Depravity

A/N: Warning! Scened consensual nonconsensuality ahead!!! This means it’s not really NCS.

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Hiro’s mind was whirling with the earlier conversations. He couldn’t believe that Yuki was going to let Shu be the Dominant tonight. He and Suguru had switched back and forth with almost every time they made love, but Hiro mostly dominated, and they weren’t scening. He didn’t know if he could give over control the way Yuki was planning.

Looking down into his lap, he tried to focus exclusively on the here and now. The ‘here’ being Suguru, the ‘now’ being the amazing blowjob Hiro was on the receiving end of. Suguru’s tongue was wrapping around the head of his cock and making his eyes cross. The guitarist loved this, but he wanted more. There was one part of the conversation with Shuichi that truly intrigued Hiro. A rape scene. Hiro had read about rape in the BDSM world, and how it was a form of role-playing that could be extremely intense. Oh what he wouldn’t give to try that out right now, and he knew exactly how it would work. His mind drifted away again, and this time, he allowed the fantasy to fuel his arousal.

Hiro would hide out in the spare bedroom after telling Suguru he’d be right back. After a few long minutes, Suguru would search him out. When Suguru walked into the room, Hiro would come out of hiding and sneak in behind him. He’d have a small knife in his hand, a butter knife, nothing more dangerous. Pressing it into Suguru’s back he’d warn, “If you scream or try to get away, you’ll get hurt.”

Lifting the younger man’s shirt, he’d draw the cold metal across his skin, keeping up the illusion of danger. Suguru’s breath would catch in his throat. He’d know it was Hiro, it could be no one else, but the sheer possibility of danger would be intoxicating. “Please, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt me.”

“Good boy. Now go kneel on the bed.” Suguru would do as he was told, shivering slightly. Hiro would move in behind him, his hands reaching out to touch and then pinch Suguru’s ass roughly. “Mmmm, sweet. You like this, don’t you?”

Suguru wouldn’t respond, but what little glimpses Hiro would have of his bare skin would reveal it was flushed with nervous excitement.

Hiro would take the hem of Suguru’s shirt in his hands, and with a harsh wrench, rip the shirt until it was completely split. Pushing the material forward, it would slide it off the keyboardist’s arms and onto the bed in front of him.

“P…please! I’ll do anything, just don’t hu…” he would press the cold metal of the knife against Suguru’s back, stopping his pleas.

“QUIET!” The small whimpers in response would fuel Hiro’s excitement more. Dragging the knife from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and then down Suguru’s spine, he’d drink in the sight of the goose bumps rising on his victim’s skin. “You know you want this. You’re nothing but a dirty little slut, MY slut. I’m going to fuck you. So. Hard.”

With that promise, Hiro would reach down behind the waistband of Suguru’s pants, searching out the puckered entrance. Sliding a finger inside, Suguru would gasp with the slightly painful intrusion. “This part of you can’t wait to have me inside. It’s sucking me in. Take off your pants.”

Suguru would rush to meet his demands, pushing his slacks down to his knees. Before he could move to remove them completely, Hiro would stop him. “That’s far enough. Now the boxers.” The final piece of material would be shoved down and Hiro would finger him hard and fast.

“Uhh, please, oh gods, anything, please!”

“Bend over slut. Let me see that sweet ass of yours. I want to watch myself finger you.” Pressing the knife hard against Suguru’s back, he’d force his victim onto his hands and knees. The restriction of his pants around his knees would keep his legs closed. “You know you want this. You can’t wait until I’m pounding into you, fucking you blind. Tell me!”

Suguru’s body would be sweating and shaking. “I do, gods I want you! Please! It’s too much!” Suguru’s passage would back up his words, clenching and releasing around Hiro’s single finger.

Moving closer and straddling Suguru’s legs, Hiro would release the zipper and button on his jeans and pull out his erection. Coating himself in lube, without warning, he’d press completely into the keyboardist with one thrust. “Slut!”

Suguru’s scream would echo through the room. Without waiting for him to adjust to the intrusion, Hiro would pull out and pound back into him again hard enough to jar Suguru’s jaw. Again, and again, the pain and pleasure would tear through the keyboardist’s body.

