Towers of Silence

Towers of Silence
-Breach
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“You know what I’m lacking?”

Gojyo, the most not virtuous water sprite on earth had asked me. I looked at him to tell whether he was referring to my cock or my love for him.

“No.”

He smirked and leaned closer and after biting into my ear he whispered: ”Some decent non-con. Consensual non-con.”

“With me or you on top…?”

“Actually I don’t care.”

He must have been really desperate if he would act either bottom or top but that was fine by me. I didn’t want to be top. Not after what had happened in that town. I looked away from him to hide my eyes.

“I’m still tired; you can be the top this time.”

He jumped off the bed and I nearly fell down on the floor. He looked so fucking pleased.

“Ooooh, really? It doesn’t happen quite often that you act the bottom, you know…very rare.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Anyway, there’s something I have wanted to show you for weeks…”

He ran to our lust cupboard and rummaged through the stuff in it. I was curious what he wanted to show me. But I was sure that I’d like it. Just like everything he had shown me until now. I was gnawing my lip and ripping off some dead skin from it, I did that quite often. Now he came back with his hands behind his back. While chewing on the skin and concentrating on not peering to the left he dropped the stuff on the bed.

When he appeared in my vision again he held something red in his hand. It looked weird and I couldn’t imagine having seen such a thing before. Now I had bitten down too hard and it hurt.

“What’s that?”

“Surprise. I’ll show you how this is used if you agree on playing the bottom.”

Maybe he knew that I surely wouldn’t agree on this if he told me what that thing was about so he forced me to agree on it. I hadn’t noticed but actually the show had just begun.

“That’s not fair.”

“Are you afraid of me?” he was grinning so maliciously that he looked even more worthy of being kicked.

“Do what you please…”

He straightened his back again and put the red thing on the bed.

“You are really moody, aren’t you? And really shouldn’t have said that but now I will do what will please me…”

I should have been moody? Maybe I was. Something bothered me but I couldn’t tell what it was. Sometimes I was just bitchy and didn’t know why. Maybe the world itself bothered me.
While I was still thinking about what could have pissed me off I felt his fingers firmly closing around my throat and I stuck out my tongue to try to breathe. I clutched at his hands but he didn’t give up his grip; submission to Gojyo meant total loss of control.

I gagged and gasped but he didn’t let go of me until he had chained my hands up with cuffs. The uncomfortable ones which were made of cold hard steel. When I heard them clicking I noticed that stinging pain in my stomach. I was a hopeless case.
Finally he removed his hand from my throat and I coughed and tried to breathe normally. But it didn’t last long like that, the next moment I tasted plastic in my mouth. My head was violently pulled back and he tied a knot with the strings of the gag.

He was serious about that non-con thing and to be honest I felt panic rise in me while he took the ability of speaking to him from me.

“You won’t tell me anyway if I hurt you too much. You’re much too proud than to do that, aren’t you?”

I heard him talking from behind and while speaking the last word I felt his fist colliding with my head so that I finally fell on the floor. He had tied my hands up on my back so I wasn’t even able to stand up by myself but this wasn’t necessary anyway. I still wore my pants and Gojyo obviously needed me naked because he knelt down and searched for the fly.

But I was the last to submit to him that easily. I acted up and squirmed and tried to move away from his hands. It was funny because I half did that because I really didn’t want him to take them off and half because it amused me that much to play the unwilling victim. Gojyo was tired of that game pretty quickly and he rammed his knee against the spot where my ribcage must have started and he pressed my chest down so that I was barely able to breathe.

Nevertheless I still moved my feet and tried to kick him, somehow, but Gojyo didn’t even let me hit him. After the second kick he took my wrists and shoved them into the direction of my head and that was such an uncomfortable and awful pain that I immediately stopped thrashing and just had to groan because of the intensive stings. He must have suppressed those feelings for a pretty long time because he was already hard while pulling off my pants.
If he continued to act like this we would need the help of Hakkai after our session.

I heard the pants falling on the floor and suddenly he let go of my hands. I groaned for a second time and tried to get them down to my ass. It was wonderful to feel the pain fade and I relaxed for a moment. But Gojyo didn’t give me the chance to relax. I was pulled up by my hair and thrown on the bed.

And somehow I really enjoyed it.

He turned me around so that I could face him and he held the red thing in front of my eyes. I was breathing hard through my nose and I couldn’t but stare at him with narrow eyes.

“This is. Something you will definitively not enjoy.”

I swallowed hard and now I wished I hadn’t agreed on his wish. I watched him going to the bathroom. And his comment worried me to no ends because I wouldn’t enjoy it for sure if he said that. He knew best what I liked and what not and actually it scared the hell out of me to wait there for him in silence to come back. It was funny to do that non-con thing but I didn’t have much experience in playing the victim. I had nearly always acted the rapist but on the other side…it was alright what he did to me. As long as it concerned physical pain I would be able to cope with it.

He came back and I turned around to lie on my side so that I wasn’t forced to look at him. Gojyo knelt down in front of me and held the thing up in front of my eyes.

“You will get the victim of a nice enema now.”, and he smirked his ass off.

I had just heard about that. I had never had the need for something like that and the pictures of such a torture I had been forced to see by a coincidence had disgusted me. It had been quite popular among the guests in that club, they had practiced that in the second room and while catching a look I had seen them.

I protested with another moan and at the same time I was irritated by feeling my cock uncomfortably aching while thinking about that torture. No way would I let this being done to me, I would struggle against it until he’d give it up.
I panicked and tried to move away from him but he jumped on the bed and with one foot he kicked me in the side so that I was lying on my belly again. I was still moaning and making sounds through my nose but he ignored them and knelt down between my feet.

Again I tried to turn around but he knelt down on my thighs and I was hopelessly pinned down. I moved my head to the side to see what he was doing: First he put a filled transparent plastic bag on a hook above the bed. It wasn’t that big but it didn’t bode well for me, just horrible things and emotions. The bag was tubed and he put a plastic cap on the end of that flexible tube. Now he looked down at me and when he saw my eyes which must have shown him my fear he smirked.

He bent down and kissed my ass.
“You have to lie on your side, it’s more comfortable then.”

I certainly wouldn’t move on my side and when he saw that I didn’t move, he violently gripped my upper arm and forced me to lie there like that. Once more I tried to squirm and move away but he held me down. I couldn’t help the whiny sound I made; I absolutely didn’t want him to do that with me. I jerked and a muffled cry escaped me when I felt his wet fingers on my cock and balls.

“Come on Sanzo, just look how hard you are…”

“MMH!”

It was horrible to not be able to speak or shout at him, he must have known why he had gagged me. I tried to peer over my shoulder to watch him and when he took the end of the tube I had to hold back the tears. Desperation, anger and tiredness filled my brain and I really didn’t feel turned on by that.
Or did I? It seemed like my cock was talking a different language as my mind was, I was all hard and ready to take a little more to come. And this just made it worse.

With one smooth glide he had shoved in the end of the tube and up to now it didn’t feel uncomfortable because I was used to bigger things than that. But I didn’t feel anything, I wondered if it would last like that but the moment I saw him turning the valve I was sure that it wouldn’t last like this. During the first minutes I still didn’t feel anything and I was lying there in a terrible expectation.

