Depravity

Warning: This chapter delves into pain. But please rest assured, no Gravi boys were harmed during the writing of this chapter. As a thank you for sticking with me and reading this through, there is a special treat for you at the end of the page. NO FAIR PEEKING!!!

Enjoy!!!

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Eiri smiled at his grinning baka sitting on the cold tiles. Waiting for the tub to fill, he thought about Shuichi’s words. ‘YOU do this to me. I love you so much Eiri.’ He couldn’t help but smile. He was pleased to know that he’d devised a scene for his sub that took him into subspace.

He had to hold back a laugh when he looked over at Shuichi. His lover was sitting on the tiles starting off at the frosted window. It’s possible that he would sit there for hours left to his own devices. He didn’t really want to take Shuichi out of subspace; after all, the experience was the BDSM equivalent of obtaining Nirvana. But as long as Shuichi was in subspace, they couldn’t scene. The singer was unable to attain orgasm when in this trance, and his mindset was one that he couldn’t make responsible decisions.

It was always Eiri’s fear that they’d do a scene while in subspace that Shuichi would have otherwise refused. Especially now that they were using a point box, he couldn’t risk pulling a game that would leave Shuichi scarred in some manner. He may go to far, and Shuichi wouldn’t remember to use the safety word. Or something could cause him too much pain, and again, no safety word.

The good news was that Shuichi’s subspace never lasted too long. Most times it would pass within no more than a few hours. In the meantime, Eiri would just go into aftercare mode and ride this out.

It was about 20 minutes after the scene ended that the novelist finally decided the water was ready for them. He also turned on the temperature regulator. He had a feeling they would be in the bath for a while, and the regulator kept the water nice and hot. After removing his sub’s collar, he led Shuichi to the tub and helped him get in without slipping. Once Shuichi was seated, Eiri climbed in behind him. He placed one leg on each side of the singer and pulled Shuichi back until he was resting against his chest. The bath was so comfortable and inviting – he’d placed more drops of lavender oil in the water, and the room smelled soothing and relaxing.

With a washcloth, Eiri began cleaning the writing off Shuichi’s skin. He couldn’t risk using a permanent marker. The chances that K or Tohma saw the novelist’s handiwork was too great, and Eiri didn’t want to risk a gun to the head or a visit from the NG Sacho. The ink was easily removed with soap, and the words faded away until only the pink skin beneath was left.

All the while, Shuichi sat in the water staring off into space while humming. Eiri recognized snippits from his koi’s music, from Nittle Grasper, and some melodies he wasn’t familiar with. ‘Must be some new songs he’s working on,’ the novelist mused.

Eiri had grabbed a few more fruit juices before coming into the bathroom. He picked one up and opened it, handing it to Shuichi. The singer let out a quiet, “Thank you,” before drinking it down and returning to his humming. Eiri let things continue unchanged for the next thirty or so minutes, content to hold his lover in his arms and gently wash their skin.

Finally, Shuichi felt himself starting to level out a bit. The effects of subspace never lasted all that long for him and he considered himself lucky if he got a couple of hours out of it. This time, it looked like he would completely level out within the next hour. He was already starting to regain many of his mental processes. A thought started to itch at the back of his brain. He realized they were in a tub together and that Eiri was giving him aftercare. He also realized that he in turn was doing nothing for Eiri. Aftercare is never exclusively for the sub. A Dom might need it as well. After all, the scene they had finished was extremely taxing on both of them.

Slowly turning around in Eiri’s arms, Shuichi faced his lover and brought his hands up to stroke his face. “Hey, how are you doing?”

“Me baka? I’m fine.” Eiri was a little taken back that the first words out of the singer’s mouth were to inquire as to his own well-being. “How are you holding up?”

Shuichi smiled and leaned in for a kiss. It was just a chaste expression of love, and was over as fast as it had begun. “I’m fine Eiri-chan. I feel really good.” Eiri snorted at the addition to his name. Shuichi rarely got away with calling him Eiri-chan, but he’d let it slip this time.

