Depravity 1.0

A/N: The scenes for this story do not follow any particular timeline. For example, the last chapter took place not too long after Hiro’s first visit to Depravity Resort. THIS scene takes place further into the future, like a year or so later.

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The pairings in this chapter are EirixHiroxSECRET – trust me, you’ll like it!!
Warnings: Excessive smut. Toy play. Anal. Voyarism. Ya know, all the good hot slippery sticky nasty sex-play you’ve come to expect from me!!
Type of scene: D/s sensation game, bondage, LIGHT S/M

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Hiro was nervous about what was about to happen. Despite the fact that he’d been scening for over a year with Suguru, he’d never once subbed to anyone. Eiri, his mentor, kept telling him it was an experience he needed to have if he was to truly understand Suguru’s mind, or the mind of any submissive for that matter.

Eiri had even described the few instances he had subbed, leaving out none of the details. The guitarist had heard about when Shuichi had been the Dom, but to hear the story from Eiri’s point of view put a whole new spin on things.

Finally, after months of discussion, Hiro agreed to go through with it and allow himself to be Dominated in a scene. He’d been warned there would be some twists and surprises along the way, and the anticipation was beginning to build up to near panic in his mind.

He knew Eiri, nearly intimately; they’d been mentor and student for so long now. Hiro had learned many techniques, games and methods for scening from the Master Dom that at times, he felt he was closer to Eiri than to Suguru or Shuichi. It was only natural that after a year of lessons, his first subbing experience be at the hands of his mentor.

If asked a year ago if he would allow Eiri to dominate him, he would have emphatically answered ‘NO!’ But so much had changed over the past year. He learned that not all D/s scenes were about sex. He learned that love didn’t always play into the equation. He learned that he had issues with control, refusing to allow anyone else to take it away from him. And he learned that subbing could be a freeing experience, nearly spiritual; while helping him to address his control issues.

They had discussed the entire situation with both Suguru and Shuichi, and after the ground rules had been laid, everyone agreed to let the scene take place. Eiri and Hiro would meet in a few weeks at a local hotel, someplace anonymous to both of them, and spend a few hours exploring Hiro’s submissive side.

Eiri took both subs to the side and described what he basically wanted to do to Hiro. A little pain, a little bondage, a little mind fuck, and a lot of sensation play was what he had in planned for the guitarist. The mind fuck had the potential to truly blow Hiro away, making the rest of the scene seem like a walk in the park.

The rules set by Suguru and Shuichi were simple. No kissing. No penetration with anything other than fingers, a tongue, or a toy. Anything else was acceptable, and both Doms immediately agreed.

So now, Hiro laid on his back on the king-sized bed, naked and blindfolded. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been waiting for Eiri to arrive. It seemed like hours, but could have been mere minutes.

When he’d first arrived, there was a bag on the bed with a note on it. The note instructed Hiro to shower, cleansing himself inside and out, put on the blindfold and lay down on the bed. He did exactly as instructed, and was beginning to feel a little numb when he heard the door open.

“Eiri?” There was no answer. He could hear someone moving around the room. It sounded like a chair was being dragged somewhere, and then he heard the soft flutter of cloth.

“Eiri? Is that you? Please answer me!” Hiro was beginning to feel fear. What if it was a hotel employee in the room with him? What if some random fan had followed him here? Why wasn’t Eiri answering him?

Hiro reached up to pull off the blindfold, but was grabbed by the wrist.

“No. That’s no allowed.” It was Eiri’s voice, a hint of annoyance lacing it, and despite that Hiro visibly relaxed.

His relief quickly gave way to anger. “Why didn’t you answer me before?” He practically growled the words at the novelist.

“I’ll give you only one chance to get with the program,” Eiri snapped. “This scene started the moment you walked through the door. You will address me as Eiri-san. You will keep your talking to a minimum. I won’t use a cockring on you – I know you can control yourself. Don’t prove me wrong. You will do as I say, and you will not question me! Now, what is your safety word for tonight?”

Hiro felt himself blush. With just a few choice words, Eiri had reminded the guitarist that he was not in charge tonight. The fact that he was naked also hit him, and his discomfort increased ten-fold.

