Depravity

It was early in the afternoon by the time they returned to their room. Eiri and Shuichi both felt amazingly good thanks to the pampering in the Indulgence Spa. The singer was ready to jump back into scening and try to make the next set of points towards his reward.

On their way back, Eiri told his sub that he would award him two points for the waxing. Shuichi hoped he would get more points, but accepted what he was given graciously. That made a total of fifteen points and a day-and-a-half to go. If he could win the pony contest tomorrow, he’d automatically get the points needed to reach thirty and win his reward. But doing it the slow scene-by-scene way was a lot of fun too!

When they reached the room, Eiri led them both the bed and pressed Shuichi down into the comforter. He lay down on top of his sub, letting his weight apply pressure without suffocating him. Shuichi wrapped his arms and legs around his Master and purred in contentment.

They stayed there for a while, just kissing and touching, but not escalating it to anything more impassioned. Eiri knew his weight, while not enough to make Shuichi feel trapped or uncomfortable, was still affecting his sub’s breathing. The deep kisses weren’t making it any easier, and Eiri could tell the singer was beginning to feel a little light headed.

Rolling off him and to the side, Eiri continued to kiss and caress his beautiful boy, making sure not to let his touches arouse too much.

“What do you think of our weekend so far?” Eiri ran his hands though Shuichi’s silky hair and kissed his chin, waiting for the answer.

A beautiful smile crossed his subs face. “It’s wonderful, Master. I can’t wait to see what will come next.”

“Mmmm, actually, if you’re ready, I have another scene in mind.”

Shuichi rolled over onto Eiri and straddled his hips. “I’m very ready, my sexy Master. Love you.”

Eiri laughed lightly. “Sexy Master? Is that my new name?”

Shuichi sat up on Eiri’s body and stretched languidly. “It certainly fits, Sexy Master.”

“Well,” Eiri said as he captured the singer’s arms, “I think that for now, the sexy one will be you. I want you to go through your clothes and put on the absolute sexiest outfit you have. Do your hair, makeup, everything. I’ll wait in the living room. This scene is worth up to five points, but I’m going to make you work for it.”

They both stood up and kissed one last time before Eiri left the room, grabbing a change of clothes as he left. Shuichi walked to their closets and began searching through them for the perfect clothes, laying them out on the bed. He stripped, spent a few minutes in the bathroom preparing his body for the scene, and then returned to the bedroom to dress.

Shuichi was excited about this scene. He knew that Eiri often got off on how he dressed, and he wanted to look especially sexy for him tonight. The singer slipped on a red mesh half-shirt that hugged his body tight and topped it with an open button down black silk blouse. He slipped on a pair of fishnet stockings, his black leather shorts, and finished the main ensemble with matching leather fuck-me boots. One boot was black and the other was red, and they laced up the front.

Shuichi hunted the room to see if he could find anything to add to his ensemble. He found a silver cock circlet and slipped it on, and then made his way back into the bathroom. Black eyeliner, a little blush, strawberry flavored lip gloss and a dusting of glitter were all carefully applied. He finished off by brushing out his hair and then walked to the living room to present himself to his Master.

When Eiri first laid eyes on his lover, his heart jumped. Shuichi was the definition of ‘sex on legs’. The fact that said legs were encased in black and red leather and fish-net stockings certainly didn’t hurt! He was gorgeous to a fault, slutty, erotic and elegant all in one package. Eiri couldn’t help but think on how lucky he was to have Shuichi in his life and bed. It was time to start the scene.

“Good afternoon, Shindo-sama. I’ll be your photographer for today’s session. Shall we head into the bedroom?” Shuichi was taken back by the way Eiri addressed him. Scene or not, the novelist had never called him Shindo-sama before, and it was a little intoxicating.

“Y-yes. Um, what are you taking pictures of today, Sir?” Calling him ‘Master’ didn’t seem to fit the scene, but ‘Sir’ worked in nicely.

“YOU, of course. After all, you did hire me to take erotic photos of you for your boyfriend, right? Let’s get started.” Eiri had a digital camera in his hand and waited for Shuichi to slip further into the role.

Shuichi smiled shyly and walked over to the bed. “But Sir, I really don’t know how to do this. I just know I want the photos to be so sexy that my boyfriend will love them! Can you help me?”

Eiri groaned and closed his eyes for a second. Shuichi was going for the innocent sex kitten role, knowing how much the novelist loved it when he behaved extra submissive and virginal.

