Depravity

The Resort was just gearing up for the night, offering events straight through to sunrise and beyond. There were the usual meets and greets geared towards specific interests and experience levels, dances, seminars, general parties and public scenes going on around pretty much every corner.

Eiri and Shuichi sat on their bed with the Resort program in hand, deciding if they would stay in their room or head out to join the other Doms and subs. One of the ball rooms was set up with multiple viewing sections, each area focusing on a different scene. It seemed like a good place for them to start. Afterwards, Shuichi thought about heading into one of the night clubs to dance a bit before heading back to their room for some more scening. Eiri said he’d consider it; after all, they were at the resort for both of them.

Both men dressed appropriately for the night, Shuichi’s main item of clothing being his collar. It would signify to all other Doms that he was off limits. He was dressed in black jeans and a red silk half shirt that exposed his navel. Around his waist was a gold belly chain. Eiri added the Master and slave rings to his ensemble, pleasing Shuichi to no end. Before they walked out the door, the novelist turned his sub away from him and placed his hands on Shuichi’s wrists.

His sub’s arms were drawn back behind his back and his leather and fur cuffs were secured together. Turning Shuichi back to face him, he snapped the chain and leather leash onto the collar and led him to the hallway.

Similarly, Hiro and Suguru went through their own preparations to join the events. Suguru was also handcuffed and leashed, his new silver and sapphire collar clasped below the basic blue leather collar they took from the room’s collection.

The four men met up in the hallway, Hiro brimming with pride over the first public appearance of him and his sub together.

“You collared him?” Eiri asked of Hiro, looking at the telltale blue around Suguru’s neck.

The guitarist wrapped the leash around his arm and answered, “Sure did. This is turning out to be one hell of a trip!” Suguru had been instructed in proper etiquette for the night, and remained silent and slightly behind Hiro as the two Doms talked. Shuichi smiled at him, eying the beautiful jewels gracing his throat with a slight pang of jealousy.

Eiri had never collared him with anything other than the current collar he was wearing. They had skipped the Collar of Consideration stage completely, knowing they had no intention of testing the waters for a while. They were together, and either this would work out or it wouldn’t. They’d opted to go straight to the Training Collar stage, and had been in that stage for the past year. Shuichi would have given and done anything to progress to the Slavery stage, but so far, Eiri just didn’t seem interested or inclined to take that step.

Hiro remembered that he needed to give his sub permission to interact with their friends. “Just like Shuichi, you can talk to them this weekend and vice verse.”

“Thank you,” Suguru responded. Almost immediately, he realized he’d heard Shuichi call Eiri Master or Sir several times, and amended his words. “I mean, thank you Sensei.”

Hiro smiled and continued to lead them through the Resort.

The ballroom was huge. It had a main story, surrounded by a second story made up of a wrap around balcony. The lighting consisted of gas-fed flame lamps, casting a warm glow and throwing dancing shadows on every surface. The walls were lined with groups scening, each set back into their own little cubbie room.

Throughout the middle of the room were several raised platforms. On each platform a BDSM act was being portrayed, but held perfectly still as if they were statues. It was living art, and Shuichi was fascinated that they were able to hold their poses, and in the cases of many of the males, their erections, for such extended periods of time.

Deep base-filled music pounded through the room, the murmur of the crowd a gentle hush above it. Everyone spoke in quieted tones. Every few moments, a scream or yelp would erupt drawing the voyeurs’ eyes towards its origin.

Eiri led their little group to the first of the alcoves, marked Shibari. In it was a beautiful woman completely bound with hemp rope. The rope crisscrossed her torso, went around her neck and through her legs. Her hands were bound using the Ushiro Takate Kote technique – behind her back. Her Dom stood behind her with a brush in his hand and three additional long strands of hemp rope at his feet.

He ran the brush through her silky long black hair and separated it into three sections. Picking up the rope, he began braiding all the strands together with her hair, making sure each turn was tightened as much as possible. She was obviously in pain from all the pulling and tugging on her head, but sat silent and still through the ordeal. The base of the braid was in the center of the back of her head, and when it was finished, it almost looked like a noose knot had been wrapped around her hair.

He helped her stand up and led her to a metal stand. The stand was in the shape of a large T, and had several metal rings attached to it.

