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”Let’s Play A Game, Jerry”
It had been about a week since that interesting fiasco and bonding incident that happened to Rick and Jerry, Rick, needing to prove a point, had swapped their brains to show that he’s not just smart, and they both ended up with their brains as squishy pink confetti all over the garage.
When they were first healed their brains were melded, and after further melding on his and Jerry’s own accord and finally getting back to normal days later after burgering tons of aliens with Jerry, Rick just couldn’t focus.
Part of his brain had meshed with Jerrys, and he learned something he couldn’t figure out to process. He hated human needs and wants, he hated thinking about them, and hated feeling them a million times more. But there was no way to unlearn what Rick had learned: Jerry liked him.
And not just in a family way. Jerry had feelings for Rick, the family already knew Jerry was at least curious of men; no one could forget sleepy Gary, but no one knew what type of men Jerry liked, or if he liked any men currently; because why would that come up?
But apparently Jerry had a thing for older men, and seemed to find the sour, angry and sharp parts of ricks personality tolerable enough to actively like him despite the years of harassment, Jerrys brain made no sense to Rick. And Rick was going to get answers from Jerrys own lips, but he was….busy figuring it out.
Rick totally wasn’t procrastinating, and wasn’t drinking more than usual, definitely not. Rick doesn’t have feelings. Rick found himself over the next few days in a drunken blur, tinkering and setting up devices and gadgets over multiple floors in his multiple floor underground lair.
It had been about a full week of Rick hyper focused in his underground space and randomly working on smaller items in the garage, it was now night time, everyone was asleep and Rick had raided his hidden liquor cabinet, drinking directly from a large glass bottle with golden liquid in it and what looked like a miniature morty in the liquid, the tiny morty shaking around in the bottle as Rick drank without abandon.
Rick didn’t know when he was going to address the situation and a small part of him was drowning his blood cells in alien liquor to hope some random atoms in his head would make the decision for him.
Due to it being the dead of night, Rick heard easily that someone was awake and walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, Rick, blasted, stumbled into the house to see who it was.
Who ever it was nervously stopped moving as the room went silent, but Rick walked into the kitchen anyways, finding a surprised Jerry standing at the fridge with the door open, the fridge light illuminating his nervous and sleepy expression.
“H-hey Rick, just- just uh- just getting a drink!”
Rick furrowed his brow and shoved his hands into his lab coat, wobbling drunkenly side to side as he sized up Jerry.
“Just-urp-jus who I was lookn for.”
Rick slurred his words as he walked over to Jerry and closed the fridge door, grabbing onto Jerrys arm with a limp hand.
“C-come with-ugh-with me, got something in-in the garage.”
Jerry arched an eyebrow at Rick, confused.
“To drink?”
Rick smirked, starting to head to the garage with Jerry in tow..
“Y-yeah, definitely bud-ugh-buddy.”
Rick was only half lying, he did have something perfect for this situation, he guided Jerry inside the garage space and closed the door to the inner house, leading him to a corner and opening the hatch that went down to his hidden levels, gesturing to Jerry to enter.
Jerry, tired and confused, just followed ricks instructions, climbing down into the first floor, followed by Rick who swayed on his feet as he walked past Jerry to a small fridge hidden in the space, bringing out a green drink in a glass bottle.
A special mixture made from the plants summer had to tend to often on the very same floor.
Rick handed the drink to Jerry, watching him closely as he crossed his arms in amused focus.
“Dr-drink it, it’s-ugh-it’s good.”
Jerry didn’t know why he instinctively listened to Rick but he did, opening the bottle and placing it to his lips to drink. Taking a swallow his eyes widened, it actually didn’t taste horrible, it tasted like berries and honey and grass in a smoothie form.
“Huh, th-thanks that wasn’t too bad- what wa——“
Before Jerry finished his question the room was spinning fast and he was unconscious before he could even call out to Rick for aid or an answer, slumping to the ground.
Rick went over the Jerry and hooked his hands under his armpits and slid his arms into place and dragged jerry from behind, his legs dragging as Rick grumbled in annoyance and went to the elevator and shoved Jerry in, hitting a button to go to the desired level and looking down at Jerry’s unconscious form slumped in the elevator.
He was going to make Jerry admit it, and then make Jerry regret his decision. Let’s see if Jerry still likes him after the end of his game.
The elevator dinged and the door opened as Rick dragged Jerry into the room. The room looked like a bathroom but with no
Toilets, random drains in the floor, but there were two thick metal rings drilled and anchored into the ground.
Rick dragged Jerry over to the area with the metal anchors, putting his unconscious form between them, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two sets of high tech looking handcuffs. These were made with special tech and made by Rick himself, he adjusted it so the cuffs had a longer reach and cuffed one side of the cuff to the floor, and reached for Jerry, pulling him over by his arm and slapping one cuff onto one wrist.
Random huffs of exertion as Rick adjusted Jerrys form and attached the second pair of high tech cuffs to Jerry’s wrist before clicking it to floor.
Jerry was now in an awkward crumpled position with each hand tethered to the ground, Rick standing back to admire the image before leaving the room and entering the elevator to go to a separate floor.
Jerry groaned as he slowly began to wake up, his body hurt, and as he came to he realized he was awkwardly scrunched and laying on limbs in ways that didn’t make sense, he managed to wiggle and writhe into a sitting position, about to try and get up further as he jerked in place, realizing he was restrained by his hands which were firmly cuffed to odd metalwork on the floor.
