Depravity

As Eiri led Shuichi out of the house and to his car, the younger man noticed his Dom was carrying a small bag – like a gift bag. He tried to look inside, but Eiri caught him.

“No, no fishing around.” Unlocking the car with his clicker, the two of them got comfortable and made their way to the restaurant. Shuichi was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Hey, if you keep this up, everyone will know something is going on. Act normal. Relax and enjoy yourself.”

Shuichi took deep breaths. He wasn’t worried about possible pain. That he could handle. He was worried about what Mika-san and Tatsuha would think of him when this lunch was over. What if his Master ordered him to crawl under the table and suck him off? What if he ordered him to jerk off? What if, what if, what if? So many scenarios ran through his mind making his heart pound. The worst of this ordeal was the possibility of humiliation. If either of his Master’s siblings figured out what was going on, he’d never be able to show his face to them again!

Eiri could imagine everything that was going through his sub’s mind. It was delicious, this fear that rolled off him in waves. Shuichi shook slightly, and the novelist considered comforting him. As fast as that thought entered his mind, it was gone. The scene had begun, and was no longer about Shuichi’s comfort. This was for the Master’s pleasure, and he found Shuichi’s terror delectable. Never let it be said that Eiri Yuki wasn’t a sadist. He was, and another person might have been willing to explore that darkness within him.

Sadly, Shuichi was not capable of handling S&M play. It wasn’t terribly disappointing to Eiri, after all, the scenes they did play were always remarkable. His sub was so responsive, and Eiri found that exact moment in each scene when Shuichi gave all control over to him highly seductive and fulfilling. He hoped that on some level Shuichi would enjoy what was to come at the restaurant as much as he would. His only real concern: that perverted monk brother of his. If Tatsuha caught on to their game, it could break the scene and cause damage. He’d have to watch him closely.

Pulling into the parking space, Eiri and Shuichi got out of the car and walked to the restaurant. Shuichi attached himself to his lover’s hip, hugging tight and smiling wide. The smile was meant to cover his nervousness, but all it did was make him look slightly demented.

The restaurant itself catered to locals, not tourists. As they walked in, they removed their shoes and walked over to the low table already occupied by Mika and Tatsuha.

“Wow Mi-chan, he actually showed!” The black haired monk held his chest in a mock heart attack and laughed at the situation.

”Eiri, Shu-kun. Good to see you both. I have to admit, we were rather surprised at the invitation.” The restaurant served hot pot, and Mika had ordered for all of them upon her arrival. The servers began filling up the table with plates of food, and the four of them gave thanks and dug in.

“How’s your brat?” Eiri asked his older sister?

Mika beamed. “She’s well. Absolutely wonderful! I wish she could get to know her older uncle a bit better though. And her uncle-in-law,” she smiled at Shuichi warmly.

Tatsuha sat silent staring at the singer. Shuichi didn’t remind him of Ryuichi as much as he used to anymore. The pink-haired man had matured somewhat over the past few years, and had finally settled into his own style, rather than the style ‘borrowed’ from their shared idol. But he was still a giggling, blushing uke, and speaking of, was that a collar around Shuichi’s neck?

“Hey Shu,” Tatsuha began. “Check that out over there.” He pointed to the right at nothing in particular.

Shuichi did as asked, revealing the little gold charm hanging from his collar. “Hmmm, ‘in training.’” Suddenly the smile on the monk’s face stretched from ear to ear.

“EIRI! You never told me Shuichi was your submissive! How can you keep that kinda shit from me? ME! Your little brother!” Tatsuha feigned hurt and anger while trying to hold back the laughter.

Eiri growled. “Not that it’s any of your business, but since when do I share anything with you?” He ignored his brother’s laughing and continued working on his food.

Shuichi blushed red, his entire face glowing with humiliation. This was it; he could look forward to being teased for the rest of the lunch. But, there was one bit of light. His Master had instructed him to behave normally, which meant he didn’t actually have to take any of Tatsuha’s joking. He could fight back!