Gojyo also had lain down behind me and he whispered into my ear.
“This bag contains 3 litres. Normally…” he started rubbing my belly, “people can take about 1 litre when they do it for the first time. Some say it’s even better to just fill them with half of a litre for the first time.”

3 litres? ME? I felt panic making my throat swollen and I wanted to move away but Gojyo didn’t let me. With one hand he was stroking my belly, he had pushed the other under my body and now lightly gripped my cock. I hated that sensation. Somehow it was unbelievable that my body was submitting that easily to his fucking games. I still didn’t want him to do that with me and my cock was already begging for more.

I sent another angry groan into the air and suddenly I felt an uncomfortable pressure. It was like I had to go to the toilet but still a bit different. I thought I could feel every inch of my inner ass and that made me groan in unease. Gojyo must have noticed that because now he massaged and nearly kneaded my belly. And gods, this was so humiliating. Lying there, at his full mercy, being gagged and tied up, not able to move nor to escape and his hand, digging into my soft flesh and colon…I was so disgusted that I felt like throwing up.

Now my cock got what it was longing for. A sudden cramp made me tense up and groan in pain. I nearly let my self-control slip and unclenched my ass because I felt such an intense urge of going to the toilet.

“Suffering from a cramp?”

I groaned desperately around the gag and rubbed my head against the pillow.

“You have to breathe slowly and deeply. And try to relax.”

Easy for him to tell me to relax, how should I do that…
But suddenly it was over. I hadn’t done anything but it was gone and I can barely remember the moment I had ever been that grateful.

While he was still grabbing my flesh, he rubbed his for my taste much too hard cock against my ass and I jerked away. We were both hard and I absolutely couldn’t deal with that. Now I heard those dull sounds of bursting bubbles and after another minute I realized that it came from my belly. I felt so embarrassed and I wanted it to end so I started another try of moving away from him. Gojyo just put his arm round my belly and squeezed that tightly that I had to gag from the risen sickness. And it also hurt to feel your filled belly squeezed so violently.

“That’s just one litre, Sanzo…”, he told me in a taunting voice.

I started crying now, I couldn’t imagine that load for two more times. My cheeks burned from humiliation, stress and excitement and whining and crying I twisted in his grip again but Gojyo now knew how to silence me. He let go of my belly and when I just prepared to prop myself up on my elbows I felt the cool steel of a dagger on my ribs. I went rigid and didn’t dare to move.

“Silence now, Sanzo.”

I felt my eyebrow twitching and kept staring at the door with wide eyes. He would stab me, I was sure about this. There were no vital organs there except just my lungs and my heart if he shoved it in deep enough. Another panic attack caused me to tremble like an old man and I was sweating awfully. No escape. No hope to be released. Not before those 3 litres had filled me.

And only to make it worse I fell the victim to another cramp. Stronger than the first one and I writhed in pain. In addition to that I felt the sinew of my inner thigh dangerously snapping from overstretching it and the next second I had to bear another cramp. But to my dislike it made me tremble in bliss and I nearly let go of my control over my ass. I tried to stretch my leg in order to stop that muscle from contracting and the moment I stretched it the pain immediately faded but the pain in my belly got worse. It was so embarrassing and just annoyed the crap out of me… The situation was just unbearable, I started crying again, miserably, and I jerked from my sighs.

“Relax!”

I still felt the cold steel on my flank and I was already panting from exertion and pain. After some more torturous seconds it was gone again and I sighed.
He put away the knife and leaned on me so that I could see his face for a moment. He moved closer and softly rubbed his cheek against mine. With his hands he stroked my chest.

“Why are you so hard then…?” he asked me softly.

He took the hands away from my body and I felt him working on the knot of the gag. After some seconds he removed it from my mouth and I gagged. Saliva dropped on the sheets and when my head fell down on the pillow I felt it on my cheek. Everything was just so disgusting; the whole situation freaked me out.

I kept crying because I couldn’t stop it and he moved away the strands of hair which had fallen on my eyes. With a hoarse and desperate voice I tried to shout.

“I don’t know that myself! I fucking don’t know why!!”

He started massaging my belly again and I gagged half-heartedly. It was unbearable, the feeling of being filled with that fluid was awful and gross, I could even feel it filling my belly. And it was so hard to concentrate on not relaxing, I had to tense up in order to keep the water where it was…it just pissed me off.

“Gojyo…” I started whining, “please remove that thing, please…take it out…”

I saw him swiftly looking at the bag.

“There is only approximately one and a half of a litre left, Sanzo…”

I was angry now. Furious would describe it better.

“But I’m hard and it annoys the crap out of me and I ab-so-lute-ly HATE IT!! Do you know how PAINFUL it is to stand those cramps, to keep your asshole together and to stand your molesting TOUCH?!”

I was yelling at him, I couldn’t control myself anymore. Angry at this I started thrashing and kicking and squirming, I wanted to get rid of that fucking toy and I wanted to get rid of him. I tensed up and stopped moving the very second he had grabbed my cock again. In sheer horror I felt my muscles twitching from bliss and my cock aching for his hand to grip it more firmly. But when he started pumping it I couldn’t even suppress the moans anymore.

I didn’t want it, I still didn’t want it to end like this but I had no choice, I had to stand him and I had to stand his molesting touch. And maybe I wanted him to continue. I didn’t know anymore what I wanted.

“Haah…stop it, Gojyo!!”

Encouraged by that he leaned forward to take my dick into his mouth. If he succeeded now in touching my cock with his soft wet tongue, if he really brought his mouth down to my groin and let me feel the pleasurable moist heat of his tight well of lust I would lose myself in it. While I was still arguing whether to give in with protest or whether to give in and hurt him therefore I already felt the soft walls of his mouth tightening around the tip of my dick.

And the moment I felt the bliss which he was causing by that simple action my cock took control of my reason. I should have been too proud than to do that but once I was knee deep in the shit I didn’t want to miss anything. I didn’t think about what I was doing, I was so angry and embarrassed because of him that I pulled back from his touch and thrust back into his mouth so that he was forced to gag. Gojyo drew back from me and stared up at me.

“I thought you were supposed to be the victim here?”

“I AM.”

Maybe I just wasn’t made for playing the bottom.
I bent my feet, crossed them behind his back and shoved my hard cock into his mouth again. I took him by surprise; he was so stunned that he didn’t even draw back.
Back in the comfortable heat I let myself get carried away and made a gurgling sound. By the time my ass and belly felt so filled that I had difficulties in moving and all the time I had to concentrate on clenching my ass…but I didn’t care much about that any more.

Despite Gojyo’s hands which were eager to pull my feet away from his head to give him some freedom I just squeezed tighter. I nearly let my cock fall from his mouth when I moved back with my pelvis but the next second my dick touched the back of his mouth again and by now he regretted his cruel behaviour.

He must have regretted it, I knew him too well than to believe in the contrary. His desperate sounds between the pushing and pulling just stirred my lust and pleasure, the more he tried to defend himself from my attacks the ruder I fucked him. Maybe I would forgive him, maybe I would forget about the “This is something you will definitively not enjoy”. If I came well I’d forget about it.

