Depravity

Hiro and Suguru had decided to take a little break from scening in their room for the rest of the afternoon, picking up again later that night during the formal dinner. They spent the afternoon swimming in the Resort pools and relaxing, enjoying a mid-afternoon picnic lunch, and attending some of the seminars offered by the Resort Masters and slaves.

With the formal dinner coming up, Hiro didn’t want to wear out his sub, or himself. Tonight’s events had the potential to be quite fun and possibly tiring, so they reserved their energy.

On the other hand, Eiri and Shuichi seemed to have endless energy when it came to scening. The photo shoot and tickling scene had earned the singer another three points towards his goal, totaling eighteen points. They scened twice more before it came time to prepare for dinner, Shuichi earning four more points bringing the tally to twenty-two.

Both of them knew that without a doubt, Shuichi would make the goal this weekend. They still had all night and the entire next day to scene, minus the time taken up by the Dressage Contest. Eiri had ordered Shuichi to give him a little ‘quiet time’, sending his sub to watch TV or read some of his mangas for an hour.

It wasn’t that Eiri didn’t want to be with Shuichi, but he had some thinking to do and needed the time alone.

Was he really going to go through with everything? The novelist had been setting this up for months now, and delayed it by making Shuichi earn his prize rather than just handing it to him. He knew his lover wanted this more than anything, but the ramifications of what he was going to do would last the rest of their lives.

Eiri spent the past couple of months obsessing over this decision. Once he decided he was ready to take this step, he had the reward custom designed for Shuichi. Now that he was faced with the actuality that the prize would be claimed this weekend, he felt sick to his stomach.

There was a balcony attached to the bedroom, and Eiri stood leaning on the railing looking down at the gardens below. They were in perfect counterpoint to his own mood: peaceful to his ragged nerves. The only thing that brought him any relief was the cool nicotine pulling into his lungs.

Then suddenly, he could hear Shuichi’s voice drifting through the air. He was singing something that was soft and melancholy, and it moved the novelist. Eiri closed his eyes and listened to that young voice.

Although he rarely made the admission aloud, Eiri loved listening to his lover sing. When not belting out something written to make the clubbers go bezerk, his voice was soothing and nearly angelic. In the past, there had been several times when he dreamt Shuichi sang lullabies to him.

That was, until he realized they weren’t dreams. Late one night, Eiri discovered that his lover DID sing to him in while he was sleeping. The novelist had been fighting off groping hands and mouths laced with rancid breath when the gentle sound of Shuichi’s singing filtered through his nightmare and calmed everything around him. He’d woken slowly, grasping at the soothing notes surrounding him, and forced himself to remain still as Shuichi stroked his hair and sang.

The words were gibberish, phrases of comfort and love laced together in no particular order. Their purpose was to coax him away from his nightmares and into dreams of making soft love. They worked and within moments, Eiri’s dream-self was wrapped around his small pink lover.

Ever since then, Eiri would force himself out of his nightmares and into the safety of Shuichi’s voice whenever he heard it serenading him. He’d come to associate such soft moments with the healing his heart had gone through, and the promise of having his savior at his side for the rest of his life.

Smiling, Eiri stubbed out his cigarette and walked back into the living room to recollect his sub. He remembered why it was so important that Shuichi win his reward, and found himself looking forward to presenting it to his lover some time tomorrow afternoon.

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The Formal Dinner was in an hour, and it was time to start preparing them both. He led Shuichi to the bathroom and pulled out the oil, rubbing it into the singer’s nearly unblemished skin. Shuichi stood silently, smiling as those slightly rough fingers worked over and into every inch and crease of his skin.

Eiri then pulled out a chocolate brown leather harness, slipping it on to his Boy and buckling it tight. Shuichi would be marked by the leather when it was removed later that night, leaving trails for the novelist to follow with his fingers and tongue.

Shuichi couldn’t be exposed for the dinner, so Eiri helped him get into very tight fitting brown leather shorts. Bending his sub over at the waist revealed the split in the back of the underwear, allowing Shuichi’s long pink tail to be slid into place and hooked into the leather.