Running several more strands of rope through the center ring, he attached the ends to the bindings at her wrists. He then ran more ropes through a ring placed higher on the stand and attached them to the ropes bound around her hair. She was made to lean forward as far as possible, at which point he released and the lower set of ropes. She was being held up exclusively by her hair. Had the ropes not been attached, she would have fallen forward.

Her entire body weight was placed on the braid, and she struggled for a few moments to find her balance. Without the use of her hands, it seemed nearly impossible, but eventually she relaxed and let herself rest completely on her braid.

Once she was in position, another woman stepped into the scening area and the Dom began tying her with hemp rope in another position.

Moving on to the next scene, they watched a couple engage in fire play. This time, the Master and slave were both male.

The sub was kneeling on the floor, his hands bound together behind him, and then bound to his ankles forcing him to lean back and spread his legs. There was a third person present in the scene, but he seemed to be there for the safety of the players and kept in the shadows.

The master had a small shot glass full of a clear liquid. He would dip what looked like a Q-Tip into the glass and then quickly swipe it over the sub’s body. Then, a second Q-Tip that had been soaking in the glass was retrieved, lit against a candle, and then moved to the sub’s body. The path that had been swiped would ignite and flash quickly before going out, but not quickly enough that the sub wouldn’t feel the heat. He gasped each time the flames ran across his body, his muscles twitching with the slight burn.

If a flame lingered on the sub’s body too long, the Dom would either run his hand over the area immediately extinguishing it, or use a paddle to the same effect.

The scene then progressed to the next level; cupping. The Dom laid a small leather patch on his sub’s skin, in this case over his left nipple. He then dipped a cotton ball into the shot glass, squeezed it out and placed it on the leather. The cotton was quickly lit, and a glass with a star shaped rim was placed over it. The lack of oxygen put out the flame and caused a vacuum, adhering the glass to the skin. He repeated the process on the other nipple.

The novelist and musicians were close enough to see the bruises forming under the glass, and it was obvious that the sub was in pain. He gasped as each seal was made, his body arching into the air.

Finally, the Dom moved onto their final form of fire play. He pulled out a long string that looked like it was made of cotton. The string was placed on his stomach in a design that wasn’t yet discernable.

When the lit Q-tip was placed on the end of the string, it immediately erupted in a flash of fire, traveling along the design. The word SLUT burned across his stomach before quickly going out. The thread turned out to be magician’s cotton, and while the boys agreed that watching fire play was fascinating, none of them were willing to bring such a dangerous game into their own scening.

They continued moving through the room, stopping at every alcove and watching the public scenes as they took place. They finally came upon a couple engaged in wax play. Shuichi was enthralled as the candle was held a few feet above the sub’s body, dripping splatter after splatter onto her breasts and between her legs. Every few moments, the Dom would move the candle lower and closer to her sub’s body.

Besides dripping the wax onto her body, the Master also painted it on from what looked like a black cauldron filled with bubbling hot red wax. As long strips dried, they were pulled off hard and fast if possible. Occasionally, the Master would pick up a large chef’s knife and carefully scrap the wax from the sub, moving slowly and running the cold edge across her heated skin.

Shuichi had no interest in being painted with wax or having it removed with the knife. But, having it dripped on him from the tip of a candle seemed highly arousing and erotic, and he hoped Eiri would give it a try this weekend.

They moved on and watched scenes that involved zip chords, nipple torture, slapping, caning, spanking, tickling, food play, shockplay, various forms of bondage, and cock and ball torture. Not all scenes involved a sexual act, but quite a few did. While Shuichi and Suguru watched with rapt attention, both obviously aroused, Hiro and Eiri were mentally taking notes, adding new techniques and ideas to their own scenes.

All four of them flinched as they came across a suspension demonstration. Instead of being hung with restraints, chains or other wraps of material, the participants had been pierced with huge metal hooks through their back and chest, and then hung in the air.

They moved on quickly, knowing that the men and women being hung were in some kind of a trance that negated any pain. It was just too extreme for them to enjoy watching.

Suguru blushed as they came upon a row of St. Andrew’s Crosses, each one with a bound sub tied to it while being tortured. It brought back wonderful memories of their afternoon, and he couldn’t help but press himself against Hiro’s body.

Hiro immediately felt the erection pressed against his side and turned to embrace his sub. “Getting horny Usagi-chan?”