Every thrust hurt now and I felt the muscles of my stomach and thighs terribly aching but nevertheless I carried on fucking him.
I was perplexed when I felt another pain, more intense and mind penetrating than every other, it took me even some seconds to realize where it was coming from: Gojyo must have bitten into the soft and sensitive flesh of my cock; the fiery pain was spreading quickly and with a quick jerk I had let go of his head. I moaned in pain and rolled on my belly, immediately feeling the discomfort of this posture because of the load of liquid inside of me. I shifted a bit and tried to find a rather comfortable posture and finally I was lying on my side again, convulsing in pain.

I hadn’t realized how painful it was to carry 3 litre of water inside you, how disturbing it was to feel that numbness of your colon and ass and how disgusted I still felt while thinking about the tube in my ass. I felt so sick and the pain made it worse. Although I had often told him to bite down on my dick when I came it had been completely different from these situations now. Due to the fact that my veins now were better supplied with blood it hurt twice as much as it must have hurt if I hadn’t been that hard.

I didn’t have the time to take a look at Gojyo, I was much too occupied with myself. The water was about to float out of my ass, my dick hurt like it would fall off and I would have thrown up black bile if I hadn’t been stressed that much. My hands were still tied up behind my back; I would have kissed his ass now only to have one spare hand. I desperately moaned for another time but now there was also a faint cry for help going along with that sound. Fuck him.

“Gojyo…”

I almost started crying again because it became too much to bear at once, something had to be done about either that toy or my hands or else I would have…I don’t know, gone nuts probably. I tried to bring my knees up to my belly again in order to keep the water inside and somehow soothe my aching cock but it didn’t work that well as I had expected it to. I felt like death, so sick and tired and my limbs didn’t submit to my brain anymore…

I had closed my eyes when I felt his warm skin on mine. Just his hands, working on the cuffs, trying to free me. After some seconds he took them away and I immediately tried to get them in front of me but it was hard to do that because they had been held in that position for too long. They were also numb and felt so heavy and didn’t respond to my command. While I was still trying to raise them I felt the tube being pulled out of me and shortly after that I felt him replacing it with something bigger. I think it was a butt plug because I didn’t feel any water seeping from my ass.

The mattress moved under me now, he must have sat down behind me. It was strange that he didn’t say anything nor touched me. And it was a very uncomfortable silence which held me down then. I didn’t know whether to turn, no, to try turn around or to say something or to ignore him after what he had done with me. Seconds passed, half a minute and I already wanted to turn around when I felt his head softly nudging against my back of the head. He buried himself in my hair and nuzzled something.

“Sanzo…”

He wanted to say more than that but he didn’t quite find the right words. I had to smile about that, considering my situation now it wasn’t that bad anymore, I didn’t have to concentrate on clenching my ass so tightly and the pain in my cock also faded. My hands were lying on the pillow in front of me, I hadn’t managed to get them down there at all. Crap.

“Sorry.”

How he said it, how much remorse and emotion were put in every letter and the little puff which hit my skin made me forget it. Somehow I loved to be hurt and then feel him being regretful and sad. Somehow I enjoyed being hurt and then hearing the apology from that man.
Somehow it was alright to end like that; whenever we fought the fights for dominance we risked being hurt. But not seriously hurt, the moment you felt the knuckles of the other’s hand colliding with your chin you felt insulted and all like hitting back and taking revenge on the other but after some minutes it was over in general.

I was quite amused about that he had taken out that tube but had shoved a butt plug up my ass to keep the water where it was.
But his sorry had been an honest one and this was just his way of behaving. I felt his hand on my ass and he carefully pulled on the plug but with a swift move I had made my hand lie on his and prevented him now from pulling it out.

“Leave it where it is. It‘s comfortable.”

That was a lie. It was everything but comfortable. If he had asked me to stand up I wouldn’t have been able to. Only now I noticed how bloated my belly looked like. And I was thunderstruck when I realized what this was about.
Slowly and ponderously I turned around as good as possible to look at him. His face showed me a mixture of emotions, anticipation, sorrow, guilt and shyness were claiming his eyes and he didn’t move and waited for me to do something.

I couldn’t have suffered that much if my cock was still that hard. It was funny but the things I thought to hate were the most turning on things in the world. When I thought about needles, acupuncture and such shit I was struggling hard to keep my eyebrow from twitching but when I thought about Gojyo, towering over me, putting needles into my chest and face I felt that thrilling feeling. I had totally wronged him. That ‘you will definitely not enjoy’ was a hint and I should have taken it. He knew how to play with my fears and unease and I should have trusted him that nothing would go wrong.

After all he had promised me not to do anything which would hurt or bother me and actually it was true, he hadn’t done anything which had bothered me. Now thinking about it he was a very clever bastard, using my fear to show me how pleasing it was to feel it paralyzing you and making your body go crazy. Admiration I couldn’t hide filled my eyes and he stared at me like he didn‘t know what was up with me.
I had to hold back the smirk; he absolutely didn’t know what he should do and what I would do.

Maybe it wouldn’t even have worked that well if he had told me what he was about to do; my admiration just grew. It was a perfect plan, everything went well just until I had decided to have it my way and capture him between my knees to fuck him. Actually I didn’t know why I had done this, either because I had wanted him to suffer as much as I had or I had been so overwhelmed with lust that I hadn’t been able to hold back any longer. He had expected some resistance but not such a vehement and strong denial. So poor Gojyo was leaning on the sheets, it seemed so familiar to me, not knowing how to talk to me, how to look at me or how to touch me and whether at all.

I didn’t want him to know the very second I opened my mouth how I was feeling so I tried to sound indifferent and monotonous.

“My arms are numb. I can’t feel them anymore.”

He stared at me for another moment, tried to evaluate the situation, tried to think about his chances of being killed by me if he touched me now and finally gave in though. Since ages I already knew that he’d die for me.
His hands were still as warm as they had been when he had freed me from the cuffs; it was comfortable to feel that heat on my hands. Actually they didn’t feel that numb anymore but I wanted to feel him on me. With soft squeezes and strokes he tried to stir the life in them and after some minutes of moving his hands up and down my own one’s and looking down at my fingers I spread them apart and pretended to enjoy the feeling of a feeling in them again.

He kept staring at them so I took his hand, put it on my belly and moved closer until he couldn’t stare at my fingers anymore but at my face. Centimetres separated us from touching each other, my belly had touched his long before and my leg was possessively lying on his hip.

“You goddamn asshole, you knew that I’d get that fucking hard, didn’t you?”

Now he realized that I had come behind his perfect plan and that I must have realized his real intention. He smiled carefully and touched my nose with his.

“Yeah.”

His hot lips closed over my lip and he sucked on it. I felt him rubbing my belly and somehow it was pleasing to see him pleased.
For his whole life until the last years he had had to please everyone who had come to him, demanded something from him and used him for their foul intentions…if there was anyone who deserved to be pleased then Gojyo.

Though I didn’t know who pleased whom currently. I heard him swallowing and then I felt him teasingly biting down on my tongue and pulling it out of my mouth with his teeth. He wet his lips and closed his mouth over my tongue again but just over it and suckled on it. He had never done this before and it felt weird to only feel him on my tongue.