“Uh-um? Hell-hello?”
Jerry asked out, confused and slightly frightened, he had just been with Rick, and Rick gave him a drink so he could go back to bed; but before Jerry could finish the drink he was unconscious; wait; did Rick drug him?
Jerry shook his head in denial, jerking angrily at his cuffs, wincing as the metal dug into his soft wrists.
“Ow ow ow— hello?!”
Jerry whined in discomfort and demanded the empty space to address him.
A weird static crackle before a voice spoke all around the room; Rick’s voice.
“Hello jer-urp-Jerry~ let’s-let’s play a-ugh-a gaaaame!”
Jerrys eyes widened, looking around him in disbelief.
“Rick? What-what’s going on?”
Ricks voice, slurred but serous, spoke over the hidden speakers in the room.
“Your-ugh-your cuffs are lie-ugh-lie de-tecting tech. Also when you-ugh when you take to l-luh-long to answer ; it zaps you!”
Jerry began to yank frantically at his cuffed hands, the metal clinking loudly in the empty room.
“Uh-w-what the fuck?!”
“Now!” Ricks voice over the speakers.
“What’s your-ugh-your name?”
“Uhhh-Jerry smith?” Jerry answered in a stupefied tone.
“Good. Needs-ugh-needs your truth-ugh-truth baseline.”
Jerry heard some odd beeping from each cuff on each hand, unable to help from staring at the tech before he was distracted by ricks voice around him again.
“Now- are you-ugh-you straight?”
Jerrys face flushed red, why did he need to answer that?
A tiny stinging zap through his wrists.
“Ow!”
“Ans-ugh-answer!”
Jerry, feeling hot and confused, spoke with a shaky cadence.
“N-n-no….I’d-is say uh….uh…. Bi-curious?”
Another small zap as Jerry tried to yank his body away.
“Okay-okay ow! Bisexual!”
Rick smirked to himself before speaking over the intercom.
“Actively?”
“Uh…..no?”
Another small zap, Jerry red faced, yanking in defiance on his restraints, his head awhir.
“/truth/ please.”
Jerry thought hard. Why would it say he’s lying? He hasn’t done anything since sleepy Gary and that was a while ago, suddenly Jerry remembered; the Jerry daycare. He went to experiment with another Jerry after becoming curious due to Beth and space Beth’s fiasco.
Oh. Oh no. He did not want to admit that. That’s embarrassing, so much so that Jerry couldn’t answer, eyes watering to the point a tiny tear fell.
“I-uh….”
A harder zap, this one making Jerry jerk and freeze for a second before all his muscles relaxed at once from the electrical waves, his eyes wide as his thoughts flowed like a torrential rain, flash flooding his senses, so much shame, please don’t make him say it.
“Truth, why-why so shy?”
Jerrys eyes shut hard, so tight he could feel it in his jawbones.
“Y-yes, only one-once.”
Rick was curious and biting his inner lip in anticipation.
“Who?”
Jerry felt feverish. Don’t make him say it. Please don’t. Ask another question. Jerry didn’t want to admit it, it felt shameful, like no one could possibly like Jerry but himself, that Jerry was too weak and shy and suave-less that he couldn’t even get a random hookup; and had to interact with a different dimension version of himself.
Im so pathetic.
Jerry thought, unable to stop as a few tears fell, this was just pulling Rick deeper and deeper into focus, red faced and crying, and very little had happened, this night was going to be rewarding, well, at least for Rick.
Another zap as Jerry had taken too long to answer, hissing hard between his teeth, sniffling and yanking hard on his cuffs once more, cursing and kicking his feet.
“Come on-ugh-on!”
Jerry shook his head. No. He. He just couldn’t.
Another shock, even stronger this time; Jerry locking in place as all his muscles were forced to flex and contract against his will before he slumped from the sudden muscle tension loss, gasping.
“FUCK! F-fuck…”
Jerry began openly sobbing, the shame was a snake with scales of ice, cold, tense, he didn’t want to, but between his blubbering he answered, keeping his eyes closed as tears flowed down his cheeks.
“It—i—…. It was a j-Jerry.”
Rick couldn’t help but laugh to himself before activating the speaker and speaking to Jerry from his unseen place.
“Fucking-really? What-ugh-what did you do?”
Jerrys head felt like it had been dipped in molted lead, hot, heavy.
“We….we just uh—-just kissed…”
A scream filled the air as Jerry was shocked again, Jerry cursing, hiccuping and sniffling back snot from his crying, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and pain, panting from the exertion the shocks caused.
“Pl-please…..stop…”
“I don’t-ugh-don’t control this- you do. Just-ugh-just be honest.”
“I…. I uh…. I gave him a bl-blowjob…”
Rick was watching Jerry, unable to help the nearly giddy feeling every time jerry jerked, feeling his stomach squirm in excitement from his red face and tears of shame.
“Really? You’re-ugh-your first?”
“Yes.”
“Did he-ugh-did he like it?”
“He came s-so I guess yes?”
“Did you-ugh-you swallow?”
Hesitation from Jerry as he bit the inside of his cheek. Why does Rick care? Why does he have to admit this?