“Tell me what you thought of that last scene,” the novelist asked.

Shuichi thought on this for a few moments. Eiri had the idea that he may have forgotten the question, when he suddenly answered. “It was really hard for me to do it. I don’t like staying quiet or still. And there were times I wanted to ask you to go slower or do something different, and I couldn’t. And I had no idea what was going on when you pulled the pen out. It was actually really good though. Everything that happened was a complete surprise.”

Eiri smiled. He hoped it might be something like that for the singer. He knew Shuichi had more to say; his brow was furrowed in thought. “What else?”

“Well,” answered Shuichi, “Wasn’t it kinda like fucking a corpse?”

“NANI?? Fuck no!” Eiri was blown away by this thought. “There wasn’t a moment that I wasn’t very much aware of how alive you are. Your pulse was always under my fingers. Your body sweated and flushed red. You struggled non-stop to stay still and silent. You were so alive you practically glowed. Never once did it feel like that.”

Shuichi was happy. When he was told the game would require him to behave like a sex doll, he worried about how Eiri would treat him. He figured his Dom would just fuck him and be done with it. Instead, Eiri had done so much more.

“What do you say we get out of this water and you let me give you a massage?” asked the genki singer. If that was what Shuichi wanted to do, he had no intention of denying him. Shuichi occasionally turned the aftercare around and made it about tending to Eiri. The novelist always allowed this; after all, if this was what Shuichi needed, he wouldn’t deny him.

They climbed out of the tub and dried off before making their way into the bedroom. Shuichi pulled out the oil heater and poured a good amount into the ceramic bowl. While he waited for the oil to warm, he laid Eiri down on the bed on his back and stretched his own body out on top of him. They stayed there, holding and kissing each other for a few minutes. When the oil was finally ready, Shuichi moved off the bed and instructed Eiri to turn over.

Turning on some soft music first, Shuichi placed his hands on Eiri’s lower back. He held still for a moment while mentally centering himself. When he was ready, he moved his hands down Eiri’s legs and began working on him with long deep strokes. He used the weight of his body to put pressure into the massage, paying close attention to particularly tense and tight muscles. His hands moved up to Eiri’s back and continued working the stress from his body.

Eiri was relaxing more and more with every stroke of Shuichi’s hands. As time had passed, the singer had gotten very good at massages. Not that Eiri would ever admit to that.

“Turn over,” Shuichi instructed. The novelist happily complied, closing his eyes once he was settled into a comfortable position. Shuichi continued the massage on Eiri’s chest and arms, drawing the strokes down his hands and to his fingers. He then moved to Eiri’s stomach and sides, before continuing down to his legs. As he moved down, he made sure to brush against Eiri’s half-hard cock, feeling the shaft throb in response.

Shuichi’s hands were like magic on the novelist. He’d received massages from Shuichi in the past, but not like this. Most times, Shuichi would concentrate on his back and work him to sleep. This massage did not make him want to sleep; on the contrary, his body was waking up. ALL of his body.

The hot oiled hands worked back up Eiri’s body to his cock, and rested on the swelling appendage. Shuichi teasingly caressed his lover’s cock until it was hard and passion heavy in his hands. He then placed the cock against Eiri’s stomach with one hand, and cupped Eiri’s balls with the other. Resting his palm against the underside of Eiri’s cock, he began stroking it up and down while rolling his sac in his other hand. Eiri moaned softly at the massage. Shuichi moved so that he was kneeling between his lover’s legs.

Adding plenty of oil to his hands, Shuichi switched to another method of cock massage. He placed his hands on either side of Eiri’s cock and began moving them back and forth in opposite directions very slowly, as if trying to start a fire. This brought an immediate reaction from his lover. Eiri’s back arched off the bed a bit and a deep throaty moan escaped his lips. Varying the technique just a little, instead of simply moving each hand back and forth, he began moving them in circles. Adding more speed to his massage, the novelist struggled to stay in control. Just a few more strokes, just a few more moments, Kami he was so close!