His attack at my tongue didn’t last that long as I had maybe wished it to last and he applied himself to my whole mouth again. Without looking down at his cock I could tell that he was hard. Gojyo was just always hard, for most of the time and just around the clock whenever he decided to find something exciting enough. I reached down and gripped his indeed hard cock and he thrust forward into my touch. He certainly hadn’t intended to do that but what could he do about it when his body wanted to have fun.

Give in and enjoy.

His kissing became ruder and wilder and more demanding. So I stuck my tongue into his mouth and kissed him back in the way he had done it before. In addition to stroking him down there I rubbed my belly against his and when he seemed to reach my throat with his tongue I pulled him even closer and pressed his dick against my stomach. While grinding his hips against me he was obviously searching for something more expressive, something with a better possibility to express himself and his lust.

But he didn’t find any solution to this at all. I understood his feelings, I knew how terrible it felt to be forced to bear more than you actually could and can’t find a way to ease that pressure. All of a sudden I drew back from him and made my teeth sink into the side of his throat. A passionate cry escaped him and he squirmed under me. I let go of his skin and bit down again. If he couldn’t find release by himself I’d have to help him.

I needed something with more flesh between my teeth now so I left his throat with that red spot, pushed myself a bit away from him and bent my head down to get his belly flesh between my teeth. Yes, this was something entirely different from the fatless thing up there, something to tease, something to really bite into. And suddenly I knew how he felt. What he felt while looking at my body, why he wanted me to change. With delight I bit into his flesh again and ground my teeth on it.

Another violent thrust of him hit my own belly and I felt something wet splashing on it. With a sound which seemed to come from his deepest stomach he tensed up and I only bit down harder. I almost could feel the waves of pleasure, although I was hard to a painful extent, still hadn’t come and still didn’t intend to, it felt wonderful. Gojyo, squirming, trembling and panting on my body, the thick heavy air pressing us down on the sheets and the release so sweet and delicate to watch was just perfect. I tried to turn off my brain to enjoy the moment and I touched the tip of his cock with my thumb.

He arched forward and I took another mouthful of flesh. I liked the way he came, although every man seemed to come in the same way it wasn’t like that. We both needed something to grip, something to tear at or something to scratch while coming and we both were triggered by pain but Gojyo came in a slightly different way. He was able to show his emotions, to act them out while coming. He screamed and didn’t try to hide the flush of his ecstasy, he just threw his head around, gripped the sheets and let his body act for him.

I was completely different. Although I knew that I was safe under as well as above Gojyo and that none other than him would hear my cries and screams I still didn’t know how to properly let go of it. Whatever ’it’ was. I just gasped and panted and grabbed the sheets as well but a cry was the most I’d let my throat escape. Maybe I was still ashamed of showing him that real self, that natural self while giving up control.
I sighed. There was still a lot to learn from him.
But heaven forbid I would never tell him that.

Gojyo, still groaning, brought me back to reality. He was longing for my touch after coming, just as always. I pushed myself up until I could face him again and hugged him. He immediately responded to that and hugged me as well.

“Shall I pull it out, does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t…mh…it’s not necessary, it’s still okay.”

I had to nuzzle into his hair and while talking some strands of it stuck to my lips and after finishing the sentence I had my mouth full of his red sea. His hair tasted surprisingly good although I knew that he didn’t use any shampoo, it was just not necessary. The luck of a water sprite.

“Sanzo, don’t EAT my hair”

I just pulled on it again.

“Would you stand up for me?”

Whether I would stand up for him? Well, I could just try. I sighed and was a bit sad to leave that cosy place but I would do what he had asked me to. Carefully I propped myself up on my hands and moved towards the end of the bed. I felt like having swallowed tons of water now, so heavy and uncomfortable but nevertheless I made it to the foot of the bed. I ponderously bent forward and tried to get up at once. Now I didn’t want to imagine myself with 10 more kilos any more.
I was a bit surprised when I found myself standing there in front of Gojyo, somehow I had succeeded in getting up. I stood there with my hands on my hips and waited for him to say something.

It felt weird to stand up with that load of water. I heard it gurgling again and I chuckled because I felt so disgusted about it. Now I saw him moving towards the bed’s end as well and when he had arrived there he sat down and stared at me. I could just imagine what he was thinking about and what he’d do now but what he really did then made me stunned. He raised his hands and put them on my belly like I was pregnant. Then he leaned closer and laid his head on it.

“Gojyo…”

I felt embarrassed by that, I didn’t know what that should have been good for and I felt really uncomfortable.

“That’s embarrassing! Get off!”

I heard him slightly laughing from down there and he turned his head and took the pale skin into his mouth to lick over it.

“Oh my, Gojyo, stop it!”

I tried to back away from him but he embraced me tightly and didn’t let me move away. Not even tugging at his hands could free me from his grip so I had to stand him again. Just like I had bitten him he bit me now, not that hard but still painfully hard. Before he could sink his teeth into my skin for the next time I pre-emptively tried to suck in my stomach but I failed. With his teeth he pulled on the flesh until it slid from his mouth. In addition to that he sucked on my skin that intensely that he left big, oval-shaped marks, red and hurting, but they soon would turn into a nice violet and yellow. Then I’d look like I had been raped or beaten up.

Sighing I tried to push his head away but he was really stubborn, he didn’t comply with my demand. I took his hair into my hand and roughly pulled on it. He looked up immediately and stared at me with a questioning gaze.

“I don’t feel good about it any more, please let me go.”

He stood up and came very close so that he had to look down to see my eyes.

“Is it because you are ashamed or is it because of the plug?”

“The second.”

He rubbed his cheek against my head for a moment and then took a step back.

“Shall I do it or do you want to do it yourself?”

For a fraction of a second the following picture penetrated my mind: I was standing near the toilet, waiting for Gojyo to bend down and pull on the plug; standing there like an idiot with red cheeks and with the fear of not being able to hold back the water the moment he really pulled out the plug.
Well. I should do it myself.

Without answering him I swiftly turned around before he could grab my arm and headed towards the bathroom. He didn’t follow me but nevertheless I locked the door. I didn’t want him to join the party just the moment I did something embarrassing. And the chances of doing such a thing were pretty high because I wasn’t familiar with that all, I didn’t know whether I should be afraid of anything or how to do it at all and where to do that.

After some moments of thinking about that problem I went to the shower tub and closed the slide door. I turned on the water because I didn’t want him to presume things if I should start crying or screaming there. Or moaning because it may feel that good. I laughed up my sleeve and pulled on the plug. It wasn’t that difficult to remove it because it was a rather small one. I kept pulling on it carefully and when I held it in my hand I had to concentrate on holding the water in place again.

Compared to some time ago it was hard to do that now because the urge of going to the toilet was overwhelming. Maybe I could make it to the praised loo. With every muscle tensed I stepped out of the cabin and slowly headed for the other side of the room. Fortunately I got there without any annoying incident and I praised the gods and even him when I found relief.

After I was able to get up again I turned off the water and placed myself in front of the mirror.
I looked worn. Just like you could tell from just looking at pants that they had been loved and worn and therefore looked the worse for wear. Gojyo wore me every day and he loved me more than anything else and I didn’t bother about my look if I could enjoy it that much. I blinked and turned around to open the door.