Withdrawing completely, Hiro would back up and pull off the last of Suguru’s clothes, releasing his legs from their confinement. “Turn around.” Doing as he was instructed, Hiro would shove Suguru’s body down onto the bed and push his legs open. Lifting his victim’s ass, he would reposition himself and plunge back in. “I’m gonna fuck you through the mattress!”

Suguru would watch him intently, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly wet with drool. Hiro would set a wild pace, thrusting violently into the smaller body pinned beneath him. Reaching up with one hand, he’d lace his fingers through Suguru’s hair, gripping it tight and pressing down into the mattress. Suguru would be completely crushed and held immobile, his voice alternating between cries and screams. Close, Hiro would be so close.

He could feel it. Suguru’s absolute surrender would be sweet perfection, and oh GODS he was going to cum!

Hiro reached down into his lap with both hands, threading the soft hair on Suguru’s head between his fingers. Holding the keyboardist still, he thrust up into that mouth filling it with his cum, while visions of himself thrusting into that body beneath him flashed before his eyes. It was one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever experienced. FUCK! He needed to get Suguru into some BDSM playtime with him. Soon.

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He sat in his car finishing off one last cigarette. It was five minutes to six. Shuichi had told him not to be home until six pm, and since the singer was calling the shots tonight, Eiri obeyed the order. He’d found it difficult to occupy himself for most of the day. He’d gone shopping at the mall, the experience reminding him why he hated the shoppers’ paradise so much, spent some time in one of those large bookstore chains with the coffee/tea shop on the top floor, and even taken in a movie. All his outings had served to do was tighten the knot in his stomach.

He was nervous.

He kept telling himself he had no reason to be nervous. This was Shuichi! His ultimate uke! Submissive supreme! The boy didn’t have an aggressive bone in his body. But Eiri knew that submissive or not, Shuichi had been handed the big brass ring and was probably planning something wildly unimaginable for their scene.

Another drag on his cigarette, another minute closer to six pm. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and tried to get his mind into the right space to get through the night. It wasn’t working, but that didn’t really matter. He’d done this once before with a mentor. He didn’t love his mentor; she’d simply been someone to teach him the ropes. Submitting to her had been nearly impossible, but he’d done it. It should be much easier to submit to Shuichi, just based on his emotional attachment to the younger man. It was about trust, and Eiri trusted Shuichi.

Fuck, the clock was moving so slow! He’d been sitting out in front of the house for far too long. Deciding it was close enough, the novelist got out and threw his cigarette down to the ground. After grinding it out, he made the long trek to the front door.

He expected to find Shuichi waiting for him, but instead the house was empty. He had been so wrapped up in his own nerves that he’d forgotten today was the day Shuichi was spending with his sister. Cursing at himself for wasting time in the car, he turned on the lights.

The room had a few new additions. On the couch were a couple of towels, and a simple wooden chair from the office sat in the corner. Eiri glared at it angrily. They’d used that chair before – did Shuichi really think he was going do what Eiri thought he was going to do? The final addition was the long thin mirror from inside their bedroom closet. It was sitting directly in front of the couch. With a resigned sigh, Eiri walked to the coffee table and picked up the note.

“If you’ve followed my instructions, it’s now 6pm. I’m on my way home. In the meantime, go into the bathroom, shower, and use everything I’ve set out for you. Dry off completely, dress in the clothes I’ve left out, and then come back into the living room. Wait for me on the couch.”

Eiri dropped the note and made his way to the bathroom. On his way, he saw a pair of black leather pants on his side of the bed.

Picking up the box left on the sink counter, Eiri couldn’t help but think, ‘Obviously I’m getting fucked tonight.’ The singer had thought of everything, making sure Eiri would be cleaned both outside and in. Once that unpleasantness was over with, he showered using the scented soaps and conditioner left for him. Everything smelled like oranges and ginger, and was actually quite nice. The scents were definitely him, and he mentally praised Shuichi on his choice.

He dried and walked into the bedroom to don the leather pants. Immediately realizing his mistake, he let out a few choice explicatives before sliding on the crotchless leather chaps. He couldn’t fucking believe he was wearing these ‘things’. They were tight around his legs, thighs and waist, and completely open around his ass and groin. He thought he looked like a reject from the Village People, but if this was what got Shuichi off, then…

Ah, humiliation. What a lovely BDSM tool.