Jolting hard, back arching and hands roughly jerking against his cuffs as Jerry shrieked, electrocuted again by ricks high tech cuffs.
“OW! Ow, I—“
A few loud sobs and deep breaths, Jerrys face wet with tears.
“I did-I did…”
This made something stir inside of Rick. He had gotten more salacious information than expected, and hadn’t even gotten to the main final question.
A hand went to squeeze his own knee as he leaned forward, grabbing the microphone and activating the button that projected it into the room where Jerry was.
“Did-did you like it?”
Jerry was sniffling, his head a buzz, he felt oddly tired, like he had been running, the electric stimulation of his muscles from the random shock’s exhausted him in a way he hadn’t felt before.
Jerry wasn’t able to process fast enough to answer in a timely fashion, so the cuffs shocked him, screaming as he kicked his legs again in pain and from minor convulsions. Jerrys eyes wide and gasping as his muscles relaxed again.
“Y-yes!” A few loud sniffles “yes….”
Rick smirked, seems about time to start the in person conversation. He reached into his pocket for a small remote and clicked it, deactivating the cuffs for now as Rick got up and entered the elevator, riding to the level where Jerry was and exiting the elevator.
A beautiful sight. Jerry panting loudly from stress and exertion, wet face reflecting the lights, eyes swollen from tears, eyes that showed humiliation and confusion as Jerry stared at Rick, and Rick stared right back as he walked up to Jerry who was sitting on his bottom with each hand cuffed to the floor beside him.
An odd glaze over ricks eyes as he slowly reached to undo his fly, keeping eye contact with Jerry, Jerry wide eyed, Rick looked intense. Rick reached into his open fly and pulled himself out, Jerry in disbelief as rick looked down at him with his cock in his hand, it was soft, but easily six inches, Jesus, what did that grow to?
“Uh…..rick?”
“On-on your knees Jerry.”
Jerry didn’t know why, but he compiled, directly at eye level with ricks quickly swelling cock, slightly entranced as he watched it swell lightly, lengthen and perk upwards. And it was absolutely huge.
“Um?”
Rick smiled down at Jerry, stroking himself as he noticed Jerry staring at ricks cock as if it was a Christmas present half the size of the Christmas tree itself.
“Let’s see how-ugh-how much you like-ugh-like mine~”
Rick spoke softly to Jerry as he stepped forward, cock in hand, to slowly run the wide pronounced head against Jerrys lips, tracing jerrys lips teasingly before pressing against his mouth.
“Open.”
An obedient Jerry opened his mouth, making an odd sound as his lips spread over rick, he had to open his mouth all the way, and it was almost uncomfortable, since this wasn’t his first blowjob, he instinctively relaxed, so now his mouth just felt stuffed, not near dislocation, Jerry grunting softly as he exhaled through his nose while Rick slowly pushed his length into Jerrys mouth inch by inch, admiring how despite ricks size Jerry wasn’t struggling too hard.
“Hmm… seems you-ugh-you practiced well, Jerry~”
Cooing in a heated saccharine tone, one of ricks hands seeking Jerrys loose brown waves as his fingers ran through his hair before grasping onto him firmly from the roots, pushing Jerrys head forward, groaning in approval, Jerry feeling his insides squirm, his cheeks on fire, feeling like he might float away, groaning into ricks cock as he felt himself twitch and strain awake in his own pants, whining in response to the discomfort, unable to do anything due to his hands being firmly cuffed to the floor.
Rick had his eyes closed in blissful focus, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, steadily thrusting into Jerrys mouth, moaning as he felt Jerry wrapping his tongue around his cock, unable to help as he pulled lightly at Jerry’s hair, shuddering and panting as he felt Jerry actively working him, sucking, moving his tongue, he definitely had practice, and Rick, normally one to try and stay steely even in sex, was moaning audibly, his other hand going to copy his hand in Jerrys hair, grasping him with both hands on the back of the head by his hair.
Groaning, breathing through his nose, Jerry focused on Rick, pulling lightly at his hand restaints from the pressure in his stomach and the straining against his slacks, feeling his stomach flutter as if he was on a roller coaster, moaning in pleasure into ricks cock as Rick began to thrust fast, roughly guiding Jerrys head with both hands, soft brunette locks between his fingers, pulling hard on Jerrys hair, gasping lightly, Rick was close already.
Rick started to push himself into Jerrys mouth harder, trying to get as deep as he could, noting ricks adjustment and the hot pulsing cock in his mouth moving back and forth even faster; Jerry relaxed his jaw and throat as much as he could, sensing Rick was most likely cumming soon.
Rick pulled harder at Jerry’s hair, thrusting hard and deep before shoving Jerrys head hard against his pelvis, groaning and gasping, cursing as he came, shooting his load straight down Jerrys throat.
“FUCKING——! Ah….fuck!”
Shuddering and gently running his hands through Jerrys hair, Rick held Jerry in place for a moment before leaning back and stepping away slightly, watching as he slid his cock out of Jerrys mouth, saliva dripping from Jerrys lips, Jerry swallowing before coughing lightly.
