Depravity

It had been a long day of work for the boys of Bad Luck. They recorded a new song and spent several hours working on a few new arrangements for the concert next month. Once again, it was a sold out concert, and Shuichi agreed with his Producer, Manager and President – always keep things fresh and new!

K tried to think of a way to incorporate the secrets he’d heard of Shuichi’s life into the next concert. Maybe Shuichi-Kun could perform in pony boots? He’d worn a BDSM harness on stage on a few occasions, so to up it one wouldn’t seem that far a stretch. The main problem was in knowing he’d overheard a very private conversation.

The other problem was Shuichi’s recent aversion to collars. He refused to wear one anymore. At first, K thought that possibly Shuichi had a problem with the BDSM connotations of a collar, but that no longer sounded right. He had a lot of dilemmas to work out.

He wasn’t sure how to broach the issue. If only Yuki-san wasn’t such a neat freak and had left a toy or two lying out for him to ‘accidentally’ stumble upon… Maybe he’d just have to ghost the boys until he ‘overheard’ another conversation, then he could walk in on them and drop his idea.

Today would present no such opportunity. Apparently, Hiro was going home with Shuichi-Kun that night to have dinner and hang out. They’d avoided all discussions sexual in nature, obviously planning on continuing their talks while in a more private setting. That was fine – K could bide his time…

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“Tadaima!!” Shuichi waited for the reply, but instead was met with silence. He and Hiro switched to house slippers and walked into the living room, laughing loudly. After a quick search that did not result in finding the novelist, Shuichi stumbled upon a quickly scrawled note in the kitchen:

“Meeting Mika for dinner. See you around 9. Eiri”

Shuichi took the note and slipped it into a small box in his closet before turning back to his best friend.

”What’s with the box, Shu?” Hiro scratched his head, expecting Shuichi to throw out the note, not put it away.

“Um, it’s a memory box. I put little notes and things like that in it. When things get rough, it helps. SO! What do you want for dinner?”

Hiro laughed. Leave it to Shuichi to be so sentimental. It was actually cute. He wondered if Yuki knew that Shuichi saved things like that.

They ordered Japanese delivery, and 40 minutes later sat down at the low table to enjoy their veritable feast. Gyoza, Tsukemono, Tonkatsu, Yakizakana, Onigiri, white rice, and some Anmitsu [1] for dessert was spread out before them in abundance. There was more than enough to heat up a dish for Eiri later if he was hungry, and the boys dug in.

Hiro was glad that Yuki was gone for the next few hours. Reading and fantasizing, while somewhat satisfying, didn’t give him what he thought was a fully realistic view of the BDSM lifestyle. Who better to talk to than someone who walked the walk?

“Shu, tell me more about your weekend. You said it didn’t end with the pony play, right?”

Shuichi spoke through a mouth full of food. “Sure, but before I do, I have a couple of questions for you. Are you thinking about getting into this yourself?”

Hiro nodded yes as he downed half a beer.

“GREAT! So, um, I never EVER assume about this. Are you a Dom or a sub?”

“Dom,” Hiro replied quickly, “I think. I mean, I can’t really imagine myself on the other end.”

“Yeah, Eiri’s not a switcher either, but sometimes we’ll roll-play a little partial switch. We didn’t do that this past weekend, so I’ll tell you about that another time. Next question. Are you looking for a mentor?”

“Huh?” There were mentors in the lifestyle? Well that would certainly make things easier!

“Even Eiri had a mentor long before I met him. It was just someone who was into mostly the same aspects of play as he was, that answered questions and taught him the rules and all that. Not a sexual partner or anything like that. You can’t just jump into this, that’s really dangerous.

“You should consider finding a mentor.” Shuichi continued. “I don’t know if Eiri would do it, but if you want me to ask him, I will. Also, when Eiri first started out in this, he was made to sub once. Something about, ‘you shouldn’t Dom if you’ve never sub’ed.’ He said it was really interesting, and it did give him a better understanding of a sub’s mind. Maybe that’s why he let’s us switch play a little every now and then.”