Suguru answer, “Yes Sensei, very,” while panting quietly. Hiro smiled and held his sub close. One of the things he had noticed on multiple occasions was that some of the more exhibitionist guests didn’t seem to have a problem engaging in some kind of sexual act while in the crowds. There were Doms being blown by their subs, subs being stroked by their Doms, and quite a few couples outright fucking while watching a scene. It was always done in a way that didn’t detract from the scene playing out.

They stood in front of a Cross that had a beautiful young-looking male sub bound to it. His Dom was also male, and was currently stroking his sub’s cock while refusing to let him cum. Hiro stood with his chest pressed against Suguru’s back while they watched.

He ran his fingers over Suguru’s nipples, feeling them harden through the fabric. Even though the touches were light and gentle, the keyboardist found himself responding to the stimulation, arching to Hiro’s touch.

They continued to watch as the guitarist’s deft fingers moved to his sub’s waistband, slipping below to tease the sensitive flesh. Hiro unbuttoned Suguru’s pants and slid on hand inside to grip his sub’s swollen cock. Suguru couldn’t hold back the moan that was drawn from him as he was stroked and teased.

Pressing his own erection into Suguru’s hands which were bound behind his back, Hiro continued to touch him. He noticed that the sub on the Cross was watching them intently, and Hiro matched his own strokes to that of the scening Dom’s hand.

Eiri and Shuichi watched with fascination as their friends became more and more lost in their passion. The singer’s mouth went dry when Hiro’s hand moved deeper into Suguru’s pants to tickle and roll his sac.

Hiro returned stroking Suguru’s cock, panting and licking his ear while never once drawing his attention away from the scene before them. Suguru was writhing in his arms, his body begging for release.

“Baby, cum now,” Hiro whispered, and immediately his hand was flooded with a warm wetness. Suguru’s body shook and he let out a low wrung moan as he came. When his orgasm finished, he collapsed into his Dom’s arms for a moment.

Hiro withdrew his hand and held it before Suguru’s face. “Lick me clean.”

The keyboardist immediately began sucking his spilt passion from Hiro’s fingers and palm, still trying to catch his breath and regain his energy.

Shuichi was throbbing, his pants tented out in front of him with his very obvious arousal. He turned to show it to Eiri and pleaded with his eyes. The only response he received was a quirk of an eyebrow and a smirk. Eiri had no intention of letting his Boy get off that easily.

They continued on, watching a few more scenes before deciding to go for a late night snack in one of the restaurants.

Eiri and Hiro sat down and their subs stood behind them waiting for permission to join the table. Suguru’s cuffs were released and he was told to sit, but Shuichi was ignored.

They ordered several desserts, Eiri making sure that pastries both he and his sub loved were included in the order. Both Suguru and Shuichi lit cigarettes for their Doms while waiting for the food to arrive.

When the food was brought and set out, Eiri released Shuichi’s cuffs but didn’t give him permission to sit. He instructed Shuichi to feed him the strawberry shortcake neatly, using his fingers. Shuichi thanked him, pinched off a corner of the cake and presented it to his Dom, who allowed it to be placed in his mouth.

Hiro thoroughly enjoyed watching his friends play. He was learning so much just being with them, realizing how important it was for him to find a mentor as a new Dom.

“Yo Yuki, you mentioned to me before that you’d be willing to show me the ropes if I wanted. Does that offer still stand?” Eiri quirked an eyebrow at Hiro.

“What kind of things do you want to learn?”

Hiro smiled and answered, “Everything.”

Eiri turned to his sub and asked, “Boy, do you have any problems with me mentoring Hiro?”

Shuichi answered, “No Master, I don’t think so. I mean, you’re not gonna demonstrate anything, right Master?”

Eiri laughed softly at the little twinge of worry in the singer’s eyes. “No Shuichi. No demonstrations. He won’t need me for that. I have no interest in Dominating him, and I sure as hell won’t submit to him. I’ll just pick up in his education where you left off.”

“Oh!” Shuichi exclaimed and smiled. “No Master, I don’t have any problems with it.”

Shuichi had finished feeding Eiri the cake and was finally invited to join them at the table to eat. Hiro and Eiri discussed how the mentoring arrangement would work, while Suguru and Shuichi sat discussing the different toys in their rooms.

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Eiri opened their room door and led his sub inside. He unclasped Shuichi’s cuffs, leaving them on his arms, then removed his leash and pulled him close for a deep passionate kiss. Shuichi was left breathless by the sudden affection and couldn’t help but giggle a little when he was released.