When I left the room I saw Gojyo on the other side of the sleeping room, leaning against the wall and smoking. I needed a smoke as well, now that I saw him like that the wish for a cigarette had also emerged. I went to the bed to get them from there and it was a completely different feeling to walk now. Now I knew that you can feel three more kilos on and in you while walking around.
At least when they had collected in my ass and intestine.

I let myself fall on the bed and rummaged through the stuff in the drawer. In Gojyo’s drawer. Hakkai had told me that he had cleaned up our room again and that he had put all our cigarettes into one drawer, namely his bedside table. I took a cigarette out of the packet and lit it. I let go of the tension and stared at the ceiling. While walking to the bed I had already become a bit light headed and dizzy, weird figures were dancing in front of my eyes while staring at the black plane surface now. It felt so good to have your ass being emptied and filled with nothing.

Ash fell on my chest when he sat down on the bed. Hot ash. I jerked and wiped it away with a swift move. That idiot didn’t even apologize for that…Therefore I crushed the butt on his flank and he jumped off the bed with a surprised yell. Wildly looking at the red and black spot he danced from one foot to the other. He wetted his fingers and pressed them against the wounded skin. Then he looked up.

“I’m SORRY for making the ash fall on your chest! And I’m SORRY that you are such a sissy and I’m SORRY that you never can contain yourself and therefore do shit!!”

His fury amused me and I smirked so that he could see my teeth and this just enraged him more.

“Yes, it’s FUNNY, of course it’s funny! Do what you please, laugh at me, it IS so funny to listen to me, of course you can’t take me seriously, please, light another cigarette AND CRUSH IT ON ME! For god’s sake, smile your ass off while…”

I stood up, didn’t listen to his words anymore and moved towards him. With narrow angry eyes he watched me and kept spitting venom at me.

“…no, no…not SANZO, not the holy MAN, never on EARTH…”

I just kissed him. Silenced him by choking his words with my tongue. He tried to get away and continue talking badly about me but I captured his lip between my teeth and smiled. Then I let go of it and pressed my fingers at his lips so that he opened them and I let them slip in.

“If you don’t shut up now I will fill your mouth with something less pleasurable.”
The way he tried to get rid of them, how he was squirming and moving his head added to my general hardness in a pleasing way. I shoved them deeper inside and he hissed.

“You do need that, hah? Exploding from time to time, insulting other people and just screaming for god’s sake…?”

I noticed his corners of his mouth faintly twitch.

“Ghhhg…you ngeed to chay that…”

I shoved my whole hand in until the wrist, I was really surprised that he could take a whole fist into his mouth. He tried to defend himself from that uncomfortable intrusion anyway.

“Don’t think that you were really acting the top, you uppity fool…”

His eyes narrowed again and he started gagging. I had removed my hand now and stepped back. The urge to violate him and the urge to be violated rushed through my brain and my body and although he had humiliated me just half an hour ago I felt the lust still present. And I hadn’t come anyway, so it was justified, more or less. I hoped that he also felt like doing some nicer things with me now.

But again that show of strength turned me on; I could get so hard just from giving him the feeling of being dominated by me. From time to time we weren’t of the same opinion and then Gojyo enjoyed it just as much as I did to demonstrate his strength. And two tops weren’t a good match. We just stimulated each other and we got each other all worked up, we stirred the other’s anger and lust until we finally ended in…a pretty uncomfortable situation.

Gojyo was still panting; I didn’t know whether it came from my attack or from his anger and excitement…
I went towards him and pressed my erection against his belly.

“I haven’t come yet…” I told him in a teasing voice. It was true and it was beginning to freak the hell out of me…the permanent tension in my testicles had become painful now and if he didn’t do anything now I’d have to jerk off in front of his eyes. I couldn’t bear it any longer.

He took a swift glance down at my balls and smirked, then he made a disparaging sound.

“Bad for you.”

He took a step to the side and passed me to leave the room.

And I had hoped so much that he’d hit me or do something with me but not LEAVE me.
Houshi Sama had overplayed things again. What a surprise. It was my fault, I didn’t deny it. Maybe he’d put on his jacket and shoes to take a walk, or maybe he sat down in front of the TV and watched some stupid film. Or maybe he went to Hakkai and his new friend to… talk to them? …chat with them? …cheat on me? I inhaled deeply and tried to bring my jealousy under control. Not Gojyo.

I decided now to take a walk. Irrespective of my throbbing cock and my bursting balls I put on the leather pants because they kept me so comfortably warm, then I put on a simple top and a vest and the new jacket I had bought. And boots. It was cold outside, the sky was clouded and only from time to time the sun peered through some holes in the white masses and dipped the scenery into a strange light. I didn’t like to walk in the sunshine anyway. I had never liked it.
I’d walk there now for some hours, stand the feeling of the balloons between my legs and concentrate on feeling them. I wanted to punish myself for my shitty behaviour, this just served me right. And maybe would prevent me from doing such things again.

I took the packet of cigarettes and my lighter with me and left the room through the French door which led to the garden outside. A cold wind braced my face and I immediately went back to search for a woolly hat. I didn’t want to fall ill again, I was sick of that annoying state. I looked through the things in the cupboard but there was no beanie at all. I gave it up and when I had crossed the middle of the room I remembered that there were also some things lying under our bed. It would be dusty as hell there but it was worth a look, whatever you were looking for.

And I really found a very dirty piece there, I couldn’t remember having bought it so it must have been one of his. A Sanzo just didn’t wear any stupid beanies. I put it on and in addition to that wound a scarf round my neck. After all that belonged to me. I left the room and headed for the forest.

The leaves still whispered in the wind but they had turned yellow and orange already. They were falling down constantly and it was beautiful to watch them dancing in the wind. The only direction I knew was the one to the little pond with the waterfall but I didn’t feel like listening to the water there. So I took the direction between the pond and the street to the town, not knowing where it would lead to.

While I was walking there in the middle of the forest, all alone and in silence except for the rustling sound I made while stepping on the dead leaves I regretted my behaviour. It had separated us again, made us taking different directions.
I began to collect some leaves which I found more beautiful than others and I’d give him that bunch of dead leaves. But then it seemed weird to me to give him dead flowers and I stopped walking and dropped them.

I kept standing there for some time, unsure about what to do, whether to continue walking into nowhere or go back. But I lit a cigarette and started moving again. It was too cold than to keep standing there motionlessly.
After some minutes a bird crossed my way, it flew past me just one meter in front of me. I got frightened and wondered that even the animals had decided to show me their hostility…
Maybe Gojyo was sitting somewhere in the underbrush, bewitching them and telling them to scare me. Gojyo again. I didn’t want to think about him anymore. Not now.
The cold wind caused a stinging pain in my eyes and my nose felt uncomfortably cold. Although it wasn’t that cold the wind made it that bad.

I hoped that this path was leading to something, whatever it would be. And I cursed the world when it went up a little hill with trees growing on it. Nevertheless I kept walking and expected the wind to get stronger because it was always stronger on hills. Finally I had arrived at the top and went to the cliff to look down from it. And I was surprised when I recognized the pond with the waterfall there. I hadn’t even noticed the sound of floating water.

