Depravity

Both Suguru’s and Hiro’s heads were still reeling a bit from watching Shuichi blow Eiri. Suguru couldn’t get over how big Eiri was, and wondered how he didn’t hurt Shuichi when they were together. Watching him stuff the head of his cock into Shuichi pants and cum was amazingly hot, and had left Suguru swaying a bit.

The singer had slid down off the chair before Eiri had finished tucking himself back in, and Suguru got to see the novelist swipe a few drops of cum off the head of his cock. The keyboardist had been pushing against Hiro’s leg slowly, and let out the breath he’d been holding once Eiri finished redressing.

Hiro was just as affected by their little game, but the focus of his attention was Shuichi. His best friend was now concentrating on Mistress Tenshi’s game instructions, and managed to successfully ignore the fact that he had white lines dripping out of his shorts and down his legs. He also didn’t seem to care that he hadn’t cum and was still hard. Hiro was impressed.

The Shuichi of their teenage years would never have been able to control himself in this kind of situation. He had always lived from one moment to the next, trying to experience as much as possible in the shortest time possible. Everything was about cause and the immediate effect. The guitarist mused that had this been a couple of years ago, Shuichi would have begged for relief from his erection rather than been able sit back and enjoy the arousal for a while.

His ability to focus had also matured. The thought of being in Shuichi’s head used to scare Hiro. He imagined it was a million thoughts all going on at the same time, each one striving for control. But this Shuichi was currently focused on one thing: pleasing his Dom. Hiro realized that every move and sound the ponyboy made was in some way meant to delight Eiri. He couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the diamond his best friend had turned out to be.

Suguru was an excellent submissive, but he was extremely inexperienced. They both were. Instead of letting this upset him, it inspired Hiro. He now truly understood what was meant when Doms discussed training their slaves. Noticing that Suguru wasn’t focused on the instructions being given, Hiro reached down and gently turned his lover’s face towards him.

“Su-chan, you’re not going to let Shuichi defeat you, are you?” Those few words were all it took to refocus the keyboardist’s attention, and he made sure to pay close attention to the Dominatrix.

The objective of the game was relatively simple. The bells spread around the room were to be collected by the submissives and presented to their Dom. There were small baskets being handed out that were to store the retrieved bells. The Dom and sub couple that collected the most bells would win. The ones that collected the least would have their sub stripped and chained to the St. Andrew’s Cross for the rest of the dinner.

The rules for actually playing the game were a bit more complicated. Every sub was required to remain on their hands and knees for the duration of the contest. They had to collect the bells one at a time using their teeth. If the bell rang, they had to drop it to the ground, return to their Dom, and they were given a penalty before they could return to find more. To avoid anyone muffling the sound of the bell, they could only touch it with their teeth – lips had to remain pulled back.

For the penalty, every Dom found their own paddle in the table centerpiece. They were instructed to hit their sub at least once for every bell that rang before sending them back out to try again.

Resort Doms were scattered through the room to act as additional eyes and ears for the guests, ensuring that no sub could cheat. Any cheating, such as ringing a bell and not dropping it to return for a penalty, would result in immediately disqualification.

Finally, the subs were informed that the only rules they had to follow had already been stated, meaning they were free to secure bells using whatever method they found worked best for them. Suguru didn’t quite understand what he was being told. Shuichi, on the other hand, immediately understood that the subs were being encouraged to play dirty. With a smile and secure in the knowledge that Eiri would be pleased with a little underhanded play, the singer reassured himself of his intention to win this contest at almost any cost. He already had a perfect plan for how to get the most bells in the shortest time.

The game would begin in five minutes. Eiri called for his Pretty Boy to climb back into his lap facing him. Shuichi nuzzled his Master’s face and neck, huffing softly, while Eiri whispered to him.

“I know you’re capable of winning this game. We’ve played a similar one at home more than once. I’ll reward you tonight if you win, and if you don’t, you’ll sleep at my feet at the bottom of the bed. Now, here’s something for good luck.”

Eiri tugged Shuichi’s collar down and latched his lips onto his neck. Kissing, biting and sucking, he worked on marking his Boy again. The cum dripping down his legs was not visible enough for his liking. He had noticed that Hiro was quite enthralled with his ponyboy, openly staring and drooling at him on multiple occasions. Feeling the need to drive the message of his possession home, Eiri made pointed eye contact with Hiro as he placed the hicky on the skin between his lips.

Shuichi moaned as he was kissed and nipped, pressing himself tighter against his Master’s body. Eiri was being unusually attentive to him, and the singer loved every single moment that passed. His only wish was that he could tell the writer how much he loved him out loud.