Rick just looked down at Jerry, his eyes greedily eating up the image infront of him, stepping back for a better look at Jerry, cuffed to the floor, mouth wet with saliva, panting breathless from how hard he had worked Rick, Rick smirking to himself as he saw that Jerry was erect, a small wet spot where Jerry has managed to leak enough precum for it to be noticeable. A surge of eagerness, adjusting his focus as Rick stayed infront of Jerry, reaching into his lab coat and finding the remote to turn the cuffs back on and re-activated them.
Standing a few feet from Jerry, taking his cock in his hand again, gently stroking himself, his eyes digging directly into Jerrys.
“It’s li-ugh-live again: Truth-truth or else, and-ugh-and y’know the deal- quick-ugh-quickly.”
Jerry looked worried at the knowledge the high tech cuffs were live again, wondering what Rick could possibly want to ask him now, and why was he questioning him in the first place? Jerrys sudden nerves meant his erection lessened lightly, now more so at half mast, too much blood flow in his worrying head to go elsewhere.
While gently stroking himself, already hard again, Rick kept his domineering gaze on Jerry.
“Have you-ugh-you had any gay fan-ugh-fantasies recently?.”
Jerrys face became redder, a nervous whine from deep in his chest. What the hell is with these questions?!
“Uh——“
Too slow. Jerry locked up as the cuffs shocked him, the voltage had increased since the last shock, and the stimulation so much he couldn’t vocalize when the waves ran through, just violently jerking into a strained arch and convulsing lightly before the wave stopped and released all his muscles at once, Jerry gasping loudly as if he had held his breath for minutes.
“Ah……fuck…… ah……ah…….”
Too dazed to respond fast enough for the tech’s algorithm Jerry triggered another shock from his cuffs as he gasped loudly and jolted and yanked against the very cuffs shocking him, pressing them deeper, jerry could have swore he felt his bones buzzing, gasping and coughing full volume when the shockwave stopped.
Rick, pupils blown, stared at Jerry, his own stomach squirming and flipping at the way Jerry jerked and gasped, and how weak he was. On his knees, bound to the floor, half lidded eyes that gazed up at the tall scientist in a mixture of pain and wonder, with a faint gloss to his eyes, noticing that Jerrys pupils were wide, Rick still slowly stroking himself as he watched Jerry.
“Hurry and-ugh-and answer, bud.”
Rick warned jerry, if jerry gets too defiant or too ditsy he will just keep making the cuffs shock him more and more. And they increased in voltage after every three shocks.
Jerry groaned, trying to find his voice, his head hanging in a stupor, leaning back in a dazed delirium.
“Any gay fantasies re-ugh-recently?”
Rick asked again incase the shocks had wiped Jerrys head too much, jerry shook his head, unable to control himself as he lied.
“N-no.”
A zapping sound as jerry pulled back hard against his cuffs, it felt like his brain had detached at the spinal cord and flipped inside his skull, the electric waves shooting up his arms, towards his center chest, up out of his head, his muscles locking, writhing with each wave.
Rick couldn’t take his eyes off Jerry, his thrashing was captivating, like watching fireworks, and Rick wanted more lights. More sparkle. He began to stroke himself faster, biting at his inner lip, deep even breathing as his presence radiated infront of jerry, speaking in a firm tone.
“Truth, Jerry.”
Jerry started to sniffle, feeling his eyes well with tears as he finally found his voice.
“Y-yes…”
Rick nodded in approval of Jerrys honesty, his mind preparing for the next final two questions of the first level as he kept stroking himself at a steady medium pace, his brain drinking in the scene like a camel at a desert oasis.
“Who-who was it about?”
Rick asked as he kept lazily jacking himself off, more focused on Jerry than what his hand was doing. Jerry felt hot, his head compressed with the pressure of humiliation and confusion.
He thought to himself. His stomach sinking into a deep pool of icy hot as his brain told him the answer to the question: Rick.
His recent fantasies had been about his father in law. It felt like someone had tied an anchor around his throat and thrown him over board: his voice gone, falling from lucidity deeper and deeper into the frigid deep waters of shame and denial.
Stuck too long in denial, Jerry had triggered the cuffs again, gasping in shock as waves shot though his arms and his whole body, his hands instinctively trying to tear away from their restraints, just yanking the conducting metal deeper into the flesh, his wrists actively stinging even after the waves passed and Jerry’s body stopped locking and contorting, tears flowing from his eyes as he panted from the exertion of the electric stimulation.
Rick was panting lightly, he knew the answers to every question, and watching Jerry struggle to answer as if his tongue was eaten, watching him thrash and cry in denial as he lied, Jerry was just letting this happen.
He could muster up some courage and answer bluntly and quickly and make this end; but he chose to only answer after torture, he rather just suffocate in shame than admit it, and these facts added to the panting, crying and writhing before him of the man on his knees was driving Rick quickly up that hill.
Still stroking himself, watching Jerry suffer at his own choices; trying to focus on Jerry, not wanting to finish quite yet, lips parted as he stared Jerry down, Jerry unable to help himself as he randomly found his eyes staying on ricks cock in his hand, watching him stimulate himself, it caused a deep stirring in Jerry that made him completely forget about the situation and strain against his slacks until he was rudely reminded.
Jerry jerked back and gasped as he arched violently, the cuffs clattering as Jerry fell back and yanked them upwards, pulling on the cuffs with all his might, his reactions only making the cuffs dig hard into the layers of flesh and send waves deeper and deeper, it felt like his radius and other arm bones were tingling and burning under the layers of muscle that contracted against their will.