The final piece of his wardrobe was slipped on – a tight metal cock-ring that fit around the base of his cock and his balls.

Eiri made his way back into the living room and sat down on the couch to await his fate.

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Shuichi slipped the key into the lock. Now was the moment of truth. Would Eiri be sitting on the couch in leather chaps waiting for him, or would the novelist break his promise? The door opened slowly, and after toeing off his shoes, Shuichi looked around.

There, sitting on the couch and looking thoroughly miserable, was his submissive for the night. AND he was wearing the chaps. Shuichi almost jumped up and down with glee, but held himself in check. He walked through the room without saying a word and into the bathroom to take a quick shower. He needed a little more time to center himself, and wanted to wash away the baby spit that was pretty much covering him.

Stepping under the hot spray, he couldn’t help but chuckle as he remembered his day at the Seguchi house. He’d played with his niece for hours – both of them equally entertaining to the other. Mika-san took Shuichi’s presence as a blessing and indulged in a mid-day nap. Feeling more refreshed than she had in months, she regaled Shuichi with stories from Eiri’s childhood. The singer couldn’t get over how carefree and sweet Eiri was as a child. He knew the reasons for the personality change, but wondered if that child was still inside him, wishing to be set free.

They didn’t broach the subject of their lunch two weeks ago, but Mika-san did slip in one or two embarrassing stories about the novelist. Shuichi let the water run down his body as he laughed, now knowing that Eiri wet his futon until he was eight. Mika-san rolled her eyes when talking about how hard it had been for their father to find rubber sheets to fit a child’s futon.

He’d left that evening feeling closer to his sister-in-law and niece and eagerly awaiting another chance to spend time with them both. Maybe he could even convince Eiri to join them. Someday.

Shuichi dressed slowly, knowing the time he was taking served only to further piss off his submissive. He had considered doing a little deprivation scening with Eiri, basically locking him in a closet for an hour or so, but instead decided not to waste so much of their night with such a solitary form of torture. Anyway, chances were Eiri would enjoy it too much.

Dressed in black leather pants and a black leather sleeveless half-shirt, he picked up his bag of goodies and walked into the living room. Shuichi dimmed the lights slightly, chasing away the harsh edges and corners in the room. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a simple black collar and slipped it around Eiri’s neck.

“Ready?’

Taking a deep breath, Eiri nodded in agreement.

“Ok, what is your safety word?”

Already, Eiri was slightly impressed. Shuichi was keeping himself calm and collected, which must have been rather difficult given that he was such a novice in this position. “Laptop,” was his answer, and Shuichi repeated the word out loud, chuckling slightly. He could have started an office pool on what Eiri’s word would have been, and he would have won.

“For tonight, you will call me Shindo-sama and I will call you Neko-chan.”

Eiri started. “What! You have to be fucking kidding me! There’s no way you’re calling me…” Eiri looked up into Shuichi’s flashing eyes. He’d broken out of the scene, and they hadn’t even started.

“I mean, yes Shindo-sama.” Shuichi relaxed, allowing that they both needed a little room to get used to their new roles. BUT, that didn’t mean he’d forget Eiri’s outburst. His Neko-chan would pay for that later.

Shuichi moved the mirror into position. Dragging the chair across the room, he rested the mirror against the back of it for support. Eiri inwardly sighed. So THAT was what the chair was for. Thank the gods.

The mirror now sat directly in front of Eiri. Shuichi took up his position to the left of his submissive and began to explain the rest of the rules. “You will not cum unless I give you permission. You will thank me when appropriate. And most important, you will watch what we are doing in the mirror. Do not close your eyes or look away. Understood?”

“Yes, Shindo-sama,” Eiri replied, immediately training his eyes on their reflection.

Shuichi reached out and fondled Eiri’s cock gently, stroking and tugging on the soft skin. “Spread your legs.” Doing as he was told, Eiri spread himself before the mirror.

With his free hand, Shuichi reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of orange scented lube. Pouring some into the palm of his hand, he warmed it slightly and then applied it to Eiri’s cock, which was slowly starting to harden under his touches.