Deep down inside, he was still trying to push away the memory of the girl that he bit. It upset him to feel that vulnerable while scening. Luckily, he was able to use his focus on Eiri to defeat most of the stress caused by that situation.

Hiro’s eyes locked onto Eiri’s. The message being sent was read loud and clear. It wasn’t that Hiro was becoming infatuated with Shuichi, but seeing his best friend in pony gear and engaging in heavy foreplay at their table had driven him to absolute distraction. He never meant for the novelist to catch on, and he flushed red with embarrassment. Despite that, he still had trouble tearing his eyes away from Shuichi.

“Thirty seconds until the start of the game. Submissives, on your hands and knees!” Mistress Tenshi counted down, watching everyone get in position. Shuichi’s cuffs were released.

“Three, Two, One, GO!”

With a rush, all the submissives launched out from under their tables towards the nearest bells. The Masters remained as silent as possible so they could listen for ringing, each one hoping their sub would win the game, and also hoping that their sub would be penalized at some point. Bells immediately started ringing out around the room as the subs learned how best to pick up and carry the small spheres without sounding them.

Shuichi had played with bells in his earlier training session with Eiri, so to him this game was a snap. His tail tinkled lightly, the cadence of those bells much higher and lighter than the ones he was collecting.

The closest bell was barely three feet away from Eiri’s chair. Carefully latching onto it, he brought it to his Master and placed it into the basket presented to him. One down.

Suguru had also found a bell close by, but picked it up wrong and it rang. A nearby Resort Master cited him for a penalty. Suguru dropped the bell and presented his rear to Hiro, who quickly whacked him lightly with the paddle.

The room filled with the sounds of shuffling bodies, ringing bells, paddles landing on bare flesh and soft cries. Shuichi continued retrieving bells for Eiri, but upon returning with the fourth for the basket, he caught his tail under his knee and nearly fell face first. The bell rung.

Before the Resort Master could even respond, Shuichi dropped the bell and practically galloped to Eiri for his punishment. The Dom didn’t waste any time, and once the penalty was over, Shuichi returned to retrieve the next bell.

After about five minutes, Shuichi had successfully picked up fifteen bells, each one requiring him to wander further and further away from their table. He had been penalized three times so far. Suguru had retrieved seven bells successfully, and been paddled nine times. He was getting frustrated, although he was beginning to show improvement. But, nothing matched the frustration he felt when he noticed where Hiro’s eyes were.

Once again, the guitarist was focused on Shuichi, this time following the sway of his pink tail as he crawled. Suguru decided it was more important to remind Hiro just which sub he was here with, so he began to follow Shuichi, blocking his Sensei’s view of the singer’s ass.

Shuichi was completely oblivious to the drama unfolding with his friends. The bells had become sparse, and the second part of the game was about to start. He had already decided that once he could no longer find bells lying out in the open, he would set to stealing them from the other subs. His eyes immediately landed on a male sub with a bell in his mouth.

Rushing forward, Shuichi came right up into the sub’s face and neighed loudly at him. It scared the daylights out of the unsuspecting sub, and he jerked his head back, ringing the bell. Cursing, the bell was dropped and the sub returned to his Dom for punishment. Shuichi nonchalantly picked up the bell and gave it to Eiri.

The novelist couldn’t hide his mirth from his eyes. Shuichi’s antics highly amused him – it was the perfect technique for finding the most bells. Wasting no time, Shuichi sighted his next target and galloped over to her.

Hiro was confused as to why Suguru returned without a bell. “Hey, what’s the problem? Where’s your bell?”

Suguru frowned at Hiro and then looked over at Shuichi’s quickly retreating form. His Sensei immediately understood and felt extremely guitly. “Hey, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Listen, I don’t want you to loose this game tonight – I don’t think you want to be stuck on the cross for the rest of dinner, right? Please forgive me? I promise to make it up to you later. In the meantime, keep going for those bells. Okay?” During his speech, Hiro had sunk down to the ground to be closer to Suguru. They knelt facing one another.

The keyboardist smiled and snuggled into his lover’s embrace. Kissing Hiro’s neck, he smiled and returned to the game with renewed enthusiasm.

“It’s about fucking time you remembered which sub belongs to you and which belongs to me,” Eiri stated coldly without bothering to make eye contact with Hiro. “For the rest of the weekend, Shuichi will not be allowed to speak to you, and I do not want you speaking with him.”

Hiro reseated himself in his chair. “Yeah, gotcha Yuki.”

“Good. Tomorrow at 3pm, come to my room. I’ve planned our first mentoring session. Bring your sub with you.” Shuichi returned with another bell. This one he’d stolen by kicking out at a sub and making her drop it in surprise.