Suddenly, Shuichi released his cock and sat back on his knees. Eiri’s eyes flew open and he glared at the pink haired baka sitting between his legs. “Why did you stop!?”

“Relax Eiri-chan, I’m not done yet. You needed a time out. You were about to cum.” Shuichi’s eyes smoldered with lust and love, and Eiri calmed down.

“Fine, just don’t make me wait too long.”

After a few minutes, Shuichi recoated his hands in oil and gently stroked Eiri’s cock once more. He restarted the erotic massage, implementing yet another new technique. Shuichi took the shaft in his hand and began to stroke it up and down, completely ignoring the head. He watched as the top of Eiri’s cock began to turn red and purple, waiting for the right moment to add more stimulation. Eiri was letting out a steady stream of moans and his cock throbbed in Shuichi’s hands. Knowing it was now time, he held the shaft in his left hand, and with his right hand, began a palm massage. He pressed the palm of his hand into the head and stroked it slowly and sensuously. Occasionally he changed the direction of the stroking; all the while his left hand remained still and applied a steady pressure to the shaft.

Eiri was on sensory overload. He couldn’t figure out where Shuichi had learned all these new techniques for a hand job. It was utterly amazing, and he felt his orgasm building up once again.

“Mmmm, Eiri-chan, time for one more break I think. But don’t worry. I won’t make you hold off again.” While waiting for Eiri to calm down a bit, he continued his massage by concentrating on his lover’s thighs. Eiri took longer to calm down this time, but Shuichi made sure the wait was well worth it.

He began his final technique for this massage by taking Eiri’s cock in one hand and gently caressing it. He held it lightly, barely ghosting touches on the skin. After about ten seconds, he gave it one quick up and down stroke. Eiri gasped and practically screamed at the feelings created. Shuichi then reached his free hand down to fist against Eiri’s perineum. By pressing against it with a little strength, he stimulated Eiri’s prostate. At the same time, he returned to gently caressing Eiri’s cock for an additional ten seconds, followed by two quick up and down strokes. Another ten seconds of caressing, then three quick up and down strokes.

Eiri thrashed his head back and forth as the familiar knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter, until finally it released. With a loud scream, Eiri’s orgasm took hold and his cum pumped from the head of his cock. Shuichi never relented on his massage, continuing it as if Eiri’s orgasm wasn’t happening. The prolonged stimulation drew Eiri’s orgasm out, making it last longer than he ever felt possible.

Shuichi milked him for every drop of cum he could, until the stimulation began to turn painful and Eiri had to push his hands away. The novelist lay back on the bed breathing hard and deep. He felt like he had just run a marathon, and a small fear began in the back of his mind that Shuichi may have just worn him out for the rest of the day.

‘Nah, not with such a hot little minx for a lover,’ he thought with a laugh. He’d be fine; he just needed a rest.

Eiri tiredly asked, “Shu-chan, can we sleep a little?”

Shuichi turned to the alarm clock and set it for one hour. Snuggling into Eiri’s chest, he pulled the blanket up over them both and quickly fell asleep.

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It was early in the morning, and Tohma sat behind his big desk in silence while K relaxed in one of the guest chairs. Neither had said a single word for almost an hour. Instead, their attention had been captured by the digital recorder set to ‘play’ sitting on the desk. The final thing they heard was Suguru re-entering the room to join Hiro and Shuichi for the afternoon. Tohma reached over and pressed ‘stop.’

“Well, I always knew my brother-in-law was into BDSM, but didn’t realize he’d brought Shindo-san into the lifestyle. I guess it was inevitable. Tell me K, exactly why did you want me to listen to this?” Tohma steepled his fingers in front of him on the desk and awaited the blond-haired gun-toting manager’s response.