“My safety word is Fender, Eiri-san. AHH!” As he spoke, he felt fingers trail his foot, ghosting touches on his skin.

“Much better. Look at how sensitive you already are. I barely touched you and you’re starting to get hard.”

Hiro was mortified. He hadn’t expected his body to react so quickly, especially to something as fleeting as the touch he received. He gritted his teeth in anger, but refused to rise to Eiri’s bait. Instead, he turned his head away from where he thought the Dom was standing, determined to reign in his control.

When he felt the bed dip down on one side, he had to stop himself from tearing off the blindfold. He wanted to know what Eiri was doing, but had to trust the situation. Trust that everything would be okay. Trust Eiri.

His left leg was lifted, bent and the knee, and what felt like a leather belt was wrapped around his calf about six inches below his knee. A similar belt was placed around his right leg and tightened.

Hiro squeezed his eyes shut at the contact, despite the blindfold he was wearing. He felt Eiri move again, the bed now dipping with his weight closer to his head. His left arm was taken and cuffed midway between his elbow and his hand. Eiri then leaned over his body, pressing their skin together as he retrieved Hiro’s right arm. The brushing against him revealed to Hiro that his Dom was shirtless. He bit his lip to stop himself from saying anything.

Hiro hated this. His mind screamed out against the helplessness of the situation. But, nothing had prepared him for what was to happen next.

Eiri pulled Hiro’s arms down to meet his lower legs, clipping the arm restraints to the calf restraints. It forced the guitarist to keep his legs bent and spread himself wide open on the bed in order to stay comfortable. [1]

Before Hiro could give his situation much thought, Eiri pinched his nipple. He started out gentle, teasing and tickling him, and then moved on to rubbing the nub until it was swollen and hard. Hiro caught himself holding his breath and straining against the restraints. Eiri repeated his ministrations with the other nipple and then placed cold metal clamps just behind each nub. The guitarist felt the thin metal chain joining the two clamps together drape across his chest. [2]

The clamps hurt, and were much larger than anything he was used to using on Suguru. He recognized them as clover clamps and knew that if the chain was pulled, they would tighten even more, causing him greater pain. Luckily, Eiri didn’t seem to be interested in torturing him in that manner. At least for the moment.

Hiro felt the bed shift again as Eiri moved away. Tentatively, he whispered, “Eiri-san?”

The Dom’s immediate response was to pounce on the bed between Hiro’s legs and press his body down into the sub. Hiro’s breath was knocked out of him from the impact, and he barely had a chance to inhale before his hair was grabbed roughly.

Hot breath tickled his ear as Eiri whispered in response, “I told you to keep the talking at a minimum. Are you going to make me gag you?” He waited, holding Hiro’s hair tight.

“No Eiri-san, I’m sorry.” Hiro’s lips quivered as he answered. He had been submitting to Eiri for a matter of moments, and he was already close to tears.

Eiri didn’t move. Instead, he let his weight bear down onto Hiro, making it difficult for the guitarist to draw a deep breath. Hiro was tensed, his hands clenched into tight fists and his jaw clamped shut. He waited for Eiri to do something to him – anything!

Moments passed with only their breathing breaking the silence. Hiro began to relax, and the moment Eiri sensed the vulnerability in his sub, he made his move.

He touched the tip of his tongue to Hiro’s ear, sliding it up and around, and then down inside the cavity. He let his breathing speed up so that puffs of hot air blew inside, all the while keeping his body perfectly still.

Hiro nearly yelped when the tongue first touched him. It was as if a jolt of electricity entered his body and bounced around through his muscles, not able to find a way to exit. Eiri didn’t stop licking him. Instead, the Dom pressed more of his tongue onto Hiro’s skin, licking and teasing him.

The jolts moving through the guitarist’s body began to center in on his groin, and his semi-erect cock swelled and throbbed under the simple touches. Hiro’s embarrassment grew as he realized he was pressing his cock up into Eiri’s body. He couldn’t stop himself from rocking slightly. The only coherent thought that made its way through the haze of his mind was that he felt an answering hardness pressing down into him.