“What are you going to teach me?”

“You’ll see. Just be on time.” Eiri ended the conversation by returning his full attention to his sub. Several minutes and several more bells later, the Dom watched as Shuichi returned with another bell in his mouth. Thanks to his stealing, this bell was number twenty-seven. There must have been something small and hard on the ground, because Shuichi suddenly dropped the bell and yelped out in pain, grabbing his knee.

He composed himself, returned to Eiri for another paddling and a concerned rustle of his hair, and turned around to pick up the dropped bell. Suguru was picking it up with his teeth.

‘Oh no you don’t!’ Shuichi thought. Launching himself at the distracted sub with all his strength, Shuichi jumped up into the air and landed on Suguru’s back, flattening him to the ground. The keyboardist screamed in shock at the assault, spitting the bell down the carpet.

Wasting no time, Shuichi crawled over his friend’s body, not caring when his knee dug into Suguru’s back. Another sub was already making her way towards what seemed to be the last bell out there. Her eyes met Shuichi’s and they instantly recognized each other. It was the sub he’d bitten earlier.

They both dipped down for the prize at the same time, their heads banging together. Laughter started to blossom around them as the other Doms watched with great interest. Shuichi and the girl fought with each other for the bell. They pressed against one another’s heads, gnashed their teeth, Shuichi even tried kicking out at her. They were so preoccupied with defeating one another that neither saw Suguru sneak in and steal the bell out from underneath them.

Returning to Hiro, Suguru dropped the bell into the basket and a whistle was blown.

“Contest over! Resort Masters, count the baskets please!”

Shuichi looked around him for that last bell in shock. Finally, Suguru caught his eye and smiled slyly at him. The singer facedropped, understanding how he’d been had. Holding his head low in shame, he returned to Eiri’s side.

Reaching down, Eiri ran his hand through Shuichi’s hair. “You did a fantastic job. You really are excellent at this game. You’re lucky this was the contest for tonight. Now, let’s watch and see who won.”

Shuichi forgot his shame at losing the last bell to Suguru when he heard Eiri’s words of praise. Smiling and neighing softly, he floated in a wave of bliss, perfectly content to just be near his Master’s side.

It took the Doms several minutes to tally every single basket. Once that was done, the results were submitted and Mistress Tenshi called all attention to her.

“What interesting results we have tonight!! Almost everyone here did an excellent job, although one of you did better than the others. In third and second places, with twenty-four bells each, we have Master Yoshi and his sub Emi, and Mistress Mai with her sub, Youji.” The room applauded their success.

“Last place, with a dismal total of three bells, goes to Master Yuza and his sub, Hina.” Everyone looked around to see who had failed so miserably. Not surprisingly, the sub that Shuichi bit, the same girl he’d been fighting with for the final bell, was brought up onto the stage and stripped naked. She was then chained to the St. Andrew’s Cross facing the room. “Well, can’t say I’m surprised about this result. Master Yuza, with your permission, I’d like to spend a little time training your submissive tomorrow.” He immediately nodded his head in agreement, much to his sub’s dismay.

“And finally, winning the contest with an impressive twenty-six bells, we have Yuki-sama and his submissive, Pretty Boy!” Mistress Tenshi signaled for the two of them to approach the stage and retrieve their prize.

Eiri reattached Shuichi leash and cuffed his wrists behind his back before leading his sub to the Dominatrix’s side. She handed them an envelope that contained their free stay and spa treatments certificate. “Before you return to your seats, Pretty Boy, thank you for making this game so amusing! Submissives, you could learn a lesson from him. He played down and dirty and won the game. A submissive that knows how to think for himself is a prize valued more than his weight in gold. Now, how about we enjoy some desserts?”

Everyone applauded. The Doms laughed and talked loudly amongst themselves. Pretty Boy had entertained everyone who had seen him play the game, and fueled many of the conversations being held. He wasn’t the only sub that took bells from others, but he had done so with the most flair. Under the table, the low murmur of the subs conversing could be heard. Their discussions pretty much mirrored those of the Doms.

Shuichi stayed as close to Eiri as possible as dessert was brought out. His Master picked out several of the largest and most beautiful chocolate dipped strawberries he could find. He shared them with Shuichi, smiling at the sweet juices that dripped down his lover’s chin. Later, the singer’s kisses would taste delicious. Eiri was looking forward to giving him his reward.

Hiro had picked out some cream filled pastries to share with Suguru. Unlike dinner, which he had placed on the floor for Suguru to eat, this time Hiro fed his sub from his right hand.