Hiro considered this. He didn’t know if he could handle the thought of discussing this stuff with Yuki. “I’ll let you know. I’m not sure right now. Any other questions?” Hiro raised one eyebrow.

“Yeah! So are you into BD, D/s, S/M or a combination?”

Hiro dropped his chopsticks. He didn’t remember reading about anything like that last night. He figured it just stood for Bondage Dominance Sadism Masochism. “What do you mean?”

Shuichi readjusted his position, grabbed another pickle and explained what all the letters meant. “BD is Bondage & Discipline. D/s is Dominance & submission. S/M is Sadism and Masochism. I guess it should really be BDDSSM, but that’s just too long. I mentioned before, Eiri and I aren’t into pain. Not that he can’t be a bit sadistic. HE CAN!” Shuichi growled a little before continuing. “That thing with the ice hurt like hell, but it wasn’t outside my limits, so I didn’t stop him.”

“You could stop him? I thought that whatever your Dom wants to do, he does.”

“Yeah, in bad stories maybe. But not in real life. We set our limits and boundaries months ago. Like neither of us would ever allow a scene based on any form of rape. And we don’t do knife play, even without blood. Stuff like that.” Shuichi paled a little while discussing knives and rape. There were couples out there that got off on that kind of play, but it hit too close to home for both him and Eiri, and they decided to stay away from anything that might mess with their heads in a really bad way. “We do dabble in pain a bit, like the ice, and sometimes clothespins, and spankings,” at the mention of spankings, Shuichi smiled from ear to ear, “but we really don’t go to much beyond that.”

“Hmm,” Hiro continued eating while thinking. “I guess the Bondage, Discipline, Dominance and submission parts of it interest me most. I can’t see myself whipping or purposely hurting someone, just so I could get off on it. But tying them up and getting them so turned on that they beg for it… Or knowing that I control a person’s every sensation, every move, every reaction, and that I can maybe punish or reward them at my whim… That sounds fantastic!” Hiro smiled at the images his conversation brought to his mind.

“Eiri is into Bondage, but I’m not. If you want to know about any of that beyond handcuffs and blindfolds, you’ll have to talk to him. But I can tell you about the other stuff. Like Discipline and D/s. We did a lot of that the next day.”

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“You ready to start, brat?” Eiri stood inside the bathroom dressed only in his yukata [2] and waited for his koibito’s answer.

Shuichi stood naked before him and quickly knelt down. “Yes sir. I’m ready.”

“Before we start, are you sure? You’re feeling up to this, better than last night?” Broken scenes were not fun. They meant a failure on one of their parts, and could actually be very damaging to a relationship if not handled correctly. Pushing your sub to scene while he’s still dealing with sub-drop would be a mistake.

“Yes sir, I feel much better, and am looking forward to pleasing you.” Shuichi smiled while keeping his eyes down. He meant what he said, he couldn’t wait to see what his Dom had planned for him.

“Very good,” answered Eiri. “For the rest of the weekend, you will call me Master or Sir, and I will call you boy. Let’s start with a shower. Oh, and you’re to remain on your hands and knees unless I tell you otherwise, or have you perform a task that requires you to stand. And you will cum only when I give you permission. Here, put this on.” He handed Shuichi a cock ring and watched as his boy slipped it down his length.

Eiri walked over to the shower and waited for his boy to follow him. Shuichi crawled behind him and once Eiri stopped, he stood to remove the robe from his Master’s body. Turning the water on, they both moved under the spray and Shuichi took up his position at Eiri’s feet.

“Bathe me.”

Shuichi took a shower sponge and lathered it with soap. Starting with Eiri’s feet, Shuichi scrubbed every inch of his body. He made his way slowly up his Master’s body and greedily eyed the half-hard cock. He looked up into Eiri’s eyes and licked his lips, silently offering service should his Dom want it.

