Depravity

Eiri sat on the couch waiting for Shuichi to wake up. He’d been out late with Hiro and Suguru the night before, and would probably sleep another few hours. That was fine with Eiri – he was still working out the details of the punishment he planned to inflict on his sub.

It had to be appropriate. Eiri didn’t believe in punishment always being physical. That was the easy way out for a Dom. He also didn’t believe in overpunishing his sub. It could lead to an abusive relationship between them, Shuichi striving to disobey in order to receive attention. In the year they’d been scening, he’d seriously punished Shuichi two times – play punishment didn’t count as the mechanics and drive behind it were completely different. Also, there was a huge difference between discipline and punishment.

Discipline was normally administered immediately after an infraction. His sub might be slapped or made to sit in a corner, or in the case of their last scening weekend, forced to create his own punishment box. But it was still kept mostly light and easy.

This time would be different. This time his punishment would be much more severe.

The novelist knew Shuichi almost as well as he knew himself. He understood the singer’s drives, his likes, his dislikes; his basic needs. He used this knowledge to devise Shuichi’s punishment, knowing the younger man would very clearly understand the message he was given.

Shuichi walked into the room rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Good morning Eiri.”

The novelist didn’t answer. It was time, and he had no desire to let this drag out any further. Punishing his sub was no more fun for Eiri than it was for Shuichi. He walked to him and slipped the collar around Shuichi’s neck. Shuichi stared at him in surprise. He expected his punishment to begin later that night, not so early in the day.

“Boy, I want you to take your time and go through our home from top to bottom. Bring me anything and everything you own that relates to Nittle Grasper. Every CD. Every poster. Every autograph. Every T-shirt. Everything. Go now.”

Shuichi’s heart jumped up into his throat and he held back his frightened sobs. He couldn’t imagine what Eiri was planning on doing with his prized collection. Like a zombie, Shuichi moved through the house and brought item after item to the coffee table, setting everything down before his Dom.

It was a long, slow process – there was so much to bring. The novelist appraised the collection. CD’s, shirts, posters, plaques, rings, jeans, books, photos, necklaces, a clock, plushies, watches, sheet music, programmes, ticket stubs, calendars, bobbleheads, jigsaw puzzles, action figures, DVD’s, VHS cassettes, keychains, at least 20 different Kumagoros, the list just went on and on. There were autographed photos of Ryu, Noriko and Tohma, letters from Ryu, even a manga series based on the group was laid reverently before the novelist. Eiri had no idea there was this much Nittle Grasper crap out there!

“Is this everything?” Eiri asked him?

Shuichi nodded and answered, “Yes Master,” his eyes glued to the pile in front of them. Everything had significance in Shuichi’s life. He could simply pick an item up and be transported back in time to the moment he acquired it.

Without thinking, Shuichi reached out and took a ticket stub in his hand. It was from the original farewell concert that Nittle Grasper put on when he was still in high school. He remembered how crushed he was when Ryuichi, Tohma and Noriko announced the next song they were going to play would be the last song they would play together.

Next, Shuichi picked up a big blue Kumagoro and hugged it tightly, remembering how Ryuichi had given it to him as a gift one year for his birthday. The next item was the original lyric sheet for Shining Collection, given to him by the three members of Nittle Grasper after it’s debut performance. Without a doubt, it was the most precious item in his collection, combining two of his greatest loves: Eiri and Nittle Grasper.

Item after item was lifted, mulled over, and placed back in the pile. Eiri knew what he was doing, letting it continue. Having Shuichi in such a nostalgic state would only sweeten his punishment more.

After a few more minutes, Eiri decided it was enough. “Are you through yet?”

Shuichi jumped and placed the t-shirt he was holding back in the pile. “Yes Master.”

“Good. Go get my lighter.”

While Shuichi left to retrieve his lighter, Eiri pulled out several flattened cardboard boxes from behind the couch. His sub returned sweating and shaking. Mind fucks were such a fantastic form of torture, and Eiri laughed to himself.

He lit a cigarette, pocketed the lighter, and instructed Shuichi to build the cardboard boxes. Once that was done, Eiri patted the couch next to him and waited for Shuichi to sit down.