He wasn’t allowing his Pretty Boy to attend the dinner in full pony gear; only just enough to catch peoples’ eyes and give a preview of what was coming tomorrow. He slipped on a set of brown leather leg wraps that ran from Shuichi’s ankles to just above his knees, leaving his feet bare. He then slid a matching set of wraps onto his sub’s lower arms, ending right after the curve his elbow.

The last items placed on his sub’s body were the wrist cuffs. “I need to get dressed,” Eiri stated, “so you can finish up on your own. Fix your hair and then meet me in the bedroom. We need to go over what will happen tonight.”

Shuichi answered, “Yes, Master!” and ran to the mirrors.

Back in the bedroom, Eiri worked himself into a pair of skin tight reddish-brown leather pants that were laced up the side, an open leather vest that revealed his chest and stomach, and gauntlets that matched the pants. He slipped on his Master and slave rings and walked back into the bathroom to finish dressing.

The sight that greeted him made start in shock a bit. Shuichi was standing at the sink putting the finishing touches on his hair. That gorgeous mane of pink hair that flew wildly and naturally had been gelled and slicked back, and Eiri didn’t know whether to be pissed or laugh. He choose pissed.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?”

Shuichi hadn’t heard Eiri come in and jumped in fright, dropping his comb.

“Um, well, you see Master, when I crawl around a lot, my hair falls in my eyes and I have trouble seeing, so I figured…” He wasn’t able to complete his sentence before his Dom interrupted him.

“You figured you would take it upon yourself to slick your hair back. You look fucking ridiculous, and I refuse to be seen in public with you. GIVE me your fucking comb!”

Shuichi moved fast, presenting the comb to his Master. Rather than bark out any further verbal orders at Shuichi, Eiri grabbed his sub by the collar and dragged him to the nearest sink, forcing his head under a flow of warm water. Being careful not to splash on any of the leather, he rinsed out as much of the hair products as possible before tugging Shuichi upright and toweling his hair dry.

The collar was grabbed once more and Eiri dragged his Pretty Boy from the bathroom to the bedroom. Brush in hand, he sat on the end of the bed and physically forced Shuichi to kneel in front of him, facing away.

Eiri ran his fingers through Shuichi’s hair. It was still slightly damp, but dry enough to brush out. Not bothering to be gentle, he ran the bristles over his sub’s head, tugging out knots and brushing the volume back into the strands. Once the hair was styled to his satisfaction, Eiri instructed Shuichi to kneel on the bed and present his tail.

Eiri brushed the tail with more gentleness, not wanting to dislodge it from his sub’s body. He separated out small rounds of the hair and braided it down, clipping tiny bells to the end to fasten the styling. He then added more clip-on bells to the rest of the tail at different lengths, and when he was satisfied, he ordered Shuichi to prance around the room.

The pony boy made quite a sight, his hair bouncing naturally and his tail tinkling softly with the tiny bells. Eiri was very pleased and pulled out his sub’s leash. Once it was connected, Eiri led Shuichi to the living room and instructed him to kneel at his feet. Shuichi immediately obeyed with a “Yes, Master.”

“You’ve been to these Formal Dinners before, but tonight will be a little different. I want you on your absolute best behavior. That means, you are forbidden to speak to any other Dom unless I clearly give you instructions otherwise. That includes no speaking to Hiro. Pony-talk is fine.”

At first, Shuichi was disappointed. He hated the idea of sitting through a four hour dinner without being able to say a word, UNTIL his Master added that he could use Pony-talk. It meant he had at least some form of communication available to him.

So far, from what he had seen, Suguru was a good amateur submissive. But he hadn’t really proved himself open to all the lifestyle entailed. Shuichi decided to upstage Suguru every chance he had, showing the novice what it really meant to be a sub in service to his Master.

“Thank you, Sir,” Shuichi answered with a wicked smile on his face. Eiri knew his sub was plotting something, but let it slip for now.

“Tonight, it is your job to service me. You will wait on me hand and foot, feeding me, getting me drinks, making sure my every need is met. You’ll do it on your hands and knees unless I give you permission to stand or walk.”

