Depravity

Shuichi finished his shower quickly, using the extra time to prep himself. When they played, Eiri had a tendency to take him without stretching him first, and Shuichi learned early on to keep himself well lubed and ready. His body needed to be at his Master’s disposal at all times, and if Shuichi was too tight to allow penetration, it interfered with both their pleasure.

Once Shuichi was ready, he walked out the bathroom, through the bedroom and to the hall. The moment he set foot in the hall, he dropped to his knees and crawled to the living room. Eiri was awaiting him.

Once again, Eiri had dressed for their play. He was wearing black leather pants that were so tight, they left nothing to the imagination. His shirt was a black silk button-down, left open down to his navel. The sleeves were rolled up revealing a black leather strip on his left wrist, and one of Shuichi’s favorite accessories on his right. It was Eiri’s Master bracelet and rings.

The entire piece was made of gold with a single thin line of silver running through the center. The bracelet was clasped tight around his wrist and branched off into four gold chains. Each chain was attached to a ring, and each ring had a single sparkling diamond set into it.

Shuichi had presented Eiri with the Master bracelet and rings for his birthday last February. When his own birthday rolled around in April, it had been his hope that Eiri would present him with a Slave collar to replace his training collar. Sadly for Shuichi, it didn’t happen. It was at that point that Shuichi stopped wearing any kind of collar on stage or outside of a scene.

The singer knew he had the right to beg for his Slave collar, but found his insecurities well up in him every time he wanted to ask. Before the weekend began, he tried once again to work up enough courage to plead for a new collar, but just as every time before, his nerve left him once he looked into the eyes of his Dom. He knew another weekend of scening would pass, and once again he would not beg for what he wanted most of all.

Eiri walked over to the couch and sat. “Come here, boy. It’s time for your punishment.”

Shuichi crawled to his Dom’s side and sat back on his legs, awaiting instruction. On the coffee table in front of them were a small wooden box, a pen, and several pieces of paper.

Before beginning, Eiri slipped a black leather collar around Shuichi’s neck. It was the standard training collar they had been using for the past year. He also slipped the cock ring back onto Shuichi’s now soft member.

“Your punishment for not swallowing every drop of my cum is to make your own punishment box. I’m disappointed in you, and demand that you try much harder to follow my rules.

“For the rest of our scene,” he continued, “when you are in need of punishment, you will pull one piece of paper from this box and be subjected to whatever it says. Right now, you’re going to come up with those punishments. Start off writing five, and if I feel the need, we’ll make more later. For each punishment you come up with that I like, I’ll smack you once. For each one you come up with that I don’t like, I’ll smack you twice. What I will not accept are punishments that are rewards in disguise. When you’re finished, I’ll add one more punishment to the box, one that is utterly humiliating. Any questions so far?”

Shuichi inwardly groaned. He couldn’t imagine a worse situation to be in. Eiri would want him to be cruel, and Shuichi knew that any time the box was brought into play, he would sweat with fear.

He finally answered, “No Sir, no questions,” and awaited further instructions.

“Get started,” Eiri barked at him.

With pen in hand, Shuichi struggled to come up with the first entry to the box. The surest form of punishment was spanking, and he immediately wrote the first punishment out. Handing it to Eiri, he sat back and awaited his judgment.

Eiri read aloud, “’The sub will be turned over the Dominant's knee and given a punishment spanking.’ Acceptable. Fold it twice and put it in the box. Then present your ass to me.”

Shuichi did as he was told, and the moment he knelt with his posterior facing his Master, Eiri smacked him hard, leaving a red handprint on his left cheek.

The next two punishment entries came slowly to Shuichi’s mind. Each was read aloud, and followed with a single smack to his ass:

“The sub will beg to be brought to orgasm, and the Dom will decide whether or not to grant release.”

“The sub will repeatedly write out what he has done wrong until the Master is satisfied.”

The next entry displeased Eiri. It involved bringing too much pleasure for his sub.