“You’ve had all night to think about what you’ve done wrong.” Eiri kept his voice low and level. He viewed what he was doing as similar to scolding a child, and knew that screaming and yelling would just cause Shuichi to withdraw inside himself rather than listen to the message.

“I realize that you didn’t tip off Tohma to our scening on purpose, but you should have used some common sense. Our scening life shouldn’t be discussed in such a public setting. You may have thought you were alone when you and Hiro talked, but you were in an office building. In this day and age, there’s no such thing as privacy in the workplace. Every email, every document, ever conversation you have runs the chance of being recorded and reviewed by someone.

“I don’t think Tohma was trying to embarrass you. After all, his interest is in the bottom line, and he saw a way to increase it. Now you’re going to have to deal with the fact that my asshole brother-in-law knows you’re my pony-boy on a daily basis. I have to deal with that same fact as well, and it makes me very uncomfortable.”

Eiri thought back on his confrontation with the President of NG the day before.

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Eiri drove the short distance to the NG building, parking in the spot reserved for Shuichi in the garage. Walking to the welcome desk, he lowered his dark sunglasses to peer over the lenses and flattered Tohma’s current location out of the receptionist.

Tohma was rehearsing with Noriko and Ryuichi in Studio 4. Knowing exactly where that was, he thanked the giggling blushing girl at the desk and boarded the nearest elevator.

Tohma and Noriko stood on either side of the Nittle Grasper lead singer as he performed Shining Collection with absolute perfection. Tohma was so involved in his playing and backup singing that he didn’t even notice Eiri stride through the recording booth into the studio until hands were placed on him.

Eiri didn’t bother greeting the other two musicians. He was focused on his brother-in-law, and let nothing distract him from his goal. With a sharp forceful tug, he pulled Tohma away from his keyboard and out into the hall before anyone could raise a protest.

Noriko and Ryuichi stood in the studio in stunned silence, both smart enough to realize that going to Tohma’s rescue would probably result in serious injury to their own bodies.

Eiri walked a calm Tohma to the nearest empty room, shutting the door behind them.

“I’m not here to discuss this at length,” Eiri began. “Let me make myself perfectly clear. Shuichi will NOT wear any clothing or costume relating to pony play, or BDSM play or anything of the like on stage, in videos or in photos. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.”

Tohma interrupted, “Eiri-kun, be reasonable. He looks good in bondage wear, and I’m sure he’s completely delicious in pony-gear.”

“NO!” yelled Eiri loudly. “This is not up for debate. You understand our lifestyle. Fuck Tohma, you’re the one that first introduced me to it years ago! Shuichi is MY sub, and he is not permitted to share himself with anyone other than me. That includes wearing bondage gear outside of our scenes. No harnesses. No pony-ears. No tails. NO PONY-BOOTS! If you defy me on this, so help me I’ll pack him up and move us both out of the country. You’ll lose us both. Don’t fuck with me!”

Tohma sighed loudly and sat down in one of the plush chairs. “You’re being difficult! Shuichi used to wear harnesses and collars on stage all the time when he first started out. His fans are used to seeing him in a BDSM costume. Half of his PR shots from his first two years have him in some form of bondage. The fans have come to expect it, and we need to give them what they want.”

“Since when have I ever given a rat’s ass what the fans want? The answer remains no. And I don’t want you to ever discuss this with Shuichi again. That goes for your psycho-American as well. You’re going to lose on this one Tohma, how big you lose is up to you. I’ve stated what I came here to say – this subject is now closed.”

Without waiting for a response, Eiri walked out of the office and slammed the door, shattering the small glass window in the center.

Tohma took a deep breath and muttered, “Well, that could have gone better.”

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“Do you understand what you’ve done wrong?”

Shuichi immediately answered tearfully, “Yes Master, I do. I swear I’ll be more discreet in the future. I’ll never talk with Hiro about our scening again.”

