
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/5074291.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Merlin/Arthur_Pendragon, Merlin/Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Blackmail, Abuse_of_Power, Bondage, Sounding,
      Medical_Kink, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Cock_Cages, Underage_Sex, Dark!Arthur,
      Nipple_Play, Crying
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-25 Words: 1753
****** Breach ******
by Salted_Caramel
Summary
     Dr. Arthur Pendragon has no qualms about taking advantage of his
     favourite patient.
Notes
     Writer’s Notes: This is skeevy noncon porn for the sake of skeevy
     noncon porn. Please do not read this fic if the tags or warnings
     cause you discomfort. I cannot stress this enough, please heed the
     warnings, read the tags, and make sure this is something you really
     want to read. Merlin is 15-16 in my head.
     Thank you Tee. You always beta my stuff no matter how wrong and
     skeevy it is. Lots of love <3
At six o'clock, when everyone- even the receptionist- has left, Arthur’s
favourite patient comes.
The familiar, tentative knock on the door has Arthur’s heart skipping a beat in
excitement. His fingers are already twitching with the need to touch, and he
barely maintains his composure when he says, “Come in, Mr. Emrys.”
The door opens with a whisper, and Merlin enters. He’s a fey little thing, at
that awkward phase of not a boy and yet not a man. “Dr. Pendragon,” he says,
closing the door behind him. The hoodie and jeans he wears are too baggy, they
engulf him and it displeases Arthur.
“And how is my favourite patient today?” Arthur asks.
“Good,” Merlin replies, shuffling close to the examination table. He knows the
drill, has done this countless times before. He begins to strip, folding his
clothes and placing them in a messy pile. He doesn’t even bother putting on a
hospital gown, at least, not anymore. “Thank you, sir,” he mumbles. There’s a
flush high on his cheekbones, and his eyes are somewhat glassy. “For seeing me
so late.”
Arthur shrugs. “That’s not a problem at all.” It’s like being in the petstore
and wanting to pet a terrified creature. He has to approach with caution, has
to be sure of every step he takes. His mouth goes dry at the sight of Merlin
naked, bare except for the cockcage.
“And how has this been treating you?” Arthur asks, coming closer, reaching for
the cockcage to fondle with the metal and plastic “Have you  been able to
refrain from masturbation?”
It takes time for Merlin to reply, being so adorably shy. “I have,” he mumbles,
arms stiff by his sides, hips jerking slightly at the touch.
“Have you tried?” Arthur smiles when Merlin’s unable to meet his gaze, sheepish
guilt causing his blush to darken. “It’s alright,” Arthur croons, cupping the
soft curve of Merlin’s balls. “It’s very normal for boys your age. Come on now,
Merlin, hop onto the table.”
He shivers when Arthur straps him down, toes twitching when Arthur binds his
calves against the stirrups, but he doesn’t fight back.
Arthur puts on his gloves, snapping the latex, doing it more for show than
anything else. He drags his fingers along Merlin’s chest, tracing over rib
bones and the hollow of Merlin’s belly. “You’re not eating enough,” he says
with a disapproving ‘tsk’.
“Sorry,” Merlin lets out a small squeak when Arthur pinches a nipple, pulls and
tugs at the nub. “I-I’ll try harder.” He breathes a sigh of relief  when Arthur
stops.
Bringing his chair and tray over, Arthur sits down near Merlin. “See that you
do.”
The nipple clamps come first, they always do. Merlin only lets out a small
sound now when Arthur tightens the screws on the clamps. He used to cry, and
there’s a not so small part of Arthur that misses that.   
Merlin’s poor cock is trying so very hard to become erect, swelling against the
cage.
“Will you take it off?” Merlin asks hopefully, eager for the orgasms Arthur so
occasionally gifts him with during their sessions.   
“I will.” He keeps the key on the same ring that he does his house and car
eyes. The keys chink against the plastic when Arthur takes off the cage and
Merlin lets out a relieved exhale. His cock perks up in no time at all, stiff
and straining.
“Whether you get to orgasm or not, is another matter entirely.” Arthur touches
Merlin’s pubic bone, feels the tiny traces of hair that had escaped the waxing
the previous appointment.
“But you promised!” Merlin half cries, half yells, tugging at the restraints,
whimpering when it does nothing.
“I said,” Arthur begins to stroke Merlin’s cock, pulling at the foreskin and
teasing the sensitive head with his thumb. “That if you were a good boy, I
might let you have an orgasm.”
“But I have,” Merlin insisted, squirming against the leather that kept his hips
down.
“It’s alright, love.” Arthur grips on the base of Merlin’s cock, just before
he’s about to come, cutting off his orgasm. “Only a bit longer, then I’ll
decide. You just have to be good for me. Can you do that?”         
Merlin nods, clenches his hand in a fist as he breathes in and out deeply, just
the way Arthur has taught him.
Upon his inspection, Arthur finds that Merlin's hole is sore. It opens up with
minimal lube, and he traces a finger across the pink pleats of muscle. "Cheeky
thing. You've been touching yourself here, haven't you?
Knowing better than to lie, Merlin nods, looking meekly under his thick lashes.
"You never said I couldn't. Down there. I mean."
Arthur chuckles, both amused and proud. Maybe he should plug Merlin up one day.
Start off with something small and barely only to build up to something a lot
larger. "I'll have to teach you how to touch yourself properly." He finds the
firm swell of Merlin's prostate, rubs and taps against it with his fingers.
He’ll show Merlin so many other things as well, in due time. How to take a
plug, a fist.
Merlin lets out a surprised squeak, squirming against the restraints. "What- D-
Doctor," he cries out, breathless and wide eyed. “Oh. No- wait-” he stammers,
squirming and straining against the restraints. His cock begins to dribble
precome, running down his cock and balls. “Sir. Please.”
“What are you asking for, Merlin?”Tap. Tap. Rub. “Do you know what this is?”
“Prostate.” Merlin whimpers, his face heavily flushed from exertion and
embarrassment. “That’s my prostate.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it, Merlin?”
He nods, biting on his bottom lip. “Let me come. Sir. Doctor Pendragon.
Please.”
“Not yet,” Arthur says firmly.
Merlin practically wails, tugging at the restraints over his wrists and crying
a little when they don’t give. He’s so close to breaking, so close to falling
apart and it’s beautiful. Arthur knows just what to do to take him over the
edge.
It doesn’t look like much, the thin rod of surgical steel that rests so
innocently upon the tray. Arthur picks it up with steady hands, brings it to
the tip of Merlin’s cock, rubs it along the opening ever so slightly. “Do you
know what this is?” he asks, knowing full well that Merlin’s probably never
seen anything like this in his life.  
Merlin shakes his head, already fearful as he strains  himself to get a better
view. He lets out a low, soft whine, trying to shift away from the metal rod.
“It doesn’t hurt,” Arthur assures him, dipping the bulbous tip of the sound in,
barely there, before pulling it out again. “It’ll feel odd. But not painful.”
“Please...” Merlin starts, head falling back onto the bed. “Don’t.”
“I wouldn’t hurt you, would I Merlin? Not unless it was absolutely necessary.”
 