“The sub will be brought to the edge of orgasm, and then stop.”

This entry earned him two very hard smacks, bringing tears to Shuichi’s eyes.

The final two entries were acceptable to Eiri, and each earned Shuichi a single smack to his already sore and reddened ass.

“The sub is not allowed to sit on any furniture for the next 5 waking hours.”

“The sub will sleep at the foot of the bed.”

Eiri added one final entry to the box that Shuichi was not allowed to see. He knew it was humiliating, and the though of drawing it made him shake.

“Very good boy. Now go kneel in the corner until I’m ready to continue. Reflect on your punishment and wait for me to call you.” Eiri pointed to the far corner of the room, and once his sub was settled in, he brought out his laptop and sat down to work.

Even worse than the punishment itself was the knowledge that Eiri took time out of their day to write. The knowledge that this was his true punishment dawned slowly on Shuichi. It could have been much worse – Eiri could have locked himself in his office rather than work in the same room as him. For that, he was grateful.

After 30 minutes, Eiri closed down the laptop and called his sub back to him. Shuichi crawled across the room and settled at Eiri’s feet.

“The punishment is over and I am satisfied with your payment. I expect you to be better prepared for my orgasms in the future, and any further mistakes of this nature will result in stronger punishment. Do you understand?”

Shuichi kept his eyes down and answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Good. I have something for you.” Eiri pointed to the table where the punishment box now sat. Next to it was a white box, similar in size and shape. “Bring me the new box.”

Shuichi immediately retrieved it and presented it to his Master. Eiri explained its purpose.

“This is a point box. It’s like the punishment box, but more fun for both of us. There are quite a few games in here, and each item is assigned a certain number of points. It is your task to complete as many as possible to earn 30 points by the end of the weekend. If you do, I have a reward for you. If you don’t, you’ll start at zero the next weekend we scene, and will keep trying until you reach 30 and gain your reward.

“There are two high scoring items in the box – if you’re lucky you’ll pull them early on. Go ahead and pull out the first slip of paper.”

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Hiro arrived at NG at his regular time the next morning. He walked quietly to their studio and found Suguru sitting at the computer completely engrossed in something. Hiro always liked Suguru. In a way, he reminded him of Shuichi. He was petite, seemingly gentle-hearted and highly talented. The similarities pretty much stopped there. While Shuichi could talk non-stop for hours on end, Suguru rarely said anything unless there was a reason to speak.

Hiro peered around Suguru’s shoulder and was shocked at what he saw displayed on the screen. The keyboardist was looking at a slide show of pictures of Bad Luck. They were PR photos that had been taken over the course of their career. The photos themselves were not really a shock to him – the shock stemmed from the fact that the photos were not of the three of them, but only of him, Hiro.

There were photos of him dressed in leather and lace. Photos of him reposing with his guitar. Photos of him on stage. Why Suguru would focus on photos of him and only him was so far a complete mystery. As fast as each photo flashed on the screen, it was replaced with the next one.

Eventually, the PR photos ran out and were replaced with pictures from the media and their private lives. There were pictures of him walking down the street, returning from a shopping trip. There were pictures of him riding his bike through the heart of Tokyo. There were even pictures of him from last year’s Holiday Party, his cheeks reddened from both the cold and a few beers.

Hiro watched as Suguru reached out to the screen when a particularly flattering picture of him appeared. The keyboardist seemed to move in slow motion as his fingers stroked the digital representation of Hiro’s face and neck with a gentleness that spoke volumes. It was so private, so secret, and it immediately turned Hiro on.

The guitarist stood silent for a few moments, thinking about what he was watching. He always thought Suguru was very attractive, but was convinced the boy was completely straight! That night after the song contest with Sakuma-San [1], Suguru seemed to be turned off seeing Shuichi and Eiri make out in the parking lot. But here he was, caressing a photo of a guy, and not just any guy, of HIM!

Rather than sneak out of the room and pretend he didn’t see anything, Hiro decided to confront Suguru. “Wouldn’t you rather touch the real thing?”