The keyboardist was happy again, receiving Hiro’s full attention. He understood his lover’s fascination with Shuichi; after all, Hiro had already admitted how much of a turn on he found ponies. Maybe later Suguru could talk with his singer about becoming a pony himself. It didn’t turn him off in any way, but he didn’t fully understand the implications of playing that kind of game. He saw the as-yet unused riding crop hanging at Eiri’s side and smiled. Maybe there were some benefits to transforming himself into a pony for his Sensei’s enjoyment.

Mistress Tenshi had rejoined them at the main table, but this time she was seated in a strange contraption rather than on the back of one of her slaves. It was an open-bottomed seat that had a three sided sling underneath. A slave had placed herself on her back, chained to the sides of the stool, her head nestled in the sling. When the Dominatrix sat, she opened her dress and placed her naked bottom onto the sub herself. Eiri recognized the seat as a queening stool.

Shuichi had tried a little face-sitting with him back when the singer had been the Dom for the night. Eiri couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief that the one-time-Dom hadn’t tried a queening stool with him. He wondered if Shuichi had even realized what he was really doing during that scene. It was truly one of the ultimate forms of degradation.

As they sat feeding their subs and sipping hot tea, one of the event managers/Resort Doms approached the table to speak with Eiri, standing next to where Shuichi sat.

“Yuki-sama,” he said as he bowed low to the novelist, “As I’m sure you’re aware, there is a slave auction to be held following the dinner. We auction off the most valuable of our resident slaves for a two hour session with the winning Dom. The proceeds go towards a charity that works with victims of domestic abuse. If your sub were to partake in the auction, we could raise a large sum of money this time around. Would you be willing to let him participate?”

Shaking his head no, Eiri answered, “I saw you have several copies of my newest novel in your bookstore, as well as a few Bad Luck CD’s. Auction off three sets of each. The boys and I will autograph our items tomorrow to be presented to the winners. Hiro, Suguru, Shuichi, do you all agree to that?”

They all gave their consent, and although the manager wasn’t going to be able to auction off the singer himself, this was an acceptable substitution. After he bowed in thanks to Eiri, he turned to Shuichi and said, “Congratulations!” He followed up his remark with an attempt to pat the singer on the head.

The sub saw the hand coming at him. This was not allowed unless Eiri expressly gave permission for another Dom to touch him. Shuichi’s face turned into a grimace and he practically growled as the hand came nearer.

Eiri saw this happening and slapped the man away, glaring at him with eyes that could burn through steel.

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! No one touches my boy without MY permission!” Eiri nearly screamed at the Dom, drawing the attention of the entire room to them.

Mistress Tenshi stood quickly. Speaking softly, she addressed her employee. “You know the rules of this resort. Leave the room and wait for me in my office.”

He backed away quickly, bowing and begging for Eiri’s forgiveness.

“Yuki-sama, I’ll deal with him in whatever way you feel is most appropriate. Caning, extended bondage, I’ll even fire him. I have no intentions of making excuses for him. His behavior was completely reprehensible.”

Eiri looked down at his feet. Shuichi had knocked himself backwards in an attempt to avoid being touched and landed on his butt. The tail pressed into him, hurting him slightly, and he was now up on his knees trying to relieve some of the soreness.

The physical pain wasn’t what caught Eiri’s attention. Shuichi was near tears and working hard to hold them in. He’d been knocked unexpectedly out of sub-space, something that Eiri had leard could cause a sub to spiral into subdrop if not dealt with immediately. He had no time to speak with the Dominatrix about her errant employee.

“I trust you to deal with him appropriately. We can discuss it further tomorrow. Now, if you’d excuse me…” Eiri got down on one knee in front of his lover. He started by gently stroking Shuichi’s cheek and then pulled him into his arms. “Hey, let’s go back to our room now, okay?”

Nodding yes, Shuichi backed off and waited to be leashed.

“Do you want to crawl back, walk back, or do you need me to carry you?” The sub thought about this for a moment. Suddenly, he felt all the eyes in the room on him in a way that never before negatively affected him. He was used to being the center of attention, but right now, he just wanted to disappear. It all seemed too much for him. The female sub he bit, the sex play with his Dom, dinner, fighting with that sub over the bell, winning the contest and almost being touched without granting permission all began to overwhelm him. The worst was the explosion of Eiri’s anger. All night, his Master had been happy and enjoying himself. It broke Shuichi’s heart to know that man had caused his Dom so much anger.

The performer in Shuichi won out, and he tilted his head to present the leash ring on his collar. Despite the slight almost non-existent soreness in his rear, he wanted to crawl out like a pony, making Eiri proud of him.

The leash was attached and wrist cuffs released, and without another word, Eiri led them from the room. They walked down a hall and stopped to sit on a couch before continuing on to their room.

