Depravity

Hiro got through the rest of the day unscathed. Shuichi meant it when he said they should save the rest of the conversation for a later time, and instead they ate pizza and worked on some new lyrics and music. By the time the singer left to go home, Hiro had been sufficiently distracted from the previous conversations and was no longer feeling any pain.

Shuichi always commanded every room he walked into. It didn’t matter if there were 100 people, 1000 people or just 1 other person. All eyes always drew to him, and despite the fact that he didn’t know it, he controlled every person around him. So when he did finally leave, it was as if a whirlwind came to a sudden stop and Hiro’s apartment fell to an eerie silence.

Thoughts of the earlier conversations started to replay in his mind, and images resurfaced. He was confused. He suddenly felt substandard in the shadow of his friend. Hiro was not a prude – he had lost his virginity long before Shuichi and always prided himself on his openness to new things and experiences. Apparently, he was missing out on some pretty huge things and experiences though. He wondered how much of Shuichi’s sex life was dictated by Yuki, and how much was controlled by Shuichi.

Control.

Shuichi.

Hiro couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. He doubted there would ever be a moment that Yuki would relinquish control to Shuichi. He doubted it greatly. Of course, such thoughts immediately brought up the image of Yuki with a tail, crashing him out of his pensive state and back into the real world painfully; said pain being located between his legs.

He tore the tight jeans from his body, releasing his trapped erection. Removing the rest of his clothes, he made his way to the shower. He couldn’t respond like this every time he thought of Yuki and Shuichi. That was completely unacceptable. Hiro decided to attempt some mental retraining, and plunged head first into an ice cold shower. The needle-sharp water brought pain to his skin, but did nothing to allay the hard swelling pressed against his stomach.

Switching the water from cold to hot, Hiro decided to admit defeat and let the old images from Yuji’s magazine wash over him. Eventually, the hot water swirled the effect of his mental and physical masturbation down the drain, and sated, he let his damp naked body sink into his comforter and find sleep.

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When Shuichi returned home from Hiro’s apartment, he threw open the door to greet his lover with a loud “Tadaima!”

The response, “Okaeri,” could be heard coming from the direction of the office.

After toeing off his shoes, Shuichi made his way to the author’s sanctuary and glommed onto him from behind. Eiri was expecting it, and had braced himself against the desk.

“Are you quite through yet? I have work to do.”

“You let me hug you! WOW! How come you let me hug you??” Shuichi refused to let go. Instead, he continued to squeeze his lover almost breathless awaiting his answer.

“It’s easier. You’re going to do this whether I want you to or not, so at least if we get it over with immediately, I’ll be able to get back to my writing without too much sniveling and whining.”

Shuichi giggled. Despite the cruel words, he heard the playful tone and matched it by swiping his tongue along Eiri’s ear. “Now that I’ve got you, I’m not gonna let you go!”

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Eiri was always like this after they scened. The singer could count on a few days of playfulness and all-around cuteness from his lover before he completely reverted back to his cold ways. If Shuichi could take it, he’d suggest they scene every night. But, he knew it would put too much of a strain on his body, and to indulge too often would make it commonplace. It was worth waiting several weeks between sessions, and it gave them both time to plan little surprises for each other.

This past weekend, Eiri surprised his submissive with a new tail. Back when they first started, they purchased a generic tail off a web site. It was a black anal plug with long black hair flowing out of it. The dark color created a gorgeous contrast against Shuichi’s pale skin, and his dark pubic hair matched it to complete the effect. But this new tail was special. The plug was ribbed for added pleasure, and it was PINK! The color was an exact match for the hair on his head, and Eiri found himself incredibly amused by the long pink locks swishing against the back of Shuichi’s legs as he pranced.

Shuichi also surprised Eiri with a new toy. Up until now, his Dominant had used his hands to discipline him. They weren’t really into the pain aspect of BDSM play, rather they enjoyed the control and domination aspects – the psychological and sexual sides driving their experiences. But Shuichi added a new facet to their scening with his gift – a genuine riding crop.

The crop was just over two feet in length and wrapped in supple black leather. The tip was a thin loop of leather, and the handle had a leather hand strap. Eiri eyed it hungrily, but was denied possession until Shuichi laid down the rules.