Suguru jumped up and let out a loud squeak of surprise and humiliation. He had been caught! Up to today, he’d been so careful, coming in early in the morning to avoid being seen by anyone. He looked at his watch and realized his error. He was so caught up in the photos of the object of his desires, that he didn’t realize how fast the time went by. Hiro hadn’t come in early, Suguru had lost track of the time.

Hiro smiled as he watched the emotions run across his friend’s face. There was terror, anger, extreme embarrassment, and something else. Suguru’s eyes were slightly hazy, and when Hiro looked down, he understood the reason. Suguru was hard. That final emotion was lust, and Hiro couldn’t be happier.

“I said, wouldn’t you rather touch the real thing?” Hiro smiled gently at Suguru, who seemed to have phased out of the room. Just as he had reached slowly for the picture of Hiro, Suguru’s arm made the slow trek upwards until his fingers brushed his friend’s face.

Oh it was so much softer than he imagined. Hiro’s chin had absolutely no stubble – it was perfectly smooth. He ran his fingers up to Hiro’s his temple, his eyes following every inch of his progress. When Hiro leaned into his touch, the spell was broken and he was snapped back to reality. Their eyes met, and Suguru immediately panicked. He snapped back his arm and turned to run from the room.

Before he could get out, K and Shuichi walked in and blocked his movements. K grabbed his keyboardist and carried him back into the room, oblivious to the drama that had been going on only moments earlier.

Luckily for Suguru, his erection disappeared as soon as his mind processed what was going on. He also noticed that Hiro had shut off the slide show, bringing up the homepage for NG instead, and let out a sigh of pure relief.

He couldn’t believe that Hiro let him touch him like that! His fingers still seemed to tingle from the contact, and he caught himself starting at Hiro and retracing the path that his hand had made earlier with his eyes. The moment Hiro looked at him, he would turn away and focus on his keyboards.

As the day went on, he noticed that Hiro seemed to be spending as much time staring at him as he was at Hiro. Little thoughts and ideas started sneaking into his mind. Thoughts like, “Maybe he likes me too,” and “I wonder if he’d let me touch him again,” and “Kami, he looks so hot today!” Every time the last thought rose up, he would blush deep and find it necessary to recompose himself.

Suguru grew bolder as the hours passed, and toward the end of the day, he finally decided to have courage and hold Hiro’s glance as long as the guitarist would allow. Shuichi began singing, oh KAMI help him, Welcome to my Romance. He could play this song blindfolded, so playing it while staring at Hiro shouldn’t be a problem. Right?

The music started, and Shuichi began singing. Both Suguru and Hiro sang backup to this one, and as they started to play, their eyes met and locked. Suddenly, the words of the song took on a whole new meaning, and Suguru began to doubt his decision, but rather than back down from the stare, he held Hiro’s eyes with such conviction that Hiro almost seemed to falter slightly.

Hiro never once turned away when his eyes met Suguru’s. He had been thoroughly enjoying their little game of cat and mouse, and was slightly thrown when Suguru decided to hold his gaze. Locked on two of the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen, Hiro continued to play the song from memory. As he sang the words, the only real distraction was the stirring in his groin. Suguru had been doing things all day that turned him on. Hiro loved the way Suguru ate Pocky (and silently decided it was a snack created by a demon to tempt one into sin), and watching the slender hands dance over the keys only made Hiro wish Suguru would dance those hands over something much more intimate. The brief touches he’d enjoyed on his face were downright erotic, and Hiro wanted more!

The part of the song where they simulated sex was rapidly approaching. It was Suguru’s job to pant and moan, while Hiro backed up Shuichi’s exclamations of passion. When Hiro watched Suguru gasp, his erection sprang up full force. Suguru’s mouth was rounded in an ‘O’ shape and his chest heaved slightly with each pant. Hiro’s guitar hid the telltale bulge in his jeans.