Eiri pulled his Boy into his lap and kissed him, lapping gently at the sticky strawberry juice on his skin. “Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?” Eiri watched the play of emotions on Shuichi’s face. The sub was overwhelmed, that much was obvious, but there was something else going on as well.

“I’M SORRY! Please forgive me! I didn’t mean to make you mad! Oh Master, please, I’m so sorry! I ruined your night!”

“What are you talking about?” The Dom didn’t understand what Shuichi was apologizing for. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

Shuichi buried his head in Eiri neck and through sobs and hiccups, explained, “It’s all my fault, Master. Our dinner was ruined because I freaked out. Please don’t hate me! I’M SO SORRY!”

Now, the novelist understood. Shuichi had turned the incident on himself, taking the blame for what happened. He needed to correct this way of thinking immediately.

“Look at me.” Lifting Shuichi’s chin, he made eye contact with the distraught boy, hoping the care and love in his eyes was visible. “I’m not disappointed in you at all. You did nothing wrong, and it’s okay for you to freak out over what happened. That asshole entered your space without permission, and you weren’t prepared to be shocked like that. So much happened tonight, and I imagine it must be a bit much for you right now. You’re allowed to cry, although I still can’t stand it when you snot all over me.”

That earned a small giggle from the singer, and Eiri took it as a cue to continue.

“I’m actually very proud of you right now. That formal dinner was quite an experience and you did a good job.” Eiri knew there was one other thing he could say that would help pull Shuichi out of his funk. Gods, he hated the mushy stuff. Even now, years later, he still struggled with being romantic towards Shuichi. But, aftercare, like this, gave him the opportunity to express himself easier. He knew that this was what his sub needed to hear, and so he whispered so low it was almost inaudible, “You are worth your weight in gold, and I love you.”

Shuichi relaxed and let some of the tension drain away from him, tears freely flowing down his face. Leaning in, they kissed for a few moments until Eiri decided it was time to leave.

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Suguru watched Eiri and Shuichi leave the room, waiting for his Sensei to get up and follow them. Hiro’s concerns always seemed to lean towards Shuichi; after all, they had been best friends for years. Suguru knew that if he wanted a relationship with the guitarist, the singer came as part of the package deal. Tonight was proof of that more than anything.

After a few moments, Hiro still hadn’t moved. Suguru tugged on his leg and waited to be looked at. “What is it little one?” His Sensei smiled warmly at him while pulling off another bite of pastry for them to enjoy.

“Aren’t we going to follow them? Make sure Shuichi’s okay? Isn’t that what you want to do, Sensei?”

Hiro tilted his head to one side as if in thought. He then looked at Suguru with a slightly sad smile. “I know why you would think that, but no. There’s no reason to.” He laced his fingers through his subs lovingly. “I’ve come to realize that I no longer need to protect Shuichi the way I used to. He has Eiri to do that for him. I have someone else to care for now. Someone more important to me. Someone I love very much.”

Suguru’s heart actually started to pound at his lover’s words. Beaming, he answered, “I love you too Sensei. So much.”

Hiro patted his lap and waited for Suguru to climb on, settling himself sideways into an embrace. They sat like that through the rest of the dessert, Hiro feeding him piece after piece of delicious treats, alternating each bite with a kiss.

He wasn’t neglectful of his table mate, Mistress Tenshi. The two Dom’s continued their conversation, but Hiro made sure that there were no doubts as to where his full attentions lie.

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“So, do you want to walk, crawl or be carried the rest of the way?” Shuichi was still in a little bit of distress, so before he could answer, Eiri choose for him. Sweeping his lover up into his arms bridal style, the novelist led them both back to their room.

They spoke as they walked. “Are you hurt?”

Shuichi smiled slightly and nodded no. “I’m fine, master. I’m not even sore anymore. I just don’t like landing on my tail like that.”

Eiri set Shuichi down on the bed and began undressing him slowly, starting with the calf and arm wraps. “Do you want your reward for doing so well tonight now or later?”

Smiling, the light returning to his eyes, Shuichi answered, “Now please, Master.”

Eiri stopped working on the wrap in his hand and instead began to unclasp Shuichi’s collar. “The first part of your reward is that we’re not in scene right now. Call me Eiri.” The collar came off and was placed on the bedside table.

“The second part of your reward is that you’ve earned another five points towards your special prize. That’s the most I ever reward at one time, so it should be obvious how very pleased I am with you.” Eiri returned to removing the wraps and cuffs, and then pushed Shuichi over until he was lying on his stomach. Placing one hand on the small of Shuichi’s back, the novelist pulled the tail out of his body through the hole in his shorts. Shuichi was relieved to be rid of the thing. Extended penetration tended to leave him a little sore, and he still had tomorrow’s competition to survive.