“Shu, what kinda stuff do you let my brother do to you? Does he whip and spank you? Does he strap you to a wall and leave you hanging there? Does he…” Before he could continue, Shuichi interrupted.

“Ta-kun! Damn! I am NOT going to answer those questions!” Shuichi drew himself up and refused to be baited. He glanced over at Mika-san, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying watching the performance. Inwardly groaning, he realized that she might be just as sadistic as her two brothers. The idea that the teasing could come from her as well deflated his comfort just a bit more.

Despite his worry, Mika seemed to be content watching the men around her, when she suddenly started and stood up. “I left my cell phone in the car – I have to go get it!”

After swallowing a mouthful of food, Eiri stopped her. “What’s the big deal, can’t live without it for an hour?”

“No, baka. I have a baby at home, remember? I need it in case the babysitter needs to contact me. Be right back!” The last three words were sung as Mika made her way to the front of the restaurant.

“Seriously Aniki, you and Shu really should come visit the Seguchi’s more. That kid is going to grow up with weird ideas about you both – not that you’re not weird.” Tatsuha slurped up some sobo noodles and waited for his answer.

“First the two of you spend years trying to convince me to visit my father. Now it’s Mika and her damn brat. I already have a brat at home, and don’t need to bother with another one.”

Shuichi interjected at this point. He actually liked his little niece, and wanted to spend time with her. “Eiri, why can’t we. It could be fun. It’s not like we have any kids of our own.”

“Holy shit and thank the Gods for that!” Eiri choked out. Shuichi sighed and went back to eating. Maybe Mika-san wouldn’t mind if he visited them on his own once in a while.

Mika reappeared at this point and sat down, placing her phone next to her plate. They continued to eat and talk for a while longer, the plates of food slowly diminishing. Shuichi was engrossed in the conversation, and was a little startled when Eiri leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“Take the bag on the floor between us. Go into the bathroom, read and follow the instructions. Go now boy.”

Shuichi finished chewing, picked up the bag and stood. “Be back in a minute!” he sing-songed at the group and quickly made his way to the back of the restaurant.

Mika called out after him, “Take you’re time, Shu-kun,” with a knowing smile on her face.

Shuichi walked into the bathroom. It had three fully enclosed stalls, two sinks and a mirrored wall. Placing the bag down on the corner of one of the sinks, he pulled out the instructions.

“In one of the stalls, strip completely. Masturbate until you cum, then insert the enclosed toy, redress, and return to the table. There is a digital camera in this bag. Take pictures of yourself completing every step. There must be no less than ten photos.”

Poking around inside the bag Shuichi found a tube of lubrication, the camera, and a small anal plug. It looked like he’d be forced to spend the rest of the lunch with it inside him. He stood perfectly still and strained his ears to determine if he was completely alone in the bathroom. All three stalls seemed to be empty, so he walked into the one furthest from the door.

“Shit.” The stall contained a traditional Japanese toilet [1], which meant he had little room to maneuver himself or place his clothes. He started by taking a picture of the stall itself, then closed and locked the door behind him.

His socks came off first, and he slipped his feet into the slippers provided. Next he removed his shirt and pants, and finally his boxers. He stood naked except for the collar around his neck. He was not allowed to remove his collar, only his Master could do so. Turning the camera around, he snapped a picture of himself.

The singer then squirted a generous amount of lube into one of his palms and coated his completely flaccid cock with the slippery stuff. Stroke after stroke, and he couldn’t get hard. This was horrible! The longer he stayed in here, the more suspicious Mika-san and Ta-kun would get at his absence. He tried to focus his mind and concentrated on the almost blow-job Eiri had given him that morning. A gentle tickle began in the base of his cock, and blood began to flow to the shaft to engorge it. It was working.

Back at the table, the three siblings continued talking in Shuichi’s absence. Mika dominated the conversation with details on her little one’s growth and achievements. Tatsuha looked thoroughly amused and frustrated at the same time. He kept glancing back at the bathroom, obviously wanting to follow Shuichi but unable to make it seem smooth and cool. Eiri kept one eye on the food and one eye on his brother at all times.

