hair. Dan sniffled and leaned into the touch, whimpering against the gag. He felt the spreader bars being fiddled with before they both came off, and he immediately closed his legs as much as possible.

"There we go, love. I'll get you all cleaned up, I'll get rid of the burning for you. I'm guessing you didn't like the capsaicin cream that much, huh?" Phil soothed, running a cool, wet washcloth over Dan's burning skin. Dan shook his head to indicate that no, he didn't like it at all. "It's okay, love. Your punishment will be over soon. And I'm sure you know to never disrespect me again. Isn't that right?"