Gasping, eyes in a daze, Jerry felt dizzy, and a deep pressure and tickling sensation, groaning from the pleasure and pressure, confused, literally short circuited.
Rick who had been infront of Jerry stimulating himself to the predicament he was in, couldn’t help but groan as he noticed that Jerry was at full mast, and seemed almost out of it. He quickly found himself unable to hold back anymore, stroking himself hard and fast, panting and groaning under his breath as he stepped a bit closer to Jerry, who’s head was currently hanging in a daze.
“Look at-look at me.”
Rick commanded and Jerry couldn’t help but instinctively look at Rick as he spoke, Rick groaning as he stroked himself, quick and erratic, aiming at Jerry’s face as he hit his second orgasm, his cock twitching in his hand, his eyes fluttering, his head blissfully clear, looking down at Jerry and seeing he managed to land his load on Jerrys cheek, and it was dripping down his face, a few large drops landing on the collar of his shirt. Beautifully disgusting.
Both Rick and Jerry had gotten caught up in the moment and forgotten about the cuffs which did not forget their programming and shocked Jerry again for not answering the question asked, Rick’s eyes widening a bit, okay, maybe /that one/ was his fault, he did kind of distract Jerry, Rick chuckled nervously, unable to help the random surges he felt watching Jerry thrash at the currents radiating from the cuffs, Jerry wasn’t crying much anymore, and was more so just in a daze from all the voltage he had endured so far.
“Now, who-who was it Jerry? Your fantasy?”
Rick looked down at Jerry as he put himself back into his pants, zipping his fly as he crosses his arms, looking at Jerry expectant.
“Focus Jerry; ans-ugh-answer before you loose the-the last of your-urp-your brain cells bud.”
Rick snapped his fingers at Jerry.
Jerry groaned and rolled his head, barely able to register what was happening, his train of thought slow and shaky and numb, the electric currents having done significant work on his sensitive brain.
He managed to register what was happening, Rick was asking him who his recent fantasy was about, and Jerry may have been fading, but he still had enough shame and doubt to hesitate on his answer despite it being visible to Rick that he wanted to speak to avoid the next shock.
It looked like he might speak before he suddenly locked up and convulsed, too much time had passed and the cuffs triggered again, his eyesight blurring, all his muscles contracting, straining, mouth open in a silent scream before his muscles suddenly relaxed and Jerry slumped forward, gasping deeply, groaning as he weakly leaned forward.
“Fuuuuuck…. Ah……fucking——“
“Hurry and ans-ugh-answer it’s going to ugh-up the volts soon!”
Jerrys barely aware head processed that as his eyes shot open wide and he looked at Rick, eyes pleading, panicked, Rick rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket and grabbed the remote, turning off the cuffs.
“Hurry and-ugh-and answer, /now/.”
Jerry nodded; collecting the few brain cells he could and Rick got closer to him, crouching down to look at Jerry, a wild expression in his eyes.
“Now. Who-ugh-who were you fantasizing about?”
Jerrys skin felt hot, lips parted, panting with his pulse erratic, pulling at his hands chained to the ground, feeling that tight icy hot wave of shame again, he doesn’t want to tell the truth, but he needs to, or else Rick will let the cuffs shock him again.
About to speak, Jerry closed his eyes, Rick, deep in his headspace, smacked Jerry square on the cheek, his tone firm and sounding nearly fed up.
“Look. At. Me.”
Jerry opened his eyes, his face stinging, his cheek red where Rick had slapped him, whining, Rick had the remote in his hand, threateningly waving it at Jerry, reminding him of what was waiting if he made this difficult, Jerry was starting to cry, the shame devouring him, he didn’t, he couldn’t say it, he can’t—
Rick was beginning to loose patience, the locusts that were his sadism needed more crops to devour and this barren field wasn’t yielding to him. He grabbed Jerrys face firmly by his chin, his eyes manic.
“Now, the-the thruth Jerry.”
Jerrys heart in his throat, he felt so far away, but the firm grasp, steely gaze and alchohol scented breath inches from his face made him focus, his stomach felt full of electric eels. Tingling, dropping, flipping, squirming, pressure, hot, neon hot, it feels like he would explode and burn impossibly bright like thermite.
Feeling like he was a million miles away, forced to stare at his father in laws face and answer him, he could have sworn his skin was melting.
“Y-you….about-about you…”
There we go. It felt like Rick was a pharaoh being shown the schematics for a pyramid In his name, it felt like the area around him had no gravity. He was a floating, sparkling northern star that this messy brunette before him had decided to follow; but there was no messiah here.
Just a mad scientist who didn’t accept a world that resisted him in any way and didn’t know how to process or accept the bulk of emotions, that’s a human (and neurotypical) thing, which he can’t (and won’t) allow.
Jerry was entranced by the intense, crazed expression Rick had as he studied him close, Rick staring into his soul as he held his face taught in his hand. Rick was seeking the energy of his misguided devotion, he wanted to both make Jerry regret his feelings and never be able to forget Rick; ever.
He would either become a victim or a devotee tonight. And ricks mind shook violently on a cellular level at the possibilities.
Rick now stood back, one final step, unable to hide his smile as he turned the cuffs back on, Jerrys eyes wide as he knew that meant he had to answer truthfully and fast or risk more electrical work.