“Excuse me, sir.” Looking up, a server stood next to Eiri with an apologetic look on her face. “I’m am truly sorry for interrupting, but you have a phone call. Could you please follow me?”

Eiri stared at her in disbelief. “Anyone that needs to contact me has my cell phone number. Who is it?”

“I’m sorry, sir, I couldn’t say. She just said it was very urgent that she speak with Yuki-sama immediately. I am heart-fully sorry for this interruption.”

Eiri threw down his chopsticks with a huff and stood to follow the server without bothering to excuse himself from the table.

The moment he was out of view, Mika turned to her littlest brother. “Quick, now’s your chance. HURRY!”

The monk didn’t waste a moment. He stood and ran to the bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind him.

Eiri picked up the receiver and heard a dial tone. Slamming it down on the base, he slowly walked back to the table. The moment he was in view, he saw Mika sitting there smiling, alone. His sister looked at him, waved her fingers and winked. They’d pulled one over on him. She probably had her cell phone on her the whole time, and just needed a moment to bribe the server into going along with her plan.

Eiri strode through the restaurant, past the table without a glance at Mika, and silently into the bathroom. Tatsuha had a grip on the doorknob to the last stall, and was kneeling in front of it working on picking the lock open.

”Come on Shu! Let me in, I wanna see what my brother is making you do!”

“NO! GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!!”

“I won’t leave until I get this door open. Come on! I won’t touch you, I promise, just let me watch!”

“NO!” Shuichi yelled even louder. “NO NO NO NO NO!”

Eiri shook his head in exasperation. How many times would he have to tell Tatsuha that his lover was strictly hands, AND eyes off?!

He walked over with steady strides, reached out and grabbed the pervert monk by the ear.

“OWOWOW! Damnit Eiri, let go of me!” They could both hear Shuichi sigh loudly behind the door.

Without saying a word, Eiri dragged his brother out of the room and into the restaurant. He didn’t let go of his ear until they were both at the table, where he unceremoniously dumped him to the floor.

“Try that again and I’ll kick your ass.”

“I don’t know…I think you might actually enjoy that.” Tatsuha had a major flaw. He could never leave well enough alone.

“Drop it Tatsuha, I’m warning you!” Eiri gave him his patented glare of death and doom, which never work on any of his family members.

“Ain’t gonna. What are you making your little love slave do back there? It can’t be much fun for you, after all, you’re out here. Why don’t you sneak off and slip it to him, we’ll understand, right sis?”

Mika laughed and nodded in agreement, but before she could say anything, Eiri reached over and conked his brother on the head. Hard.

“OWOWOWOW!!”

In the meantime, Shuichi was back almost to square one. Tatsuha had unnerved him, and he was soft and completely un-aroused once more. Closing his eyes, he refocused his mind on his beloved Master and returned to the matter ‘at hand.’ CLICK, another photo was taken.

Stroke after stroke, and eventually his body responded as he climbed higher and higher. With a silent hiss, he came, snapping a photo as the creamy liquid spilled out onto his hand. He looked around to find a tissue, and realized the stall he choose was out. The only thing for him to do was to lick his hand clean, which he did while snapping another photo of himself.

The next part of the instructions said he had to put in the anal plug. He looked it over. It was a small plug, but the bottom had a screw in it that seemed to open to a battery chamber. The strange thing was, there didn’t seem to be any way to turn it on. He tried twisting the base, looking for a switch, but there was nothing. Recoating his hand with lube, he slipped his fingers inside while leaning against the wall. Snapping another few photos, he fought back moans as he stretched himself in preparation. Once he was ready, he pushed in the plug, snapped another few photos and began redressing.

The plug itself was slightly bent and rested directly on his prostate. It took him a little practice to find the best way to move so he wouldn’t be over stimulated. More photos were taken, and when he walked out of the stall, he snapped one more photo of himself via the reflection in the mirror.

Luckily no one had walked into the bathroom after the Tatsuha incident. He washed up, grabbed the bag and walked back to the table as casually as possible.