He stalked up to Shuichi and ran his hand through the locks of pink hair. Little bits of glitter caught the light and made Shuichi flicker before his eyes. “Don’t worry Shindo-sama. I’ll take good care of you.”

“Please Sir, call me Shuichi, or Shu-chan.” Shuichi smiled demurely. “After all, you are going to take erotic pictures of me, so you should use my first name. Right?” Shuichi turned around and walked to the side of the bed, sitting next to the pillows.

“Well, if you insist, Shuichi. But instead of starting on the bed like that, why don’t you come over here by the fireplace?” Eiri walked over to the hearth and turned the metal key to the left of the grate. The fire immediately burst into life, large red and yellow flames licking the brick walls.

Eiri took Shuichi’s hand and directed him to kneel down. “Now, spread your legs a bit, lean forward and put your hands on the ground between your knees.” The leather of his boots groaned as he moved.

Sex kitten complete. All he needed were ears and a tail. Shuichi did his best to put on his most seductive looks, all at the photographer’s urging; batting his eyelashes, peering up while looking down, licking his lips and arching his back. Eiri already felt his cock stirring as he snapped the first set of photos.

“How am I doing Sir? Will this make my boyfriend happy?” Shuichi sat up and pursed his lips waiting for Eiri’s answer.

The camera never stopped clicking as Eiri mumbled, “Very happy. Why don’t you roll around on the carpet a bit?”

Shuichi smiled and did as he was told, rolling over onto his back and then stretching out his body. He raised his hands over his head and let little noises escape him. Drawing his left hand to his lips, he licked his hand from the bottom of the palm to the tip of his middle finger before drawing it in to suck on it. He then slid the saliva coated digit down his chin and throat, then over his chest to his stomach where he drew little circles in his exposed skin.

When he slipped his fingers under his waist band, Eiri gave him new directions. “I think it’s time to move this to the bed. Go stand next to the right bottom bedpost.”

Instead of standing and walking to the bed, Shuichi crawled across the floor, flashing his pert ass at Eiri. The novelist salivated at the sight and snapped a couple more photos.

When he arrived at the bed, Shuichi climbed the post slowly. “Now what should I do, Sir?”

Eiri lowered the camera and looked as if he were seriously considering what Shuichi should do next. He moved to one of the dressers, picked up a large pink lifelike dildo, and handed it to the model.

“Let’s set up a shot, Shuichi. Face the pole, grab it with your right hand, lift your left knee and rub it into the pole, lean back and feed this dildo into your mouth from above.”

Shuichi followed each instruction until he was in position, the dildo at his lips. “Like this, Sir?”

“Exactly. Now start licking and sucking on that cock and I’ll take a few pictures.” Shuichi immediately started doing as he was told, closing his eyes while he worked the dildo inside his mouth. Eiri was hard and making sure Shuichi wasn’t looking, he rubbed the palm of his hand against himself, snapping photo after photo.

“That’s enough. Get on the bed and lie down on your back.”

Shuichi crawled onto the bed and settled down in the middle, spreading his legs and bending them at the knee. “Now what, Sir?” The singer was hard and throbbing, dying for some friction. Eiri’s next command nearly made him cum.

“Take that dildo and rub it against yourself, Shuichi. Just do whatever feels best, but keep all your clothes on. I’ll keep taking pictures.” He moved closer to the singer, placing one knee on the bed for support.

“Rub it against myself, Sir? You mean like this?” Shuichi licked the head of the dildo a few more times before running it down his body. He pressed it against his nipples, the dusky nubs peeking through his net shirt.

“Exactly. Like that.” Eiri continued snapping the photos, watching as Shuichi moved the dildo lower and lower on his body, until it brushed over the bulge barely hidden by his leather pants. He began rubbing it against his erection, moaning and raising his hips to add to the stimulation.

“Shuichi, your boyfriend must be very lucky to have such a hot little sex kitten share his bed.” That hot little sex kitten was starting to really get to Eiri.

The singer was enjoying himself far too much to answer him. He was getting close, and decided to give the show one last twist. He was instructed not to remove his clothes, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t put the dildo under his clothes.

He pulled up the waist-band of his shorts and slid the dildo down until it was nestled against his cock. Looking up at the camera and licking his lips, he began to move it in and out, rubbing it against the bare skin of his cock.

Eiri continued to snap photos, a picture of calm control. He concentrated on controlling his breathing while focusing on the amazing show his sub was putting on. Shuichi truly personified sex, working his hips against the moving dildo and crying out in ecstasy.

