Citrus Series (Tenipuri)

The sound of a zipper opening startled every one in Sanada's living room room. Kirihara, handcuffed and kneeling on the floor, looked absolutely furious.

"What are you doing, Genichirou?" Yanagi asked, and the only emotion that could be discerned in his voice was curiosity.

"I have to punish the brat," Sanada replied from his position of standing in front of Kirihara. "I might as well enjoy doing it."

"Hm. I thought using your grandfather's handcuffs to restrain Akaya was a creative touch, but I'm not sure I can agree to this."

"I don't know what you're complaining about. I never said you couldn't join in."

At that, Yanagi only crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair.

Sanada reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, smirking as Kirihara's eyes glinted for a moment. The boy was mad, Sanada knew, but then he should have known there would be consequences for his actions.

"Don't look at me like that," Sanada said, stroking his cock to half mast, "you'll enjoy this when I'm done."

The realization of what was happening dawned on Kirihara, and he looked almost scared for a second before he let his anger take over again. Sanada smiled and slapped his penis against Kirihara's cheek, an action that made Kirihara flinch. He was completely hard now, anticipating, and he knew the sight of his erection must have been intimidating, especially given what he was going to do with it. Kirihara had every right to be scared. He moved his penis down and traced Kirihara's red lips with it.

"Open your mouth."

Kirihara glared at him and bit into the air, missing Sanada's cock by millimeters. Sanada backhanded him as hard as he could, hard enough to instantly leave a bright red hand print.

"Be a good boy, or else I won't be so nice with you."

Sanada could see fear enter Kirihara's eyes again, and the younger boy opened his mouth a little bit. Sanada pressed against his slightly parted lips, forcing the head of his cock into that wet heat.

"Suck it."

Kirihara whimpered around Sanada's cock, but he did as he was told, and started sucking on Sanada's meat. It was strange, to have some one's cock in his mouth, especially when it was so large, but he tried his best. Then, Sanada was pushing the rest of his cock into his mouth, and Kirihara nearly gagged as he felt it go down his throat. He cried around the erection in his mouth and tried to move away, but Sanada's hands were in his hair forcing him to stay where he was. Then Sanada pulled out and pushed back in, pistoning, fucking his throat while there was nothing he could do about it. Kirihara struggled to breath during the onslaught, hoping it would be over soon. After what seemed like a long time Sanada grunted and Kirihara could feel cum rushing down his throat, and then Sanada was pulling out and he could taste cum on his tongue and could feel hot, sticky, spurts splattering onto his cheeks and chin. Kirihara had his eyes closed during the ordeal, but when he opened them he was scared to see that Sanada was still hard.

"Renji. Don't you want to have some fun with him too?"

Kirihara's gaze shot over to his other sempai, who he remembered was there and had watched the whole thing. How could Yanagi-sempai let Sanada do something like this to him?

"Me?" Yanagi asked, amused.

"I need you to loosen him up for me. If I fuck him now, I'll tear his ass apart."

Kirihara's eyes widened and he tried to struggle away again, but Sanada still had a strong grip on him.

"Yan-" he tried to plead with his sempai, but as soon as he opened his mouth Sanada raised his hand again, and his words were cut off by another vicious backhand. It stung so much Kirihara could feel his eyes watering.

"Shut up, brat," Sanada told him. Then Sanada reached down and started pulling at his clothes, finally ripping them off piece by piece. Kirihara shivered as he was gradually exposed to the cold, and when he was completely naked Sanada laughed at the state of him. "Look at you, you're so hard you're dripping. You're such a little slut."

Sanada took a step back and sat down on the sofa, stroking his still hard cock. Kirihara was about to take the chance to run away when he felt hands on his waist and a chest press against his bare back.

"Kirihara." He could feel Yanagi's voice against his ear. "You look so cute, with Genichirou's cum all over your face."

Kirihara felt betrayed. He could feel something slick and hard press against his entrance, and groaned as Yanagi slowly pushed it in. It was too hard and too slender to be an erection, and he soon realized that Yanagi was fucking him with the handle of one of Sanada's swords. After a few strokes Yanagi pulled the sword out and lifted Kirihara onto his lap. Kirihara felt something else at his entrance then, and he knew exactly what it was.

"Sit down, Akaya."

Afraid of angering Yanagi, or even worse, angering Sanada, Kirihara slowly lowered himself into Yanagi's lap. He couldn't help moaning as he did so, feeling Yanagi fill him bit by bit. Yanagi was thicker than the sword handle, and hotter, and felt so good entering him. Soon he was fully seated and felt completely stretched out.

Kirihara leaned his head back and moaned as Yanagi kissed the back of his neck. It was odd, but it felt so wonderful to have Yanagi inside of him.

"Yanagi-sempai," Kirihara moaned, and he begin riding Yanagi's cock. He impaled himself over and over again, loving every moment of Yanagi inside of him. Then Yanagi reached around and started stroking him, and he came all over Yanagi's hand. A few seconds later he could feel Yanagi coming inside his ass, and he pouted when his sempai finished and pulled out of him. He felt so... empty now.

"My turn now."

Sanada's voice jerked Kirihara out of the afterglow and back into reality. He tried to squirm away as Sanada came near him, but he was too slow, and soon Sanada had grabbed onto his legs and was pushing him onto his back.

"Hold his legs up for me," Sanada told Yanagi, and Kirihara could feel Yanagi's now limp cock against the top of his head as his sempai moved forward to grab onto his thighs. Yanagi lifted Kirihara's legs up and spread them apart, holding them in position.

Kirihara winced as he felt the tip of Sanada's cock press into his asshole. He had seen Sanada's erection, had felt it almost choke him, and he didn't know if he could survive having that monster inside of him. Sanada pushed in even more, and it really, really hurt. He must have been twice as thick as Yanagi.

"Please, Sanada-fukubuchou," Kirihara begged as Sanada forced himself into him, "it's too big. Please, take it out."

Kirihara whimpered as Sanada drove himself in even deeper; he had never felt anything this deep in his ass anymore.

"It's okay," Yanagi whispered to him, "it's almost all the way in now."

Kirihara could feel his eyes watering. He felt like he was being split in two. "I can't take it, Sanada-fukubuchou."

"Oh, you'll take it," Sanada said, still pressing into him. "You'll take all of it."

It was so hard and big. Kirihara felt his tears escape him, and he yelped as Sanada pushed the rest of the way. He could feel Sanada's balls against his ass now, so he knew that at least there wasn't anymore to take, but then Sanada started pistoning in and out of him and the pain of that was even worse.

"It hurts," Kirihara cried, while Yanagi smoothed his hair.

"It's okay, Akaya. It will be over soon."

Kirihara tried to think of something else, tried to distract himself from what was going on, but he couldn't block out the feeling of Sanada fucking him. After what was too long he finally felt jets of cum shoot out inside of him, felt himself leaking cum even before Sanada stopped and pulled out. But finally Sanada wasn't inside of him anymore, and even though his ass was hurt and loose at least it was over.

"It's okay," and this time it was Sanada's voice, not Yanagi's. Sanada turned him over to his stomach and undid his handcuffs. "Next time, you'll be used to it."

.end.