Shuichi rubbed the oil into his sub’s cock and then reached down to do the same to his sac. Eiri was beginning to enjoy the ministrations, his breath and heart speeding up slightly. He decided to just relax and get into this. Fighting it would only make it worse, and so far, there wasn’t anything bad going on.

Shuichi truly excelled at hand-jobs. He knew where to touch and where to avoid. He knew how much pressure to apply, and what Eiri’s favorite strokes were. Knowing that the cockring would restrict Eiri, Shuichi slowly began putting all his favorite techniques into practice. He was happy to drag this out as long as necessary, loving the weight of his sub’s cock in his hands.

Shuichi switched techniques every few minutes to continue exciting his sub. Eiri was huffing his breaths, watching those smaller hands work him up and down in the mirror. The pleasure was fantastic, and he was completely enjoying the moment. After about 20 minutes without full satisfaction, Shuichi gave Eiri another instruction.

“Neko-chan, Lift your right leg and put your foot on footrest next to you.” Doing so totally spread Eiri open. Shuichi reached down with an oiled finger and circled around his sub’s entrance. All the while, he continued stroking Eiri’s cock, neglecting his own arousal.

That finger continued circling and playing, occasionally pressing harder against the center, but not penetrating him in any way. Eiri was panting hard, his body throbbing in rhythm with his heart. He gasped as Shuichi’s hands left the ring of muscles to travel up to his sac. Rolling them gently in both hands, the stimulation began to overwhelm the sub.

Eiri slowly tossed his head back and let out a low long moan, pushing his hips upwards into his Dom’s hands. Shuichi immediately saw the mistake and chided him.

“Neko-chan! You’re not allowed to look away from the mirror.” Jumping slightly at the order, Eiri immediately brought his eyes back to the glass before him. He tensed, waiting for the punishment to land. And waited. And waited! But there was no slap, no pinch, no hard squeeze. Instead, Shuichi continued fondling and jerking him off without missing a single stroke.

The novelist laughed inwardly. He knew Shuichi wasn’t really up to this. Had their roles been reversed, Eiri would have immediately punished Shuichi for breaking the rules. This would be a cinch! It seemed like all that the boy really wanted was an opportunity to play around with him a bit. That would be no problem for Eiri to withstand.

Shuichi saw Eiri relax and understood his reaction to be complacency. He was succeeding in lulling him into a very false sense of security. Time to step things up another notch.

Reaching down into his bag, Shuichi pulled out a small silver oval object with a cord running from it. Eiri recognized it instantly as an egg vibrator. Uhhh, he knew where that was going.

“Move down on the couch a bit more.” Helping his sub scoot into position, Shuichi coated his fingers in lube. He hadn’t yet prepared Eiri, so he left the egg vibrator sitting on his sub’s thigh, teasing him with it’s presence.

Shuichi hadn’t instructed Eiri to lube or stretch himself before the scene. He wanted the pleasure of starting that process himself. Neglecting Eiri’s cock completely, Shuichi slipped one slick digit in, pressing until it was completely buried in his sub’s body. Eiri forced his body to relax to the intrusion. Shuichi began sawing his finger in and out, occasionally stopping to apply more lube. Removing his hand, he took Eiri’s right hand and poured some oil onto his long thin fingers.

“Finish prepping yourself. Put on a good show for me. Watch yourself in the mirror.”

Eiri rubbed the oil over his fingers and reached under his raised right leg. Both sets of eyes watched closely as the novelist slipped his middle finger inside, sliding in as far as possible.

“Uhh, yeah. Keep doing that! Make yourself wet and loose.” Shuichi’s eyes were wide at the amazing vision before him. After a few moments, Eiri added a second finger, scissoring and grinding inside his body.

Eiri was enjoying this. Shuichi was really getting off on his little display – practically humping the couch while watching him finger-fuck himself. He raised his right leg even higher, his heel resting on the couch instead of the footrest, spreading himself apart further and giving his Dom an even better view. A third finger slid inside, and Eiri began moaning loudly, practically harmonizing with the singer.

Shuichi reached out and pushed Eiri’s hand away from himself. Lubing the egg vibrator, he pressed the toy to the ring of muscle and inside, up into Eiri’s body, turning it on low. It wasn’t against Eiri’s prostate, but the deep thrumming was extremely arousing to the novelist.