“No! That’s not the issue here!” Eiri grew annoyed at his sub’s apparent lack of understanding. “I told you, I don’t care that you discuss this with Hiro. Obviously, Hiro is interested in our lifestyle, and it’s good to have a friend to talk about it with. It will help him keep things safe and real, and I’m sure it’s a good outlet for you as well. If Hiro wanted it, I’d even be willing to talk with him, one Dom to another. The issue is the fact that you weren’t discreet about WHERE you talked with him.”

Eiri took a break to slow his breathing. When he felt he was collected again, he continued. “Talk with Hiro at his apartment. Talk with Hiro here. Talk with him over the phone! DO NOT talk with Hiro about our scening at the NG office building, or any other public location again. Do you understand?”

Shuichi was crying now, but not because he was being reprimanded. His tears were due to his shame for bringing Eiri so much frustration, shame at his own stupidity. “Yes Master, I do understand. I really do. I’m sorry sir, please, forgive me.”

It was clear in the singer’s eyes that his distress was real, and his desire to be forgiven was very strong. It was time to dole out the punishment.

“I will forgive you, and we’ll move on beyond this situation together. We’ll both be stronger when this is all over. But you will first need to take your punishment.”

Eiri braced himself for the histrionics that he was afraid would follow his description of Shuichi’s penalty. “Take everything you’ve brought out here and placed on the table, and neatly pack it into these boxes. Once that’s done, the boxes will be sealed and placed inside my office closet for a period of five days. During those five days, you are not permitted to have anything to do with Nittle Grasper. You can’t open the boxes, listen to their music, watch their videos, nothing.

“While at work, I want you to avoid Ryuichi and Noriko completely, and keep all your dealings with Tohma purely professional. No practicing their songs, no listening to them rehearse, and if they show up on TV, you have to change the channel. Five days Shuichi, and you’re getting off easy as today is Saturday. You only have to do this until Thursday at midnight. After that, you can take out the boxes and put everything back.”

Shuichi was in shock. The tears coursed down his cheeks and he shook with despair. Of all the punishments Eiri could have possibly devised for him, this was one of the worst. What he’d done was wrong, but at least Eiri was giving him an opportunity to atone. If he could make it through the next five days without his idols, then it would prove to his master that he was serious about being sorry.

In silence and with his head down, Shuichi packed away a major part of his life into three large cardboard boxes. He sealed then with the tape provided and helped to carry them to Eiri’s office. The closet door was opened, the boxes placed inside, and the door was shut and locked. Eiri had the only key, and it was now attached with his car keys.

“There’s one more part to your punishment. You have to wear your collar every day, all day, all night until Thursday, midnight. You may take it off ONLY when you shower.” Shuichi nodded in agreement. It had been a while since he’d worn a collar in public, but this wouldn’t be a big deal at all. To others in the lifestyle, it would indicate he was in scene at all times. Or at least it would have a few years ago when collars had more meaning than just a common fashion accessory.

“Breakfast brat? Go get ready, let’s go out to eat.”

Shuichi forced a smile onto his face and ran to the bathroom to shower. It was only five days…he could do this. With a deep breath, he started counting down the minutes to Thursday at midnight.

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Suguru was spending the day with his family again. He’d arrived late in the morning, and now, four hours later, he was bored. He wished he could have brought Hiro with him, but he knew he wasn’t ready for that confrontation. His family would not approve. Just like Yuki-san, Suguru was expected to eventually marry a girl that had been betrothed to him when they were toddlers.

It didn’t matter. It wasn’t going to happen, and he would deal with it at a later point in his life.

He sat in the living room with his parents and siblings as they all discussed nothing in particular. When his left hip suddenly bloomed to life with a deep vibration, he quietly excused himself and ran to his old bedroom. The vibration happened again, and before it could stop, Suguru pulled out his cell phone and smiled as his boyfriend’s name flashed on the caller ID.

“Moshi Moshi. Hi Hiro-chan!”

“Hey Su-chan. I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“GODS no!” Suguru settled down on his old futon and laughed. “I was hoping you’d call. I miss you so much!”

Hiro’s smile was so bright it could be heard through the phone. “I’m really glad – and I miss you too. I take it you’re alone?”

With another giggle, Suguru answered, “Yeah. I’m in my old bedroom. My parents haven’t changed it yet. I think they’re waiting for me to move back home or something.”