K began, “For the longest time, I couldn’t figure out why Shuichi-kun refused to wear a collar on stage anymore. The look suits him. I thought that possibly he didn’t like the connotations of a collar, but that no longer seems correct. I’d like to get Shuichi back on stage in a collar again, and possibly wearing some of his pony gear as well.”

At this, Tohma’s hands slipped. “Pony gear?”

“Ah, yes, you only heard the masturbation fantasy. It seems that Shuichi-kun also dresses up in pony gear, including a bit, harness, tail and pony boots. It’s the boots that interest me, and possibly the tail.

Tohma’s mind whirled with the information. He knew how clumsy the pink-haired singer could be, and wondered how he hadn’t managed to break a leg yet.

“K, if you wouldn’t mind, please excuse me. I want to think about this a little more.” K immediately stood and took his leave of the room. Tohma saw so much potential with this new development. He had a lot to think about – so many plans to devise. But mostly, he also had to find a way to work the image of Eiri as a Dominant out of his mind before he could stand up again. All that leather, and whips, and leather!! Tohma barely reached the box of tissues before the blood pouring from his nose could be blocked from staining his perfect clothes.

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Hiro tried to find a private spot to say goodnight to Suguru. His boyfriend had been invited to have dinner with his parents before they got together, so they were not able to go out on another date tonight.

Finally, they stood in the underground parking garage near Hiro’s bike. Shuichi stood off to one side, pretending to be interested in an oil spill swirling through a puddle of water.

“Sorry we can’t hang out again tonight. Call me when you get in?” Hiro wrapped his arms around Suguru’s waist and pulled him close.

Returning the embrace in kind, Suguru answered, “It will be late, but I’ll call you. I have to go now. Good night.” He leaned up and they pressed their lips together in a kiss.

Hiro didn’t want to let go too quickly, and held Suguru pressed to him as they continued their kiss. Slipping his tongue past his boyfriend’s lips, he touched and played inside Suguru’s mouth. They breathed heavily through their noses, soft moans of pleasure sneaking out into the air.

The elevator at the end of the row of cars dinged and started to open. “Ah-hem,” Shuichi tried to get their attention without being too blatant. It didn’t work.

“I said, ah-hem! Guys, we’re not alone anymore.” That worked, and Hiro and Suguru broke off their kiss quickly, each taking a step back from the other. It wasn’t that they were trying to hide their relationship, but it was new and they didn’t want to share with anyone yet. Suguru understood and had fully expected Hiro to fill Shuichi in on the details of their get-together, so it was no surprise that Hiro was willing to kiss him in front of his best friend. But so far, only Shuichi knew, and they wanted to keep it that way. At least for now.

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The boys walked into Hiro’s apartment a little after 5pm. Eiri wasn’t expected home from his meeting until after 7, so Shuichi agreed to eat dinner with his best friend.

The apartment was perfectly clean, except for the bedroom. Shuichi laughed at the condition of the bed. It looked as if a hurricane had whipped through the room. A tube of lubrication sat on one of the pillows, and there were telltale stains everywhere on the sheets.

Hiro’s eyes grew wide as he took in the sight. He’d been so distracted earlier that morning with Suguru that he’d totally forgotten to redo his bed sheets. “Oops, sorry man, you should have to see this. Could you wait for me in the living room?”

Still laughing, Shuichi walked back into the other room and waited for Hiro to come out.

“Don’t worry about it,” Shuichi reassured his friend when he came out from the back of the apartment. “I swear, Eiri can be so disgusting in bed sometimes. The stickier everything gets, the better. I’ll let you in on a secret. Sometimes he likes to fall asleep with my cum all over him, and in the morning it’s all dried and flaking off his stomach. Then he makes me clean it of him in the shower. But you know what he really gets off on?”

Hiro contemplated answering his kinky friend, and knew that regardless of what he said, Shuichi would tell him anyway. “What really gets him off?”

“Me falling asleep with a cream pie.”

