Depravity

Shuichi and Eiri sat breathing heavy and covered in sticky cum. It had been quite an amazing day, and both of them were exhausted. Maybe not as much as Rei-kun, but enough that Eiri felt they should take a bath and then a nap before anything else.

After redressing, he stood and gently lifted the slave’s body, carrying him to a soft couch. He then returned for Shuichi, who reached out to be helped to his feet.

“Um, Master? How did I do?”

Eiri gave that trademark beautiful smile that only Shuichi was privileged to see in answer. “You did very well. Before we talk about it, let’s tend to Rei-kun.” Leading Shuichi into the bathroom, they brought out a warm washcloth and cleaned sweat and cum from his sleeping form. After removing the shackles and placing his thong back on his body, a blanket was draped over him. He suddenly woke up.

“Sirs, please forgive me!” Rei tried to move off the couch, but Eiri held up a hand and stopped him.

“The scene is over so relax, Rei-kun. We’re both very pleased, and enjoyed everything. When we return, would you allow us to call on you again?”

The slave smiled and nodded. “It would be my honor, Yuki-dono, Shindo-sama.” Shuichi had redressed, as had Eiri, and instinctually moved to sit next to the slave. The singer couldn’t help but be a bit excited at the prospect of bringing Rei into their scenes again someday. He thought this was a one time deal, so to now learn that wasn’t the case came as a complete surprise to him; a very pleasant surprise.

“They should be here to pick you up soon,” he said to Rei. “Eiri, we don’t have a lot of time to take care of him.”

At first, the novelist didn’t know what his Boy was referring to. It hit him suddenly, and he couldn’t suppress a swell of pride. His sub turned Dom was talking about giving their slave aftercare, a very responsible thing for a Dom to do.

He sat down next to Shuichi and directed a question at the slave. “Would you like to stay here for your aftercare, or do you have someone else that you’d prefer tend to you?”

Rei snuggled into Shuichi’s arms and answered, “I’m fine. I do have someone to go to. I’ll leave once they get here.”

The singer was confused, and he looked at Eiri asking for an explanation.

“It’s not really appropriate for us to give Rei aftercare. After all, we don’t really know him well enough to take care of him. A slave in a home like this Resort has a support base ready to help out. The correct thing would be for him to leave here and go into the arms of another submissive, or sometimes a Dominate, and be cared for by that person.”

“Oh,” Shuichi answered, happy to hear Rei wasn’t to be abandoned.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door and Eiri got up to answer it. The Resort Dom that had dropped Rei off two hours ago was the man who returned to collect him. He and the novelist spoke for a few minutes, while another beautiful slave walked into the room and sat to Rei’s side. He was taller than both Shuichi and Rei, had long hair, and was stunningly gorgeous.

“Shindo-sama, this is Taka-nii. I’ll be okay with him. I really enjoyed the time we spent together. I hope we can meet again some day.”

“Me too!” Shuichi hugged the slave gingerly but warmly, not wanting to cause him any pain. The Resort Dom picked Rei up in his arms, and the three Resort employees excused themselves and left the room.

Holding out his hand, Eiri offered, “Let go soak and then take a nap. I want to be fresh for the drive home tonight.”

Shuichi agreed and took his lover’s hand, allowing himself to be led towards the bathroom. He stopped Eiri with a tug and pulled them back towards their luggage. “Can I look at it again?” The novelist watched as Shuichi pulled out the box.

‘It’ referred to the beautiful custom-made slave collar.[1] It was made of platinum and it was choker style with several small diamonds set into the metal every three or so inches. It had a tag with the kanji symbols for Eiri’s name attached to it, which was created using Eiri’s personal hanko.[2] It said ‘Uesugi Eiri.’

The collar was thin enough to be worn while not being bothersome due to weight or pointed edges. Perfectly smooth and seeming to shine with its own light, it was ideal for Shuichi. It wouldn’t interfere with stage costumes. The tag with Eiri’s name on it wouldn’t be an obvious indication that he’d been collared, allowing him to wear it in photo shoots and interviews without worrying. To the unknowing eye, it would be a normal piece of jewelry. But within the BDSM community and their own home, it would be a sign that Shuichi was a slave, property of his beloved Master, Eiri.

Once this collar was attached to his neck, it could not be removed without a special hex key. It was designed to become a permanent part of his body.

Shuichi pulled it completely out of the box and look at it closely, running his fingers over the fine links and touching the tag. “Is this from your hanko?”

“Yes,” Eiri answered, enjoying watching the tears form in his lover’s eyes. It was obvious the reward was a success, making the months of planning and special meetings with the jeweler worth the effort. He laughed as Shuichi tried to clasp it shut, realizing it wouldn’t stay closed.

