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“What was that!?” Ryoma thought. A delicious sensation like electricity shot from his nipple straight down to his groin. It forced him to suck in a breath of air in surprise. Ryoma was a little scared now. What was happening?
Back at the Tennis courts Tezuka and Momoshiro stood watching Fuji demolish Oishi in a match. Oishi was just plain off today, he was worried about Echizen’s disappearance. Fuji was as well, but he never let anything interfere with his concentration. Both Momoshiro and Tezuka were worried about Echizen missing practice, it simply wasn’t like their little guy to miss a practice, especially with the Metropolitans only a few days away.. He lived for Tennis. Momo had spoken to him not an hour before and he had said he would be there. Tezuka did not say much but it bothered him more then it did anyone else. He would walk to Echizen’s house afterwards to make sure he was okay. Momo said he’d go with him, but the captain of Seigaku knew Momo was having trouble in his English scores and had a test the following day. “No Momo, you head home to study, you can’t afford to fail that test. If there is any trouble I will call you.” Momo nodded at his captain. He knew it would do no good to put up a fuss, when Tezuka said something you had just better follow thru. So it was decided, and they returned to watching the conclusion of Fuji and Oishi’s match.
Tomo reached out with her left hand and grabbed Sakuno’s wrist pulling it towards the boy’s bare torso while she again placed the fingers of her right hand gently against his skin on her side. Sakuno and Tomo engaged in a small tug of war over her wrist, Sakuno being a died in the wool chicken, but eventually Sakuno’s curiosity won out and she followed suit placing her digits on him as well. Both girls gently touched the bound boy beneath them, exploring his silky skin with wonder, they both felt him quiver beneath their fingers and thrilled at being able to take this liberty with him. Ryoma’s head rolled on the chair back, “What are you doing?” Tomo’s eyes narrowed as she purposefully brought her fingers to his nipple and grazed it lightly, watching his face for reaction. “Stop it……. ” followed by a gasp and a hiss as those fingers came into contact with the small pink nub, now hardening. The girls were delirious with pleasure from watching his pretty body clench up in reaction. What followed was a long series of hand signals between the 2 girls, deciding on the next course of action for their experiments. Obviously, there was only one thing to do…..
Ryoma felt the pleasurable shock from one nipple, then a small pause, gratefully was able to draw breath, then unbelievably 2 sets of hands were on him, butterfly light, rubbing both of his sensitive nipples at the same time. “Ahhh!” He arched his back helplessly into their touch, breath hitched in his throat. The wave of pleasure ran like a tidal wave from his chest, burning in his belly and onwards to his groin where his cock was now very hard. He was so helpless to stop either them, or the sensations that they sent rocketing thru his body. He gasped and tried to catch his breath. This was worse then running laps. He couldn’t breathe. Pulling once more on his tied wrists, quite ineffectively. What were they doing to him?
Their exploration now in full swing, not meaning to cause any harm and truly unable to help themselves, the girls continued their sweet torture of one Ryoma Echizen. Some time later, his body glistened faintly in the dim light with a fine sheen of sweat and it was wonderfully responsive. Almost any touch would send electrified sensations running thru him. Sakuno abandoned his chest placing small kisses one after the other up along the sweet smelling column of Ryoma’s neck, now placing a small nibble on his earlobe and getting a shudder and a low moan for her trouble. Hovering over him she finally got up the nerve to try that kiss one more time. When she placed a tentative kiss on the corner of his mouth, he achingly turned his lips fully to meet hers. Softly she kissed him, reveling in his response. Tomo had enough of using her fingers and when she started replacing her fingers with her mouth his breathing became even more erratic and the gorgeous golden eyed boy moaned loudly beneath Sakuno’s lips. The sound was so sensual and reminiscent of the noises he made while playing tennis it was like music to the 2 girls ears. They would truly never be able to listen to him make a serve ever again without thinking of this.
Oh my god what were they doing to him? The sensations were overpowering. His breathing became choppy and now there were soft kisses on his neck and chest teasing, light, driving him crazy with the feelings but never seeming to be enough. This was certainly not what he had ever envisioned in his fantasies, these light teasing unsure kisses and touches. It was maddening. When he felt the lips seeking at the corner of his mouth Ryoma surprised himself by turning into them, seeking them out. It was just that he needed more. Right then a mouth attached itself to a nipple suckling, and he heard himself moan loudly into the lips on his. His cock ached so badly, yet that was the one place the demon girls had not touched yet. He lost sense of time as the feelings washed over him again and again. His mind kept repeating; ‘please, please just touch me there….please…..’ but the words never came from his lips.