“I think that if you were to cum, I could get some fantastic shots. I bet that you make the most amazing faces when you get off.” Eiri moved to the bottom of the bed and lined up his shot. Shuichi spread his legs, arched his back off the bed, held his breath for a moment and then came. Eiri made sure to capture every single moment.

The singer had positioned the head of the dildo against the head of his own cock, bathing it in his ejaculate. After he rode out his orgasm, he threw his head back on the bed and stilled himself, waiting for the next set of instructions. It didn’t take long for the photographer to have another order.

“Shuichi, lick the dildo clean.”

Smiling shyly, Shuichi pulled the dildo from his shorts and held it over his face. The liquid quickly cooling on its surface ran down to the tip and dripped between Shuichi’s lips. He cleaned every bit off with his tongue, before closing his eyes in contentment.

“Very good Shu-chan,” Eiri stated with the slightest tinge of menace in his voice. “It’s time for you to pay me now.”

Shuichi sat up on his elbows and looked at the photographer, his head cocked to one side. “Sure, how much do I owe you, Sir?”

Eiri put the camera down on one of the dressers and walked back over to the king-sized bed. He crawled up on to it, straddled his legs over Shuichi and stared down at the singer. “It’s not your money I want. I’ll take my payment out of here,” he slipped one hand between Shuichi’s legs and pressed his fingers against his entrance.

Shuichi gasped in surprise and pushed Eiri’s hand away. “But Sir! I couldn’t! My boyfriend…”

Before Shuichi could say any more, Eiri rolled his hips against the struggling boy, making his arousal clear. “Your boyfriend doesn’t ever have to know. And I refuse to take no for an answer. Anyway, you should have known this would happen. It’s customary to pay an erotic photographer with sex.”

Shuichi quirked his brow before answering. “It is?” he squeaked.

“Of course it is, Shu-chan. After all, it was your posing that made me get hard, and now you have to take care of that for me.” Eiri reached down, unzipped his pants and tugged his cock out into the air.

Shuichi watched as Eiri exposed himself, and he was actually a little frightened for a moment. He was so ‘in scene’ that he was beginning to believe the game they were playing was real.

“So, ready to pay up?” Eiri pressed his hips into Shuichi, feeling his boy harden under the friction.

Groaning, Shuichi answered, “Okay, but only if you promise never to tell anyone.”

Eiri smirked. “I never made any such promise. BUT, I might be persuaded to keep this between just the two of us, if you do everything I tell you to do.”

Thinking about it for a moment, Shuichi answered, “I swear, Sir. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t tell anyone about this!” As if to seal the bargain, Shuichi leaned up and placed a kiss on Eiri’s lips. It was gentle and soft, nothing more than a peck. The innocence of it made the photographer’s heart pound.

Eiri leaned back down and kissed Shuichi, nibbling on his bottom lip. Slowly, he worked both of this singer’s hands up over his head, stretching towards the headboard. Eiri ran his hands up and down those thin arms, loving the way Shuichi would jump when a particularly ticklish spot was brushed. Eiri couldn’t help by smile, knowing this was just a hint of what was to come.

“Don’t move,” the photographer ordered as he stood up and went to one of the tables. He picked up what looked like a makeup brush. The handle was red, and just like the bell they had used in a previous scene, it had ‘Depravity Resort’ engraved on it.

Next, he picked out a black silk scarf and a beautiful feather. He then returned to the bed, carrying his instruments of ‘torture’ with him,

Sitting down by Shuichi’s head, he ran the brush over the tip of his sub’s nose, tickling it gently. The singer giggled and smiled, turning his head away to escape the soft bristles.

“No no no, I said don’t move. I meant it. I want you to lie here as still as possible. Hold your left wrist with your right hand, and don’t lower your arms.” Eiri smiled wickedly and continued to run the brush over Shuichi’s nose. What started out as mildly ticklish, began growing in intensity.

Eiri ran the bristles down over Shuichi’s lips to his chin. He swept it back and forth, drawing a hard laugh from his Boy. “Sir! Please! I’m really ticklish there!”

“Really? I’d say you’re mildly ticklish there. I wonder where your ‘really’ ticklish spots are. How about we find them?” Eiri dragged the brush up to Shuichi’s left ear and stroked just behind his earlobe.

Shuichi erupted in laughter, his entire body tensing and his legs drawing up, as if trying to move into a fetal position.