“There’s a special trick to it. I’ll explain it later. Before that, come here for a moment.”

Holding the collar tight in his fist, Shuichi wrapped his arms around Eiri’s waist pressing them close together.

“You know I’m very proud of you, right?” He leaned down and kissed his sub before he could answer. “You did very well with Rei-kun, much better than I had expected. And this whole weekend, it’s been quite an adventure. And, well, I just want you to know I’m very happy right now.”

Shuichi tightened his hold on Eiri’s body. “Thank you Master. I’m really happy too!”

They closed their eyes and kissed, taking their time to explore each other’s mouths and lips. Eiri ran his hands through Shuichi’s soft pink hair, gently tugging on fistfuls of the silky threads as he deepened their kiss. He could feel the cold metal of the collar against his back and the singer seemed to melt into the embrace.

Shuichi was a wonderful kisser, and Eiri was perfectly content to stand there and enjoy his lover’s touch a while longer. When they broke apart, he took the collar from him and put it back in the box, closing the lid. They walked silently hand in hand into the bathroom.

So many amazing things had happened to them in the past three days that Shuichi couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed with the memories. Eiri picked up on this and helped him to undress, removing his collar and placing it on a counter. After taking a very fast shower, they climbed into the Jacuzzi and relaxed into the hot water. They sat next to each other, their hands seeking one another under the water.

“Now, how about we discuss your reward a little more? There are a few things, such as some rules, that we need to go over.”

The singer smiled, ready to accept whatever Eiri had to say. “What kind of rules? I just can’t wait for you to put it on me.”

“The first rule,” Eiri began, steeling himself for the explosion that was sure to follow, “Is that you are not allowed to wear it, yet.”

Counting backwards from five, the novelist only got as far as three before Mount Shuichi erupted. “WHAT?! What do you mean I can’t wear it!? YUUUUUKIIIIII!!!”

Already, the brat had reverted back to calling him Yuki instead of Eiri. He knew this was going to be an uphill battle, but had hoped they could at least discuss it as adults. Apparently, he was to have no such luck.

Shuichi stood up in the Jacuzzi and began stomping around the tub, splashing water everywhere while he ranted. “I worked my ASS off to get that collar! I even came in SECOND place at my first ever Dressage Contest! I won the bell game last night!” Taking a break, his shoulders suddenly slumped, and any anger in his face melted away into extreme disappointment and depression. Instead of yelling, he now mumbled and sniffled, big glistening tears rolling down his face to drip into the water. “Yuki, you’re so mean to me.”

He sat down on the opposite side of the tub with force, crossing his arms and pouting his lips like a grouchy child. For now, the temper tantrum was on hiatus. Eiri hoped to keep it that way.

“Are you quite done?”

Instead of answering, Shuichi “Hrumph’ed” under his breath and averted his eyes.

Making his voice sound angrier than he actual was, Eiri said, “I don’t want to repeat myself. Answer my question.”

A seemingly impossible thing happened, and if they weren’t having such a serious conversation, Eiri would have laughed aloud. Shuichi’s pout actually deepened.

“Yeah, I’m done. Totally done. What does it matter anyway?” The kid was miserable, and Eiri took pity on him.

“What I said was, you are not allowed to wear it YET. YET! Not never.” Watching as a little hope crept back into Shuichi’s eyes, the novelist continued. “This isn’t just a new collar. It’s a slave collar. You understand what that means, right?”

That hope took a deeper seat in the singer, and Shuichi smiled a little. “It means a lot of things. It means I’ll become yours. Truly yours. Forever.”

Eiri nodded. “That’s a good place for us to start, because that’s definitely a big part of it. But Shuichi, there really is so much more to it then that, and until both you and I fully understand and agree on the true meaning behind this collar, as well as the rules and vows we’ll create together, you cannot wear it. Plus, when I put it on you, it will be during a collaring ceremony.”

Shuichi had brightened as his lover spoke, only to have depression set in once again upon being told the collar would not be placed on his neck, yet. Deciding it was better to get through this as fast as possible, the singer took a deep breath and spoke. “What rules?”

The novelist was impressed. At least his Boy was listening to him and ready to discuss how this would work. “Like I said, we’ll create the rules together. I’ll state what I expect out of our relationship, and you’ll state what you want out of it as well. I already have a few rules decided.”

He’d stated the first rule earlier, which was that Shuichi couldn’t wear the collar yet.

“The second rule is that once this collar is placed on your body, it’s meant to remain on your body. Forever. It locks with a key which I’ll put safely away.”