Tomo saw it. Even in the dimly lit shed, she saw everything. The large bulge in the front of Ryoma’s pants, and the small wet spot just above it. Grabbing Sakuno’s hand she tugged to get her attention. Both girls paused their exploration of the captive Ryoma, leaving him breathing heavily to stare at the obvious state of his groin. Neither girl had ever touched a boy like this before. They knew what it was all about of course, you couldn’t live in today’s day and age without hearing things about it, but this was way too advanced for them! They stared at this proof of his arousal and practically drooled. THEY had done this to him. Made Ryoma behave this way. Not that they had any intention of using lips on that part of him, they had never even laid eyes on that part of a boy but they were so curious and there was such a thrill at having him so helpless. In daily life Ryoma was never anything even resembling helpless. He was larger then life and always had a sarcastic response for any situation. They glanced at each other. More hand signals. More blushing and some shallow heavy breathing of their own…..
Tezuka hefted his tennis bag and school books, heading not towards his home, but out the back way in the direction of Echizen’s house. The handsome stoic team captain pursed his lips, he just knew something was wrong. He hoped fervently hoped against hope that everything was truly alright and that his hunch was incorrect. As he turned the bend on his way out of the school grounds, hazel eyes widened under winged eyebrows. Was that Echizen’s tennis bag thrown down carelessly!?? He would never do that. As Tezuka neared the metal shack, the scream he heard from within raised the hairs on the back of his neck.
Okay, it was decided. Both girls reached forward and gently touched the beautifully sculpted belly muscles and as one they reached further down to press into the bulge in Ryoma’s pants. The reaction they got was shocking to say the least. Instantly, of their own accord his hips jerked forward into the touch and the tied and blindfolded boy practically screamed. “Aaaahhh!” They both jumped back, startled and more than a little nervous, for it finally occurred to them that perhaps they had taken this exploration just a bit too far. Unfortunately for them that was only a fraction of the panic they felt when a split second later, a loud banging sounded at the door to the shack and a strong and angry voice started shouting “Echizen! You in there?! Echizen!” The panicked girls were close to tears as they hastily stepped back from their victim and hid in a dark corner clutching each other tightly, listening as the very angry and scary team captain practically destroyed the lock from the outside and burst into the darkened room.
Tezuka pulled the door to the shack open and gasped in shock. He stood rooted to the spot. He could not believe the sight that greeted him as he took in the form of a tied and blindfolded Ryoma including his state of undress and complete arousal. “Echizen!” The blindfolded head turned towards him “Buchou!?” Out of the corner of his eye Tezuka saw 2 shapes dart out of a dark corner and race out the open door. A fierce scowl appeared on Tezuka’s face as he spun and raced out the door to catch the fiends, but skidded to a stop when he saw the 2 girls holding hands and racing away up the path. Tomo and Sakuno. Growling, he decided he’d get them later, after he tended to Ryoma. His first order of business was to make sure no one saw Echizen like this, he was not sure the boy would recover from the rest of his teammates seeing him this way, second was to free his teammate and get him safely home. Tezuka stepped into the shack and closed the door flipping a latch hook on the inside. He ran to the boy and untied the blindfold, then he bent down to inspect the ties that bound the boy’s wrists. Seeing that he would not be able to simply untie the boy, Tezuka’s sharply handsome face scowled even deeper. He stood up and touched Ryoma’s hair lightly “Echizen are you okay? I’m here I’ll take care of you. We just have to cut you loose. I’ll get you home, don’t worry.” Ryoma groaned and shuddered trying to turn away and hide his face from his captain. Tezuka’s heart felt like breaking for the golden eyed prodigy, gently grasping Ryoma’s face Tezuka made him look him straight in the eye. “Don’t hide. You never have to hide from me Echizen. Never.” Leaning down, he wrapped his arms gently around the boy’s shoulders, laying his cheek against Echizen’s own. He could hear Echizen’s ragged breaths, and feel the slight frame quiver.