Rick smirked at the sudden fear on his face, Jerry realizing his situation with ease at the sight of the remote being clicked on. Jerry just stared wide eyed at Rick, waiting for the question.
“Jerry—do you-ugh-you like me~?”
Ricks voice taunting, melodic, it stuck in Jerrys ears, echoing into his head.
Jerry shook his head.
“N-no , well, just as family!”
Whoops. Wrong answer. The cuffs had adjusted to the next level of voltage and had gotten set off by jerry lying, shooting multiple flashes of currents up through the brunettes body through his arms and wrists, jerry falling back completely this time, convulsing on the floor, pulling against as the cuffs, random clattering as his body moved and flexed on its own, Jerry gasping and groaning and sputtering on the floor, his legs bent awkwardly as he had fallen back from being on his knees.
Rick was bemused, nearly bewildered; jerry knew this would happen if he lied, and he lied anyways, he chose to surrender to his flagellation than admit the truth, but Rick wanted, no; needed, to make this man admit it.
Then Jerry was going to regret his decision. Rick doesn’t do fluffy human affection. He doesn’t do dates. He’s not going to cuddle Jerry on the couch, he’s going to be a cruel, dismissive god who makes no sense.
He was going to drown Jerry in the river styx, being him back to life, then turn him into his own personal Atlas. To bear the weight of the totality of Rick.
Ricks ego is infinite and his his lessers upkeep it with their groveling, begging, brown nosing, and at times; even their whole lives. And Jerry was going to learn this lesson, slowly, over hours.
And this current sight; absolutely perfect, Rick felt like grabbing at and ripping his own clothes, so much energy and ravenous excitement stirring inside of him, Jerry on his back, out of his mind from the erratic waves effect on his nervous system , eyes unable to focus, looking like Jerry would pass out any second.
Rick walked closer to Jerry, kicking at his oddly bent legs so they stretched out and Jerry was flat on his back, Jerry grunting and gasping as he tried to collect his mind, unable to grasp at enough brain cells.
Rick stood over Jerry, standing with Jerrys legs between his, Jerry flat on his back, Rick’s eyes mad with floods of emotions, open wide, pupils predatorily huge abyssal pools waiting to drag Jerry down into the waters of ricks mind, his arms crossed, he moved his foot to rest on one of Jerrys thighs and began to slowly step on him, his voice becoming oddly stable.
“Truth. Or else, /Jerry/.”
The tone of voice dragged jerry into his brain enough to turn his head away from ricks lecherous gaze, his skin hot in a mixture of shame and a feeling jerry was too afraid to admit. The sight of Rick fully over him, a towering cosmic figure with eyes the definition of madness, but all of his godly focus, and fury, was on Jerry.
And a part of Jerry was loving this. All he wants is attention. To be seen. Be known. Be the center of focus. Even if he’s seen as nothing more than an experiment. Under ricks white hot gaze, he would accept anything. But he would never admit to this. He doesn’t want to accept that he would do anything for attention- no- anything for /Rick/.
The foot on his thigh, Rick above him, his brain was broiling, steaming cauldron. Jerry unable to help as his lips parted and he breathed audibly, feeling himself stir erect again and strain against the fabric of his pants.
Rick was in a perfect position to witness Jerrys shame twisting him alert and aroused under ricks foot, a sneer on his face, his own stomach a buzz with wasps, he was not going to stop now that he’s stung Jerry a few times.
Rick quickly reached into his pocket and turned the live electrical cuffs off before stepping down harder on Jerrys thigh with his foot.
“What? You fucking-you fucking like this?”
Rick felt himself twitching in his trousers as he watched all of Jerrys shame, Jerry keeping his head turned and eyes shut the whole time, unable to help the groan he emitted, pulling at his cuffs and clattering them as he instinctually tried to cover his mouth to hide his shame.
“There’s no getting away from me /now/ Jerry~”
Ricks cadence was nearly proud, he had made more discoveries that he had planned and it was coaxing him to do his absolute worse to the younger man benethe him.
Rick began to twist his foot on Jerrys thigh as if he was ashing a cigarette with his shoe, Jerry pulling at his restraints, his skin on fire.
“R-Rick…Rick stop…”
Rick only responded by stepping harder on Jerrys thigh, tsk-ing in annoyance.
“You’re the one in cuffs, erect, laying the the floor under my fucking feet- you think you have any say here?”
Rick wasn’t stuttering or slurring much anymore, he head unbelievably clear and locked into a sharp focus. He was going to squish this little bug and enjoy every second.
Jerry whined in defeat, his erection never lessening even as Rick stepped on him harder, suddenly he felt ricks foot remove itself and he couldn’t help but look over as he saw Rick step in closer and slowly lift his foot and hover it right above Jerrys twitching, fully clothed cock.
Jerrys eyes were wide as he gasped in preparation and worry as Rick rested his foot against Jerrys erection, the bottom of his shoe pressing down into Jerrys every growing embarrassment, Rick leering as he watched how Jerry responded, and how his erection never lessened despite ricks actions, Rick began to step down on Jerry again, Jerry actually groaning in discomfort for once.
“Rick——“
Rick twisted his foot as if stepping on a cigarette again, pulling a few hisses and whines from Jerry. But Rick kept twisting his ankle, pressing down lightly, entranced at the fact Jerry was so responsive to nothing more than ricks shoe and being in physical contact with him.
