Depravity

K unlocked the apartment’s front door and strode in to wake his singer. He had a feeling that Shuichi might need some added incentive to go to work this morning, and patted his trusty Colt 45 with love.

The living room was immaculate, as usual. Rarely did K see it in any other state – Eiri seemed to have a thing about cleaning up before going to bed. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that several people, himself included, walked in and out of this apartment as if they owned the place. Leaving sex toys and lube lying around could prove to be a tad embarrassing.

The bedroom was another matter. Clothes were strewn all over the place, including a silk thong hanging off a blade of the ceiling fan. There were a few bottles of flavored lube lying in different places, but what truly caught his eye was the activity on the bed.

Eiri was deeply asleep on his stomach. A line of drool made its way down his face and to the wet spot on his pillow. But that wasn’t what drew K’s attention. Shuichi was naked and kneeling between Eiri’s wide-spread thighs. One hand was applying lube to his hard cock, while the other hand was making its way towards Eiri’s entrance, dripping with oil and trembling in anticipation of prepping his lover for a good hard fuck.

K sighed. If the author only knew how many times he’d been saved from waking up with Shuichi buried deep inside him, he’d probably give K an award of some sort. Ah, but the day would come when K wouldn’t be there to shoot the singer in the head; then Eiri would truly learn what a pain in the ass his lover could be. Alas for Shuichi, today was not that day.

BANG!

Shuichi slowly turned to face K, his cock immediately deflating to a completely limp state in his hand.

“AH! Good Morning Shuichi-kun! Hop in the shower and I’ll make you some breakfast!” K smiled and pretended there was nothing unusual about the scene before him. The only thing that betrayed the truth of the situation was the gun trained on Shuichi’s head.

The singer growled in frustration, climbed from the bed, re-covered his oblivious lover, and made his way to the bathroom. While he went through his daily cleansing routine, K began searching the closets for the pink-haired one’s clothes for the day. Once that was all set out, he made his way to the kitchen to prepare a nice, healthy breakfast, and then sat and waited for the appearance of his charge.

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The day was pretty normal. Shuichi drifted in and out of his memories to the annoyance of his bandmates on several occasions. By the time lunch came around, everyone was itching for a break.

Hiro decided to drag his friend outside for a few minutes of uninterrupted talk. “Come with me while I smoke?”

With a huge smile, Shuichi followed his best friend to the 53rd floor balcony and sat on one of the large planters to look out at the Tokyo skyline.

“So, um, do you think… I guess now is a good time… We can talk some more about that stuff you were telling me, about… yesterday?” Hiro hesitated through the question making his discomfort with the topic palpable.

Shuichi mistook the uncertainty in Hiro, and offered his friend a way out of the conversation. “We don’t have to, you know. I mean, seriously, if you don’t want to know, I promise to never bring it up again.” As Shuichi spoke, he watched the expression on Hiro’s face change from slight fear to mild horror. The truth of the matter was made clear, and before Hiro could respond, Shuichi amended his prior statement. “Of course, if you’re really interested, I can tell you all the hot, sweaty, sticky, slippery, nasty, sexy details. I’ll even turn my back if you need to ‘release some tension.’” He wagged his eyebrows suggestively at the red head, ending with a wink.

Hiro sweatdropped, and then laughed out loud at their conversation. Leave it to the pink haired baka to figure him out.

“Go ahead. Lay it on me Shu. Tell me all the hot, sweaty, sticky, slippery, sexy details. Did I miss anything?”

“Yeah, nasty,” Shuichi laughed. They had about 45 minutes left to their lunch, and because they were taking it at an odd hour, they were pretty much guaranteed to be uninterrupted.

“Ok, so Eiri is my Dominant, and I’m his submissive. You know what that means?”

Hiro sighed. “I’m not a complete idiot. Yes, I know what that means.”

“Just making sure!! Jeeze. Ok. So, this past weekend, we did a little roll-playing. Eiri dressed up all in black – KAMI he was fucking hot. He even wore a leather strap around his wrist and a leather choker. If we weren’t scening, I would have jumped him the moment I saw him.

“I gave him a new toy. It was a leather riding crop. But he had to play nice with it if he wanted to play with me. We don’t do major pain. Just light discipline. I stripped and cleaned, and rubbed oil all over my body so my skin was shiny, and then I went and waited for him in the living room on my knees. He ran the crop over my skin and gave my leg a light swat. It hurt a little, but it also felt really, really, REALLY good. Then, my ‘master’ told me that it was time for me to be groomed and dressed, and that I had to stand and face him. Okay so far?”