Ryoma saw his captain standing over him, framed in the doorway of the shack, even the dim light behind him blinding after so long in the dark. Tezuka was always beautiful to him, strong, and untouchable. To have his captain see him this way was heartrending. Ryoma tried to hide his face, the proud tensai never thought he would be able to survive this embarrassment. But his heart raced when the normally formal and stiff captain hugged him and calmed his fears. Don’t hide from me he’d said. His body still raged, he ached terribly all over, and his head still swam in a hazy soup, but he clearly felt the strong arms come around him and the cheek rested against his own. Whether the pleasurable torture had played a part, or the drug still lingered he didn’t know, but he did know at that moment he would gladly give his life to taste Tezuka’s lips. “Don’t hide from me.” The words echoed in his mind. Ryoma turned his face and desperately, pleadingly kissed Tezuka Kunimitsu.
Tezuka’s eyes widened at the touch of Echizen’s lips. Pulling away, he looked down to see the beautiful, tilted golden eyes pleading with him. Shuddering himself, surprised by his own swift and uncontrollable arousal, Tezuka held Ryoma’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply, firm lips drinking from already swollen needy ones. Ryoma returned the kiss hungrily. His mind screamed at him, “Yes this is what it should feel like. Firm, sure, hot. Please don’t stop. Please.” Tezuka heard Echizen moan into his mouth and felt as if those sexy vibrations went directly to his cock. He thought, ‘God, do you have to be so damned sexy? I’m supposed to be saving you.’ Pulling away from the kiss, Tezuka brushed the stray hair back from Ryoma’s eyes. The faint flush and obvious desire mirrored on the boy’s face might have undid Tezuka’s legendary composure all on it’s own, but if there had been any doubt as to his response, Echizen’s next words hammered in the final nail. Ragged breaths punctuated each word, “Please Tezuka. Don’t leave me like this. I ache.” Leaning forward as far as his restraints would allow, his eyes sliding shut, Echizen’s lips sought out his captain’s once more. Groaning slightly, Tezuka kissed him hard once, twice, “I’ll take care of you, trust me.” He breathed, then he covered Ryoma’s mouth once more with his own, lips and tongue begging entrance, Ryoma opened sweetly under his request. Ryoma’s mind held the image of Tezuka standing over him, and he wanted to touch that firm body so badly… if only his hands weren’t tied. Tezuka had always been like poetry in motion, whether simply walking or playing tennis, he moved very cat-like. Graceful, purposeful, contained, measured. Tezuka was the tallest one on the team, broad shouldered, with long muscular legs. The thought of what lay beneath his clothes made the boy’s head swim with desire. Oh, Ryoma wanted to use his hands so badly right now, as he surrendered to the kiss.
Right then, Tezuka didn’t think he had ever been so turned on in his life. Ryoma’s mouth was sweet, and hungry. His tongue soft, giving and taking. The rock hard body tied to the chair would have been turn on enough to look at, but having him beg for assistance was more pressure then even Tezuka could resist. He gently grasped the teen’s glossy black hair and pulled his head back, giving him access to the soft throat, where he allowed himself to nip and kiss down it’s length to his collar bone, Echizen shivering and groaning the entire time. Tezuka knew he needed to do this quickly, he wanted to get Echizen out of here to safety, but after seeing the desperate shape he was in, he could not leave him wanting. Truth be told, he wanted this as well. Pushing open the ragged uniform shirt, he bared Echizen’s chest to his greedy eyes, then leaned forward and kissed a trail to one firm pink bud, while his sure fingers padded circular motions around the other one. Echizen gasped, moaned loudly arching his chest upwards into Tezuka’s questing mouth. Loving this response, the handsome captain could not resist sucking one and gently twisting the other nipple simultaneously making his captive jerk, belly clenching and unclenching in response. Moving quickly down, firm hands grasped the belt to Echizen’s pants, opened it and undid the button. Echizen had the presence of mind to lift his head and look down to watch the handsome face studiously working to undo his fly. Any pretense of embarrassment now gone as the object of Ryoma’s dreams gently pulled his member out of his pants, wrapped strong fingers around his hard length, he stroked him gently. Stars jumped before Ryoma’s eyes, hips rising he thrust himself into Tezuka’s hands. It was the most amazing thing he had ever felt, his fantasies could never have imagined how incredible those hands could feel on his hot flesh. Glancing downwards once more Ryoma saw Tezuka’s eyes boring directly into his own, drinking in every one of Ryoma’s reactions, loving each ragged breath, lust clearly written on his handsome captain’s face. Then his heart almost stopped beating in his chest when he saw those beautifully sculpted lips descending to wrap themselves around his cock. “No, no… wait…. Aaaaaahh!!” But his words were lost as a wave of indescribable pleasure picked him up and smashed him against it’s shores.