Shuichi nuzzled into Eiri’s leg and knee, perfectly happy and content. He couldn’t wait to show everyone that he was the best sub in the room.

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Eiri walked down the hall with his sub’s leash in one hand and the riding crop in the other. Shuichi was on his hands and knees and doing his best to keep up with his Master. At the same time, he was trying very hard to avoid crawling over his tail. The bells tinkled as he moved, announcing them to the cocktail room.

Eiri was immediately approached by one of the Resort Doms. They spoke briefly in hushed tones, and despite Shuichi’s attempts to hear them, the talking of the other guests drowned out their voices.

Eiri knelt down on one knee before his Pony-boy and rustled his hair for a moment. “This is Master Kentaro. You are to go with him and do as he says.”

Immediately, Shuichi’s face dropped to a scowl and he shook his head violently. With a forced puff of air, he relayed his desire to stay with Eiri rather than be led off by a strange Dom.

Eiri held back his smile. He loved it when Shuichi displayed like a pony! “I’m giving you a direct order. You are to go with Master Kentaro and listen to his orders.” Standing, Eiri continued, addressing them both. “Master Kentaro, this is Pretty Boy. I am holding you personally responsible for his safety, and expect his swift return.”

Shuichi was confused. Eiri had never handed him over to anyone before, and he didn’t like this new turn of events at all. Master Kentaro nodded to Shuichi and said, “Pretty Boy, I will bring you to a room just off the side of the dining area. Together, we will wait with most of the other subs here tonight, and the Dominants assigned to them for the presentation. Come with me and I’ll explain everything. Now, there is no reason to be frightened. I promise you and your Master you would be well cared for.” Master Kentaro pulled a sugar cube from his pocket and presented it to the pony.

Shuichi looked up at Eiri for reassurance, but Eiri’s eyes were already elsewhere. Knowing he would just have to trust his Dom’s decision, Shuichi took the sugar from Master Kentaro’s hand with his teeth and chewed it, before crawling off behind the Dom.

As he was led away from the cocktail room, he realized the room was full mostly of Doms with very few subs. Before he could ponder the meaning, he was led through a set of mahogany doors, down a hallway, and finally into their destination.

The room they were now in was full of subs each in the care of a Resort Dom. They were all in various stages of bondage, the fetish wear ranging from nearly full body restraints to a simple collar.

Leading him to a less-populated section of the room, the Master sat down and addressed Shuichi, who settled on a large soft pillow. “I understand that this is very confusing for you, but be assured we have no sinister motives. When it is time for dinner, your Master will take his seat at your table. Then, one by one, all the subs will be led into the room and introduced. I will walk you around in a small circle, showing you off, before leading you back to Master’s care for the rest of the night.”

There was a small table next to them that had several trays of sliced fruit on it. Master Kentaro took a few apple slices and offered them to Shuichi as a treat and peace offering. Shuichi accepted the fruit and settled down, making himself comfortable.

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Eiri walked up to the bar and ordered a glass of flavored water. He had a strict no-drinking rule when he scened, and had no interest in breaking it tonight.

“Yo, Yuki.” Hiro stood next to the novelist and extended a hand in greeting.

Taking it, Eiri asked, “Where’s your sub?”

Hiro nodded towards the door Shuichi had been led out through moments earlier, indicating Suguru was also to be part of the presentation of the submissives.

Understanding, Eiri grunted and led them both into the main dining room and to their table. They were towards the front middle at a table of honor, and they sat and talked as the room slowly filled up with the other guests. Each chair had a large soft pillow next to it.

Some of the Doms had decided not to hand their sub’s over to the Resort for the presentation. Those subs were already seated on the pillows at their tables, if they were capable of sitting down. A few subs were in such extreme forms of bondage they were unable to bend at the waist, let alone recline. Those subs were forced to stand at their Doms’ sides.

Hiro decided that while their subs were gone would be a good time to broach the subject of the rattan cane with his mentor.

Hiro began by telling Yuki how Suguru had refused to tell him his fantasy at first, and so he decided to discipline his sub. Yuki agreed that this was appropriate, and asked how Hiro punished Suguru.