“Not my parents. The minute Yuji moved out they turned his room into a guest room, and when I moved out, my dad turned my room into a mini dojo. So, how long can we talk?”

“Um, I guess until my parents call me back. I don’t expect that to happen any time soon. What do you wanna talk about?”

Hiro smiled again, but this time, the smile was slightly more sinister in nature. “I have a question for you. I’ve been wondering about something. Remember back when we first got together, how we talked on the phone about when me and Shuichi were teenagers?”

Suguru remembered. Their conversation had turned decidedly hot, and he’d ended up with warm, wet sticky hands. “I remember,” he husked.

“Did I make your cum?”

Suguru blushed, and just from remembering that conversation was already feeling a tightening in his pants. “Yeah. You?”

“Oh yeah. Wanna do it again? Except this time, I’ll be a lot more direct.”

The keyboardist was sure that if someone walked into the room right now, there would be no way he could hide his arousal. He was flushed to the tips of his ears and panting slightly, and his pants had gone from tight to sporting a nice sized mound.

“I don’t know how,” he answered, as he suddenly got shy. It’s one thing to have a conversation which is teasing, and totally another to have straight out phone sex. Despite his trepidation, he was very much interested in giving it a try.

“Mmmm, let me baby. You just lay back and let me fuck you.” Hiro’s breath was hitchy and rasping, and Suguru did as he was told. After he’d made himself comfortable leaning back against the wall, he let one hand drift down to rub the bulge between his legs. A quiet moan escaped his lips.

Hiro started. “I’m already stroking myself. I’m hard and wet for you baby. Do you want me to suck your cock?”

Suguru unzipped his pants and pulled out his own hard wet cock, squeezing the head as he answered, “Oh yeah Hiro. Do whatever you want.”

“I’m sucking on you now. I’m flicking my tongue back and forth over the slit, licking up all those drops of cum. You love it when I suck you off, don’t you?”

Suguru hooked the phone under his ear and slid two fingers into his mouth. Slightly muffled, he answered, “Yeah, I love fucking your mouth.”

Hiro moaned again, louder and deeper. “Oh Su-chan, I love it too. I love when your cock is sliding in and out of my mouth while I suck you hard. You taste so good!”

Biting on his fingers to hold back a moan, Suguru squeezed himself tight, his hips raising a bit off the bed. He couldn’t answer; all he could do was breathe fast and heavy.

“I want you to suck me now. Can I put my cock between your cherry sweet lips?”

“Ohhh fuck Hiro, anything!” The keyboardist’s hand snaked down into his jeans to touch his balls, rubbing them in the confines of the tight material.

“First I’m gonna rub the tip all over your face. You have the prettiest face when it’s dripping with my cum.”

Suguru snaked his saliva-wet fingers up under his shirt and rubbed his left nipple, pinching and teasing it until it was hard. “Ahh, Hiro!”

“Fuck baby, I’m so fucking hard! Open your mouth and let me slide my cock down your throat!”

Suguru panted hard, his hand leaving his balls to continue pumping his shaft. “I love the way you taste Hiro. Uhh, this is so hot! I’m gonna cum so hard!”

“Not yet lover, I’m not done fucking you. Can you feel my fingers now? I’m sliding them inside your ass, making you slippery and loose.”

The keyboardist’s wet fingers trailed over to his neglected nipple and gave it the same treatment while his other hand flew over his cock. His hips arched into his hands and he had to continually fight to hold back a scream. “OH gods, soooo good!”

“I’m gonna roll you over and put your ass in the air. I’m rubbing my hard cock up and down your ass. Can you feel it baby?”

“Un, Hiro! Do it now!” His eyes rolled back in his head and his hand flew even faster as he pulled and tugged on himself.

“I am baby! I love watching you get fucked by my cock. I love watching myself slide in and out of you, your ass squeezing me hard. You’re so fucking tight!”

Suguru changed positions. He was now kneeling with his legs spread wide apart. The phone was still tucked between his ear and shoulder, so he two-fisted himself, making a tight wet tunnel for his cock to slide through. He moaned much louder than he should have, knowing it was so close to being over.