Shuichi then continued stroking Eiri’s cock, watching as his sub’s eyes began to close thanks to the intense pleasure pulsing through him. Eiri fought against his strong desire to close his eyes, but was losing. Shuichi waited, and the moment Eiri’s eyes shut for more than a few seconds, he pulled away and snapped, “OPEN YOUR EYES!”

Eiri immediately obeyed, the shock knocking his arousal down a few more notches. Again, he waited for punishment, and again, nothing happened. He almost wished Shuichi could be a little more aggressive, but quickly quelled that thought remembering the old adage, be careful what you wish for. Their scene hadn’t really begun, and the sharpness in Shuichi’s voice warned him that things could still change at any moment.

The singer continued stroking and rubbing Eiri, trying out a few new tricks he’d learned while researching their scene the past week. Eiri especially responded to a technique called the shuttle cock.

He took Eiri’s cock in both hands, fingers lightly touching the sides of the shaft as if he was holding a clarinet. Then he flicked his cock back and forth between his hands by holding onto the loose skin of the shaft. It had a reputation for building up extreme tension and making men beg to cum. It was working.

Eiri’s breath was erratic and his entire body moved. He was quivering and shaking from head to toe, trying so hard to keep calm and remain focused on the mirror. That little flicking job Shuichi was working on him was amazing, and without realizing it, Eiri’s eyes dropped to his lap to watch closer.

Without ceasing his play, Shuichi growled low, “That’s the third time Neko-chan, and I’m going to make you regret it. Now watch the mirror!” Eiri’s head snapped to and he refocused on his reflection. His heart clenched in his chest. Now he understood Shuichi’s little game! He was keeping tabs on him, counting his mistakes, and would punish him when they were done with this part of the scene. It was so hot, so devious of his lover, and just the knowledge that Shuichi had planning something this sneaky was enough to push him past the edge.

But, ah fuck! That goddamned cock ring!!

He wanted to cum! It was too much for him. Shuichi hadn’t forbidden him to talk, so he made his plea. “Shindo-sama, please, let me cum!”

Shuichi smiled and met Eiri’s eyes in the mirror. “You want to cum now? Beg me, and I might let you.”

Eiri cried loud, “Please Shindo-sama! Please!” Begging instinctively, Eiri felt the control inside him snap. The hands on his cock seemed to be an extension of his own body, drawing the bliss from deep inside. The vibrator was turned up a little higher, and Eiri was nearly babbling. “Please…Oh GODS! Please! Please!”

Shuichi trembled, releasing his own cock from his pants quickly. While stroking himself with one hand, the other hand reached down to release the clasp on Eiri’s cock ring before continuing stroking his shaft and head. He leaned over, ran his tongue around his sub’s ear and whispered, “Cum.”

With a piercing scream, Eiri felt his seed pump out and over his Dom’s hands. Trying with all his strength to watch the mirror, he saw Shuichi’s own release arch from his cock and into his lap, splashing both of them with the hot liquid. After those small hands pumped every last drop of cum from him, Eiri’s head thumped back onto the couch. His eyes didn’t leave the mirror until Shuichi said, “Relax, you can look away.” As soon as it was said, Eiri’s eyes closed and his body slumped.

It was an unbelievable orgasm for both of them, and Eiri was amazed at how Shuichi was able to break his control so easily. He realized it had much to do with their relationship, doubting that anyone else would ever be able to garner the same effect from him.

Shuichi always recovered faster than he did, so he wasn’t surprised when moments later the singer whispered in his ear, “We’re just getting started. Take out the vibrator and lie down on the floor on your back.”

Once Eiri was in position, Shuichi stripped off his clothes and joined him, kneeling over his sub’s body. He had one knee on either side of Eiri’s head and was facing the novelist’s feet. Lowering himself slowly, he presented his posterior to his lover. “Get worshiping.”

The novelist chuckled lightly before kissing the skin above him, the round pink globes practically glowing from their previous exertion. He dotted little kisses around each cheek before placing a slow gentle kiss directly on the ring on muscle above him. Retracing his earlier path, Eiri kissed him again, this time deeper, allowing his tongue to come out and trace along the sweet skin.