Eiri was clothed from the waist down. The leather pants he wore created an almost painful friction against Hiro’s skin, and when the Dom finally moved up and off the bed, he left his sub panting and gasping for air. The relief of having Eiri off of him was matched only by his extreme disappointment. Hiro couldn’t deny how good it felt to be pressed down into the mattress so forcefully.

The sub felt a hand on his thigh, pushing him over onto his side into a fetal position. His legs were pressed up almost against his chest, and he gripped his ankles for support. Once again, Hiro mentally cursed the blindfold. He knew his ass was now totally exposed, and wanted more than anything to be able to see what his Dom was doing.

It started with soft touches to his lower back. Hiro almost felt like it was a massage as a hand stroked and rubbed him gently. It moved down and caressed his ass and sac, rolling the heavy flesh lightly. Hiro moaned, enjoying the sensations but still fighting against his bondage. That hand continued stroking him, moving down further to touch and explore the back of his thighs before returning to his lower back.

It was replaced with something soft, something furry. It tickled and aroused at the same time, and Hiro felt himself get even harder at the feelings moving across his skin. Suddenly the fur was removed, and Hiro heard the paddle come at him before he felt it. The same parts of his body that had been so lovingly massaged were now being made to endure hit after hit with a leather lined paddle.

Hiro cried out with each strike, his body thrusting forward on the bed in an attempt to move away. The paddle landed on his ass and the back of his thighs, the same sweet spots he often concentrated on when spanking, paddling or whipping Suguru. He hated to admit it, but Eiri had already proven himself right. Submitting like this did give him a better understanding of his own sub. He could no longer deny how good it felt to be so completely at someone else’s mercy!

It was as if his Dom recognized that moment of clarity in Hiro. The paddle was switched out for the fur, which once again stroked him lovingly. He was surprised how much more sensitive his skin was now to being touched. It burned a little where he’d been hit, and as the fur tickled over him, he found that the jolts of electricity returned even stronger than before.

The Dom pushed on his body again, this time rolling him over until he was face down on the bed with his ass in the air. His arms were tugged taught and he was nearly bent in half. Hiro tried to blow the hair that had draped over his head away from his face, but only succeeded in getting it into his mouth. His Dom must have noticed, because the hair was gently stroked away and pushed back.

The chain attaching the clamps was tugged a little as he moved, causing him more pain. He tried to adjust his body for relief, but only managed to tighten the clamps more. Hiro resigned himself and lay still, accepting the pain.

Two hands began to explore his body again, running up and down his arms and sides, tickling him. He felt his Dom move between his legs, and those hands stroked his ass and thighs before cupping his sac. Hiro moaned loudly and spread his legs and arms wider, lowering his body closer to the mattress. Those hands moved forward and finally gave his cock some much desired friction.

Hiro felt everything that was happening to him, but no longer cared that he was not in control. It was as if he existed in a state of pure sensation. He mentally begged for each touch and caress, and felt his mind scream out in anguish when he was denied even for a moment. He was getting close to cumming and started to moan constantly.

When his Dom moved away and climbed off the bed, Hiro couldn’t help himself from crying out, “No, Eiri-san, PLEASE, GOD, don’t stop!!” He heard Eiri laugh at him, but the stroking didn’t continue. The bed dipped again, this time back by his head.

Something cool and smooth was rubbed against his lips. Eiri instructed him to “suck it,” and Hiro opened his mouth allowing the dildo to slide inside. He knew it wasn’t a real cock, but it didn’t matter. All that did matter was making his Dom happy. He set to sucking it as if it were Eiri between his lips – stroking it with his tongue and pulling it deep into his mouth.

A hand moved down his back to his ass, and a lubed finger slipped inside him. He relaxed to allow the intrusion. The dildo slid in and out of his mouth with the same rhythm as the finger inside his entrance. A second finger was added and Hiro panted hard, nearly choking on the toy.

He brought his legs and arms in a little more, raising his ass higher in the air. Once he began pressing back on the fingers moving in and out of him, a third finger was added, scissoring and stretching him open. His prostate was touched and he jolted forward, this time really choking on the dildo in his throat.

The toy was quickly removed, and once he regained himself, it was slid down his body to his ass and slipped inside.