Hiro nodded, his breath hitching as he envisioned the scene. He couldn’t have answered aloud if his life depended on it. His tongue felt heavy and useless in his mouth, and he couldn’t work up any saliva. ‘Riding crop, groomed, oh Kami.’ Hiro knew he was going to need to take Shu up on his offer to ‘release some tension’ before their lunch was done.

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Shuichi stood and faced Eiri, his eyes downcast and his body screaming submission. Eiri walked to the corner to retrieve a small dark-wood chest, and placed it on the coffee table. Unlocking and opening it, he pulled out a hard-bristle brush. The wooden handle was heavy in his hand, and Eiri approached his sub slowly, showing it to him.

Moving behind Shuichi, Eiri drew the brush through the pink locks of hair slowly and gently. Instead of stopping the downward stroke at the bottom of his hair, he drew it lower to the small of his back. He repeated this action over and over again until Shuichi’s hair took on a luxurious sheen. He worked his way around Shuichi’s body, continuing to brush both hair and skin. The brush dragged along the sub’s arms to the tips of his fingers, causing him to gasp every time contact was lost. Once Eiri stood in front of his little lover, he ran the brush over Shuichi’s naked chest, making sure to pay close attention to his nipples.

Down, down, down the brush played, until it reached his groin. Eiri drew the bristles through the wiry hair while rolling the passion-heavy sac in his other hand.

Shuichi let out a low groan and thrust his hips forward, attempting to create greater friction.

“No, that’s not allowed,” Eiri growled in slight anger. He slid the crop back into his hand and gently swatted Shuichi’s dripping cock with it. The sub’s defiant eyes met his Dominant’s glowing orbs and held him in slight challenge.

Immediately dropping the appearance of insolence, he asked “Forgive me, master,” in a rough voice.

Eiri nodded in agreement, and returned to the task of grooming his small lover. Once he was pleased with the curls at the base of his cock, Eiri set the brush down and pulled out a bottle of oil. While Shuichi was good at applying the oil to himself, he always managed to miss a spot or two.

Eiri knew Shuichi did this on purpose. It gave his Dom another reason to manhandle the supple skin, thrilling the singer with his ministrations.

Pouring a small pool of oil in his hands, he ran the slick stuff over the middle of Shuichi’s upper back. Once that area was completely covered, he knelt down in front of his sub and instructed the younger man to spread his legs wide. His upper inner thighs were completely devoid of any oil, as usual.

Eiri rubbed the oil into the soft skin roughly, pressing Shuichi’s sac out of the way forcefully. He ran his middle finger under and up into the sub’s cleft, sliding it into his hole. He probed him with almost clinical movements, assuring that Shuichi had prepped himself properly.

Shuichi was slick and loose, ready to be penetrated by whatever Eiri saw fit. He slid one finger over his prostrate, causing Shuichi to violently bite back a moan. Removing his fingers, he wiped the oil off his hands with a towel and returned to the box.

Eiri returned with what looked like several leather belts. When placed correctly on his sub’s body, they created a kind of body harness. The first belt was placed around Shuichi’s waist, buckling around his midsection. The second and third belts hooked into the first belt in front and behind, like a pair of suspenders. They crossed diagonally against his chest, looped over his shoulders, crossed diagonally once again across his back, and then clasped into the back of the first belt.

Eiri adjusted the tension on all the belts. They were tight enough to assert control, but not enough to cause pain or completely restrict movement.

“Status?” Eiri watched his sub for his response.

“Green, master.” When the two of them scened, besides having a safety word, Shuichi also had a system of alerting Eiri as to what level of discomfort he was experiencing. Green meant fine and ready to accept more. Yellow meant fine, but at his limit. Red meant past his limit, and was never really used. Instead, Shuichi would call out his safety word if it got to that point.

“Very good. Let’s continue.” Eiri returned to the box and retrieved a set of pony boots. They were one of their stranger acquisitions, and the men learned to be careful when using them. The boots were black leather and laced up the front. They were full-length boots, coming to just below Shuichi’s knees. At first glance, you would think you were looking at normal fuck-me boots, but upon closer inspection, you’d realize that the bottom of the boots were very different than anything that would ever see the light of day. [1]

Instead of molding to fit a normally shaped foot, the boot ended in a hoof that forced the wearer to stand on the balls of their feet. The bottoms were fitted with removable horseshoes that had an extended strip of metal to help the wearer balance.

After purchasing the boots and trying them out for the first time, Eiri and Shuichi were forced to remove the metal horseshoes for indoor scening. Animal control had been called and notified that an animal was loose in their apartment by the below and surrounding tenants. The clip-clop sounds truly emulated a prancing pony, and the metal was scratching up the hardwood floors. They saved the horseshoes for playtime at Depravity Resort.