Hazel eyes locked to wide golden ones as he lowered his head to Echizen’s swollen member. In his lust, Tezuka wanted to be sure the boy knew exactly who it was doing this to him, making him lose control. Tezuka wondered at the impossible turn of events that lead him to this point, yet as soon as he took Ryoma into his mouth, he knew he would never regret this. The silken skin stretched over impossibly hard flesh smelled and tasted completely of Echizen. And it was wonderful. Sucking, stroking and alternately caressing the boy’s already tightened balls thru the fabric of the trousers, he propelled Ryoma at breakneck speeds towards his looming orgasm. Siegaku’s captain felt Ryoma shudder uncontrollably. Sexy sounds fell from the other boy’s lips like drops of honey. It wasn’t very long before Echizen could no longer control his movements and Tezuka found himself blowing a bucking, shrieking tensai. Tezuka briefly wondered if Ryoma would always be this incredibly sexy and vocal. Within minutes Echizen’s breath became hitched, Tezuka barely had time to react, to pull himself away quickly enough. With his head thrown back, and a sexy guttural scream Ryoma came explosively all over his own chest. When Tezuka glanced up, the boy had simply passed out.
He was sure Ryoma had come hard enough to pull something. But then he was also sure the poor guy had undergone the human limits of sexual torture. An angry look crossed his face yet again as he imagined what those girls had done to their bound captive, and he swore he would get them for doing this to Ryoma. When had he started to feel intimate enough with him to use his given name? Perhaps sometime around the 3rd or 4th moan, with my lips wrapped around his cock….. Still, he needed information on what the hell had happened for things to end up like this and it was entirely possible Ryoma did not even know who his tormentors were having been blindfolded. If that were true, Tezuka wanted to keep it that way for more reasons then 1. That was for later. He needed to get him out of here right now. Quickly closing Ryoma’s trousers, and rearranging the school uniform to a more modest coverage, Tezuka rifled thru everything he could find in the shed that might be used to cut the ties on Ryoma’s wrists. Nothing. Suddenly he remembered the clippers he carried with him in the tennis bag which he used to cut tennis strings from his racket for re-stringing. The thick ties would destroy the clippers, but Seigaku’s captain couldn’t care less right now. Digging the tool out, he worked feverishly to cut thru the dense plastic of the ties. Having accomplished that, he inspected Echizen’s wrists, finding them raw, abraded and the skin broken in several spots. In a show of uncharacteristic tenderness, Tezuka raised one wrist to his lips and kissed it gently, vowing to destroy anyone who had a hand in doing this to Echizen. Having time to think as he worked on the ties, he had come to the conclusion that those girls could never have bound Echizen to that chair. They were not strong enough nor smart enough to have tricked him into it. But make no mistake, for their hand in it, all would be punished.
Handsome features grimaced as Tezuka pulled both his and Echizen’s tennis bags into the metal shed. He did not like leaving the satchels here over night, and there would be hell to pay for the subsequent missed homework, but he could not carry the bags plus the boy. He assumed they would be safe here until morning. Turning he swiftly gathered Echizen up into his strong arms, and stepped out into the night. He would bring the unconscious package to his home, he did not want Echizen’s mother to see him this way. Cradling the golden eyed youth to his chest, his smiled softly to himself that his teammate was heavier then he looked, the tight body weighing more all for the muscle. Almost home, Echizen stirred once, looking up into Tezuka’s eyes. When he saw gorgeous hazel eyes gazing back at him beneath winged brows, he knew he was safe, so he snuggled his cheek next to the firm chest and passed out yet again. An unexpected wave of such fierce protectiveness washed over Tezuka that he hugged Echizen tighter to him and thought (rather ridiculously) that he’d never want to let him go.