Hiro felt it stretch him, moving deeper and deeper into his body. It was bigger than Suguru, but there was no pain with the penetration. Turning his head down into the mattress, Hiro tried to muffle his cries. A hand threaded into his hair and tugged him back, forcing him to scream out into the air loud and clear.

Moving down his body, his Dom positioned himself back between Hiro’s legs. The guitarist could nearly feel the eyes on him, watching the dildo fuck him hard and fast. With each inward thrust, Hiro pressed himself back trying to get it deeper into him. His ass was pinched and then slapped, making him buck into the air.

The dildo was left inside his body and he was pushed over onto his back once again, his legs bent at the knees and his arms straight at his side, cuffed to his calves. He felt his Dom straddle his chest, and this time a real cock was pressed against his lips. Eiri’s voice instructed him to “Suck it. Make it good and wet. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”

The cock slipped into his mouth, and instantly Hiro realized something was wrong. There was no way this was Eiri’s cock. He’d seen the novelist naked and aroused on more than one occasion, and Eiri was large. This cock, while not small, didn’t have the girth or length Hiro remembered. And the naked body straddling him was much lighter than what he imagined Eiri would be. The blindfold! GODS how he wished he could take the damned thing off!!

Hiro didn’t have much time to think about it before the cock between his lips began to slowly fuck him. He relaxed and concentrated on sucking and licking, his mouth filling with pre-cum and saliva. Two hands threaded into his hair again and his head was pinned down, allowing the Dom to set his own pace.

It felt so good, feeling the hard flesh slide in and out of his lips. Hiro worked hard to suck and lick ever bit that was in him, trying so hard to pleasure his Dom.

Moaning, Hiro swallowed as the cock slipped away from him. His Dom hadn’t cum in his mouth, but there was so much pre-cum and saliva that Hiro could feel it dripping down his face and neck.

Once again, his Dom was between his legs, and their cocks touched. Hiro cried out at the sudden contact, and then lost his breath as the cock against him began to move. Sliding up and down his length, rubbing against his balls, down to his entrance, then back up again, Hiro became lost in the sensations. The clover clamps were suddenly removed, and the blood rushing back to his nipples caused him intense pain for a moment, before receding. His dusky peaks were pinched and teased by soft fingers, the aftereffects of the claming causing the ministrations to be painful.

Hiro began to build back up to his orgasm again. He began babbling, “Please, oh please, Eiri-san, GODS please!” He didn’t realize he was speaking aloud and that his eyes were clenched shut tight. There was a sudden rush of cold air against his face, but Hiro couldn’t focus enough to understand what was happening.

He thrashed his head back and forth against the mattress. The hips pressed against his pounded him down, feeling both painful and extremely pleasurable at the same time, forcing the dildo in him to move deliciously.

He heard his Dom suddenly command him, “Hiro, open your eyes.” He did, realizing that the blindfold had been removed. The light in the room was bright and it took a moment for his vision to adjust. The first thing he noticed was that Eiri was kneeling on the bed next to him – his pants open, cock in one hand, clover clamps dangling from the other. But the thrusting between his legs continued.

Hiro looked down, and while his eyes still weren’t focusing correctly, they did immediately hone in on a color. A bright familiar color. Pink, moving in a blur over him. He screamed at the realization that it was Shuichi hammering him into the mattress; Shuichi’s cock against his.

“You like that Hiro?” Shuichi asked. “You ready to cum? Do you want me to rub my cock on you more? Would you like to fuck me while Eiri watches?”

Hiro grasped his ankles so tight and hard he nearly drew blood. The singer, knowing that he no longer had to remain quiet to keep up the mind fuck, screamed with Hiro, harmonizing with his best friend.

Shuichi reached between them and grabbed Hiro’s cock in a strangle hold, stopping him from cumming. The sub yelled in frustration.

Eiri pinched Hiro’s nipples again and reattached the clover clamps. This time, he placed them directly onto Hiro’s nipples instead of behind them. The result was a sharp intense pain that brought tears to the guitarist’s eyes.

He then moved down and placed his hands on Shuichi’s shoulders. “Hiro looks a little dry down there. Why don’t we lube him up a bit?”