There really was no way to salvage this situation. Tatsuha had a pretty good idea of what was going on, and if Mika-san didn’t know before, chances were she did now. Rather than try to make up some bullshit excuse, he simply bent down to sit. The moment his ass hit the cushion, he regretted it. While he could stand to have the anal plug inside him, sitting on it was very uncomfortable. He started scooting around trying to find the most comfortable position to be in. Finally, he settled on sitting in a kneeling position, resting on the backs of his legs.

Tatsuha watched him trying his hardest to keep his laughter inside, and Mika tried to pretend she didn’t know what was going on. Eiri went on eating, ignoring his squirmy lover sitting next to him.

“Can we please just finish our lunch before I loose my appetite?” Mika half asked and half demanded of the men sitting around her. Eiri and Shuichi immediately agreed, and Tatsuha promised to ‘try’ and play nice.

About 15 more minutes went by, and the conversation was safe and comfortable. Suddenly, a jolt moved through Shuichi’s body, and he jumped up, throwing his chopsticks across the table. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he let out a loud yelp.

“Shu-kun,” Mika-san began. “Please don’t take this wrong, and I’m not sure if I want to know the answer, but what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Um,” he started, embarrassment etched in his face, “I think something bit my leg. Sorry!”

Shuichi sat back down and recovered from the shock. Nothing bit him. The anal plug had suddenly turned on and sent deep vibrations deep into his prostate. It stayed on for a second, and then just as suddenly, it turned off.

Eiri gave him a look that said ‘you baka!’, and then continued eating as if nothing had happened. Now, leave it up to a perverted monk to instantly become suspicious. He knew the singer’s sudden outburst was probably Eiri’s fault, and decided to watch them both closely.

Another 10 minutes passed, and Tatsuha saw Eiri reach inside his jacket pocket, but not pull anything out. Within a matter of seconds, Shuichi jumped again, jolting as if he’d stuck a metal fork in an electrical socket. Mika’s mouth dropped open, and Eiri gave Shuichi another dirty look. Tatsuha immediately started laughing hysterically.

Between guffaws, the youngest Usegi managed to get out, “Evil Eiri! You’re working the remote control for the vibrator stuck up Shu’s ass!”

Mika threw down her chopsticks, stood up and growled, “I’m leaving. I refuse to play a part in your sick sex games Eiri. Tatsuha, either follow me now or find your own way home.” With that, she walked out the door.

“Screw that man, this is too fucking funny. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here. And then I’ll go home with you two and stay at your house tonight.”

Eiri immediately yelled back, “You most certainly will not! Don’t think you’re spending one second with us once we leave the restaurant. Find your own way back to Mika’s house!”

Their bickering went back and forth, neither of them paying any attention to Shuichi. The poor singer was bright red in the face, and starting to sweat. Eiri hadn’t turned off the vibrator yet. It was still buzzing away against his prostate. He couldn’t talk, hell, he could barely breathe at this point.

Shuichi grabbed at Eiri’s arm and pulled, trying to get his attention. His Master ignored him, too wrapped up in his argument. Whimpering like a child, he tried to say Eiri’s name, but could barely manage the first syllable. After a minute, he decided to sit back and try to ride out the vibrations. Hopefully the brothers would stop fighting in a moment, and he’d be given some relief.

Luckily, Shuichi had worn a sweater, which hung over his jeans. The constant stimulation of his prostate had given him a hard-on, and he was very glad it was hidden from view. After a few more minutes with no end in sight to the fight, he began rocking back and forth slowly, sweat dripping down his face.

“I don’t care what you have to do to get back to her house. Take a fucking cab for all I care. You are NOT coming home with us!” Eiri gestured with his chopsticks, little bits of rice flying around the table.

“E…E…Eiri, stoooop, p…please!” Shuichi stuttered quietly, afraid to say more for fear he’d moan out loud. To his dismay, the brothers continued to ignore him.