Shuichi’s confession brought back images from last night and made Hiro blush. He remembered Suguru getting up after they had made love for the second time, cum dripping down his leg and around his ankle. Suguru had been mortified and ran to the bathroom to clean up. Hiro had to reassure him that it didn’t bother him at all. There was something about knowing that the cum that ran down Suguru’s legs was his that made Hiro extremely aroused. He guessed he shared this kink with Yuki.

“You guys are totally sick Shuichi.” Hiro sat down across from Shuichi. They had stopped at McDonalds on the way and both settled into their food.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, and you’re not!” They both laughed and continued talking throughout their meals. Afterwards, Hiro decided to ask Shuichi a bit more about their weekend.

“I thought you said that you were punished in a painful way this past weekend, is that right?”

The singer had been waiting for this. Hiro seemed to be totally fascinated by their lifestyle, and Shuichi had no problem sharing his experiences with him.

“Yeah, sure did. Wanna hear about it?”

Hiro looked at him with a “what do you think, dumbass?” expression on his face and sat down to await the storyteller’s tale.

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The alarm sounded and Shuichi reached over to shut it off. His nap had been so pleasant, and waking up wrapped in Eiri’s arms was one of the true joys in his life. He was loath to break the magic moment but at the same time, he couldn’t wait to get back to scening.

“Eiri, wake up! Time to play some more!” Eiri opened his eyes and found two beautiful eyes staring down at him.

“Is it time already? What time is it?” Shuichi answered that it was 5:30pm while tugging on his lover’s arm, trying to get him out of bed.

Rubbing his eyes, he gave Shuichi his instructions. “Go into the living room and put your collar back on. Then go make us some dinner – just heat up some leftovers. I’ll wait for you at the table. I want you to feed us both.” Sitting through dinner with the submissive would let Eiri know if he was still in subspace or not. If he was, they would do very little in the way of scening for the rest of the night.

Shuichi leapt up out of bed and ran to follow the instructions. Eiri took his time redressing in the bedroom. He’d never removed his Master bracelet and rings, but decided to dress up a little more for their dinner. After washing up, he put on a pair of deep maroon leather pants and a black wifebeater. Fastening a leather strap around his upper arm, he made his way into the dining room and awaited his dinner.

Shuichi brought in everything for them and slowly fed Eiri. It was made clear to the novelist that his sub was no longer in subspace. Sometimes a nap was a surefire way to pull the singer back to a normal state. It worked this time.

When they have both cleared their plates, they retired to the living room. Retrieving the white point box, Eiri instructed his sub to pull the next game.

“The submissive will be punished in whatever manner the Master sees fit. 5 points.”

Eiri already knew exactly what he was going to do, but refused to begin while they both had full stomachs.

“Shuichi, come sit next to me and watch TV for a while. I want you to digest a bit before we begin.”

“Yes sir,” Shuichi responded, slightly trembling. He knew the difference between play punishment and real punishment. Most times, play punishment would end with an orgasm. Real punishment always hurt more (sometimes physically, sometimes psychologically), and rarely if ever ended in an orgasm.

They sat and watched the television for an hour before Eiri turned it off and addressed his sub.

“I take punishments very seriously and expect you to do the same. For that reason, I want to review a little safety with you. I am going to hurt you. This is going to cause you serious pain. But, despite that, I will not harm in any way.” This completely confused Shuichi. He didn’t understand how he could be hurt without being harmed. Eiri picked up on his confusion.

“Like when I spank you, it hurts, but you’re never harmed, right?” The pain always ended soon after the scene ended, and he was never actually injured.

Now the sub understood and answered, “Yes Master, I understand.”

“About your safety word,” Eiri continued, “listen to me very closely on this. I expect you to use it only if you are at a breaking point. Please trust me when I say that while this will hurt you, you will not be harmed. There is no real reason for you to use your safety word during this. Are you ready?”

Shuichi took up his position at Eiri’s feet, kneeling and looking down submissively. “Yes Master, I’m ready.”