Kicking the front door of his house open, Tezuka called to his mother that he was home and when she came running with a question on her lips for his late hour, she saw the state of the smaller boy and told him quietly to put Echizen on the bed, while she went and got some wash water, bandages and fresh clothes for the boy. Tezuka knew there would be questions. Lots of them. But he also knew how practical his mom was. Taking care of Echizen was more important, the other things could wait. Slowly Tezuka ascended the stairs to his room. He placed Ryoma on the bed and pulled a fresh white pajama top out for him. Moving quickly he removed the torn and soiled school uniform top, and covered his companion with the clean shirt. The uniform pants went next into a heap on the floor, then he covered his friend with clean sheets as his mom walked in the door with a tray of supplies. She put it all down and motioned for her son to follow her outside the room. Here came the questions, which he didn’t have many answers for right now.
Kunimitsu explained how Echizen had missed practice having the whole team worry. Then his finding of the tennis bag and his discovery of the bound and blindfolded boy, leaving out the state of undress, the raging hard on and subsequent blow job. He also told her he saw 2 figures dart from the shed, and that he would pursue finding the culprits, but that he didn’t want to let anyone know what had happened to his teammate, for fear of his embarrassment and shame, and did not think it prudent to tell his parents yet, since Echizen still had not been able to tell him what had transpired, he did not want to worry parents for what could have been nothing more then a stupid school trick. His mother’s protest was cut short by the very true fact that the Seigaku regulars could, if necessary, get far more information and exact more vengeance then any parents could, and to please leave it to him for the time being. Tezuka’s mother knew how responsible and serious her son was, and if he thought that to be the best course of action for now, then she would give it some small measure of time. But she made it clear that Tezuka had to call the Echizen household and let them know where their son was. He readily agreed. Counting on his ability to read people, Tezuka made a tactically correct decision to place the call to Nanjiro instead of Echizen’s mother, knowing how to phrase what he wanted to say. He simply told Echizen’s father that Ryoma had a small scuffle after school with some bullies, but that he was fine, currently in the bath, and would it be okay if he stayed the night at Tezuka’s house. Nanjiro said boys will be boys, and agreed, thanking Tezuka for taking such good care of his son. If only the old man knew………
Tezuka re-entered his room and gazed at the sleeping form on his bed. For the 10th time that evening the sight of the boy’s handsome face made his belly clench and a band formed around his heart. He had watched Echizen from the moment he had first saw him in tryouts for the team and the more he watched, the more he was impressed with him. Tezuka had genuine affection for the bratty player, but he had never in his wildest dreams thought Ryoma could be so sexy, so primal. More then that, Tezuka’s own uncontrollable response was, in and of itself, an utter shock. He sighed, knowing that after tonight, he would never be able to completely separate his feelings for this bundle of boundless energy ever again. The sounds, images and tastes of Ryoma in ecstasy passed thru his mind once more, bringing a raging erection and warmth with it. Shit. What was he going to do? Ryoma might be horrified by what he had done when he awoke. Would he ever be able to keep his friendship? What about respect as his captain? Well there was no help for it, Tezuka lifted the tray, sat on the bed and began to clean and bandage the boy’s wounded wrists.
Sometime after midnight, Ryoma surfaced slowly to consciousness, the lingering effects of the chloroform and sexual exertion having lessened. He was in a soft bed, in a strange room, tennis trophies lined the walls, side by side with commendations for academic excellence. Warm light came from a bedside lamp and seemed to fall lovingly on the golden brown haired man sitting up beside him. Glasses reflected occasional flashes of light, the rounded frames making his captain even more sexy, if that were really at all possible. Studiously reading school material Tezuka hadn’t noticed Echizen’s sharp eyes taking in his every feature. Slowly the events of the day returned to Echizen, his face blushing with shame at all that had happened to him. More memories eventually led back to his final conscious moments, the feel of those lips firmly on his own made his heart skip a beat. As he watched Tezuka turn the page, he saw long fingers, finely formed yet calloused and strong, he remembered very clearly how they had felt on his body. Warmth crept down into Echizen’s belly and if nothing else, he would gladly relive the events of the day again a hundred times if it all came to the same conclusion. But would Tezuka feel the same?