Shuichi gulped the air as he moved away, allowing his lover to take his place between Hiro’s legs. Reaching out, the singer grasped Eiri’s cock and stroked it slowly, tickling the sensitive spot beneath.

Hiro watched as his best friend jerked off his mentor, licking his lips and spreading himself wider for the approaching orgasm. It didn’t take long for Shuichi to get Eiri off, splashes of hot cum hitting his cock and balls, and dripping down onto the dildo still inside him.

Eiri moved away and stepped off the bed before returning to Hiro’s side. He lifted the clamp chain and fingered it slowly, watching as Shuichi repositioned himself between the sub’s legs. Swiping some of the cum on Hiro off with a finger, Shuichi leaned forward and held the wet digit above his best friend’s lips, letting it drip into his mouth. Two fingers pressed inside and Hiro greedily sucked off the cum.

Shuichi pressed their hips together and began humping him again, this time Eiri’s cum acting as lube between their bodies making it slippery and wet.

Eiri lifted the chain, moving it higher and higher until it started to tug on Hiro’s nipples. The clamps tightened, and the pain increased with every second that passed. Shuichi watched as Eiri tortured Hiro, enjoying the look on his best friend’s face. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and Shuichi loved that he was providing the pleasure, while his lover provided the pain.

Hiro moved up with the tugging, trying to relive some of the pain. It was just enough to keep him from cumming, which he desperately wanted to do. Suddenly, the tugging stopped. Hiro started to lie back down, and immediately the pain blossomed in him again. He looked up at Eiri, who smirked as he stroked his half hard cock with one hand and held the chain with the other.

“Go ahead Hiro. Lie down.” Hiro started to do as he was told, but Eiri held the chain still. The sensation created was different than when Eiri had just tugged on him. This time there was a stretching and pulling feeling, painful in a totally different way. The further back he laid down, the worse it hurt, so he stopped.

Eiri laughed, picking up the slack on the chain and tightening the clover clamps even more. He removed the clamps again, this time tossing them out off the bed. They landed in a world Hiro didn’t exist in at the moment. Nothing beyond the bed, beyond his mentor at his side and his best friend between his legs existed.

Eiri straddled Hiro the way Shuichi had earlier, pressing his cock against the guitarist’s lips. “My turn,” the Dom said. “Suck me, make me hard again.”

The cock wasn’t fully soft, only partially so. Hiro pulled it between his lips and sucked it deep, noticing the subtle difference in taste between him and Shuichi. The singer had slowed down his thrusts, keeping Hiro tottering on the edge of his orgasm.

Sucking hard and deep, Hiro felt Eiri’s cock swell and harden until it was fully erect. Wasting no time, Eiri moved off him and knelt down behind Shuichi, lubing himself as he moved. He stilled the singer’s hips and spread his cheeks apart, slipping his cock into Shuichi’s entrance.

Shuichi was pressed forward and down almost flat onto Hiro’s body. He reached up and took a handful of Hiro’s hair, fisting it hard as they all began to move.

Eiri slid in and out of his lover’s body, pressing the weight of his hips down hard. Shuichi’s cock slid against Hiro’s, slippery from the cum between them. Hiro rocked his body back and forth adding to the friction, feeling like he would burst any second.

The three men found a good rhythm and increased it, their moans and cries filling the room. Hiro couldn’t believe Shuichi was being fucked on top of him. And although the dildo was still inside his body, he regretted the ‘no penetration’ rule they had made earlier. He wanted Shuichi to fuck him hard and fast and deep. Just the thought of it pushed his arousal up another notch.

They rocked and cried and thrust harder and faster with each passing moment. Shuichi’s eyes were closed tight as he concentrated on not cumming too soon. When he opened them and met Hiro’s eyes, it was over for both of the younger men.

Hiro held his breath as he came, finally letting out a nearly silent hiss as his cock pumped every drop from his body. Shuichi was loud, screaming out into the room while he bathed Hiro’s cock and stomach with his cum. The guitarist could hear Eiri grunting as he filled Shuichi’s body with his release, and within moments, everything went black.

He had no idea how long he was unconscious. It was the movement on the bed that woke him – the movement and the noise. Shuichi was saying something, but Hiro had trouble making it out. The guitarist focused on breaking through the haze in his mind.