Oh, he was so hard, and it felt so good, it was amazing! The vibrations pierced through him, and the familiar tickle in the bottom of his stomach started to build. He was close, and if Eiri didn’t turn it off soon…

Too late. Shuichi grabbed a hold of Eiri’s arm, digging his nails in tight. He pressed his face against his Master, grinding it against him.

“Shuichi, what the fuck is…” Before Eiri could get out any more words, Shuichi let out a long quiet ‘Ahhhhhhhh’. The brothers watched with morbid fascination as the singer shuddered and came in his pants.

Shuichi continued to shake until Eiri reached into his pocket and touched the remote control. Realizing he’d left it turned on, his eyes went wide with horror. It was switched off, and Shuichi collapsed into Eiri’s lap.

Tatsuha collapsed back onto the floor in a fit of laughter. The tears were pouring out of his eyes as he rolled back and forth.

“Check please!” called out the writer. The server was all too happy to bring it over, and before she could hand it to him, Eiri placed a credit card in her hand. “Hurry,” he instructed her.

The lunch was paid for, the receipt was signed, and Eiri lifted his drained boy into his arms and carried him out of the restaurant. Tatsuha hurried to follow behind them. When they got to the car, Eiri gently settled Shuichi into the front passenger seat, locked and closed the door, walked around the car, got inside, locked his door and started the car.

He pulled away quickly, leaving his idiot brother standing there with his hands in the air and an incredulous look on his face. Let that brat find his own way back to Mika’s. And if he DARED to show up at his front door, he’d kill him.

Luckily, Tatsuha was smart enough to know he’d pushed his luck, and caught a taxi back to his sister’s place.

It was perfect. The scene had played out almost exactly as Eiri had imagined it. He’d not only pulled off a perfect public scene, he’d pissed off his brother and sister as well. He couldn’t wait to get home and look at the photos. Life could not be sweeter.

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“Moshi Moshi, Hiro, what’s up?” Shuichi answered his phone with sleep in his voice. Even though it was already past noon, he and Eiri had stayed up late together last night, and he was still tired.

Hiro answered, “Not much, just calling to see how you’re doing. Suguru and I are going clubbing tonight. Want to join us?”

“I need to talk to Eiri first and see if he has anything planned.” Shuichi looked around the bedroom. The novelist was nowhere in sight. He was probably typing again, or he may have already left for his meeting with the publisher.

“Suguru and I are spending the day together. He’s in the shower now. I’m giving him a break.” Shuichi could hear the teasing in his best friend’s voice, and laughed.

“I’m glad you guys are happy. I hope you stay happy! So, did you ask him to scene with you?”

Hiro frowned. “Nah, couldn’t bring myself to do it. Maybe later.

“HEY! Eiri and I are going to Depravity for a three-day weekend in three weeks. What about if you and Suguru joined us? I mean, not ‘joined’ us, but came with us? You could get your own room!!”

Hiro thought about it for a moment before answering. “I’d like to say yes, but I don’t know how Suguru would react to a room filled with sexual devices.”

“No problem! They have vanilla rooms too. Those rooms have only some very innocent sex toys in them; like lube, vibrators, blindfolds, but nothing too extreme. You could tell him you’re going to stay in a vanilla room, and then switch to a regular dungeon room. Tell him the vanilla rooms were all sold out. Eiri and I will sponsor you for the weekend.”

The idea had merit, and Hiro decided to throw caution to the wind. “How do I make the reservation?”

“You don’t. I’ll have to do it for you. Dungeon room, right?” Shuichi bounced at the idea of his best friend joining them at the resort. He knew they’d probably see very little of each other, but it was still exciting.

“Yeah, dungeon room. So listen, call me when you know if you can go out tonight. Later!”

“Bye-bye!!” Shuichi put the phone down, then his head down, and drifted back to sleep.

TBC….

A/N:

[1] Have you ever seen a traditional Japanese toilet, aka a squat toilet? It’s the weirdest thing to me, an American. I know I’d lose my balance. Well, here’s a site with a little flash show instructing you on how to use a squat toilet. You have to check this out – it’s HILAROUS!
http://www.asahi-net.or.jp/~AD8Y-HYS/movie.htm

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