“Want to play a game little Boy?” Eiri asked mischievously while removing his shoes.

Before Shu could answer, Eiri walked to a table and picked up a pack of cards. The singer squinted in confusion. They’d never used cards in their scening before, and he couldn’t imagine what was going to happen next.

Eiri shuffled the deck and put the cards down on a table, spreading them out in a fan face down.

“Pick a card, but don’t let me see what it is.”

Shuichi reached out and pulled the 9 of hearts.

“Now, go hide it somewhere in the bedroom.”

Shuichi nodded, said, “Yes sir,” and ran to complete his task. He placed the card underneath a box that contained a large lifelike dildo on one of the tables. It was perfectly hidden. When he returned to the living room, Eiri kissed him again and explained the game.

“It’s called ‘interrogation.’ You know two things I don’t; what card you pulled, and where you hid it. I’m going to use every means available to me to get the info out of you. It’s your job to keep it from me, no matter what I do.

“You can fight me. In fact, I expect you to fight against me.

“If I win and you tell me, you’ll be punished. Tonight, you’ll sleep chained to the foot of the bed on the floor, and you’ll only get a maximum of two points awarded to you; you may get zero points. If you win, I’ll award you five more points towards your reward, and end the scene in a manner that will short circuit your mind. We’ll set a timer and scene for exactly one hour. Think you can play?”

Shuichi’s eyes glinted with excitement. “Yes Master!” His excitement was twinged with extreme nervousness. Eiri could be very convincing and knew how to bend him to his will. This was not going to be easy, but he was determined to hold out as long as possible.

“Good. I’ll give you to the count of twenty and then I’m coming for you. You better run and hide!” Eiri picked up a digital timer and set it for 60 minutes.

Shuichi squealed and dashed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. As quickly as possible, he pulled a bondage bench in front of the door, blocking it. The question was: where to hide?

From the living room, he could hear Eiri counting up to twenty. “Iti, ni, san, si…”

In the corner of the room was a large chest. Shuichi opened it. It was lined with black satin, and more than big enough for him to fit into. The chest was used for several games, including deprivation torture. The thought of being stuck inside it scared him, but he knew he wouldn’t be left inside for long. Eiri would probably find him rather quickly.

Just as he heard Eiri call out twenty, “Ni juu!” he pulled the lid shut and curled up in a fetal position.

Eiri slammed into the bedroom door, thrown back by the impact. He didn’t expect it to be blocked, and it amused him that Shuichi devised a little diversion to buy him more time.

Feigning anger, Eiri yelled out, “You’ll pay for that! Just wait till I get my hands on you! If I were you’d I’d give up right now!” He pressed on the door until he had enough room to squeeze inside. “I’m warning you Boy, it would be better if you just told me what I want to know. I SWEAR! You are going to REGRET this!!”

Eiri’s voice boomed through the room and Shuichi cowered in the chest. His mind started to agree with his Master, and he reached up to open the chest and reveal the card and its hiding place. Before he could make that mistake, his mind cleared a little and he realized that Eiri was just in scene and playing the game.

He held back a snicker and strained to hear what his Dom was doing.

Eiri began a methodical search of the room. He started by opening all the closets one by one, thrusting his hands inside just in case his sub was behind the door. He wanted to make sure to give Shuichi a good scare when he found him.

Occasionally he’d yell out, lacing his voice with menace and anger. “This is taking too fucking long and you’re PISSING me off! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”

Shuichi began to shiver, fear running through his body. Eiri wouldn’t hurt him, at least, not much. He wasn’t in any real danger. But hearing his lover storm through the room in a rage had his heart pounding and his body shaking.

After moving through the closets, Eiri looked under the bed and then moved towards the chest. He held his breath and knelt down beside it silently, listening. Inside, he could hear Shuichi breathing hard and fast. He had him now!

Eiri stood up again, being careful not to make even the slightest noise. He drew himself up to make himself look more intimidating and waited. Shuichi would begin to get nervous at the silence, and Eiri knew he’d only have to wait for his sub to peek out for the real game to being.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, and a third. Eiri knew that when locked inside a pitch black box, time passed differently. To Shuichi, it would seem as if hours had gone by. He would be antsy and impatient by now, ready to make a huge mistake.

