Shot?

He went to the bedroom, leaving his kitten shivering in anticipation in the shower. Not caring about the droplets of water leaving marks on the carpet he went to his closet and opened the wall-panel expertly hiding his collection of… incentives for the pet.



He got the cuffs out of the box; it wouldn’t do to needlessly tire the boy, with a smirk he grabbed the finger fitting metal vibrator and the Fukuoku massage glove. Just what the kitten needed. Hurrying back to the bathroom he slipped the special made glove on, tightened it on the wrist and switched the vibrations to the highest level. Only the best would do for his pet. The metal tube went over one finger of his other hand and he stepped into the steamy cubicle, once more admiring the delicious figure hanging onto the shower rod, shivering in anticipation.



“Now, my pet, let’s help you feel better…” He snapped the cuffs on one wrist, pulled the other over the metal bar and attached the other one.



“This will make it so much easier for you.” He ran his gloved hand over the boy’s chest, his fingertips closing around a pert little nub. Making his pet scream. He started to thrash around, not knowing if he tried to escape the intense sensations running through him or wanting more of them.



Akihito’s brain decided at that moment to shut down. Permanently. He existed only within the pleasure crashing through him, screaming out his need, begging for more, pleading for his master to finally take him. He felt the cold touch of metal against his ass, relentlessly circling the ring of tight muscles, enticing them to loosen, welcoming any intrusion. All he wanted was for it to happen now. He begged to be taken, possessed wholly by the man who mastered his body and mind.



“More… Need… Please…”



Asami loved to hear his pet begging for him, he reveled in the feeling of dominance he held over his lover, intensified by the shameless, wanton way the kitten responded to him.



Akihito frantically tried to push against the metal cylinder teasing him so mercilessly. All he knew was that he needed more of it. He clenched and unclenched his muscles, trying to catch the tip and impale himself on it. But it evaded him time and time again. He was sobbing now.



“Asami… please…”



“Who do you belong to, my pet?”



“You. Please, Asami…”



"Who do want to belong to?"



“You. You. Oh my god… I need…”



“Who do you need?”



Akihito hated that persistent voice, prolonging his torture. The vibrations now moved down his chest, over the smooth plane of his stomach, and cupping him.



“You. I need you. In me. Now. Asami, please?”



“Who is your master?”



His balls tried to seize up from the assault to his groin, swelling up, getting ready to release. The glove clamped down on him, squeezing him to the point of almost-pain, delaying his peak. He tried to push his throbbing erection into the hand, to get the much needed friction which would grant him release, but the glove didn’t move. Just stayed there, not budging even for a fraction of an inch.



“You. You are my master.” This came out in a mix of sobs and screams from the boy. It was music to Asami’s ears, one he could listen to forever.



“Good boy.”



Taking pity on the boy, Asami finally let the metal probe be sucked in by the pet’s hungry opening, pushing it deep inside. With his thumb he set it to the max and started a slow massage of the nub hidden inside the velvety folds of his boy’s body.



The double stimulation was almost too much to bear for the younger man. His head started to droop from the strain; he only stayed upright held up by the metal enclosing his fragile looking wrists. His whole body was undulating now, trying to arch into the stimulating vibes, yet, they seemed to come from everywhere, coursing through his entire being.



Nylon continued to wander over silky skin, stretched taut over swollen flesh, leaving a tingling trail behind.



“Now, my pet it’s time for you to ask me nicely, isn’t it?” The voice purring in his ear barely reached him, he was lost in a haze of feelings, invading every cell of his body, keeping his brain from functioning and his body craving for more.



“Please… I…”



“Go on, kitten… You can do it…” He slowly withdrew his finger, leaving an empty feeling behind. Akihito wailed at the sudden loss of sensation, bucking into him, his voice becoming more hoarse with every sound he made.



“Please…”



“You know what you need to say, pet, what you want to say…” His erection gently nudged between firmly muscled cheeks, prodding at the wrinkly threshold of his wife’s body.



“No… I… “



“Say it, Akihito. It will make you feel better.” The teasing touches continued, his hard-on was leaking heavily on the glove and he was beyond desperate now. If his fevered brain could only figure out what it was that he needed to say.



“Just say: Take me, master, and you’ll feel better…” That was it. He knew the suggestive voice would not abandon him.



“Please, Master, take me now…” He had barely managed the words out when he felt the thick shaft invading him, thrusting into the hot depth of his body, finally taking him - making him his.