The rivulet, it was almost a creek, was floating towards the cliff in some distance and in the end it wasn’t that bad to listen to the sound of water. And I barely felt the wind anymore, the trees on that hill were blocking it and it was my luck that it was just blowing from the right side.

I lit another smoke and intended to cross the little river. It was about 2 meters broad, I was bad in estimating such things but now I doubted that I’d get safely to the other shore. If I stepped into the cold water it would surely seep through the boots and I’d be soaking wet in them. And then I’d catch a cold, catch a flu, seized with fever, headache, whatever was unpleasant. I was at a point where I was sure that my bad state was a pretty disadvantage.
No, better not cross the river.

If Gojyo had been there he would have jumped over it in one smooth move and then would have invited me to also cross it by just walking over it. While I was staring into the water I noticed little stones gently rolling in it below the surface. The stream took them with it until they fell down that hill. I watched them. And then I wondered where they would come from, where this little river had its spring… Suddenly I saw a really beautiful one, my hand immediately plunged through the icy surface and I caught it. The cool water really hurt and I quickly took my hand out.

But the stone was beautiful indeed, it was special. Such a nice colour… I went to the edge of the rock and looked down into the water. The water was troubled, I remembered about Gojyo now again, causing it to form a smooth surface. I let my eyes glide over it and stopped when I saw a blurred shadow moving in the water. From time to time little bubbles were searching their way up to the surface. I eyed that spot which was darker than the rest.

It grew bigger now; dizzy but becoming clearer and suddenly the red sea emerged out of the dark blue. It flew through the air, losing drops of water which fell down into the blue again. His hair was sticking to his body because it was wet and water was still flowing from it. I held my breath because I didn’t want him to notice me there up that hill.

I heard him inhaling deeply and then I realized where the other sound came from: Water was also flowing from his mouth and making that splashing sound. And he didn’t have to move to keep himself in that position, it seemed like he was standing in the water although I knew that it was very deep at this place. It seemed like he went towards the stone near the waterfall but he passed it and waded to another stone which was sticking out of the water where the waterfall hit the surface of the pond.

He climbed out of that coolness and sat down on the stone so that the water was hitting his head and back and making even louder noise. I wished I could have taken a proper look at his face but the hill was so high that I just saw his silhouette. While wondering about what he did there I conceived what would happen to me if I dared to do that: Headache, fever, pneumonia again, fourth-degree frostbite, cramps, drowning, death, I sighed.

He was sitting there, motionlessly and stark naked. His pants and jacket were lying on the ground in front of the pool, carelessly dropped down in hurry.
Coolness was creeping up my back and I felt that I had to move in order to keep myself warm. But I couldn’t avert my eyes from him. He felt safe and unwatched; no way could he have noticed me. But I bet the moment I touched the water he’d know.

So I watched him for another minute and then held my finger into the water without taking my eyes off him. After one second he lifted his head a bit like he tried to remember something. Then he lifted it a bit more and let the water hit his face.
I barely saw him smiling. Maybe he hadn’t known what to do either. I understood him all too well, he must have been sick of me, of the part of me which enjoyed to let him feel my pseudo power. I was so weak if I really enjoyed it that much to have other people dancing after my pipe. I should really try to work on that, to suppress it and to finally not even think about it anymore.

I knew why it had come like that, he had provoked me by his little game, I had kept those feelings back for a while and then when I had been free again they had broken through. It hurt to let the cool water make my finger numb but I tried to think of something different.
I just couldn’t deal with being at his mercy, although it was so pleasing and agreeable to let yourself just fall, my primitive reason still told me to change roles. Like so often the thought that I wasn’t worth him appeared and I couldn’t shove it aside this time. I knew that it was painful to carry out that thought so I had to distract myself from thinking.

I leaned down and whispered his name over the surface of the icy stream. Then I looked down again to see whether he had heard it and of course he had. Unwillingly I thought that I wanted to get down there, that I wanted to leave that hill and get to the shore. But it was a long way down from there and I didn’t want him to wait there for me. And the quickest way down there was a jump into frozen hell. Neither of these seemed very attractive.

What a pity. Now that I felt all like hugging him and snuggling up to his hot chest I was up there and he was down there.

I felt a terrible sting in my heart when the chain of his Shakujyo wound round my arm by itself. I stared at it for a second and felt my heart ache again when I was abruptly pulled forward. It felt like a car crash when you didn’t wear a seat belt, the jolt whirling your body through the air like you were as light as a feather.
At the moment I was just overwhelmed, it seemed like minutes while I was flying and falling.

In a second I had thought through the scenario, I’d fall into the water and ill or I’d land on the rocks. Preferably with my back. Or neck. When my feet touched the stone I didn’t know what had happened before. How I had come to stand there. Somehow he had broken my fall and made me land on the stone in the middle of the pool. He was very good at swinging that blade…so good that I came to the conclusion that he had always nearly hit me on purpose during these fights against the Youkai…

When my brain had caught up with what had happened I gasped. And I gasped and jerked for a second time when I felt his icy touch on my calf, wandering up my leg over the leather pants, sneaking under the jacket and the top and finally resting on my chest. It was so paralyzing that I stopped breathing. My lungs contracted and I frantically tried to get air down my throat by swallowing it. My heartbeat sped up and I went all stiff.

I didn’t even think about looking down at his naked body, I just waited until that nightmarish feeling would fade. But it didn’t as long as he kept stroking my chest and hard nipples. They had gone so stiff that it already hurt. Desperately I tried to give up that tension and it really worked, I could breathe again, it just had to make ‘click’.

“It’s just the same with me; you have to concentrate on your body to get over that…”

I fancied his voice faintly sounded different. Although he was whispering I thought I could hear the difference. But maybe it was just because of the coolness which caused your veins to tighten as well as your vocal chords. No, there was more behind it; it wasn’t just the cold water. He sounded like crystals, breaking and clinking but so clearly and piercing that you could also think that he was just talking in your head.

His hand disappeared and I was happy to feel the warmth of my jacket again. He didn’t seem to get out of the water or to do anything so I bent down to look at him. He was just laying there, his arms crossed and his face resting on the forearms. His skin also seemed different, it looked like one smooth surface and though consisting of many little hillocks.

And although I had expected it to having turned red from the coldness it was pale, nearly paler as mine. And shimmering from the water. So beautifully that I reached out to touch it. He didn’t even twinkle, neither did he move away like I had feared that he would.
It felt so unbelievably smooth, so soft and so ice-cold and it seemed to capture little pearls of water under it to keep him warm. I gently stroked his cheek, fixing his eyes and waiting for him to look at me. But he didn’t.

Either he was very tired or he was sad, his eyes looked so sad and suddenly he closed them and didn’t open them any more.
I stopped stroking him, firmly gripped my jacket and pressed it against my skin because I was starting to feel cold again. And he was bathing in that hell, not one single muscle twitching…I felt cold just from looking at him. It was too cold for me there anyway, I needed at least 22 degrees in order to feel warm but I had to suffer in minus 5 now. And the fact that I was so skinny and rarely ate just worsened that effect.

I looked down a little bit too late because I just moved my head when I heard the dull sound of water closing over something.
And he was gone.
I saw the red spot growing smaller until I only saw a little point of red down there. Had he forgotten about me? What was he up to? Just what the hell?
I wanted to go home, to sit in front of a cosy fireplace, we should really install such a thing in our room, and to drink hot coffee in the arms of him. But he had left me there.