“Good. Go pull the spare futon out of the back room.” Shuichi immediately moved to comply. Bringing the flat mattress into the living room, he awaited further instructions. Eiri was in the kitchen, and when he returned he had a hand of ginger in one hand, and a pairing knife and bowl in the other.

“Get on the mattress on your hands and knees.” Eiri moved in behind him, released his cock from his pants, and immediately plunged into Shuichi’s tight sheath. Although Shuichi had lubed himself after they woke up from their nap, enough time had passed that almost all the lube was gone. There was no pain, as Shuichi was thoroughly stretched, but the absence of lube was still obvious.

The singer was confused. There was nothing threatening about this at all. He couldn’t understand how this was to punish him, and had no idea what the ginger had to do with anything.

“Boy, turn and watch what I’m doing.” Immediately obeying, Shuichi looked behind him.

Eiri held the hand of ginger up, and picked the longest and thickest branch. Snapping it off, he placed the rest of the ginger in the bowl and began peeling the piece he held. Never once breaking stride in fucking Shuichi, he worked on the ginger until it was perfectly cleaned. He then created a ring towards one of the ends of the piece. It was fashioned like a small anal plug, made so that the anal entrance would contract around it and hold it in place.

Shuichi understood that the ginger was to be placed inside him, but again didn’t comprehend how this would be a punishment. Eiri withdrew and slowly replaced his cock with the ginger. Once it was securely in place, he walked into the kitchen, washed his hands well, and then moved to the couch and sat down.

Shuichi didn’t move. He kept himself on his hands and knees and awaited the next instructions. After about a minute, Eiri ordered him to roll over and lay on his back with his legs spread wide apart.

Shuichi did as he was told, placing his feet facing his master. It afforded Eiri a magnificent view.

There was a slight increasing warming sensation in Shuichi’s ass. It wasn’t too uncomfortable, at first. After about five minutes, the warm feeling continued to increase until it became a burning. It kept climbing, getting hotter and hotter. Shuichi began to sweat, little beads of perspiration dripping down his face and neck. He struggled against the pain, and found his legs began to open and close of their own volition.

Fighting against the stinging, Shuichi gasped and groaned, his body starting to writhe in slight agony. He kept waiting for the pain to level out, to give him some relief. Instead, the complete opposite happened. It kept building, getting more intense, hurting him, hurting him, OH KAMI, it hurt so fucking much!

Despite this, Shuichi was hard as a rock. About 10 minutes had passed, and while the pain continued to build, his horniness seemed to build equally with it. Every moment was a fight; was he crying out for the pain to end or was he crying out for sexual relief?

Eiri sat back on the couch and watched his sub squirm. Stroking his cock, he smiled and kept his eyes pinned on the beautiful creature in absolute agony before him. Eiri knew exactly what Shuichi was going through. He’d been subjected to this punishment once before. It was many years ago when he was first learning the ropes of BDSM. He’d been made to sub once, and this had been part of the scene he’d played out with his Dom. It was a mixed memory. He remembered the horniness the ginger caused in him, breaking him down so far as to make him beg for relief. He also remembered the extreme pain that ripped through him at the same time and in the same intensity, causing him to feel a heady mixture of anger and despair. He’d been given no warning of the pain, unlike Shuichi.

Shuichi was now loudly crying out in pain and gratuitous sexuality. His Master couldn’t help but worry that the neighbors would call the cops on them, but one look at the clock allayed his fears. This wouldn’t last much longer.

The ginger had been inside him for about 15 minutes now. The burning was so intense, Shuichi felt as if he would never recover. Oh, but the horniness, fuck he was so horny!! He cock throbbed and dribbled a stream of pre-cum down onto his belly.

He began babbling. “AAAHHH! MASTER!! PLEASE MASTER!!” He dared not beg for this to end. Instead his begging was centered on achieving orgasm. He begged for permission to touch himself. He begged for permission to cum. He begged for Eiri to have mercy and fuck him through the floor.