“That’s it Su-chan! I’m pounding into you, and oh FUCK you’re so goddamned hot! I wanna cum inside you! I want to see you reach underneath us so you can stroke your own cock while I fuck you. You wanna cum baby? Are you ready?”

“AH Hiro! I can’t, can’t, oh OHH!” He pointed his cock straight up as his orgasm gripped him. His cum pumped out, one stream splashing on his face.

Hiro was moaning and yelling, cumming at the same time. When all the tremors had passed through Suguru’s body, he fell back on the bed and closed his eyes.

“Hiro, that was so hot! Did you cum with me?”

Hiro let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a grunt. “Oh yeah. I came real hard. I’m covered in it. You baby?”

Smiling, the keyboardist grabbed a tissue to begin cleaning off. “I did. I even got some on my face.”

“You tease. Don’t talk like that or I’m gonna have to fuck you again!”

Suguru couldn’t tame the smile on his face. “Later. How about I go over your home when I’m done here tonight? I’ll be really late though.”

“That sounds fantastic! Just let yourself in and climb into bed with me. I can’t wait to see you. I miss you so much!”

“Bad Luck is going to be the death of me.” Hiro heard the words spoken over the phone and his heart thumped heavy in his chest. That was NOT his Suguru speaking.

The keyboardist was still too caught up in his post-orgasmic bliss to move. All he could do was stare at his cousin standing the doorway while stuttering out, “T-t-t-tohma!”

Tohma rolled his eyes and walked away, pulling the door shut behind him.

“Hehehe, Hiro, he had a hard-on!” Both boys broke out laughing loud and hard at the absurdity of the situation.

Tohma walked into the bathroom to relieve himself of his problem. He was serious. Between Eiri’s threats, Shuichi’s ‘normal’ behavior, and now his cousin’s and the genius guitarist’s relationship, Bad Luck was truly going to be the death of him!

He looked down at his groin and smiled. At least at this rate, he had a good chance of it being a sweet death.

TBC…


A/N: Closer, we’re getting closer and closer to the BIG VISIT to Depravity Resort! Toss your pre-conceptions out the window!!

First, I wanna thank Adem from AFF.net for the amazing gift-art I was given! It’s of Eiri during Chapter 15 – in those hot leather chaps!! NOT WORK SAFE, but PLEASE go check it out!!

http://ffpanda.livejournal.com/3434.html#cutid1

SOOO hot!!! I just want to squeeze that round little ass!!! Pinch it till it’s red red red!!

PaganAngel, better? I know. They’re just so damned vanilla right now… They won’t stay that way!! Hint hint…

AshCat and Ashley V, KISS KISS!!!! Thanks again – you two are ANGELS!! (Dirty perverted angels, but is there any better kind?)

Thank you all my reviewers once again!!! SQUEEE!!! I Love You, Love You, LOVE YOU!!!

I’ve had a lot of requests for specific scenes between our 4 bishies. I’ve incorporated several of those requests into the story, but not all of them. Well, once Depravity ends, it isn’t really the end. I’m going to start Depravity 1.0 after this, which will be basically a series of one-shots. Each chapter will be a scene, almost always between Eiri and Shuichi (although that’s not the rule). Each scene will be quite edgy. I’ll explore many MANY aspects of BDSM that I have avoided during this story. There will be humor and romance, but the dominating (hehehe) force will be some form of violence. I don’t mean blood and gore, although I will most likely include some bloody scenes. I’ll explore S/M and Bondage/Discipline, which I’ve mostly avoided in this story. The torture will be almost always tinged with a psychological effect more damaging than any physical hurt. The only taboos I will not touch will be GS, Sc and snuff (email me if you wanna know what GS, Sc and snuff are, but please be aware they’re things I personally consider extremely disgusting and disturbing, and you may as well).


Dom vs. Domme: I’ve seen the abbreviation spelled both ways. Personally, I’ve decided to go with Dom, but Domme is also a very real term, meaning the same thing.


NEXT CHAPTER: Don’t ask – I won’t tell!!!

See you in a few days!

~ffpanda

PS - I've decided to start responding to some of my reviews on my Livejournal - ffpanda. You're welcome to come read them!