Suguru was just as enchanted with Hiro. As the guitarist called out “So tell me what you want me to…”, flashes of fantasies played against his eyes. He had so many things he wanted Hiro to…

The blood rushed to his face and Suguru dropped his eyes down to the keyboard. Hiro struggled to control his own hormones as they rushed through his body and danced “Stomp to My Beat” on his brain. He couldn’t help but wonder if Suguru was so submissive only because he was embarrassed, or if he would continue this trend into the bedroom. He made the decision to find out someday.

His plan was to approach Suguru the moment they were released from work, but Suguru hadn’t recovered from his day of flirting enough to attempt a conversation, and ran from the room finally making the escape he had been attempting earlier.

Hiro was fine with that. He had Suguru’s phone number, and decided to call him at home later tonight. Maybe it would be easier for the keyboardist to talk over the phone rather than in person. Excited by the prospect, Hiro declined dinner with Shuichi and made his way to his apartment quickly.

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Suguru watched the phone as it rang. One ring, and the caller ID lit up. Two rings, and it displayed Hiroshi, Nakano. Three rings, and Suguru’s stomach did flip-flops and while his brain staged a battle – to answer or not to answer. Four rings and he realized he had only a second before the phone switched over to voice mail.

Suguru reached down and picked up the receiver. “Moshi Moshi Hiro, what’s up?” He tried his best to sound casual, non-frazzled. He failed miserably as his voice cracked under the strain.

Hiro heard him crack and held back a laugh. He was being totally cute and it had only been five seconds! “Well, we didn’t get to talk today, and I thought we should.”

Before he could continue, Suguru interrupted him, “Hiro, I’m SO sorry! I know that everything looked really freaky, and I’m not really freaky! It’s not that I have a crush on you, um, well, okay, maybe I have a LITTLE crush on you, but you don’t ever have to say or do anything and I wish you’d never found out and I’m so embarrassed, and I hope you don’t hate me but if you do it’s okay, I understand.” After such a long run-on sentence, Suguru was totally out of breath and panted quietly.

Hiro laughed to himself. ‘I guess he’s more like Shuichi than I thought!’ He had no idea that Suguru was even capable of saying so much so fast! “I don’t hate you! I thought we could talk more, and maybe see where this could go. What do you think? Wanna go out tomorrow night?”

Suguru was floored. He never expected that response! He didn’t think things like this could happen to him. Oh, maybe to his Cousin, or to his co-stars in Bad Luck, but never to him! He knew what Hiro meant, but before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “You mean like on a date?”

“Yeah, I mean on a date,” Hiro answered with a laugh in his voice. “Tomorrow night after work. What do you say?” Hiro was excited. He heard the anticipation and joy in Suguru’s voice and hoped the answer was yes.

“Um, wow, okay, yeah, sure!” With each word, Suguru grew more and more self-assured, and the final word came out more as a demand than a response. He realized he was grinning like a baka and tried to reel in his emotions a little. Nope, no such luck. That grin refused to go. Suguru silently thanked Hiro for asking him over the phone rather than in person.

“Great! Ok, so my treat, tomorrow. Are you busy now, do you want to talk some?” Hiro hoped to strike up a conversation with Suguru, and maybe even get into some steamy topics with him.

“Not busy, what do you want to talk about?” Suguru answered. He took the cordless phone with him and sat on his couch. A few months earlier, Suguru had finally moved out of his parent’s house into his own home. It wasn’t anything large and palatial, it had just enough room for him to live comfortably. He was grateful to be alone without his parents to interrupt him. This was hard enough for him as it was, without the added parental pressure he grew up with.

They launched into a conversation about themselves. Hiro wanted to know all about Suguru the person versus Suguru the keyboardist. He liked everything he heard (well, he didn’t like the part that Suguru ate natto beans [2], but he liked everything else).

In kind, Suguru was happy to hear more about his partner, the genius guitarist. He was surprised to learn that Hiro had been valedictorian, and was originally headed for medical school. When asked if he regretted his decision to go the route of rock star musician, Hiro vehemently denied it. “After all,” he answered, “chances are I never would have met you, right?” Hiro could hear Suguru blush over the phone.