“Ahh, now I would say that behind your ear is a ‘really’ ticklish spot.” Eiri couldn’t help but smile, his eyes lighting up as he took in his wiggling, struggling sub. Shuichi’s laughter was beautiful and contagious, and he had trouble keeping himself from laughing along with him.

Eiri switched to Shuichi’s other ear, applying the same treatment there. While Shuichi was laughing hard, it wasn’t causing him to loose his breath. Yet.

“NO! No! Please, Sir!!” Before he could say anything else, a fit of uncontrollable laughter overtook Shuichi’s body. He shook and strained, his eyes glowing with combined pleasure and torture.

“Please? Please what? You want more?” First he helped Shuichi remove his two shirts, and then Eiri moved the brush down his face and over his shoulder, ending at his armpit. The moment it moved against his skin, Shuichi’s body shot up before falling back to the bed, convulsing and shaking.

Eiri continued moving the brush across Shuichi’s skin, caressing it slowly, moving the brush up and down, up and down.

“STO-HA-HA-HA-HAP!! NO! HA-HA-HA!! AHH! TI-HE-HE-HE-HE-KLES!”

Eiri pulled the brush away and watched as his sub regained control. Once his breathing began to level out, he asked, “Was the brush too much for you?”

Still giggling, flushed and beginning to sweat, Shuichi nodded ‘yes.’

“Hmmm, well, how about we try something different then?” Eiri picked up the feather, and instead of returning to Shuichi’s armpit, he flicked it against Shuichi’s side. Relentlessly stroking it back and forth, flicking it, circling it against Shuichi’s skin, Eiri worked his sub back up into a frenzy of laughter.

Shuichi gasped for air, but managed to remember to keep his hands above his head. The feather began to travel, moving to his navel. “NO! PLE-HE-HE-HESE! NOT THAT!”

Twisting, struggling, laughing, tearing! Oh Gods Shuichi was beautiful in his agony! He continued moving the feather, and decided it was time to use another tool of his tickle arsenal. He reached up to brace Shuichi’s arm, keeping it from flailing out wildly. Then, without warning, he ran his tongue against Shuichi’s armpit, licking a line and drawing a high-pitched half-scream half-laugh from his sub.

Shuichi was beautifully smooth; after all, Eiri had only just shaved and waxed him. His body trembled and fought while Eiri licked him again. And again. He drew his tongue across to one of his lover’s nipples, flicking the hard nub. Instead of arousing Shuichi, it only tickled him more.

“Mmmm, Shu-chan! You’re very ticklish here!” Eiri exclaimed as he alternated between both nipples.

“AAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAA! STOP! STOP! STOP! AAAAAAHHHHHAAAAA!!!”

Shuichi no longer had control of his muscles and began to flail wildly against the onslaught. Eiri grabbed both arms and pressed them into the pillows above their heads. Hooking one leg over his sub’s body, he bore down, pinning Shuichi to the spot. The feather had been dropped, but it didn’t matter. Eiri was having more fun using his tongue.

The brief moments it had taken to immobilize Shuichi were enough to let him catch his breath a little. He never imagined tickling could be so agonizing and so erotic at the same time. He was hard again, and Eiri’s weight on him sent pulses of pleasure to his groin.

There were several times he considered calling his safety word. But, somewhere in the back of his mind he was still able to rationalize. He wasn’t being hurt. He wasn’t in any danger. The tickling was excruciating, but not completely unbearable. Hoping it wouldn’t get much worse, he fought against calling the word and ending the scene.

Eiri returned to flicking his tongue against Shuichi’s skin. Shuichi picked up screaming, laughing and resisting as if they never stopped. With his free hand, Eiri drug his nails across Shuichi’s stomach, tickling his sub even more.

The novelist wasn’t out to completely overwhelm his sub. He didn’t want Shuichi to throw up or loose control of his bladder, so he paid close attention to the singer’s body, drawing back before it went too far.

Shuichi was gasping between laughs, finding it hard to draw a breath. Eiri immediately realized he was pushing against that limit and stopped. While giving Shuichi a moment to breathe and relax, he picked up the silk scarf.

The singer had his eyes closed as the tears ran down his face. He barely felt when Eiri wrapped the silk around his wrists, tying his arms together. It took only a few moments, but once again, it was enough to give Shuichi a much needed break.

Eiri crawled down the length of Shuichi’s body to his feet. First, he unlaced both boots, pulling them from the small body. They were sexy as hell, but it was time for them to go. He then unzipped and opened Shuichi’s leather pants.