Eiri slipped the boots onto Shuichi’s feet and laced them tightly. Shuichi took a moment to find his new center of balance. Standing in these shoes forced you to adjust your posture. Shuichi found the best way to stand was with his ass thrust back and his chest pushed forward – the perfect posture for a show pony.

The second to last accessory that Eiri retrieved was Shuichi’s headstall. It’s was the singer’s least favorite piece, but Eiri found it extremely sexy and loved when his sub wore it. It wasn’t really a full headstall, but it was more than sufficient for their play. This piece consisted of a rubber bit that fit into Shuichi’s mouth and buckled around behind his neck. Reigns were attached to the sides of the bit. [2]

A full headstall would have fit over his head, under his chin and then connected to the bit and reigns, but when they went shopping for the accessory, Shuichi outright refused. Eiri understood his trepidation, and agreed to the less-threatening piece they bought instead.

“Status?”

With a full mouth, Shuichi mumbled, “Green, master.”

Now came the star’s FAVORITE part. The tail. Eiri still hadn’t shown his sub the new tail he bought for him. It was time to pull it out and present the gift.

Eiri stood out of Shuichi’s field of vision and brushed the real horse-hair tail. He had collected some of his lover’s hair from his brush and sent it to a specialty shop to have the tail made and dyed to match him perfectly.

Walking quietly up behind Shuichi, he held the tail to the back of his head and compared colors. They matched perfectly, and Eiri was exceptionally delighted.

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

His sub did as commanded, and the new ribbed tail was placed in his possession.

“Open your eyes, prep the tail and put it in.” Eiri stood back to watch Shuichi’s reaction.

When the singer saw the new tail, his eyes went wide and started to tear with happiness. The anal plug was slightly shorter than the old tail, but ribbed. The hair itself was PINK! He made a slight squeak of pleasure, looked deep into his Dom’s eyes in thanks, and trotted over to the chest to retrieve the lube.

Eiri watched as Shuichi seductively coated the plug with gel. Once it was ready, Shuichi turned his back to his Dom, spread his legs and bent over slightly at the waist. Positioning the tail at his entrance, he slowly pushed the cone shaped plug inside, stopping when the wide disk at the end was flush against his ass. He stood up slowly and moved around to get used to the foreign object embedded in his body. The tail swished slightly, tickling the back of his legs.

Eiri was rock hard and rubbed his cock with the palm of his hand through his pants. Shuichi was just as aroused as he, if not more so. Thinking on this, he remembered one more toy had to be placed on Shuichi’s body. The metal cock ring was pulled from his pocket and slipped down over Shuichi’s weeping member. Once it was snuggly secured against the base, Shuichi couldn’t help but wonder how long he would be denied his orgasm. Once, Eiri made him remain aroused and unsatisfied for 10 straight hours. When Shuichi finally came, the orgasm was so intense he blacked out for over an hour. He woke only when Eiri lifted him to place him in a warm bath.

Eiri made a circle in the air with the crop, and Shuichi immediately understood the command to mean ‘turn around and show me your body.’ Doing as commanded, Shuichi made sure that each step raised his knee to the level of his groin. He held his hands out to his sides to help him balance, and pointed his nose to the ceiling. Show ponies were beautiful creatures, and Shuichi knew he was one of the most beautiful ponies of all. He strutted for his master proudly, wondering how long it would be before the tail was removed and replaced with his lover’s cock.

“Magnificent,” Eiri whispered as he watched his sub prance. “Let’s start with a little training.”


TBC

A/N: SORRY! I know I promised a special ice trick in this chapter, but I didn’t realize it would be this long, and my fingers hurt from typing. So I promise there will be ice in the NEXT chapter, which will continue describing the weekend’s scening, and pick up where we left off with Hiro and Shuichi.

[1] Wanna see what pony boots look like? This is a short pair, but you can get the idea. (no people in the photo)
http://www.rubber.com.au/store/pony_ankle_combined_med.jpg
[2] Wanna see the bit and reigns? (no people in the photo, and the reigns aren’t attached. They would hook into the hoops.)
http://www.sadomaso.com.mx/fotos/vv-mouthbit.jpg

To my wonderful reviewers (Do you think I could get away with posting this on ff.net?):
vahala: I wish this was in the anime too! Thinking of commissioning a picture to go with this - maybe asking PL Nunn, although I've never seen a Gravi pic on her site. But I think she's one of the only artists out there that could do it the way I'm envisioning it.