Suddenly the lid began to lift and a single eye peered out into the room. The moment the gaze landed on Eiri, he bent down slowly, pulled back his lips in a growl and said, “Now, you’re in for it!”

Shuichi blanched in terror and slammed the lid shut again. Eiri wrenched it open and thrust his arms into the chest, roughly gathering his squirming fighting sub into his arms. With jerky movements and danger in every step, Eiri carried Shuichi to the bed and tossed him down.

The singer had learned early on that such trivial things as clothes could be a total wash when scening. This was one such time.

Eiri sat down hard on the top Shuichi’s thighs, pinning him to the mattress. Wrenching the fabric in his hands, the split the shirt up the middle and ripped it from his sub’s body. He then moved off Shuichi and violently removed his pants, the smaller man’s body bouncing on the bed.

Shuichi was splayed out before him, naked, flushed and shivering. Without wasting a moment, Eiri bent over and bit his lover’s thigh hard; not enough to draw blood but enough to cause pain. Shuichi screamed, his fright level raised even higher by the new pain he felt. In response, he found himself wildly fighting back.

Eiri didn’t mind his sub’s struggles. It only served to turn him on more, but he didn’t want Shuichi to exhaust all his energy so quickly. He hovered over Shuichi’s flailing body and caught his arms, bringing them together and pulling his sub up on his knees. Eiri backed Shuichi up against the headboard and holding both his sub’s wrists in one hand, he pulled the chains hanging on bed post forward. He clasped Shuichi’s right arm to the right chain, and left arm to the left chain. Stepping off the bed, he pulled the pillows away and then tightened the tension until Shuichi was pulled up standing with his arms barely able to move.

Shuichi’s eyes were wide with panic as he struggled against his bonds unsuccessfully. He watched as Eiri picked up a Tiger Tail Whip. The whip had a very small thin shaft that ended in four long strips of leather. When flicked, the whip would either tease sensuously, or sting. It would leave marks on his skin, but not draw any blood, making it a safe but very painful toy.

Eiri ran the whip gently over Shuichi’s body, tickling him sensuously with the leather straps. “Are you going to tell me what card you had?”

“No Master,” Shuichi answered.

“Wrong answer!” The whip was drawn back fast and flicked forward. It landed on Shuichi’s stomach, drawing a strangled scream from him. The pain wasn’t intense, but it did sting. He screamed more from the surprise than anything else.

“Let’s try this again.” Eiri jumped up on the bed and towered over Shuichi, again drifting the leather over his skin, tickling and arousing him. “Are you going to tell me what card you had?”

Shuichi dropped his head and stared down at the mattress below him. He took a deep breath, raised his eyes to meet his Dom’s and said in a meek voice, “No Master.”

Eiri stared at his boy and shook his head in disbelief. Inside, he was ecstatic. Shuichi was playing along perfectly. He was obviously nervous and scared, but still in enough control to play this through. For now.

Without saying a word, the whip descended again, hitting him across his chest and stinging one of his nipples. This time, the hit was slightly harder and more painful, but nothing outside of what Shuichi was used to taking.

“Tell me what card you picked!” Eiri stood poised with the whip in one hand, ready for it to descent in a wide arch before making contact with Shuichi’s skin. The other hand stroked Shuichi’s face lovingly. The singer looked at the whip, closed his eyes and said, “No Master.”

He barely had time to take a breath before the stings lashed across his legs, frighteningly close to his cock and balls. Shuichi screamed again and pulled on his restraints. The fur lining kept him from cutting his skin, but he was still putting a lot of pressure on his wrists and arms.

Eiri didn’t want Shuichi injured, so he played with the whip only a little while longer. The demands were always accompanied by a gentle loving touch. Each following lash was harder and more painful than the last, and Shuichi ended up with a patchwork of red lines on his chest and legs. They were both panting with the exertion, when Eiri suddenly changed his tactics and dropped to his knees before his sub, engulfing his cock with one swallow.

Shuichi screamed again, but this time with pleasure. He thrust his hips forward as Eiri expertly deep throated him, humming and sucking while squeezing his ass.

He suddenly stopped and looked up at Shuichi, waiting until they made eye contact. Licking his lips erotically, Eiri pleaded, “Please tell me what card you had? I’ll keep sucking on you if you do.”

The singer shuddered and whispered hoarsely, “No Master.” That little trick had made Shuichi come close to losing his resolve.