“Gentle swats only. No giving me welts, and certainly no breaking my skin. As long as you’re mostly gentle, you can use it on any part of my body, but if you cause me real pain, I’ll call the safety word and end our play immediately. Okay?” His words were matched by a darkness in his eyes as he spoke, conveying the seriousness of his message to the novelist.

Eiri happily agreed to the terms and accepted the crop. He tested its tension by gently bending it and then swishing it through the air. It made a whizzing noise as it flew, which cause an immediate throbbing in Eiri’s cock. He then slapped it against his hand, lower arm and outer thighs several dozen times while waiting for Shuichi to strip and clean for the events. He wanted to know what it felt like against clothed and unclothed skin, and quickly determined the correct force to use to sting, but not cause serious pain. He noticed that the quick pains diminished within seconds, making the crop an ideal light punishment toy.

Shuichi signaled his readiness by walking into the living room and kneeling in the middle of the floor completely naked and silent. His skin shone from the oil he applied, and his hard cock twitched and bounced against his stomach. The room was softly lit casting shadows over his flawless body.

In sharp contrast, Eiri was dressed all in black, wearing PVC pants and a sleeveless fishnet shirt. Around his left wrist was a black leather strap, and a matching choker was clasped about his neck. He looked positively delicious, his own light skin, hair and eyes making him seem gothic and elegant at the same time. Shuichi shivered at the walking wet dream that approached him with calculated danger in every step.

“What is your safety word tonight?”

Shuichi kept his eyes to the ground and clearly spoke, “Zebra, master.”

Eiri nodded, repeated the word, and began their play by placing the tip of the crop on his sub’s left shoulder, dragging it across his back to the right shoulder and then down to the cleft of his buttocks. Shuichi gasped at the foreign sensations. Eiri drew his hand back and before the singer could process the next movement, the switch arched through the air and landed with a sharp ‘smack’ on his sub’s left outer thigh.

The sharp pain was very mild and dissipated within seconds, leaving behind a small burning sensation that lasted mere moments. Shuichi smiled and immediately knew that his gift of the crop was a perfect idea.

The crop traveled along his body, outlining his nipples before sliding up to his lips. In utter submission, Shuichi kissed the leather loop and watched Eiri’s reaction. His Dominant shivered slightly and drew the crop back down his body to his engorged cock. Rather than continue playing in this manner, Eiri withdrew the switch and looped it over his wrist.

“It’s time for you to be groomed and dressed. Stand and face me.”

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The memories of the weekend flowed over Shuichi as he continued to tightly hug Eiri. Nipping at his ear gently, he moved around until he was facing his lover and slowly straddled his lap. Eiri embraced him and pulled their hips together, rolling his lower body to create a delicious friction.

The pink haired singer whispered seductively, “Lets. Make. Love.”

Eiri was lost. The memories of their scening were just as powerful an aphrodisiac to him as they were to Shuichi, and he gladly stood, holding the smaller body to his own as he walked them to the bedroom.

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Hiro’s dreams were filled with images of pony-Yuki and pony-Shuichi, and the next morning he woke to find his sheets needed to be changed. Cursing out loud, he ripped the bedding from the mattress. Hiro realized he would have no choice but to give his mind what it so desperately needed. He would have to feed his kink, at least a little bit, in order to find some peace.

He decided to take the first available opportunity to get Shuichi alone and ask him more about the games the lovers played this past weekend. He dressed, mounted his bike, and made his way to the NG studios. Luckily, his body seemed to accept Hiro’s decision to learn more about the BDSM lifestyle, and he was no longer tormented with sexually charged visions and unrelenting erections.




A/N: Chapter 2 is done! So once again, what do you think? Huh? Huh? Tell me please!!!
Chapter 3 will reveal more of the scene played over the weekend. Expect prancing and a special trick with ice. And will Hiro be satisfied with living through Shuichi’s and Eiri’s experiences, or will learning more only force his fetish to take a stronger grip on his mind and body?

To my reviewers:
Jarm: I missed that special - DAMN!! Spanking is a lot of fun!
gravitule: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you liked the B-day fic, and that you're enjoying this one too XD
Bloodyink7: So glad I could make you drool!!!! I hope you continue to enjoy my story!!