“With a rattan cane. I gave him three hits.”

Yuki had been drinking his water when Hiro confessed to his method of discipline. Peering over the rim of the glass, he caught Hiro’s eye and stared at him for a moment.

“Nakano, have you ever used a rattan cane before?”

“No, and apparently I didn’t use it correctly. Suguru has three huge bruised welts where the tip of the cane hit him. The last lash caused him some pretty intense pain.”

Eiri shook his head in disappointment. “Idiot. Listen. Until you know how to use a toy or tool properly, don’t touch it. Discipline Suguru with your hand for now. Slap him across the face or the ass, but do NOT use a cane or a whip for disciplinary action.

“Rattan has a bad reputation for causing injuries unless you know how to use it. It digs into the skin, causing those bruises your sub now has on him. And, if it’s not maintained properly with special oils, it can ruin and cause even worse injuries.

“If you must hit him with something other than your hand, use a whip that has leather straps. It’s simple and straightforward. I’ll teach you how to wield a rattan cane, but, let me warn you; I don’t even use that kind of cane on Shuichi. I never have and I probably never will. They live up to their vicious reputations.”

Hiro nodded in agreement, but Eiri wasn’t done.

“What kind of retard picks up an instrument of torture without bothering to know how to fucking use it first? What if you had really hurt him? What if you had drawn blood? What if you had hit him against the bone? Do you even have the slightest clue as to how much you could have injured him?

“Those fucking canes have a life of their own and tend to land where *they* want, not where *you* want, unless you’ve mastered them first. And do you even know what wrap-around is? What would you have done if it wrapped around his body and the tip hit his cock?

“If you want me to mentor you, I expect you to think with your head, not your dick. Being a Dom isn’t all about working up your sub to the point that they’ll drop to their knees and beg you to fuck them. It’s not about being waited on hand and foot. It’s not about beating the shit out of them and creaming your pants when they scream. Those are only parts of what goes on.

“There’s a power exchange. Suguru, as your sub, has literally placed his life in your hands. He trusts you to stay within HIS boundaries. He TRUSTS you not to abuse him!

“Do you remember what happened when I let a scene with my sub get out of control? I know Shuichi told you about this; when I allowed myself to be distracted by my asshole brother. In penance to my boy, I let him Dominate me, and I couldn’t sit for three fucking days without wincing.

“But what you’ve done is worse. This was during a discipline period, not regular scening. It means you can’t retract what you’ve done and save face. You can’t give Suguru the chance to get some form of revenge without damaging your position as his Master. You’re fucked Nakano. You have to earn back any trust you lost the long and hard way. You’ve instilled unwanted fear in your sub, and you’re going to have to undo the damage.

“Luckily you’re both still learning the ropes, which works to your advantage, but you’re still going to have to fix this.”

Hiro understood what he was being told, but didn’t know how to rectify the situation. Eiri agreed to think about it for now. They would talk again later on.

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Shuichi saw Suguru sitting on a large pillow across the room from him. The Resort Dom caring for the keyboardist was talking with another Dom and not paying close attention to him. Suguru was in an uncomfortable situation and didn’t know how to deal with it.

The other sub sitting with them was hitting on him. She ran her fingers over Suguru’s arms and chest, while he sputtered apologies for not being interested in her.

Shuichi felt some pity for him, knowing how pushy the fan girls could be on the best of days. With all of this being so new to Suguru, it was obvious he didn’t know how to deal with the attention. Hiro’s boy didn’t seem to realize that there was a different set of rules for how subs could interact with subs, versus subs interacting with Masters. He turned to Master Kentaro and whinnied, demanding attention.

“What is it Pretty Boy?” The Dom watched as Shuichi looked pointedly to the opposite side of the room. Master Kentaro saw his charge’s band-mate, and immediately understood Shuichi’s message. He stood and led them both across the room.

Shuichi took up the lead rather than following behind Master Kentaro’s feet. The moment he was close enough, he crawled onto the pillow alongside Suguru and stared down the female sub.