Eiri watched with rapt attention. His hand flew over his cock faster and harder, and his balls began to draw up in preparation for the impending orgasm. Shuichi was arching himself off the futon, holding his body up by his arms and legs. His cock pointed up into the air as the worst of the pain assailed his body. Eiri couldn’t hold back any longer, and allowed his cum to pour out over his hand. He groaned and squeezed himself tight, riding out the throbbing ecstasy.

Shuichi was ready to call his safety word when suddenly the pain began to drop off. Almost immediately, it was gone. There was no more pain but he was still writhing. The ginger had left him unimaginably horny. His cock throbbed violently, and Shuichi continued to beg his Master for relief. He looked at Eiri and saw his cum-covered hand wrapped around his rapidly softening cock. It was too much, he needed to cum so bad he could barely breath.

Eiri decided to have a little mercy on him. “You can hump my hand.” With that, Eiri reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. Shuichi stood and ran over to his Master, sliding his cock into the tight ring Eiri’s fist made. He humped him once, twice, and exploded in orgasm.

When he finished, Eiri reached around and removed the ginger from his sub’s body. Tears were pouring down Shuichi’s face, not in sub-drop, not in subspace, but in response to a painful experience. It was to be expected. Eiri lifted his sub up once again and brought him into the bedroom.

Laying Shuichi under the covers, he removed the collar and wiped his tears away. Wrapping the smaller body into his own, Eiri worked to calm and reassure his boy.

“You did very good Shuichi. I’m so proud of you. You took your punishment, and now it’s over. You are truly a gifted submissive.” Eiri smiled as he praised his boy.

“That hurt so much, I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it. I almost failed. I almost called out the safety word.” Shuichi shook slightly, but the tears had dissipated. He leaned into his lover and settled in for a good cuddle. He wasn’t angry at all, just slightly overloaded.

“Well, you didn’t. You rode it out. And see, you’re not harmed in any way. The effects of the ginger wear off quickly, and leave no lasting injury. You feel absolutely no pain now, right?”

Shuichi nodded and cuddled into Eiri more. The larger man hugged him tight and kissed the top of his head.

They lay there in bed, snuggling and cuddling and cooing back and forth to each other until exhaustion claimed them both. Throughout the night, Eiri never once let up his hold on his small lover. Likewise, Shuichi barely moved, his sleep close to a coma as his body recovered from the strain of the day.

Before sleep settled into Shuichi completely, one thought ran through his mind. ‘I can’t wait for tomorrow so we can continue scening.’

TBC…

A/N: This chapter is for Ashcat – your ideas are all so fantastic! I owe this chapter to you - THANK YOU!!!!

A little info on what happened in this chapter. The ‘art’ of inserting a finger of ginger into a person’s ass is called Figging. It’s a practice that goes back to the Victorian era at least, it’s probably older than that in Asian cultures. Figging with ginger causes no harm to the person experiencing it. They do feel intense pain coupled with equally intense horniness. Figging can also be done with any number of irritants. To see a list of different items that can be used when figging, please see this page: http://bondage.com/topic_id/180524/forums/topic.html Be careful if you experiment with this – make sure you’re both not allergic to the substance you use!

Thanks again for all my reviews!!! Keep those wonderful stories and fantasies coming! I LOVE hearing about them!!!

Nite_Owl – I saw that you recommended my fic on that challenge – WOW! Thank you so much!! XD

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I considered delaying the release of this until the chapter it goes with is published. But seriously, it’s going to be a while before I get to it, so, here’s a little peek of things to come.

I mentioned earlier that PL Nunn did a picture based on this story. Well, the picture is complete, and utterly FANTASTIC!! It’s the first Gravi fanpic she has ever done, and she truly did it justice. The characters in this photo are based on the manga, NOT the anime. There is a major difference.

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Quick little timeline: Friday night, pony play. Saturday night just ended in this fic with the figging. Sunday...muhwahahaha!

Next Chapter: It’s a secret! You’ll just have to wait and see what I have planned!

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