I was imprisoned on that rock because there was water everywhere, left to me, right to me, in front of me and also behind me…and I doubted that he’d let me walk on it to reach the shore. I sighed and curled up to a ball with feet in order to feel a bit warmer. It was silent, nothing but the sound of the water hitting water filled my ears. The cap should have at least protected my head from those wintry temperatures but now I noticed that it was lying on the shore, it must have fallen from my head during that fall… Damn it.

Talking about the wintry temperatures…the cool air felt like millions of needles, piercing me and the part where it felt the most uncomfortable and annoying was, of course, my balls. I was cowering there so the cool air could easily reach them and it felt even more painful than when Gojyo had left me with the load in them. First they were full to bursting and then coolness made the veins constrict, just horrible.
And who was guilty of that?

Gojyo, damn him. I still didn’t hear or see anything of him…
He did that on purpose, I bet he did. Well, he could stay in the water as long as he wished but I couldn’t even spend a few minutes out there without shivering.

That was power. Having one at his mercy, making him desperate but not even touching nor saying anything to him. Leaving him in uncertainty, showing him that he was helpless. Completely helpless. And reliant on him. That meant real power.
I was shivering and trying to think about erotic things to make me hard and maybe profit from the heat which would rise but I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Of course, erotic things still involved Gojyo and nothing else and thinking about him only reminded me of my difficult situation. I had to admit my defeat.

“Gojyo…”, I whined with clattering teeth, “I have understood…”

I even doubted that he’d hear me but he had to. Nothing happened. Not even after 15 minutes. I sighed and stuck my hand into the water to move it around a bit to attract his attention. I didn’t even find the red spot anymore; maybe Gojyo had even already got out of the water without me noticing it…

Still cowering on the stone I imagined nice things like lying in a warm bed, sitting on the sofa with the soft cushions, drinking coffee, taking a warm bath, feeling him inside me, Gojyo, fucking me…oh my. On the other hand I probably shouldn’t think so much.
I nearly fell backwards from the jerk when his face appeared centimetres in front of me, then his chest, belly and cock and finally he was sitting in front of me, inhaling deeply again and stretching his limbs. I had to tell him before he’d maybe leave me again.

“Gojyo, I…have understood and I-”

“What? What do you think you have understood?”

“Well, that my behaviour was stupid. You left me because you wanted me to understand how it feels to…hm?”

I wasn’t sure whether he understood what I was talking about, he just looked at me with attentive eyes but he didn’t seem to have a clue what I was talking about. When I stopped he tilted his head and smiled.

“Whatever… I didn’t leave you to show you how mighty I am. I’d never let you feel that.”

I was almost certain that he said it like that on purpose. Those were just the right words to make me feel worse and dirtier. I looked down on the wet stone. His hair was covering parts of it and I wondered how that was possible. His hair only reached the middle of his back normally, how could it lie on the stone now… I was like a little child, just looking at everything which caught my attention. I felt his cold fingers lifting my head by pushing on my chin and remaining there.

“You feel cold. Come on, I’ll carry you to the shore.”

He stood up and I only followed his command with my eyes until he reached down and hauled me up. He took me on his arms and I could feel the cold wetness through the leather of the pants. Some meters in front of the shore he stopped and looked down at me. Carefully not to drop me he pushed the pants up my shin and looked at it. I stretched my neck to also look at it to tell what he found so interesting about them. The coolness had made my flesh crawl and the down which covered me almost from head to toe stuck up in the air.

I heard him chuckling and he pulled the fabric down again and continued walking over the water. There he dropped me and it was difficult to remain on my numb feet but I didn’t want to make the acquaintance of the floor by no means now. Not in front of him. He put on his clothes and when he had finished he just started walking towards the forest.

Just walked towards the trees with a numb and unable to move-Sanzo stiffly standing at the waterside. But he turned around after a few meters and when he saw that miserable picture he smiled and came back. He took off his jacket and laid it around my shoulders and I thankfully took the offer and wound it round me. Now Gojyo only had his top remaining and it looked terrible.

“Don’t you…feel cold?”

He put an arm round my back and forced me to move in the end. I didn’t even feel my pelvis region anymore; my little nuts must have frozen as well.

“No, as long as I’m still wet it’s not that bad.”

Well, if he said so…

It seemed like ages to me to return home and I was so glad when I saw the familiar path which led to the house. Gojyo didn’t even knock on the door, he just opened it and took a step to the side to let me sneak in. I groaned when I felt the heat hitting my cheeks. Normally Hakkai came to greet us but now he didn’t come. Maybe his friend had chained him up somewhere…of course against the will of Hakkai.

Gojyo embraced me now and steered me to our room. There we found Royo, sitting on the bed and obviously waiting for us.

“Hi.”

I had to turn my head because Gojyo had just shouted into my ear too loudly. But he bit my ear and pulled my head back in its place.
Now Royo stood up and came towards us.

“By the way”, Gojyo began talking, ”what’s up with Hakkai? Have you tied him up or what?”

A very unpleasant smile hit us. I didn’t want to think about Hakkai and how he had managed to tie him up and what he was doing with his dick, I didn’t want to think about Hakkai at all now.

“Okay, I don’t want to know what you are doing with him, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?!”

The whole situation pissed me off, Royo, violating our privacy as often as possible, my goddamn testicles which must have been already hanging down to the floor now and Gojyo, the asshole, not caring about anything.
Royo was surprised about my harsh words but he quickly recovered.

“May I get the flog?”

Gojyo let go of me and went towards the cupboard. The flog and Hakkai together made me laugh but also feel annoyance because we’d surely hear his screams through those walls.

“Take the gag with you.”

“That’s a good idea”, the cupboard shouted.

When he had found everything Royo needed, Gojyo handed it over and pushed him out of our room with the following words: “Okay, now you have what you need, I hope you have fun there and be quiet.” Royo hadn’t taken the last step out of our room when Gojyo already shut the door and made Royo stumble forward.

“Ey!!” we heard it through the door. Gojyo leaned against it in order to prevent Royo from coming in for a second time and he turned the key in the lock. Then he grimaced and sneezed. But he just cleared his throat and went towards me with shining eyes. His hair was still wet, it hadn’t dried yet and the hair-ends had even already turned into ice. I let myself fall on the bed. He had been cold. He was a sprite but when he stepped out of the water his abilities didn’t help him any longer. And I had been too stupid or numb to remember that. If I had, I would have refused his offer and would have given him the jacket back.

I thought that it wouldn’t get any worse but it had, he had caught a cold now because of me, because of my stupidity. He’d die for me, why shouldn’t he risk then to fall ill…? I stood up just before he could bend down and I took him into my arms.

“You idiot, you stupid fool, why did you give me the jacket when you felt cold yourself…”

“I didn’t…”

“Of course, why did you sneeze then? Because of an allergy or what? Idiot”

I felt him sighing and I let go of him. He turned around and went to the bathroom. I kept standing there and waited for him to return.
But I was surprised when I saw him then: He was naked again and had a towel wound round his head. And he just headed for the bed and sneaked under the blanket and curled up under it. I growled in annoyance and started putting off my clothes as well. Gojyo watched me and I tried to hold back the smile when I noticed with what a delight he was watching me.
His eyes slid down to trace along my belly and they abruptly stopped in the area around my cock.