Wondering if this was a safe thing to do, Shuichi scrunched his face and eyes. “But what happens if I absolutely HAVE to have it removed, and you’re not there? Like if I have to go in for some kind of treatment at the hospital?”

Eiri wondered if his sub would ask something like this. Occasionally, the younger man had a tendency to worry about things needlessly. To allay his doubt, the novelist answered, “The key is a standard hex key. I’m sure that in an absolute emergency, they could get it off you without cutting it. Also, when you’re on tour and I’m not with you, you’ll carry the key on you. Okay?”

Nodding his head, Shuichi smiled.

“There’s a little more to this second rule. Because of what this collar stands for: our devotion to one another for the rest of our lives, if we ever decide to go our separate ways, the collar must be removed and placed back in my hands.”

Shuichi didn’t like this at all. Talk of splitting up always upset him, dredging up horrible memories and the feelings that went with them. “You mean like, if things go bad again and you run to your Father’s temple, you’ll take the collar back?”

“When I place this collar on your neck, it will be my way of promising I’ll never leave your side. This is just in case you decide you no longer want to be with me one day. It’s your way out. I don’t need an escape route.”

Eyes lit with love, Shuichi shook his head and laughed a little. “Oh Eiri. Don’t you know yet? I’ll always belong to you. With or without a collar, I’m yours. Forever. I’ll never leave your side.”

Eiri didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. He already knew that Shuichi was serious about never leaving him. If there was any doubt left in him about the seriousness of their relationship, about their future together, he never would have bought that slave collar.

Shuichi moved back over to the opposite side of the Jacuzzi, crawling into his Master’s lap. They sat in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the feelings of peace and love in the air.

Drawing a deep breath and shattering the quiet around them, Eiri continued. “The third rule is that you’ll still be required to wear your training collar when we scene. I can’t attach a leash to the slave collar, or pull on it the way I normally would.”

“That makes sense,” Shuichi said, thinking about his training collar. It had become a little scratchy lately, starting to wear out.

“The fourth rule is that the collar will represent the vows we’ll make to one another. It binds both of us to them. Shu, I need you to tell me you understand this.”

With a smile that beamed from ear to ear, the sub answered, “I get what you’re saying, but it really is a lot to take in at once. Um, what are these vows?”

Eiri gently moved Shuichi off his lap. Sitting at his small lover’s side, he leaned back and rested his head against the tub, closing his eyes. “Well, things like trust, respect, loyalty and obedience. One of the reasons you’ll wear that collar is so that when we’re apart from one another, all you’ll need to do is touch it and you’ll be reminded of our commitment. This isn’t a game or another scene, and it’s not to be taken lightly.”

Shuichi held his breath for a moment and slid down under the water, wetting his hair. He knew what he wanted to say, but was afraid that if he spoke freely, he’d aggravate his easily annoyed Master. Surfacing and shaking the excess water away, he said, “Can I say something?”

Eiri ‘hn’d’ in response, which Shuichi took as a yes. “Um, this sounds a lot like, well, you know!”

The novelist knew exactly what he was driving at. Deciding to tease Shuichi a little more, he feigned ignorance. “Sounds like what?”

He liked watching Shuichi get exasperated. His cheeks would puff, and he’d clench and release his fists, as if trying to prime himself to deal with his irritation.

“Eiri! You know what I’m saying! This sounds like,” Shuichi’s voice dropped down to a barely audible whisper and he concluded, “a wedding.”

Lifting his head, Eiri growled a little. “How long have you and I been scening?”

“Umm, just over a year now.”

“And have you EVER bothered to research the different kinds of collars and their meanings?”

“Well, yeah! But I’d never presume…”

Not letting Shuichi finish his words, the novelist interrupted, his voice softening slightly. “What did you learn about the slave collar and the ceremony that goes along with it? What’s the first thing every single article, book, sensei, whoever, whatever, has to say about it?”

With a meek voice, the singer answered, “That it’s considered just as serious and binding as a wedding and a wedding ring?”

Smiling that private smile that made Shuichi’s heart pound and skip, Eiri continued, “Then what makes you think we’d do this any different? I have no desire to have a wedding, but, we will follow all the traditions, have a ceremony, and do this right from start to finish, if you agree to it. Okay?”

The sub crawled into Eiri’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly. “Okay. It’s just, I never thought this would happen! You’ve always been so against a solid commitment to me, and even though I really wanted this, I’ve never really let myself get my hopes up. Is this really happening?” Shuichi rested his head on Eiri’s chest and closed his eyes.