Jerry unable to help as he groaned, his dick twitching, his stomach fluttering and flipping, his face warm, unable to stop as he found himself rocking against ricks foot, eyes half shut in pleasure.
Rick was seeking out more and more reactions from Jerry, he stopped his cigarette ashing movements and began to focus on just running the underside of his shoe up and down Jerrys clothed erection, biting his inner lip as Jerrys moans and gasps echoed through the room.
“You really like me this much? Or are you just a pervert~?”
That same taunting musical tone that shook Jerrys brain earlier, Jerry groaning under ricks foot, Rick slowed his footwork to a stop and stood back, Jerry sitting up slightly to look at Rick in desperation and confusion.
Rick reached into his pocket and pulled out the cuff remote again and activated them, holding the tiny remote between his fingers like a cigarette in a laziefair gesture.
“Do you like me, Jerry~?”
Rick waved his hand with the tiny remote in it.
“Y’know deal, just answer truthfully. And quick, it’s live.”
Jerrys eyes were wide as if he had just opened the ark of the covenant. He was craving closeness with Rick, wanted to avoid those shocks, but he was struggling to pull the words out.
Rick watched closely at Jerry’s frantic expression, Jerry beginning to stutter, looking at Rick but avoiding eye contact.
“I-I I um—“
Too late, you would have thought Jerry would have learned to let go of that shame and just admit what Rick wanted to hear. What he knew without doubt. What he wanted to torture Jerry with. Jerry jolted and fell back again, his back arching, shuddering, muscles locking tight, his breath catching in his throat as waves shot deep and fast through his body, his muscles were tautly constricting, and relaxed just as hard as they contracted, all at once.
Much to Jerry’s horror and ricks perverse delight, Jerry felt a hot wet feeling spreading across his crotch, the wetness turned from wet, to soaked, to drenched as Jerrys bladder released itself in totality. His cock was still slightly erect, pressing firm against the fabric of his pants, which meant as his bladder emptied there was a small brief visible stream of his shame on full view as his muscles relaxed too hard, too fast.
Jerry groaned loudly and starting crying, his pants quickly turning cold, the wet fabric obscenely clinging to his skin, the wetness making the fabric weaker meant that jerrys still shamefully present erection was very, very visible, outlined boldly by the wet fabric.
Sniveling, closing his legs together tightly in embarrassment, Jerry had officially broken, his accident was the damn breaking and all his hidden shame springing forth at once, there was no need to fear shame anymore when your chained to the ground and have wet yourself like a defeated animal.
Jerry spoke, his head twisting in humiliation, closing his eyes as hot tears streamed down his face, his legs crossed tight, desperate to hide his soiled clothes.
“Yes…yes Rick…. Yes I….yes I like…I like you….”
This confession, Jerry dripping in tears and snot, pants beyond wet, pulling at his cuffs, stuck in place, stuck in his shame.
Rick went super nova. He quickly turned the remote off again and threw it to the side. The electric cuffs deactivated but still acting as normal binds as Rick closed the space between them, bending down into a crouch, grabbing Jerrys wet face and kissing him hard, growling into Jerrys mouth as his lips moved firm and steady against his.
Jerry whined in brief confusion before surrendering and kissing Rick back, moaning as he relaxed, letting his legs fall into a relaxed position instead of aggressively crossed, gasping loudly as he felt as his cold wet cock was grabbed through his pants, Rick moving his lips to Jerry’s neck, whispering in his ear.
“You’ve made a mess, Jerry~”
Jerry, open mouth panting, moaning in ricks ear. “I’m sorry…”
Rick began to kiss and gnaw on Jerrys neck, making him moan loudly as he gave his clothed erection a few palming strokes, pulling back from Jerry suddenly, making eye contact with Jerry as he licked his hand he was grabbing Jerrys wet crotch with, a devious glisten in his eyes as he licked his whole hand from the base of his palm to his finger tips, eyes locked with Jerry as Rick tasted the salted dampness on his hand.
“Well, Jerry….”
Rick spoke as he reached down with his hand, undoing his fly and pulling himself out again, his cock already erect, holding it in his hand as he adjusted his position infront of Jerry, aiming himself.
“Let’s rinse you off~”
Jerry arched an eyebrow and before he could ask anything he watched, wide eyed and bewildered as a thick stream of pale golden fluid sprayed like a hose from the tip of ricks cock— directly onto Jerrys already soaked crotch and still obscenely present erection.
The pressure from ricks stream sent an odd shiver down jerrys spine as he couldn’t help but moan audibly, panting wide eyed as Rick released a steady stream in direct contact of Jerrys crotch.
“Ahhhhh~ fuuck—-?”
Pleasure and utter denial at the situation, Jerry couldn’t hold back his groaning and panted words of disbelief, Rick had been drinking heavily all night, and it was a good 20 seconds long, which felt unimaginably long, and it disgusted Jerry by how much it sexually stimulated him.
Jerry was red and panting, unable to look at Rick, whining to himself, pressing his hips forward against his sopping pants, his eyes fluttering lightly, pulling at his cuffs. His insides were squirming again, why was he reacting like this? This is so gross.