Eiri’s smile turned into a nasty grin and he twisted Shuichi’s balls in his hand. Shuichi tried to pull away and groaned out in pain.

“Haven’t you figured it out yet Boy? Every time you say no, it will hurt. If you say yes, I’ll do things to you that will blow your mind. What’s more important? Having me pleasure you to the point that you’re delirious, or keeping the card a secret from me?”

He waited, watching the play of emotions across Shuichi’s face. His hard grip turned light, caressing and fondling Shuichi rather than twisting. Shuichi looked down at his living wet dream kneeling before him and took a deep breath.

“The answer is still no, Master.”

Eiri smiled again, and wrapped his tongue around the head of Shuichi’s cock. He mouthed against the hot skin, “Are you sure you meant to say ‘No?’ I think you meant to say ‘Yes.’ After all, you want me to do more of this, right?”

Groaning, Shuichi answered, “Yes Master, oh please!”

Eiri tickled the slit with his tongue and said, “Then tell me what card you had.”

Another deep breath, and another, “No Master,” escaped the singer’s lips.

Eiri had to admit his lover was better at this than he’d thought. It had been 20 minutes since the beginning of the scene, and he expected Shuichi to break any minute. And if not, he had an ace in his pocket. He’d leave that alone for now and only use it as a last resort.

While he thought, Eiri had picked up a couple of clamps and placed one on each of Shuichi’s nipples. They weren’t extremely painful, but they did pinch tight and annoy his Boy’s dusky nubs.

“I’ll take those off you if you tell me what card you picked.” Eiri took off his shirt and pressed his warm skin against Shuichi.

Shuichi was working hard to hold together his resolve under the double edged assault. The constant switch between intense pleasure and light pain had started to affect his nerves. He felt both with more intensity than normal, and the lines between them were starting to blur.

Instead of answering Eiri verbally, Shuichi shook his head ‘no’ and waited to see what would happen next.

Eiri roughly removed the chains and threw his sub back down on the bed face first. Shuichi felt Eiri’s weight settled on the back of his thighs, and a hard column of naked flesh slipped between the globes of his ass. Eiri had released his cock from his pants and positioned himself at Shuichi’s entrance, but he had not penetrated him.

A loud smack resounded through the room when Eiri spanked him. It was immediately followed by the head of his cock slipping into Shuichi’s entrance just enough to tease his boy without offering any real pleasure.

Shuichi spread his legs and lifted his hips trying to sink Eiri deeper into him. Eiri refused to play along, gripping Shuichi’s hips tight and holding him down and still.

“Mmmm, boy, Gods your ass feels so good! Do you want me to fuck you?”

Breathing heavy and panting with the exertion, Shuichi answered, “Oh, yes Master!”

“You want me to slide my rock hard cock deep inside you, in and out, stabbing into you until you cum?”

Shuichi fisted at the sheets underneath him, lifting his head to throw it back in a high-pitched “Ahhhhhh…”

“What card did you pick?”

The singer dropped his body to the bed in frustration. “No,” was all he could struggle out of his dry lips.

When Eiri spanked him, Shuichi’s body thrust upwards and forced his Dom’s cock to slide in just a bit more. Both men groaned, but Eiri forced himself to regain control quickly, pushing Shuichi back down into the comforter.

This game continued for a little while longer, switching back and forth between penetrating Shuichi and spanking him. A few red hand marks added themselves to the mosaic of angry red patterns flushing Shuichi’s skin. There was now only 25 minutes left to their scene, and Eiri still hadn’t coaxed the card or it’s location from his surprisingly secretive lover.

Eiri rolled Shuichi over and released the nipple clamps. He stood, stripped off the rest of his clothes, and climbed back onto the bed. Positioning himself near Shuichi’s head, he reached out and directed his sub’s gaze in his direction.

“Remember how I fucked you earlier, when I pounded your ass while sucking on your cock?”

Oh, Shuichi remembered. That was one of the most amazing experiences he’d had in a long time, and there was no way he’d forget it. “Yes Sir.”

“Have you figured out the little variation on that yet?” Eiri looked into his eyes as the realization dawned. “That’s right. I can suck myself off. Want to see me do it?”

Shuichi panted hard and nodded yes violently.