There’s a silence, filled only by Merlin’s heavy breathing. “N-no,” he says so
hesitantly, so unsure.
“Good boy.”
Merlin barely reacts when the tip of the sound goes in. Then, as it delves
deeper, he begins to quiver. "Sir," he begs, fists clenched tight, thighs
quivering as he tries to stay absolutely still. "It feels-" he gasps out,
sobbing softly, "wrong."
Arthur ignores him and pushing the sound deeper, watches with an awed
fascination as precome dribbles out. He traces with the vein along Merlin's
cock, then plays with the head when only the tiny bulb of the sound remains.
"There we go, perfect."
Merlin shakes his head, sniffling. "Doctor, please, take it out."
And Arthur does, he tugs the sound out halfway, playing with Merlin's balls
before pushing it back in.
"Uhn, no- wait." Merlin's barely making sense now, words coming out choppy and
breathless. He's close to coming, eyebrows furrowing together and biting his
bottom lip in an adorable manner. "I'm going to come. I'm going to- get it out.
Please.Oh god. Doctor-
Arthur only takes out the sound at the last possible moment, metal rod chinking
against the tray. He tugs at Merlin's cock, milks him of his seed. He cries so
prettily when he orgasms, pearly white droplets dappling his lower belly and
Arthur’s fist.
Merlin’s gone after that. Unresponsive. His eyes are glazed over, looking away
in a far off place as tremors travel through his delicate body. Now’s the
perfect time for Arthur to reap what he’s so carefully cultivated.
He undoes the straps, traces his fingers along the already purpling stripe
across Merlin’s hip. They’ll be beautiful, shades of blue and purple across
flawless skin, a work of art. Arthur cannot wait for when Merlin comes back,
needing salve to be rubbed onto the welts.
He take his time undressing himself, neatly folds up his clothes and leaves
them next to Merlin’s much messier pile. Arthur can't help but laugh at
himself, noting the sticky precome that soils the inside of his boxer briefs.
He feels young; reckless.
The examination bed easily takes both of their weight. He groans as he sinks
his cock into Merlin’s well stretched hole, the muscles clenching up on him as
he fully seats himself. “You’re lovely,” he whispers, leaning close to nibble
on Merlin’s ear, making sure not to leave a mark. He nuzzles those sharp
cheekbones, licks at the tears that runs downs Merlin’s face. “You’re my
favourite.”  
He takes his time, leisurely seeks pleasure in Merlin’s body, slow, barely
there thrusts that get sturdier, rougher until Merlin’s being jostled on the
bed, making sweet little “uh, uh,” sounds.
He kisses Merlin, slips his tongue between those soft, puffy lips; laps at
every inch of flesh, tugs of Merlin’s tongue with his own.
Arthur doesn’t even bother pulling out when he comes, instead, he thrusts even
harder, as if trying to get his seed as deep as he can within the lithe body
beneath him. Tenderly, he places kisses on Merlin’s forehead, crooning words of
praise and encouragement as he pulls out, cock slick with lubricant and his own
seed.
Merlin lets out a small noise, eyes fluttering shut as come dribbles out of
him.
It always saddens Arthur somewhat, when he finishes up their sessions. The only
consolation he has is that Merlin will be back, and that they’ll get to do this
all over again.
He wipes his cock clean with some towels before getting dressed and returning
to his desk to finish off some paperwork as he patiently waits for Merlin to
come back from wherever his mind has wandered off to.
 
 
 
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