Hiro took that as his opening to shift their conversation to something much more private.

“You know, you were seriously effecting me earlier today at the studio. Where’d you learn to flirt like that?”

There were a few moments of silence as Suguru gathered his thoughts, once again blushing to the tips of his ears. “Um, I don’t know. You were doing some big time flirting yourself.”

Hiro laughed. “Of course, I saw something I really liked and I wanted you to know. I didn’t know you were into guys like that.”

Suguru’s response was fast and his voice had risen a few octaves. “What about you?! You were dating Ayaka-San up to a few weeks ago. Since when are you, um gay?”

“I’m not,” Hiro answered. “I’m bi. People tend to forget that being bi is also a sexual preference and never ask me. But I am.”

Suguru laughed in response. “Yeah, me too. So did you and Shuichi ever…”

Hiro practically screamed, “NO!” before Suguru could finish his question, and then immediately amended his answer. “Well, not exactly. We never dated, and I was never really interested in a relationship with him beyond our friendship, but we did occasionally fool around. Like, we’d kiss sometimes, in fact we were each other’s first kiss. But it wasn’t all romantic and sweet. We just got turned on watching a movie and wanted to know what it was like. I thought it was okay, and Shuichi swooned off into Never Never Land. And, we used to jerk off together while looking at porn. Although, I could never help but wonder, was Shuichi turned on by the porn, or by me jerking off? It never bothered me.”

Suguru’s mental images were pounding against the back of his eyes. He envisioned Hiro kissing him, and then Hiro stroking himself while looking at some random magazine. He reached down to adjust himself and left his hand cupping his sac while his thumb stroked up and down on his shaft through his shorts.

“Wow, I didn’t know that about you two.” Suguru’s voice had taken on a breathy quality, and it turned Hiro on to no end. He wondered if his younger friend was touching himself, and without conscious effort, his own hand reached down to stroke himself over his boxers. He decided to try to get Suguru panting the way he did during ‘Welcome to my Romance’.

“Yeah, when it came to sex, I was always a bit ahead of Shuichi. I even had to teach him how to jerk off at first. Once he learned the basics, he got into it and we’d spend hours locked away in our rooms together having cum contests.”

With a slight hitch in his breath, Suguru asked, “What’s a cum contest?”

Hiro gripped himself tighter and responded, “Man, you mean you never jerked off with a friend and challenged each other? We’d try to see who could shoot off the furthest distance, or who came the most. Standing there with a handful of cum in one hand and our cocks in the other made for some INTERESTING conversations!”

Suguru slipped his hand inside his shorts and pulled his erection through. Dipping the phone away from his mouth a bit to avoid heavy breathing into the receiver, he asked, “What would you guys look at?”

Hiro knew he had Suguru hard and dripping. He had to, he was himself. Tugging his own cock through his boxers and spreading the drops of pre-cum down his shaft, his voice dropped down to a sexy rumble as he answered.

“The normal stuff. Porno mags and movies. We’d always start off slow. We’d be soft when we first whipped them out, and as we looked at the pictures or scenes on the TV, we’d have the first contest: to see who could hold off getting hard the longest. I’d always win. The rule was that we had to hold on tight and stroke our length slowly. Shu would take one look at a close up fucking shot, or see one guy with a hard-on, and he would loose. Then we’d decide what kind of contest we were going to have next.”

Hiro smiled as a slight ‘shrleck’ sound was heard through the receiver. It sounded like Suguru was well beyond the soft stage and onto the dripping cum and throbbing stage.

Suguru knew that one stroke was overly loud and tried to cover his embarrassment by coughing and saying, “I never did anything like that with a friend. Sounds like it was fun. Did you always win?” His voice betrayed him again, making him sound like he was 14. He could hear Hiro chuckle.