Shuichi closed his eyes and relaxed into the sensations. Doing this should give Eiri just enough time to recover before he pulled the rug out from under him. If he only knew what was coming next…

Eiri’s tongue began making wide sweeping arcs across Shuichi’s bottom before closing in on his entrance once again. Spiraling closer and closer to the object of his worship, Eiri bathed the skin with his tongue and lips, sometimes nibbling, drawing gasps of pleasure from his Dom.

His tongue finally swiped over Shuichi’s entrance, teasing and tickling the pink flesh. Shuichi gasped for air as Eiri’s tongue slipped inside. So good, it felt amazing! They’d done this to each other many times, but not in this position. It was powerful stuff for Shuichi, and he found himself leaning forward to balance better.

Eiri didn’t stop tonguing him for a moment, setting a fast pace that was driving his Dom wild. Shuichi was hard, drops of cum splashing on Eiri’s neck and chest. Shuichi’s eyes were drawn to Eiri’s cock, which was hard again. Reaching down, the singer removed the cock ring and said, “For the rest of the night, you can cum whenever you’re ready. You just can’t touch yourself.”

Eiri answered, “Thank you Shindo-sama,” his hot breath ghosting across Shuichi’s skin and making him shudder with pleasure.

It was time to move on to the next part of the scene. Shuichi stood up and moved the mirror down onto the floor. He couldn’t help but stop for a moment and look at his sub, lying there clad in leather chaps and a collar, one leg bent at the knee, aroused, panting and flushed with excitement. Shuichi pulled the chair into the middle of the room and sat down. “Crawl to me.”

Eiri turned over and did as he was told. He knew what was coming now, and didn’t mind like he thought he would. No one had ever done this to him before, and the knowledge of what was to come both thrilled him and scared the hell out of him. He watched Shuichi closely, seeing his love was just as aroused as he was.

Eiri stopped in front of his Dom and began kissing Shuichi’s legs and knees. The singer leaned back and enjoyed the attention, but when Eiri neared his cock, he reached down and cupped his sub’s face with his hand. Drawing their eyes together, Shuichi began.

“When we were playing in front of the mirror, you looked away three times even though I told you not to. And before that, you balked when I told you what your name would be for the night, Neko-chan. As punishment, you’re going to put yourself across my lap so I can spank you. Five times for each time you looked away, and five times for talking back in the beginning. I’m being very lenient on you as this is your first time submitting to me. That’s twenty spanks, and you’ll count each one down from twenty to one, and thank me for each one as well.

“Get into position.”

Now that it was time, Eiri froze.

Shuichi watched the play of emotions on Eiri’s face. Normally, the novelist was stoic, rarely revealing his emotions to anyone. But his control was in tatters from before, and Shuichi saw the apprehension, fear, excitement, love and desire to please all dance through his eyes. But he could have no mercy on him.

“Don’t make me tell you again. Get into position!”

The sharp order cut through to Eiri and he began moving involuntarily. Standing, Eiri moved to Shuichi’s right side and draped himself over his Dom’s lap. He reached down until he could grip the legs of the chair for support. His cock was nestled against Shuichi’s thigh, still hard despite his extreme trepidation.

Shuichi’s hand rested on his ass, rubbing in circles and squeezing the skin slightly. He reached down and stroked Eiri’s thighs as well, and then ghosted his fingertips back up the cleft. His other hand ran through Eiri’s hair and across his neck, light sensual touches that relaxed him.

“Tell me, are you comfortable?”

Eiri’s voice caught in his throat and it took several tries to get the words out. “Almost Shindo-sama.”

“Move around. Get yourself comfortable. I don’t want you to fall in the middle of this.”

Eiri did as he was told. “Thank you Shindo-sama.” When he finally was draped safely and comfortably over Shuichi’s lap, he said, “Shindo-sama, I’m ready.” His mouth was dry, and he could feel his Dom’s erection pressed into his side.

Shuichi started slow. His left hand continued caressing and touching his sub’s back and neck, and his right hand was raised to begin. The first blow landed on the center of Eiri’s left cheek. It stung, but wasn’t overly painful.

“Twenty. Thank you Shindo-sama.” Eiri smiled lightly. Shuichi knew that he had to start slow and light or the pain would become much too unbearable as they continued.

The second blow landed on the center of his right cheek. It was slightly harder, and his ass was beginning to feel warm.