“Please me with this bath first.” Eiri turned around and let Shuichi continue to wash him. Shuichi concentrated on cleaning his skin, and allowed his fingers to slip down to tease his Dom’s entrance. When he met no resistance, he slipped a soapy digit pass the tight muscle and stoked inside Eiri’s body, eliciting a moan from him. Eiri allowed Shuichi to continue touching him in such an intimate manner until the sensations began to become too strong. He pulled away and demanded his sub continue bathing him.

Once his boy finished scrubbing him from chest to toe, Eiri washed his hair quickly and then turned his back to Shuichi once more.

“Continue what you started, but use your tongue.” Shuichi knelt behind Eiri and spread him open. Swiping his tongue across the muscled ring, he shivered at Eiri’s impassioned response. The water made Eiri’s skin slippery, making his task difficult. Eiri wanted more penetration, so he bent over at the waist and spread his legs further leaning his arms against the tile wall, allowing Shuichi to slip his tongue inside and stimulate him more.

Shuichi’s cock swelled and throbbed, but he dared not touch himself. He concentrated on pleasuring his Master and began running his tongue from the soft skin behind Eiri’s sac back to his entrance, slipping inside with every upward swipe. Eiri’s breath caught in his throat with every penetration, and his sac drew up in anticipation of his impending orgasm.

Before that could happen, Eiri stood up straight and pulled away from Shuichi. Turning around to face him, Eiri stared at his kneeling sub who was dripping water and panting with excitement.

“Open your mouth.” Shuichi did as commanded, and Eiri grasped his cock and lowered the head between his lips. Shuichi knew better than to take any liberties and kept himself perfectly still, not even daring to lick the drop of pre-cum from the tip of Eiri’s member. Eiri rubbed his cock around Shuichi’s lips and when he drew back, a thin pearl line ran from Shuichi’s bottom lip to the tip of his cock.

He thrust his cock back into Shuichi’s mouth and ordered him, “Suck me, boy.” Shuichi eagerly complied with the order. He ran his tongue around the head, licking up the newly formed drop of pre-cum. Eiri tasted bitter and salty and a little sweet, probably from his strawberry shortcake obsession. Shuichi knew how to best pleasure his Dom, and because he was aching for his own release, he decided to skip the teasing and bring Eiri off as fast as possible.

He created a tight suction around Eiri’s cock, and every time he pulled back, his cheeks hollowed out and tightened around the shaft. He tickled the spot directly behind the head, the little inverted V-shaped indentation, knowing the stimulation would drive Eiri crazy.

Eiri’s knees nearly buckled as Shuichi worked him. He was already hard as a rock from the rim job, so close to cumming, that it took almost nothing to finally push him over. The tickling tongue working that one spot behind the head of his cock caused flashes of white to burst in Eiri’s eyes, and with an heated cry, he came.

Shuichi was always amazed by his Dom’s virility. Every time he came, it was with great quantity. As Eiri filled his mouth, the pink haired singer struggled to swallow the milky hot fluid, but unfortunately a small amount escaped his lips and ran down his chin. Shuichi knew he couldn’t lift his arms to wipe it away. He secretly hoped the water from the shower would wash it clean before his Dom could see it. It was one of Eiri’s long-standing scening rules. Shuichi was to swallow ALL his cum during a blowjob. Any spillage would result in punishment.

The moment the wish that the water would wash away the cum entered his mind, Shuichi regretted it. There weren’t many steady rules that his Dom had enforced, and to fail his Master at one of the simplest of all of them was unacceptable. He knew he was in for punishment, and was ready to accept whatever Eiri decided to dole out on him.

Eiri finished his orgasm and pulled back to praise his sub. He immediately saw the small trail of cum trailing out Shuichi’s mouth and down his chin. “You know the rule. While that was an excellent rim and blowjob, I won’t ignore the fact that you didn’t swallow every drop. You will be punished. Stand up, finish your shower and meet me in the living room.”

Eiri walked out of the shower, grabbed his towels and left the room. Shuichi rushed to finish his ablutions.