“The third part of your reward is that I’m going to make love to you in a way I never have before. I’m going to lay you back on the bed, naked, tie your hands above your head, and worship your body from head to toe. I know it sounds like a scene because of your hands being tied, but it’s not. The silk will be loose enough that you can remove it with no effort, but I’d like you to try to keep your wrists in the knots. It will make this experience all the more erotic for you. Okay?”

Shuichi rolled over and wrapped his arms around Eiri. “That sounds very okay. I love you, Eiri. I love you so much.” They kissed, and the writer was sad that the taste of strawberry was now gone.

“You too, Shuichi.”

Eiri continued undressing him, removing his shorts and finally his harness. The leather had left behind crisscrossing lines on his body, marking him beautifully. Leaving him lying on the soft comforter, the novelist removed his own clothes before continuing.

“Here, sit up for a moment.” Eiri held out his hand and Shuichi wrapped his fingers around it, pulling himself up. A pillow was placed behind his back and the singer was lowered back down onto it. Eiri repositioned him until he was arched over the pillow, stretching his body out completely. He then wrapped a loose knot of silk around each wrist and tied Shuichi’s arms together. Pulling his lover’s arms over his head, he tied the silk to a ring in the headboard, securing him loosely.

Shuichi looked beautiful. His torso was marked with light pressure marks from the leather, and his neck had a large hickey on it. His cock and legs had remnants of Eiri’s orgasm on them, so retrieving a warm washcloth, the novelist cleaned him. He started by washing away the tracks of tears from his face, and then moved down to cleanse the cum from his body. The warmth of the cloth felt fantastic, and Shuichi hardened under the touches.

He allowed himself to just lie back and be tended to by Eiri. It was rare that they made slow passionate love, and tonight promised to be utterly romantic. Being laid out across the pillow actually felt wonderful. His back was a little sore from all the crawling and kneeling, so being stretched out like this made his muscles feel better.

Eiri ran his hands down his lover’s form. The body beneath his fingertips was lean and lithe, a dancer’s body. His muscles were tight but not too big. Shuichi was truly beautiful, and Eiri told him so while stroking tickling brushes across his pink stomach.

Moaning in light pleasure, Shuichi closed his eyes and let Eiri do whatever he wanted to him. He smiled as one leg was lifted and kisses were placed on the tip of each toe. They rarely touched one another’s feet, but Eiri promised to worship Shuichi’s body, and what better place to start than with his toes.

The novelist didn’t mind touching his small lover’s feet. Despite the fact that he had a dancer’s body, he did not have dancer’s feet. Before meeting Shuichi, Eiri had dated more than one professional dancer. Every one of them had horribly ugly feet, the abuse visited on them from dancing practically deforming them out of shape. But Shuichi’s feet were small, almost feminine, and they appealed to Eiri.

Dotting more kisses on the tops of his toes and up to his ankle, Eiri placed the foot in his hand back down on the bed and lifted the other one. He gave it the same attention, listening to Shuichi’s breathing speed up slightly.

His tongue moved up and swirled around Shuichi’s ankle bone, drawing circles with his saliva. Eiri drew both of his boy’s legs together and held them up, placing kisses back and forth between them. When he reached Shuichi’s knees, Eiri placed his legs down and ran his fingers back over all the spots he had kissed and licked, massaging the muscles slowly.

Kneeling on the bed at Shuichi’s side, Eiri continued lavishing attention on the small form before him. Lips followed by tongue followed by fingers stroked and teased, drawing small gasps of pleasure from the singer’s throat. It was maddening how slowly Eiri moved up his body, and Shuichi found himself cherishing every single touch.

When he reached the singer’s groin, Eiri made sure to completely avoid touching his erection, instead nibbling on the crease of his leg and hips. The harness had hooked down between his legs, so the novelist began tracing the marks up his body to his stomach, first with his tongue and then with his fingers.

Shuichi moaned and rolled his eyes in ecstasy, his mind barely able to grasp the extent of the pleasure he was feeling. His body was already arched so he let it writhe back and forth, begging for more. His legs had fallen open and he looked positively wanton.

Eiri continued tracing the leather marks, nipping occasionally to make Shuichi jump. He dipped his tongue into the singer’s navel, applying enough pressure to tickle him lightly. Once again he returned to tracing the harness marks until he reached Shuichi nipples.

He wrapped his lips around the first nub, flicking his tongue back and forth and feeling it harden between his teeth. Shuichi was very sensitive on his nipples, and just the slight attentions Eiri had paid them had the smaller man crying out in bliss.