“Nineteen. Thank you Shindo-sama.” Shuichi smiled and caressed his Neko-chan’s skin. He had to give a little time between each blow to give Eiri’s body time to release endorphins and let his nerves recover, or he would just end up numb and not feel a thing.

The next blow hit low to the left, again slightly harder than before. The next, high to the right. “Eighteen. Thank you Shindo-sama. Seventeen. Thank you Shindo-sama.”

Shuichi reached inside Eiri’s cleft and ran his fingers over his entrance. It was still wet from the oil, and Shuichi teased it deliciously. With a pause to caress and touch between each spank, Eiri continued counting down and Shuichi let the next blow land high to the left, followed by one low to the right.

His voice was beginning to hitch as the pain level grew. “Sixteen, thank you Shindo-sama. Fifteen, thank you Shindo-sama.”

Now Shuichi repeated the pattern. Center left, slightly harder, center right. Harder again, low left, high right, harder, high left, then low right. Eiri was gasping and wriggling his body against Shuichi’s. It stimulated both of them wonderfully, both feeling the pain and pleasure simultaneously. Shuichi had been warned his hand would start to hurt from the blows. His palm was red and hot, but there were more spanks to come, and his heart was pounding. Eiri’s ass was bright red.

Eiri anticipated the next blow, picking up on Shuichi’s pattern. When it landed low left instead of center left, Eiri was surprised and slightly thrown off balance. He recovered quickly and counted, “Eight, thank you Shindo-sama!” and readjusted himself. He was so hard, and couldn’t help but thrust his cock against Shuichi’s leg with each spank that landed. This was going to make him cum, but, oohhh, just not yet. He wanted it to last.

The pain was strong and sharp, and the heat coming from him was intense. Every time Shuichi stopped to stroke him, he moaned low and long in his throat. A hand slipped between his thighs to cup and roll his sac gently, while a thumb pressed against his entrance. If Shuichi kept stimulating him like that, he’d cum too soon.

SLAP “Seven! Thank you Shindo-sama!” Eiri’s voice raised in pitch with each slap. This place he was in, it was wonderful! The pain, the pleasure, the control, the love, everything, oh gods he was in sub-space, and he didn’t want it to end.

SLAP “Six! THANK you Shindo-sama!” It was so hard, so good. Eiri’s body rolled on Shuichi’s lap.

The next spank was the hardest of them all, and landed low and center on his ass. Eiri yelled out loud and rough. There was a throbbing pain in his ass, and a throbbing beat running down his cock. He couldn’t hold it anymore. Pressing hard against Shuichi’s thigh, Eiri groaned and came, the hot liquid pulsing out between their skin. “Oh gods! Oh SHUICHI!”

Catching his breath, he managed to grunt out, “Five, thank you Shindo-sama.”

Shuichi shook knowing that he was able to draw that kind of response out of his lover. He ignored his painfully hard cock a little more. “Four more to go and then this is done.”

Without letting Eiri recover further, he landed the next four blows, each lighter than the previous one. Caressing softly between each blow, Shuichi brought the spanking to a close.

“One, thank you Shindo-sama.”

Eiri’s body slumped completely with exhausted elation. His ass hurt, bad, but the pain was good.

“Get down on your knees.” Shuichi instructed. Walking back to the couch, Shuichi took on of the towels and cleaned the cum off Eiri’s chaps, knowing what a bitch it would be to clean it later.

“See the mirror on the floor? Go straddle it on your hands and knees.” The mirror was thin enough that they could both move over it and see their reflections if they looked down. Shuichi lubed his erection with the orange oil, being careful not to make himself cum.

“Yes, Shindo-sama.” Eiri obeyed and looked at his Dom who was sweaty, flushed and still very much aroused. His ass still burned, but he was actually looking forward to what was next.

Shuichi moved in behind him and thrust inside Eiri with one push. He held himself still, needing a moment to calm down so he wouldn’t cum too fast. He loved being inside the novelist, but this time, looking down at where they joined to see some cum that had splashed against Eiri’s red ass, it was beyond words. Shuichi could write a million songs about how this felt, and never fully capture the moment.

Pulling out until just the head was left inside, Shuichi gave Eiri his next instruction. “Look in the mirror again. Look at where I’m fucking you. That’s me, my cock inside your ass. Watch me fuck you.”