“Sanzo…” he snorted amusingly “…your balls…they are shimmering in red, blue and violet…“

I closed my eyes for a moment. Fine that he had noticed, IDIOT. By now it hurt so much and so intensely that I thought someone had kicked me into them. And now I hoped for Gojyo to do something about it otherwise I don’t know how long I could have lasted without reaching down and squeezing them.

But before I stepped in as well a thought struck me. It would be much more comfortable and cosier with two blankets, wouldn’t it? I wordlessly turned around and left the room. Smirking I went to Hakkai’s room, opened the door and entered in cold blood. Man, I had to concentrate on not taking a second look at them…from what I had seen I could tell that Hakkai was chained to the bed, well, he was lying on the bed post, his bare ass sticking into the air and moans and growls escaping his gagged mouth.

And he couldn’t even turn his head to tell who had entered. Royo just stared at me in astonishment but didn’t say anything. I just took the blanket from the second bed and turned to face Royo. Who had noticed by now that I was stark naked.

“I’ll take that, we are cold. …ROYO.”

His gaze had slid down my body and had got stuck at my groin. Just like Gojyo, exactly what he had done. When he heard his name his head shot up just to meet the palm of my hand. He gasped and pressed his hand against his cheek and in the meantime I had left them. I’d teach him manners.
With the blanket in my hands I trotted towards our room and when Gojyo saw what I was carrying with me he sat up in order to get a better look at me.

I threw the blanket over him and quickly jumped on the bed to catch and surprise him. I heard a muffled cry when I had fallen on his head. I think it was his head because it was pretty hard. Now I was softly punching and just teasing him while Gojyo tried to get rid of that thick fabric. But I didn’t let him push it off, I was eager to prevent him from that and fool around. Now he started thrashing and hitting me as well but also just lightly and playfully. A short laugh escaped me when I heard him yelling in surprise, I must have kicked him between his legs…

Finally I stopped teasing him and sneaked under the blanket as well and when I touched his lips and passionately kissed him he embraced me. But his hands slid down my body and searched for my problematic front side. He was successful and touched my balls and I immediately bent forward in pain.

“Gojyo…” I panted.

“Looks serious…” he shortly laughed, “but believe me this is just another kink. Ever heard of blue balls?”

“No…” I growled in annoyance.

“Well, now you got blue balls.”

He kissed me again and while he concentrated on that I took advantage of that and searched for his hands and when I had found them in the muddle of limbs, sheets and hair I held them up in the air and leaned against him so that we both came to lie on the bed.

I felt his chest moving up and down while lying on him and listening to his heartbeat. It beat rather quickly and he was panting. But it was wonderful to lie under that blanket where it was all warm and so cosy, listening to his dull heartbeat and to his muffled sounds while he was gasping for air. Gojyo was a living pillow, he was just perfect, his ribs didn’t stick out as much as mine did and he had a bit more flesh on his hips and belly. I shifted and licked over the silvery ring which went through his nipple.

“It has healed by now, hasn’t it?”

“It still hurts.”

“Really, is that normal?”

I didn’t know anything about piercings or earrings…
He sat up so that I slid down a bit and he smiled at me.

“Yeah, honey, this is just normal.”

I loved to hear him calling me that. And I had the impression that he just said it when he wanted to tell me without turning on his charm how much he loved me. I took the ring into my mouth again and gently sucked on it.

“But it’s a comfortable pain, isn’t it…”

Carefully I pulled on it with my lips and he bent forward to ease the tension.

“No…not really, Sanzo…”

I immediately let go of it and stared into his eyes to search for an explanation there. How couldn’t that feel agreeable?

“Why?”

He smiled in embarrassment but he told me.

“Do you get hard when you have been shot?”

I had to think about it. I really had to think about that because I had to admit that I was unsure whether I really got hard or not. As he saw that I was trying to figure out whether I did or not he let me hear a short and also embarrassed laugh.

“Well…then…what about the dentist. Do you enjoy that?”

That was an easy one.

“No.”

“You see.”

“But I’d get hard if I had my nipples pierced and you tugged on them. I also enjoy being shot, as long as no important guts are hit”

“Really? …honestly?”

It was true. I had always hidden it; it was easy to hide that if you wore robes which actually two people could wear together. But it had been hard to hide when Hakkai insisted on healing me straight after those battles. Mostly he had taken off my robes to reach the wounded spots. And it was hard to hide a bulge in your pants when you were lying on the floor and had to stand the full attention of another man. I couldn’t bring my hands down to my groin then because he and the others surely would have noticed then. It would have been too traitorous.

But there was no way that Hakkai had never noticed. I really appreciated him for not talking about that neither to me nor to others. Hakkai just knew about decent behaviour. At least most of the time.

“Yes, dead honest, now shut up.”

I heard him chuckling devilishly and I knew that he was up to something about which you just could raise your head and look at the sky and ask the gods why you had to stand that plague. He stopped abruptly and seriously stared at me.

“Shall I shoot you?”

Before I even could think about it and work on pictures showing me that action I felt that pleasurable stinging pain in my stomach and also the pain in my balls getting slightly worse. If this had been possible at all.
Not good.

“YES.”

NO, what the fuck…how could I agree with that… I swallowed in anticipation and now my brain showed me the pictures which I associated with ‘Shall I shoot you’ and Gojyo and his ’Shall I shoot you’.

“Now?”

“Yes.”

Was I drugged? Gone nuts? Hello, I was Sanzo Houshi Sama, agreeing with being shot by an asshole?
He also swallowed in excitement.

“Where do you keep the gun now?”

I was confused because I had two voices in my head, trying to convince me to do it and to stand up and run away.

“I know anyway, I’ll go and get it.”

“N…no…”

I blinked and he turned around as well.

“No? Not?”

I stared at him in confusion and discomfort.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Just your shoulder.”

The fairground in my pants finally convinced me. I was so desperate anyway from being teased and aroused so much and then not being able to cum so that idea sounded like salvation.

“In the drawer, hurry up before Royo will disturb us again.”

He jumped off the bed, checked whether the door was still locked and then got the gun. There couldn’t happen anything bad, the conditions under which I got shot during fights were even more hostile and worse. I pushed the blanket aside and lay down on the bed. With the gun in his hand he climbed the bed and positioned himself over me. I spread my limbs all over the bed and my heartbeat uncomfortably sped up that much that I could feel it pulsing through my whole body. I could barely keep still because of the thrills I felt chasing up and down my spine…

“Right or left?”

“Left…”

What was I doing there…I should have taken it and thrown it away, instead of that I licked my lips and waited for him to cock it.
He would shoot me, maybe I hadn’t completely realized but he was going to SHOOT me, send a bullet through my shoulder, make me bleed and cause me a kind of pain which blocked everything else out. The bullet surely would get through the flesh and bones; it had a very strong vigorous effect. It was going to blow a hole into my shoulder and I was going to be not able to move it for days and move it in pain for weeks. If we managed to hide it from mother Hakkai hen.