“Nah, I won, Shu won, sometimes we’d get so caught up in the feelings that we’d forget the contest and just concentrate on cumming. We had four regular contests. The first was to see who could cum the furthest. We’d jerk off over my table for that one. I found that if I held back my orgasm by strangle-holding my cock, I could make it shoot really far. The second was to see who could cum the most. We’d cum in our palms and eyeball it. The third was to see who could cum the fastest (Shu ALWAYS won this one), and the fourth was to see who could take the longest.

“Once,” Hiro continued, “we had this contest to see who could cum the most times in an hour. Shu won hands down. He really got off on the whole, ‘one after another’ thing. I’m more into the slow pumping and tickling, making the feelings last really long while it builds until I pretty much can’t take it any more approach.”

“Must have been hot,” Suguru let slip. When he didn’t try to cover his admission, Hiro knew he was far-gone and pumping steadily. “So would you ever jerk each other off?”

Hiro was actually a little shocked by the question. He answered mostly without thinking. “We did once. We were watching a really good porno. We turned to look at each other at the same time, and made eye contact. We both reached for each other, and the movie was forgotten. It was the first time I ever felt someone’s hand on my cock other than my own. It was really hot, and neither of us lasted long. I think the fact that we didn’t look away from each other’s eyes was the hottest part of all.”

Immediately, memories of their flirting earlier came to Suguru’s mind. He wondered if Hiro was as turned on as he was, and with a silent moan, he came.

Hiro heard Suguru’s breath hiss out, and knew his friend was pushed past his peak. It brought him to his own orgasm, hot cum pumping out over his hand. He didn’t know what turned him on more, their conversation, or knowing that he could devise something this erotic for his friend.

They both sat silent on the phone while collecting their wits. After a few moments, they allowed their conversation to drift back to safer territory.

“So, where are we going tomorrow night?” Suguru asked. His voice was normal again.

Hiro thought for a moment. “Well, how about we start with dinner. Do you like Italian?”

Suguru nodded to himself while he answered, “Yeah, love it. That sounds good.”

“Great! Italian it is.” Hiro had the perfect restaurant in mind. It was mostly booths that had tall seat backs affording privacy, and the lights were always dim. “The rest will be a surprise. So we’re on for tomorrow?”

“Yes. After work. I’ll be ready.” The boys let their conversation drift off, and before long said goodbye. Both spent the night dreaming the most pleasant things. For Hiro, today had been a major release. To know that someone he was attracted to was also attracted to him was heady stuff. He couldn’t help but smile in anticipation of their date.

Suguru was pretty much thinking the same thing. Their conversation had been so private, so personal, so fucking hot! If they could turn each other on that much just from talking, he knew they were possibly in for one hell of a ride. He couldn’t wait!

TBC…..



A/N: Gotta have a lemon in every chapter! Otherwise, I won’t live up to my rating, right?

Once again, my darling reviewers, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I’m a review whore, for lack of a better term. I get so happy every time I get a new review :-D I love that you’re reading my story and enjoying it with me. It means there are other major hentais out there in the world beside me! Yippee!

[1] See manga 12 for some SWEET SMOOCHING!
[2] Natto beans are some of the nastiest things to be considered food in Japan. It’s a soy bean surrounded by what can only be described as snot, and they stink to high hell. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natto Oh, I think I’m going to be sick!

NEXT CHAPTER: Shuichi starts working up to 30 points. Hiro and Suguru go on their date. Lemony goodness all around!

SPECIAL NOTE!!! Oh P.L. Nunn, you’re the yaoi photo GODDESS! I have a photo that she created based on my story – her first Gravi pic! I’ll find a site to upload it to (anyone want to host both my pic and this story?). It’s hot and NOT work safe, but oh so perfect! YUMMY!! Pam, you RULE!

ANOTHER SPECIAL NOTE!! Ashcat, once again, THANK YOU for your help! You pushed me over a hurdle this week and helped me refocus my creative energy – so much credit goes to you!!!

See you in a day or two!!