“My my my! What a mess! Look at all this cum in here.” He pulled the shorts down and off, followed by the fishnet stockings. The silver circlet around Shuichi’s cock was a beautiful adornment, and Eiri fully appreciated it.

He sat on the bottom of the bed at Shuichi’s feet. Taking the singer’s left foot in his hand, he ran his nails across the bottom, immediately causing Shuichi to try and kick out as the laughter started up once again.

Holding Shuichi’s foot as still as possible, Eiri continued tickling it. He ran his fingers up and down the arch, then stroked beneath the toes. It was hard to keep Shuichi’s leg still, and Eiri had to be careful for the extremely hard reflex kicks that thrashed against him.

He picked up the feather again and ran it around Shuichi’s toes. “GAAAHAHAHAHA!! NO MORE!! SSSST-HA-HA-HA-AP!!!”

Eiri moved the feather further up Shuichi’s body, tickling his calf and knee. They weren’t as intense as the bottom of his foot, and it gave Shuichi that much needed ‘backing off’ time.

Higher and higher the feather moved until it was hovering above the singer’s cock. Eiri swirled the tip against Shuichi shaft, smirking as his hips thrust up into the air craving stronger contact. The laughter continued to fill the room, and Shuichi almost didn’t notice when the touches to his cock changed.

Eiri dropped the feather and wrapped his hand around his lover’s erection. He pumped it slowly, using the pre-cum gathered at the tip as lubrication, and suddenly the sub’s laughs and gasps stopped and turned to deep moans.

Shuichi’s mind had trouble processing the change, knowing something was different but not able to pinpoint it for a few moments. When he finally did, he nearly cried with relief. The hand on him was so wonderful, so forgiving and heavenly, especially after the torturous tickling he had endured.

The sub’s entire world crashed down and all he could feel was the pumping of his cock. He was euphoric and slightly delirious, unable to form a single coherent thought.

Eiri drew out his own cock and coated it with lube. He knelt between Shuichi’s legs, drawing the right one over his shoulder and hooking the left one around his waist. Sliding into his sub with a single thrust, both men cried out in ecstasy, shaking with the onslaught of sensations.

The novelist set a slow pace at first, gently fondling and rolling Shuichi’s sac in his hand. He was a little surprised at his lover’s current state. Shuichi was crying, tears flowing freely and sobs pushing through his body. But the smile on his face revealed the crying was nothing more than a response to sensory overload.

Shuichi had reached this state a few times during their scenes, and Eiri couldn’t be happier. It was thrilling to know that he had the ability to basically short circuit Shuichi like this. More than likely, the singer would stay in this state for a while after the scene ended, needing Eiri to slowly and gently help ease him back to reality. He was curious to see how long this state of being would last this time.

Repositioning his body slightly, Eiri thrust into Shuichi’s prostate. At the same time, he pressed his lube-slicked palm against the underside of the singer’s cock, rubbing it against his belly.

The warmth of his sub coupled with the sweet noises that escaped Shuichi’s lips were pushing Eiri past his limits. He sped up caressing Shuichi’s cock and matched the timing to the thrusting of his hips. When Shuichi suddenly exploded, Eiri felt his cock get squeezed in a tight grip. It was the final bit needed to draw his own orgasm from his body, and he released inside his sub’s hot sheath.

Eiri crashed to the bed next to Shuichi, and pulled the smaller man into his arms. They held each other tight, Eiri caressing his back as small sobs still wracked through his body. Eiri untied his hands and then wiped the tears from his Boy’s face, placing gentle kisses on his eyelids.

“Well, Shu-chan, I have to admit. You paid me better than any other client I’ve ever had. I’ll keep my end of the deal and this afternoon will remain a secret.”

Trembling, Shuichi lifted his head and answered, “Thank you, Sir,” before collapsing back down into that warm embrace.

Shuichi’s eyes closed and he drifted off into darkness. The moment a tiny snore escaped his body, Eiri knew his sub had blacked out. Deciding a nap was a good idea for both of them, the novelist closed his eyes and tightened his arms around his lover, not taking long to follow him into sleep.

The last thought that crossed Eiri’s mind before unconsciousness claimed him drew a smile to his face.

‘I can’t wait to get those photos developed.’

TBC…


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A/N: Hello once again!!! Ahh, such lovely reviews! THANK YOU!!! I appreciate it more than I can express!! XD
Check out Depravity 1.0 if you have a chance. I promise, chapter 1 has nothing to worry about in it. It’s a lemony lemon, PUCKER UP!!!
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