“Ah!” she exclaimed softly. “You’re Shindo-san! It’s both of you!” Without waiting for an invitation, she launched herself into Shuichi’s arms, wrapping herself around the surprised Pony-boy.

Her Master saw her movement and immediately reacted. She pulled hard on her leash, tugging her away from the singer. She wasn’t fast enough though, and Shuichi reacted the way any startled pony would.

He bit her.

She yelped loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room to them. Shuichi’s lips were pulled back in anger, watching her rub the bite mark on her arm.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed. “Shindo-san BIT me! AHHH! I’m so LUCKY!!” Everyone around her rolled their eyes in exasperation.

Before she could act out any further, a ball gag was whipped out and strapped to her face. It was followed by a combination collar/spreader bar/wrist cuff restraint [1], effectively culling her bad behavior. She was then slapped across the face by her Dominatrix, before being led off to another part of the room.

Suguru stared as she was chastised, shocked by the swift reactions of her Dom. He looked up at his own, wondering if he was next. Instead, the Dom ruffled his hair in apology and sat back down.

Suguru looked at Shuichi and bowed. “Thanks. I didn’t know how to get her to leave me alone.”

Shuichi’s only response was to toss his head and neigh softly, smiling at Suguru. The novice sub had a lot to learn, and Shuichi decided to offer Suguru a little mentoring of his own once they returned home.

Master Kentaro presented Shuichi with a sugar cube and praised him for his behavior. Both subs settled into their pillows and waited to be brought into the dining hall in silence.

After a few more moments, all the subs were lined up and told to wait in silence. It was almost time for them to be led into the dining hall and presented to their Doms. Shuichi was feeling very energized and excited, and couldn’t wait to be returned to his lover’s side. He planned to show, not only to Eiri, but to the entire room, that he was completely devoted to his Master.

Master Kentaro called to Shuichi, instructing him to stand up straight. “You are a show pony, therefore, you will high-step into the room. Once you’re returned to Yuki-sama’s side, you are to take up your position at his feet, but for now, show everyone what a proud and beautiful pony you are.”

Tossing his head and stomping his feet in agreement, Shuichi felt a rush similar to the one that moved through him when he performed on stage. It wasn’t really much different. When with Bad Luck, he showed off his vocal talents. Tonight, he’d show off his body and his subbing talents. He couldn’t wait to make Eiri proud of him.

TBC…


A/N: Hi minna-san!! Tonight’s chapter is a LITTLE shorter than normal. By about a page. Sorry about that! But, this seemed like the best place to cut off for now.

Thanks for the reviews everyone, and special thanks for your extra support with the last chapter. You made me feel all warm and fuzzy – KISSES and SMACKS to you all!! Hehehe


I wanted to draw attention to something that one or two Gravi fans either aren’t aware of, have forgotten, or have decided to ignore. It has to do with the Gravitation Remixes.

Recently, I’ve taken some heat for the behavior of my Masters towards their subs. In response, I want to remind them of what happened in the Remixes – the stories written by Murikami-san herself .

(NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!!!)

Let’s see…… Tats drugged Eiri, put a knife inside his ass, forced a blow job on him, came on his face, and then invited Tohma to join him. When Tohma arrived, they both raped Eiri. I remember Tats also drugging and raping Shuichi. I have to admit, the remixes were too violent even for me.

One of the differences I want to point out between the remixes and my stories is that the Remixes portray non-consensual sex - rape. My stories are always always ALWAYS consensual. So, if you find the interaction between the D’s/s’s in my stories unacceptable, you’re into the wrong series.

And some people have a problem with what I’ve written? Ah well!

1. Collar/Spreader Bar/Wrist Cuffs (Worksafe Image)
http://members.shaw.ca/sexydivabc/ebay/images/ma/wrist_ankle_spreader.jpg

Thanks again to AshCat – she gave me some great ideas for this chapter! Ya know, a lot of the credit goes to her for this story in whole – she is ALWAYS helpful and full of the most amazing ideas!! If only you could see our late night brainstorming sessions – ROFL!!!

NEXT CHAPTER: Dinner time!! Let the games begin!!!

See you in a few days!

~ffpanda