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Hiro and Shuichi were sitting on the living room floor, and at the talk of punishments, Hiro stopped his friend’s talking. “You were punished this weekend?”

“Yeah, a few times. When Eiri swatted me with the crop the night before, that was a small punishment. But the punishment for missing a few drops was much more harsh.”

Shuichi wasn’t the slightest bit uncomfortable discussing his punishment. Hiro was shocked – on the web boards and sites he visited, he’d often read that punishments could be rather harsh. A sub might be forced to stand against a wall, naked, with his face pressed against the cold surface until nearly passing out. Or he might be bound, gagged and beat. Or forced to suffer some horrible humiliation, possibly even in public. Why wasn’t Shuichi angry about this? Hiro voiced his question.

“I deserved the punishment,” responded Shuichi. “Punishment isn’t only about pain, and it’s not done just for the pleasure of the Dominant or so that he can assert control over me. My error wasn’t only in spilling a little, it was in my response. So, I really wanted to be punished, so I could get on with the scene without guilt. It kinda let me, um, clean myself of my mistake.”

Yuki could be a very threatening person, and Hiro couldn’t begin to imagine what he orchestrated for Shuichi. “So how bad did it hurt?” he asked.

“It didn’t! Like I said, it’s not about physical pain all the time,” Shuichi continued. “Later in the weekend, I was punished in ways that were more painful, but this mistake was more of a disappointment to Eiri, rather than me acting out against him or deliberately trying to anger him, or even failing at some major task he appointed me to complete. So he punished me by making me decide how I would be punished for the rest of the weekend, and possibly the next few times we scened. I made my own punishment box.”

TBC…..


A/N:

Wow, so many awesome reviews! THANK YOU! You are food for my soul!!

The general consensus is that Hiro should be paired with a male, namely Suguru. Damn, you guys are just as twisted as me! I mean, is Suguru even of legal age?? Okay, so I’m going to pull out my Gravitation mangas and figure out the logistics of this. If he’s not 18, I can’t make it work! But, um, I think he will be 18, after all, this is 1 year after manga 12, so, yeah, 18 he is! And there have been a couple of people that want to see Hiro sub… well, that was kinda always a maybe. Consider that a TINY hint of possible things to come. But remember – NO PAIRINGS OF EIRI/HIRO or SHUICHI/HIRO will occur in this story. I can’t stand the two stars with anyone but each other.

[1] Wanna know what they ate?

Gyoza are fried dumplings with a filling usually made of minced vegetables and ground meat.

Tsukemono are Japanese pickles. There are many variety of pickles, and a small dish with some pickles is served with most Japanese meals.

Tonkatsu are deep fried pork cutlets. Tonkatsu is usually served with shredded cabbage or on top of cooked rice or with Japanese style curry rice (katsu kare).

Yakizakana means grilled fish. Many varieties of fish are enjoyed in this way.

Onigiri are rice balls made of cooked rice and usually wrapped with a nori seaweed. They are slightly salted and often contain some additional food in the center, for example an umeboshi (pickled Japanese apricot), katsuobushi (dried bonito shavings), tuna or salmon.

Anmitsu is made of small cubes of agar, a white translucent jelly made from seaweed, served in a bowl with sweet azuki bean paste or anko (the an part of anmitsu), boiled beans, and a variety of fruits. The fruits include melon slices, preserved oranges, pieces of pineapples, canned fruit, and strawberries although it may vary from season to season, depending on availability. The anmitsu usually comes with a small pot of sweet black syrup, or mitsu (the mitsu part of anmitsu) which one pours onto the jelly before eating.

[2] Yukata – Japanese house robe

NEXT CHAPTER: The PUNISHMENT BOX!!! Doom Doom DOOM! Nah, not really. It’s not as bad as it sounds. And, the POINT BOX!! Much more fun!! Like seriously, amazingly hentai fun! See you in a few days!!!

Oh, and to anyone out there that’s suffering from the same flu as me, my heart goes out to you!