Eiri sat back against the headboard and drew his legs up, spreading them wide. He started to bend double, gripping his cock with one hand and one of his legs with the other. His mouth hovered over the head and he stopped. Keeping eye contact with Shuichi he said, “What card did you pick?”

Shuichi nearly screamed in frustration. He was tired, his body ached, and he was so fucking horny that humping the bed suddenly sounded very appealing. He watched as Eiri began to stroke himself, coaxing a bead of precum to settle on the tip of his cock.

The singer’s mouth felt like it had a lump of clay in it. Unable to coax out his voice, he mouthed a strangled “No,” and braced himself for the punishment.

Eiri pounced. He flipped Shuichi over onto his back and straddled his chest, digging his knees into his sub’s arms. Shuichi was held completely immobile, but fought to be released. Eiri waited patiently until his struggles ceased.

Looking up, Shuichi was graced with the sight of his Dom’s throbbing cock poised not far over his head.

“Tell me which card you picked, Boy,” Eiri demanded with a low threatening voice.

The answer was the same, and Eiri reached around to tweak and then twist one of Shuichi’s nipples. They were still sensitive and a little bruised from the clamps, so the manipulations were nothing short of agonizing.

The pain was very short lived as Eiri released his grip and made his demand once more. This time, the other nipple was twisted when he received the negative answer.

Fifteen minutes left. Eiri sighed, knowing he had only five minutes to get Shuichi to reveal the card or he’d have to use his secret weapon against his Boy. He considered taking Shuichi violently, forcing his sub to beg him to stop. But a scenario like that was too close to rape, and while this scene wasn’t focusing exclusively on bringing Shuichi pleasure, it certainly wasn’t meant to break his mind. As it was, he’d already been treading a very fine line with this game.

Eiri picked out one last toy from the selection in the room. It was a small spanking paddle. Eiri had never used anything other than his hand to administer a true spanking to Shuichi, and he saw the eyes on him widen in realization.

Instead of turning his sub over again, Eiri grabbed Shuichi’s feet and raised them in the air. Shuichi looked like he was having a diaper changed. The paddle smacked into the back of his upper thighs.

Eiri only did this a few times, knowing that he was pushing his sub’s body to its limit. He’d subjected him to alternating pleasure and pain for 45 minutes, and there was no way that Shuichi could last much longer. He would either break down and tell him what card he picked, or he’d pass out.

This was an exceptionally hard scene, designed to push Shuichi to the absolute edge of his limits. If Eiri hadn’t already planned a special time of pampering for them tomorrow, he never would have played this scene out tonight.

It was time to pull out his ace.

Gently, Eiri pulled Shuichi up and arranged him on the bed so he was sitting against a wall of retrieved pillows. Eiri knelt on the bed, his ass facing is lover.

Shuichi watched in rapt fascination as Eiri coated his fingers in lube and slipped one digit into himself. Eiri was stretching and prepping his own entrance! This couldn’t be right! They were scening, and Eiri had stated on more than one occasion that he would never allow himself to be topped during a scene. The one time that Shuichi had dominated him didn’t count.

The novelist put on a good show for his lover, sliding his finger in and out, adding a second and then a third. He moaned loudly and drove himself backwards onto his own hand.

Peeking around his shoulder at Shuichi, Eiri saw that his Boy was practically drooling at the sight. Once he was fully stretched, he turned around, crawled over Shuichi’s body, and positioned himself above his lover’s cock.

“If you tell me what card you pulled, I’ll lower myself down and let you fuck me. Long, hard and deep. You want that, don’t you?” Almost in a sing-song voice, Eiri continued, “All you have to do is tell me what card you picked.”

Eiri reached under his body and spread himself open, pressing Shuichi’s cock against his entrance hard. The singer was completely unable to move. He LOVED being buried in Eiri’s body; a pleasure he rarely was able to indulge in. He debated with himself. Maybe he should just tell Eiri what card he picked.

But, Shuichi had been scening long enough that he truly was a good sub. At the beginning of the scene, his order was not to tell, no matter what Eiri did to him. That was the only order that mattered.

Shuichi reached out and touched Eiri’s cock, running his hand in circles over the head. Eiri hadn’t expected that and he moaned at the touch. “That’s right,” Eiri purred. “You can stroke me off and make me cum while you make love to me. You want that, don’t you?”