Hearing the boy say it sent another burst of uninhibited lust through him, clouding his senses, letting him only exist for the pleasure he derived from his lover’s body. He plunged deeply into the soft flesh, feeling his pet yield to the overpowering strength of his thrusts. Every time he pushed inside he made sure to hit the center of the younger man’s pleasure, making him shout out his need and have him begging for more. This was heaven. Or more precisely – home. Where he needed to be.



When he felt his climax approaching, he firmly grasped Akihito’s pulsing shaft, rubbing the full length and teased the tiny slit on the head with a vibrating fingertip. There was no way to describe the feeling of his climaxing lover’s body seizing up around him, gripping his shaft with a velvet-clad iron fist. Burying himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust of his hips, he felt his seed erupting forcefully from his engorged staff, filling the silky cavern of his mate, while Akihito was spilling his treasured semen over his hand. Feeling his lover orgasm under him was beyond mere words; it took him to heights unknown, letting him soar in the aftermath of their love-making.



“Hn… hn… we… hn… we’ll definitely…hn… keep that…” He was barely able to get the words out, still trying to catch his breath, still deeply embedded in his pet’s body.



“You…hn…hn… get off…me…hn…” Barely audible, but snarky as always.



“Well, if you still have enough energy to talk, we might have to relocate for the next part to the bedroom…” He pressed his lips on a perfectly sculpted shoulder blade, suckling the tender skin.



“No… I… Asami!”



“You are so eager my pet... all worked up and hard… has it been that long for you?” Asami started to move the still buzzing glove dangerously close to the pleasure zone, while his other hand moved back to the earlier abandoned tiny nubs on the kitten’s chest.



Akihito tried to buck away from the offending hand, not realizing that this impaled him yet again deeply onto Asami’s shaft. He groaned at the penetration, and to his dismay his restrained cock started to twitch again.



“No… Asami… I…”



Trying to escape he twisted forward only to give a surprised whimper of pain. At once the glove moved away and two arms carefully encircled him.



“No, Akihito, we have to stop playing for now. You are still sick and need to rest.”

How he managed to make his voice stern and commanding with yet a slightly regretful undertone was a mystery that would never be solved.



“You…! ... I…”



Akihito’s biting return was dismantled before he even managed to get it out.



“I’m serious now, pet. No more playing for you. You will go and take a nap like a good kid, and maybe later I’ll see to your needs again. But for now we need to get you cleaned up and back into bed.”



“…”



The audacity of the man. Not only had he abused him again to satisfy his primitive needs, no he also tried to make it look like he had wanted it. The gall of that bastard. Seething he watched as the older man carelessly pulled the torturing device off his hand and started to gently soap him down again, of course concentrating his ablutions right there.



The pervert. Akihito bit his lower lip to keep from moaning into the caressing touches, concentrating on finding more insults. Pervert and bastard grew old. Asami was an abomination. A direct descendant from Satan who was put on Earth to make his life miserable. Who abused him. Repeatedly. Without caring about him. Even if he was washing him right now. He was inconsiderate to everyone. Anyone would have known that he liked sweets. And he never asked, only ordered. With that sexy voice of his. The young photographer shook his head, trying to get rid of that last thought. Sexy? Where the hell did that come from? Asami was not sexy. No. No. No. Who in his right mind would think that overbearing asshole to be sexy? It took more than just a good body, no - make that a perfectly sculpted one; those cold intimidating eyes, no – make that fiery golden ones; his hellish black hair, no – make that… Shit. He had to stop that. He didn’t like Asami. At. All. Right!



Before he could turn his thoughts back onto his favorite topic, the cuffs were detached from the shower rod; he was bundled out of the shower and wrapped in a huge fluffy towel. He gave a surprised squeak when he felt himself being swept up in two strong arms and pressed against a strong chest.



Asami tried hard not to laugh at his lover’s face, all scrunched up, betraying that his pet was thinking hard. He was sure that he almost heard little wheels turning, trying to process whatever absurd thoughts were going through his kitten’s head. He was just too adorable. There really was no other word to it. He held him against his naked chest, pretending not to notice that the boy unconsciously turned his nose towards him, trying to breathe in his scent. He knew Akihito had missed him and, more importantly, had trusted him to come to his rescue. He was the only one for the boy, now and ever.

Damn, it was good to be Asami!



****