Not wanting to be neglectful of the other nipple, Eiri stroked and worried it with his fingers, occasionally trading off but always making sure both were receiving his attentions.

Shuichi twisted and pulled gently against his bonds. He understood why Eiri wanted him to remain tied up – it heightened his senses exponentially. When his lover moved away from his nipples and continued his upward path to kiss and lick his neck, his mind began to rush, playing flashes of their lovemaking, their scening, and tender moments one after another all running against the back of his eyelids.

The emotional rush began to overwhelm him again, but this time it was so good, so perfect and he was glad he was already lying down. Had he been standing it would have brought him to his knees.

The sobs began to build up in Shuichi’s body and Eiri noticed he was gulping the air wildly. He moved up over the singer’s neck and chin until his lips were pressed against his boy’s ears.

“Tell me why you’re crying so hard, Shuichi,” Eiri whispered. The words were followed into his ear by his tongue, lapping and tasting the slightly salty and nearly completely sweet skin beneath it.

Between cries, Shuichi answered, “You’re making me feel so loved.”

That surprised Eiri and he pulled back, hovering his lips over the singer’s. He waited patiently for Shuichi to open his eyes. When he did, they were red-rimmed and puffy. Even the cold-hearted novelist couldn’t deny the electricity between the two of them at the moment. It was completely intoxicating.

“That’s because you are,” he answered before leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Shuichi was crying even harder now, an intense emotional explosion he had no control over. Normally this would anger the novelist, but instead he kissed around the sobs, making sure his lover was able to breathe easily.

Eiri reached down and ghosted touches over Shuichi’s erection, tickling the sensitive spot under the head before wrapping his hand around it and stroking. There was a lot of precum gathered at the tip, and he used it to lubricate his caresses.

Shuichi’s sobs took on a new cadence as he was touched. He no longer felt able to concentrate on anything, drifting through one sensation to the next. He couldn’t even kiss Eiri back. The novelist seemed to realize this and began the downward path with his tongue and teeth.

When he reached Shuichi’s cock, he was left with the choice to tease and tickle his lover more, or to thrust as much onto him at one time as possible. Deciding on the second choice, Eiri engulfed the singer’s cock in a single motion, taking him deep into his throat.

It was too much for Shuichi and without any warning or control, he came, filling Eiri’s mouth and throat with jets of warm hot liquid. The intensity of his orgasm nearly choked the novelist, but Eiri forced himself to breathe slowly as he swallowed, the moans escaping him mixing with Shuichi’s.

Making sure to suck every last drop of cum from his lover, Eiri let the now softening cock slip from his mouth to lie against Shuichi’s stomach. He crawled back up the singer’s body and threaded his hand through the pink hair, waiting for Shuichi to regain control of himself.

Shuichi mewled loudly at first, but as moments passed his cries weakened more and more until he was barely making any noise at all. He opened his eyes and let them adjust to the low light, focusing on his lover’s face next to his own.

“Aren’t you going to take me?” Shuichi managed to ask.

Eiri shook his head no. “I thought you might be a little too tired and sore for that right now.”

Shuichi’s legs fell open even more than before and he shook his head in disagreement. It was rare that the novelist would put Shuichi’s well being before his own sexual pleasure, but the singer wanted none of that right now. “Please, Eiri, I need you inside me. Please finish making love to me.”

Kissing his boy he asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be in pain tomorrow at the competition.”

“I am so sure.” Smiling weakly, Shuichi continued, “I’ll beg if you want me to.”

Eiri laughed a little before answering. “I won’t make you beg. Close your eyes and just relax.”

He crawled back down the bed and between Shuichi’s spread legs. Taking hold of pillow under his lover’s body, he worked it down until it was beneath Shuichi’s ass, raising him into a comfortable position and spreading him open even further.

Eiri bent Shuichi’s legs and pushed them open. The singer was already getting hard just at the prospect of being made love to. Eiri loved how responsive Shuichi was to his touches, and normally had no qualms about stating that out loud. But tonight he kept quiet and instead lowered his lips to kiss his lover’s inner thighs.

Listening to the music of Shuichi’s moans, Eiri moved in to nuzzle against the singer’s sac and cock, rubbing his cheek and lips against the throbbing flesh. Shuichi’s erection had returned in full force, but Eiri decided to ignore it for now, instead trailing his tongue down into the crevice to lick his lover’s entrance.

He lavished attention on the small pucker of muscle, bathing it with his tongue. There was no need for Eiri to stretch him out; the tail he’d been wearing kept him open and ready nicely. Eiri pushed his tongue in past the first ring of muscle to lick and tickle the second ring, encouraging it to let his tongue slip further inside.