Confused and defeated Jerry just sat there, panting and unable to look in ricks direction, Rick’s eyes stuck on Jerry, the inside of his mind full of all the things he was going to do, and things he could add into the long night he had planned, a responsive submissive who was so easy to break was a nuclear power cell.
Rick stepped forward, licking one of his canines as he reached towards Jerry with his foot, slowly stepping on his sopping crotch.
“Seems you’re still /dirty/ Jerry.”
Ricks voices hauntingly clear, sending waves of nerves through Jerry, who couldn’t help but groan as Rick slowly stepped on his still very visible erection.
Rick began to slowly run his shoe up and down Jerrys soiled crotch, grinning as Jerry began to groan and pant from the contact, pulling at his restraints, why couldn’t he get his body to stop? This situation is so…. Weird. Why can’t Jerry get out of his head?
Groaning slipping into more active moaning, Jerry unable to help as he began to rock against ricks shoe again, Rick suddenly stepping back, hands sliding into his pockets as he looked down at Jerry with a tilted head, almost mockingly.
“Keep moving your hips, Jerry.”
Jerry felt his ears go hot. He was confused at the request and unable to focus with the storm inside of him, stirred by the global warming of ricks unique and unstable brain.
“Grind against yourself.”
A calm and guiding tone, rick feeling his insides stirring as he pulled his flask from his pants pocket and took a drink while keeping his gaze on Jerry. Jerry, letting out a whine of surrender began to rock his hips back and forth, pushing his wet erection firm against his ruined pants, unable to help as he began to pant lightly, Rick was watching Jerry grinding against his piss soaked pants, unable to help himself as he let out an amused and aroused groan.
“That’s right, I want you to cum from nothing more that my gaze and your own filth~”
ricks eyes on him, his stomach was flipping, his pulse heavy and loud in his ears, the swirling of arousal and shame made Jerry whine and snivel weakly between his pants and faint groaning, rocking his hips slowly.
Rick, reaching into a different pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and spoke as he casually placed it between his lips.
“Faster Jerry.”
He stated curtly as he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and clicked on the flame, putting it to the end of the cigarette and inhaling
Jerry groaned but his deeply shocked and empty brain found itself responding to ricks words and grinding his hips faster, groaning as his rock hard erection rubbed against the inside of his wet pants, it felt so weird to grind against himself in his cold wet pants, the coldness somehow made Jerry remember how gross this situation is, but ricks gaze and a hidden part of Jerry felt that hot shame turn into a deep, warm pulling.
Rick, watching with a fierce focus, held his breath for a moment before exhaling smoke, just standing before Jerry, watching him, feeling himself twitching in his own pants as he watched Jerry rutting in filth like a greedy little pig.
“Come on- faster.”
Ricks eyes wild as he inhaled from the still lit cigarette now between his fingers, exhaling smoke directly into Jerrys face with a satisfied expression as Jerry began to moan a bit louder and rock his hips faster, pulling at his restraints from all the pressure building fast inside of him, the smoke from Rick was like incense in a forbidden church, swirling around him, tickling his face as he looked at Rick with an aroused and manic expression.
So much attention on him. His head so blissfully silent now as he looked at Rick with a lidded gaze, rocking his hips fast as he grinding against his own pants, his gaze dripping in stimulus, Rick inhaling from his cigarette and blowing it in Jerrys face again as he spoke.
“Cum for me.”
Jerry felt his stomach flip and tremble at ricks words, moaning loudly as he felt his cock twitching as he rocked as hard as he could, groaning, lips parted, inhaling faint wisps of smoke from ricks lips, fuzzy, tingling, he wanted Rick, but doing what Rick asks with full attention on him is almost as good. His cock straining hard again his cold wet pants as he couldn’t stop looking at ricks face, and each time he did, his eyes were on jerry.
Eyes on him, the ravenous expression as Rick watched him intently, casually smoking the whole time, a savory, pine like scent in the room as Jerry could have sworn he was starting to feel a bit strange, like his senses were stronger, and this mixed with ricks captivating gaze made Jerry groan loudly as his hip rocking became a bit faster and more erratic, pulling at his restraints from the overwhelming pressure.
Rick could tell Jerry was about to cum and took a long drag from his cigarette and crouched to blow it directly in his face, his spare hand not holding his cigarette grabbing his own thigh in anticipation.
“Come on Jerry, show me how much you like me~”
Ricks uniquely melodic and taunting voice sent Jerry quickly over the edge as his hips stuttered to a stop and he groaning loudly, his cock twitching hard as he came into his pants, the wet fabric meant it was easy to see Jerrys cum slowly dribbling from the tip his restricted member, Jerry panting red face as he sat there, dazed.
Rick patted Jerrys face with an open palm, taking another hit from his cigarette as he smirked ear to ear.
“Good boy, you passed to level two!”
Jerrys eyes widened in confusion.
“Lev-level two?”
Rick was sudden at Jerry’s side, undoing one of his cuffs that chained him to the floor, going to the other side and repeating the action, Jerry shaking his hands out from the discomfort, faint pink burns on his wrists from the electric cuffs.
Rick walked to the back of the room near where the door was and to a switch on the wall, a devious grin as his finger went on the switch.
“Yup! See you in a minute~”
Before Jerry could ask any questions Rick had hit the switch and the floor opened up beneath Jerry as he was swallowed by the ground and sent to the next level beneath them.