Shuichi shook his head yes and felt Eiri impale himself just a little bit on his cock. His eyes were glued at the point of their joining, and his body felt like lead. He wanted to move! He wanted to thrust up inside his Dom’s tight sheath! GODS if he could just regain his strength!

Eiri lifted off and lingered over him, teasing Shuichi with his body. “What card did you pick?”

The singer’s head flopped backwards on the pillows and he tossed it back and forth, his answer of “No,” clearly being conveyed.

With a loud beep, the timer sounded. Their 60 minutes was up, and Shuichi had won the game. They stared at each other for a moment and Shuichi groaned, unsure if he had done the right thing. He so wanted to feel his lover’s body wrapped around him.

“I’m impressed,” Eiri began, not changing his position so much as an inch. “You won the scene. That’s five more points, and you get the other award I promised you. Do you remember?”

Nodding yes, Shuichi answered, “Yes Master. You said you’d do something to me that would short circuit my mind.”

Smiling, Eiri whispered, “I most certainly did,” and impaled himself on Shuichi’s erection.

Both men screamed and wrapped their arms around each other. Shuichi drew himself up and pressed his body against Eiri’s, gripping his lover’s hips like a vice. If Eiri began moving now, it would be over in a matter of seconds.

Eiri was just as hyper-stimulated as Shuichi, so he held still for a few moments, allowing his sub’s cock to nestle deep inside his body.

“Tell me when you’re ready, Boy.” Eiri kissed Shuichi and waited patiently. Shuichi had more than earned this, and Eiri wanted to make it as enjoyable as possible for his lover.

Shuichi leaned forward and licked at Eiri’s chest, dotting kisses along his collar bone and nipples. Within a few moments, the need for movement started to overwhelm and he rolled his hips. “Now Master, please!”

Eiri lifted himself until just the head was still inside him. With a forceful thrust, he took Shuichi back inside him to the hilt, arching his back and crying out with nearly unrestrained passion. Shuichi knew that neither of them would last long, no matter how much they both wanted to. He stroked Eiri’s cock and let himself be ridden in perfect contentment.

The novelist set a fast pace, up and down, gripping Shuichi’s arms and dipping in for the occasional kiss and nip.

They built up to their releases quickly, and Shuichi worked Eiri hard and fast, wanting to watch his lover cum while being fucked. The internal and external assault on the Dom’s body was too much, and with a tightening of his legs and while clamping down with the muscles of his ass, he came, spraying Shuichi’s body with his release.

Shuichi immediately followed, screaming out Eiri’s name while flooding his body with a warm flush. They rode out their orgasms and Eiri collapsed on top of Shuichi’s body, their sweat and cum slickened skin sliding against each other.

“Wow,” was all Shuichi could manage for a while, trying desperately to catch his breath. He knew he had a goofy grin on his face, but didn’t care. He fucked his Dom DURING a scene! The singer felt he’d died and gone to heaven.

Not wanting to smother his smaller lover, Eiri rolled off him and pulled Shuichi into his arms. They laid in silence for a few more moments before Shuichi voiced the question rolling around in his mind.

“Why did you let me fuck you during a scene, Master?”

Eiri laughed. “Let’s make one thing clear. Even when I’m on the bottom, I’m ALWAYS topping you.” He brushed a few pink strands out of Shuichi’s face and watched as his lover drifted off to sleep. So far, this weekend was turning out to be full of the most amazing surprises, and Eiri couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.

TBC…

A/N: Yeah, that was LONG! Sorry! I hope you liked it though!!

Shibari: Japanese Rope Bondage
Wanna see a beautiful drawing of a bound woman? NOT WORK SAFE
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Wanna read about it and all its forms? NOT WORK SAFE
http://www.bizarcentral.com/bondage-news/1120526238/
Ushiro Takate Kote: NOT WORK SAFE
http://ds-arts.com/RopeArt/TakateKote/UshiroTakateKote.html

Thanks to all my reviewers!! And if you haven’t reviewed my story yet, but have been following along since the beginning, come on! Make yourself known! I PROMISE we won’t bite! Much.

Special thanks go to AshCat – she helped me out BIG time with this chapter!!

Special thanks also go to Ashley V, who is spreading my perversion to the Spanish speaking world. HUGS!!!

Next Chapter: Big time aftercare! Pampering extreme!! And, Shuichi needs to have his body hair removed for the big Pony contest – will he let Eiri shave him again??

See you in a few days!

~ffpanda