He licked the inner walls of Shuichi’s body, all the while snuggling his face into the skin against him, inhaling the singer’s unique scent.

Shuichi wrapped his hands around the silk scarves, pulling hard while pushing down onto Eiri’s tongue. “Please, inside me, please…” he began to babble.

Not wanting to deny his lover, Eiri climbed up and positioned his cock at Shuichi’s entrance. Maddeningly slow, he pushed inside until he was buried to the hilt. He waited for a few moments for both their breathing to level out a bit before slowly pulling out almost all the way. Normally, this was where he would begin pounding into Shuichi with no mercy. But this time, he slid back inside just as slow as before.

Again, and then again, Eiri moved inside him at that gentle pace, watching closely as Shuichi’s face contorted into a grimace every time he withdrew, only to be replace with rapture with every inward stroke. He had no intention of speeding up his thrusts, but even at this slow rate he felt the fire inside him growing hotter and stronger.

Withdrawing, Eiri pulled the pillow from beneath Shuichi’s body and turned the singer over on his side. Positioning himself behind his smaller lover’s body, Eiri lifted Shuichi’s leg and slid back inside, continuing to make love to him.

The singer loved this position. To him, it felt more intimate than almost any other position they made love in. Eiri’s body spooned tight against him from behind, his hips causing Shuichi to rock with every movement. Large hands wrapped around him and held his body firm while his leg remained hooked over Eiri’s arm.

It was unbelievably intense, and Shuichi could no longer remain with his hands bound above him. He slipped out of the loops of silk and ran his hands down his body to interlace his finger’s with Eiri’s.

Switching their hands around so that Eiri’s were on top of Shuichi’s, the novelist moved them both down to fondle and stroke the singer’s cock. He could feel the familiar tightening start around his own cock as it continued to move in and out slowly.

Shuichi’s smaller hands touched himself while Eiri’s larger hands followed in their wake, until the singer could no longer hold back and his orgasm took him. As he came, Eiri felt a heat melt down into Shuichi’s entrance. It was enough to bring him to his own orgasm, and he cried out as he fell over the edge, emptying himself into his lover’s body.

They both huffed into the air as the sweat on their bodies began to cool.

“Wow.”

“Mmmmm, not bad. Not bad at all.” Eiri kissed the back of Shuichi’s neck before sliding out from behind him. “Stay here, don’t move.”

The singer couldn’t hold back a tiny giggle. “Move? Not if my life depended on it.”

Eiri washed Shuichi’s cum from his hands and cleaned himself before returning with a warm washcloth. After Shuichi was washed, they pulled back the comforter and slipped under the covers.

Shuichi snuggled up to Eiri’s body and did mental exercises to calm the din that had risen in his mind. Like earlier at the dinner, he let his focus narrow in until he was thinking of nothing and no one other than his lover. Slipping into sleep with such centered thoughts in his mind ensured him his dreams would focus around the most important person in his life.

Eiri laid awake a bit longer going back over the events of the day. Twenty-seven points. Three more and Shuichi would earn his prize. He’d already decided that he’d put all the planning that would follow into the singer’s hands, with a list of unbreakable rules. He smoked a cigarette, and afterwards, smiling in contentment and satisfaction, he slipped into unconsciousness, the final thoughts in his mind swirling around the smaller man wrapped in his arms, who was currently drooling on his chest.

TBC…


A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! So far, it’s the longest one I’ve written. Sorry about the delay in publishing it. I was suffering from writer’s block, which is why I released that chapter of 1.0. It’s not that I didn’t know what I wanted to write, I just couldn’t get it to translate into words. You’ll always know when the dreaded writer’s block hits me because I’ll release another story or a chapter for 1.0.

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Thanks again go to my reviewers – you’ve made a review whore out of me!!! I never used to care about reviews in the past – I was happy if people enjoyed my stories, case closed. But now I find myself looking forward to hearing from those of you that have been consistently reviewing me from the beginning! You’ve all become important to me!! :-D

Thanks to Ashley V for translating my story into Spanish! I never realized how incredibly difficult a project like that could be. WOW do you deserve a MAJOR thank you, so THANK YOU!!!

BIG TIME HUGS to AshCat – once again she was instrumental to the writing of this chapter. My beta, my brainstorming partner, my friend, thanks for helping me push past that painful block that attacked me these past 2 weeks!! The frustration was exhausting me, but you helped it disappear faster and easier.

UPCOMING CHAPTERS: Dressage Contest!! Mentoring session. THIRTY POINTS!!!!!

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~ffpanda