“Of course it’s really happening!” Eiri laughed a little with his answer. “We’re going to take our time and plan this out. I’m putting most of the responsibility for arranging the ceremony on you, and I want you to show me how well you can manage all the necessary tasks. Yes, you can ask for help. But for now, I think that’s enough about all this. You’re starting to overload, and we need to get ready to go home.”

Eiri was about to lift Shuichi off his lap when he noticed the wheels turning and smoking behind the singer’s eyes. Rarely was this a good sign.

“Um, Eiri, does this mean I can wear a wedding dress, cause I always loved Maiko’s and I bet she would let me borrow it.”

The novelist stood quickly, dumping his own personal annoyance off his lap and backwards into the water. Mumbling what sounded like, “Idiot” and “Stupidity!” and “I’ll strangle him with any dress he dares to put on,” Eiri climbed out of the tub and grabbed a towel. As he stormed from the room, Shuichi watched and cringed while the door to the bedroom slammed shut with the force of a natural disaster.

“Guess not!” he giggled, sinking under the water one last time to wet his unruly pink hair.

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After Hiro and Suguru left their friends room, Hiro fell uncomfortably silent. He opened their door and sat his sub down on the couch without so much as a word. Suguru couldn’t quite tell if his lover was angry or not, so he patiently waited in his sticky cum-spattered shorts to see what would happen. He passed the time picking at the flaky dried bits before they could make him any itchier than he already was.

The guitarist washed his face in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. The past hour with Yuki and Shuichi had actually been rather hot, and he was more than a little turned on by Suguru’s behavior. At the same time, he was embarrassed, and outright surprised at the way the two subs had bonded. Deciding that this situation needed to be addressed, he dried off and returned to the living room, finding Suguru sitting exactly where he’d left him.

It was obvious that the keyboardist knew something was off. He kept his eyes low and tried to look as submissive as possible. Hiro sat down next to him and took his hand, stroking the skin beneath his thumb gently.

“That was one hell of an experience, wasn’t it?”

Suguru immediately answered, “Yes, Sensei! It wasn’t at all what I expected.”

“That goes for both of us. I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed in you right now. Even Shuichi, who suffers from one of the worst cases of attention deficit disorder in the world, had more self control than you. You drooled over Yuki and masturbated with Shuichi in your lap. You even came in your pants.”

Blushing bright red, his breaths began to quicken and Suguru protested. “I wasn’t just looking at Yuki! I couldn’t help it! You just looked so hot up there, training on that slave! I’m sorry Sensei, you just really turned me on.”

Hiro was no longer able to maintain his low-level anger. “Ohh, so you like watching me Dom someone else?”

“No, that’s not it Sensei. I liked watching you, because I pretended it was me up there, not Rei-kun.”

Now that was one hell of a confession. Suguru had just admitted to wanting to experience pain when they scened, albeit in a roundabout way. Hiro couldn’t be happier.

“Okay, we can do that in the future. But, in the meantime, we still need to address your little self control problem. I think a little discipline is in line.”

Suguru face-dropped, not expecting this turn of events. He still wasn’t anywhere near being used to this lifestyle yet, so things still threw him for a loop. “I’m sorry Sensei, I really am! I’ll accept your discipline.”

“Good boy. Follow me.” They stood and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

TBC…

A/N: And another chapter come and gone! I REALLY hope you enjoyed this chapter; it’s really the beginning of a whole new story for Eiri and Shuichi. Thanks for my reviews and all the encouragement you’ve sent my way.

On a serious note, in response to the review from Tornado, you are absolutely right, and I ask your forgiveness. While GS and scat play do not appeal to me, I know it is a part of the lifestyle, and I’m truly sorry to you and anyone else I offended.

[1] See pictures of a collar I based this one on in my LJ – ffpanda. It doesn’t show the diamonds or the tag, so you’ll have to use your imagination. It’s the closest I could find.
http://ffpanda.livejournal.com/18181.html

[2] More about Hanko – a very interesting read! (Or see my LJ for photos)
http://www.oren.jp/hanko_3.htm
AshCat (Photoash), thank you for introducing me to Hanko! HUGS!!!
Nolan (Tenth aka gottlieb_omen), thank you SO much for pointing me down the right path with your wonderful info! BIG HUG!!!

And of course special thanks go to AshCat for all her help and friendship – I couldn’t have done this without her!! BIG BIG HUGS!!! And lots of COOKIES and goodies and warm thoughts being sent your way!

And more special thanks to Ashley Vulpix – for translating my perversion into Spanish and helping me corrupt MORE of the world! HUGS GIRL! (and a hug to Lalo too)

NEXT CHAPTER: Discipline for Suguru, and the drive home. Time for a return to normalcy (HAA!)