Eiri was already getting hard again as Shuichi set up a fast hard pace. Every time he plunged in, Shuichi squeezed the pained skin of his ass gently, making Eiri gasp louder.

Shuichi was close. He knew he couldn’t keep this up for long, but he was young and his recovery rate was fast. Harder, faster, deeper he thrust into Eiri, until that knot in his stomach began to unravel. He gripped Eiri strong enough to bruise as he emptied himself into the novelist’s body.

Keeping his cock inside Eiri’s body, he closed his eyes and breathed deep until he felt himself stirring again. In no time, he was hard and fucking his sub again. Not trying to make this last, he let himself build up again until the feeling overwhelmed him and he came. Right now wasn’t about Eiri’s pleasure, it was about his. Not that Eiri wasn’t enjoying this; he was!

After his second orgasm, Shuichi withdrew his cock. “Neko-chan, look. See that dripping out of you and down your legs? That’s MY cum.” Shuichi picked up the bottle of lube and pulled one last toy from the bag. It was a life sized life-like dildo. After oiling it, he slid it deep inside Eiri and fucked it with him, waiting for his own erection to return.

Eiri was hard again, his cock dripping pre-cum to the glass below. The stark contrast of his light skin, Shuichi’s darker skin, the leather of the chaps and the dildo painted a beautiful reflection, and it burned itself into Eiri’s mind.

After a few minutes, Shuichi removed the dildo and replaced it with his own cock. Slowly, almost gently, he fucked his sub slapping their legs together with each thrust. Shuichi bend over and licked the skin of Eiri’s back. He kissed, nibbled and tickled his sub, never slowing his hips as he filled Eiri’s passage.

Moving down Eiri’s side with his mouth, Shuichi stopped at the top of Eiri’s hip and bit down. Eiri yelled in pain, his back and neck arching off the floor. Shuichi didn’t relent, but bit deeper and harder. Not enough to break skin, but enough to mark him. When he backed off, he looked at the angry red marks left behind, kissed them, and withdrew from his lover’s body.

“Roll over onto your back away from the glass.” Eiri was glad for the new position. His body ached and he was having difficulty holding himself up.

Once Eiri was in position, Shuichi kneeled between his legs and hooked his legs over his shoulders. Shuichi slipped back inside the prone novelist’s body and started running his fingers through Eiri’s hair. They gripped each other tight and rocked in rhythm.

Shuichi had cum so many times that he was able to make this languid and slow. He bent Eiri’s body slightly, allowing him to move further up towards his lover’s lips. They kissed, tongues slipping out to taste and touch, until the arousal began to overwhelm them.

Shuichi leaned back and said, “Let me see you touch yourself. Cum while I’m inside you.”

“Yes, Shindo-sama.” Eiri’s hand gripped his length, and he stroked himself in counterpoint to Shuichi’s thrusts. Shuichi held back, wanting to see his sub cum first. It didn’t take long. Eiri’s head was thrown back, his mouth open, his body tensed, and in a moment it all released. His cum poured out over his hand as he called out to his Dom in completion.

His orgasm caused his passage to grip tight around Shuichi’s cock, and it was the final stimulation needed to push the singer over the edge. He pulled out quickly and came on the novelist’s body, his cum spraying Eiri’s cock and sac. After drawing every bit out of himself that he could, he reached into the bag and pulled out the digital camera. Eiri’s eyes were closed, so Shuichi moved back and called out, “Neko-chan.”

The moment Eiri’s eyes opened, the camera and flash went off. They both laughed softly and Eiri said, “Thank you, Shindo-sama.”

Shuichi crawled up and into Eiri’s arms, whispering in his ear, “No, my love. Thank you.”

TBC…..



A/N: So, SORRY about the delay. I was hit with the flu bug (again – didn’t think you could get the flu twice, but apparently you can), and this is the first day I really felt well enough to work on this seriously. But I hope you liked it!

Let’s see…Neko-chan mean kitty or little cat.

Reviews! THANK YOU for all your kind words and encouragement!!

***Special thanks once again to AshCat and Ashley V!!!!***

I’m still under the weather, but I expect to have another chapter out in a few days. Thanks for reading!


See you soon!

~ffpanda