When he did, the words he heard shocked him fully back into reality.

“You really liked that didn’t you? You even came twice, more times than me and more times than Hiro. You liked having a new bitch, didn’t you?”

Hiro looked next to him and found Eiri on the bed on his hands and knees being fucked doggie style by Shuichi. The singer pounded into him viciously, moving them both higher and higher on the bed. Eiri’s fists were wrapped around the sheets as he moaned.

Hiro was instantly and painfully hard, watching Shuichi top Eiri so forcefully. He realized his restraints had been removed, so he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it fast and hard.

Shuichi heard his best friend moan and looked over at him. Licking his lips seductively, he continued to fuck his lover while Hiro watched, rolling and thrusting his hips even harder than before.

Eiri finally noticed they had an audience and tried to move away, his face flushing red with embarrassment. Shuichi wouldn’t let him.

“What’s wrong Eiri? Don’t want him seeing you being fucked by me?”

The singer had a steel grip on the Dom and re-angled his cock, hitting Eiri’s prostate head on. With that burst of pleasure, the novelist no longer cared that they were being watched.

Hiro wanted to move, but he was totally enthralled by the sight before him. He knew all three of them were close to cumming. Shuichi had one hand wrapped around Eiri’s body, stroking the novelist’s cock in counter thrusts to his hips snapping. The singer looked over at his friend again and watched as the guitarist’s hand slowly reached out to join his own. Before Hiro could touch Eiri, Shuichi slapped his hand away and glared at his friend.

“He’s mine. DON’T touch him!” Hiro had no idea Shuichi could be so possessive.

The guitarist rolled over on his side so he could watch them easier, never releasing his own cock. They were all so close, knowing it would take very little to push them all over the edge completely.

Leaning forward, the singer sunk his teeth into Eiri’s back, biting him hard. When he pulled away he whispered, “Don't forget whose bitch you really are.” That was all it took.

Eiri came, spraying the bed beneath him. Shuichi stilled his hips as his orgasm ripped through his body, spilling inside his lover’s entrance. Hiro’s cum spilled out the tip of his cock and down over his hand, coating him in the hot liquid.

For a few minutes, all that could be heard in the room was panting and gasping. When Hiro felt strong enough, he reached down and removed the dildo from his body, glad to be rid of the toy.

Eiri was right. Subbing was an experience ever Dom should have at least once in his life. Once he had let go of his need to be in control and just flowed with the scene, it was as if all the restraints in him had been released. His mind was now floating and he was totally giddy.

Shuichi and Eiri had wrapped themselves around each other, holding tight while they cooled down. They had no intention of leaving Hiro out of this part of their scening, the aftercare. To do so was just plain irresponsible. Hiro could not be expected to reclaim normalcy without help. Shuichi turned around away from Eiri and pulling him slowly, they maneuvered the exhausted sub until he was pressed against the singer’s body.

“Very good Hiro,” Eiri said. “You were excellent tonight.”

Shuichi recognized the glaze over Hiro’s eyes and stroked the guitarist’s hair gently. Musing that his best friend must have enjoyed himself to be thrust so deeply into subspace, Shuichi closed his eyes and let the weariness in his body over take him.

Eiri looked over to the dresser before he finally nodded off, smiling at the camera pointed at the bed. It had been the one request Suguru had made, and neither Eiri nor Shuichi could deny him, since he wasn’t to participate in the scene. Relieved that it was still turned on and recording, Eiri drifted off to sleep wrapped around Shuichi’s body.

Suguru was sure to be in for one hell of a shock when he watched the recording, and Eiri couldn’t wait to see the look on Hiro’s face when the four of them sat down to watch it together.

Scene 2 - Owari


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Now, reread it with the following info - Eiri Dom'd Hiro right up until the paddling. At that point, Eiri and Shuichi switched places, and everything that happened from then on was orchestrated by Shuichi. Eiri stood off to the side touching himself while watching.

BIG thanks go to my reviewers and friends, most of all AshCat :-D


[1] http://www.stockroom.com/b759.htm - the calf and arm restraints look something like this – NOT WORKSAFE

[2] http://www.stockroom.com/a003.htm - Clover Clamps - NOT WORKSAFE