Dangerous Play
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Adult +
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20
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2,573
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4
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Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. Ergo: not real or factual. I do not know D (or any other jrock band) and I am not gaining profit from this!
Swallow
Thanks to Asp for their lyrics! As usual, this is fanfiction. So that means it isn't real and I'm not getting paid for this! (I wish!)
Dangerous Play
Chapter 5: Swallow
"Just stick it in and I will swallow..."
"Hmm... but of course you did. You are guilty on both counts, little one."
"I'm not little," gritted out Asagi, feeling more angry as his powerlessness grew.
"That you are not," smiled Kisaki, his thumb stroking along the back of Asagi's hand. "But you are wilful and will sadly need more lessons until you are perfect." There was another silence full of tension. "I would have liked to make this short and easy night... but I fear... that I will have to take measures..." Asagi stiffened and bit his lip. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful -"
"It's too late to back out now. Ah! Here it is!" Giving the taxicab driver specific directions, within five minutes, Kisaki and Asagi were deposited on the pavement of a brightly lit, tightly packed shopping district. Before Asagi could protest, Kisaki was hustling him into a tiny shop that seemed almost invisible as it stood squashed between a live theatre for men and a squalid sake house. Inside, the lights hung low over various bits of merchandise which made Asagi pale. His hands dug firmly in his pockets as he veered his eyes away from the arcane equipment displayed on racks and in cases. 'For Maximum Pleasure' some of them said. He wondered how... But no - Kisaki was calling for him further in - and then he saw the long racks of lacy underthings - if tiny bits of lace, leather and string could be called underclothes. The proprietor left the two men alone - obviously familiar with Kisaki's preference for being alone when deciding on a purchase. Asagi watched as Kisaki held things up against him. It was as if the man had a photographic type of memory that could somehow take a piece of lace and magically imagine it on the tall vocalist. It is disgusting... Asagi thought miserably as he held onto the few pieces that had caught Kisaki's eye. After half an hour of perusal, Asagi was holding five unmentionables at arms length looking at the pieces of cloth as if they were loathsome insects. Nevertheless, Kisaki spread them out and pondered. Asagi waited, trying to not fidget. One look from Kisaki in a day was enough. After a moment, the man selected three and took them all to the counter. "I thought you said that you were going to get one..." whispered Asagi, blushing painfully as the proprietor of the shop took each garment off the hook, folded it and priced it. The old geezer didn't seem tooooo interested in the vocalist... but one never knew...
"These three were too good to pass up. In stores like these, you gotta snatch them while they are available," Kisaki shrugged with an air of great knowledge. Asagi nodded and watched as the bassist handed over a small wad of money. "Is it really worth it that much?" asked Asagi as they left the store. "So much yen..."
"Think of it as three good purchases that will teach you how to buy things like this in the future. The first three in what will become in the future a large collection." Asagi looked doubtful and did not reply as Kisaki waved down a taxi. "Tell him to go to your place," Kisaki said, getting in first. For a moment, Asagi didn't know what to say, but then he nodded and faintly told the taxicab driver his house address.
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"You always are. You never can do anything about it."
"He's a nice guy!" protested Ruiza, hotly, turning to his lackadaisical companion who was downing another beer.
"You said that last time too..."
"And as usual - you do nothing!" the blond guitarist fumed. "You just sit back and watch it - as if it were some tv show or something..."
"Well, they are all adults. And Tatsuya proved himself a big boy."
"With help!"
"Oh yes. How could I forget your meddling..."
"That's because I'm an honest upright person who -"
"Can't get laid even if they stripped naked and danced in the street. No offence, shortie, but Kisaki is forthright about what he wants. Asagi has the right to say no."
"But - but - but he's obviously in the weaker position! Of course he won't say no! He's got a career depending on his bedroom performance!"
"- is what you think," deadpanned Shion, with a shrug. "But if Asagi wants to survive, then if he thinks he needs to do it - he'd do it again for someone else."
"You're hopeless."
"No - that would be you. The newbie isn't a baby. He's just new to Kisaki. Once Asagi figures out what he wants, he'll make the decision - if he hasn't made the decision already."
"Why do you say that?"
"Did you see Kisaki-san? The dude was totally laid a short while ago... Who's gonna bet it was Asagi's ass?"
"You are so crude! Asagi is - is -"
"A man like everyone - and going by his wide, naive eyes - more than likely a virgin - when it comes to men." Shion watched as Sin waggled his hips at him invitingly. "Me. I'm not one for Kisaki's kind of entertainment. But - hey - a guy has to have his thing. Mine is more free... but whatever..."
"You're saying - Asagi got laid..."
"And you don't think that? The boss moves fast." Ruiza said nothing. "You think it happened too -" Shion turned to his compatriot and looked at the blond's troubled profile with curiosity. "That's why you are all heated up. Again."
"Well - it just seems wrong and -"
"And if Asagi's not crying rape to the police, he's obviously gotta be enjoying that kind of play on some level."
"Listen! This is Asagi we are talking about here. Cat and rose lover. Romantic to the bone. It might be a pride thing."
"OR it might be an enjoyment thing."
"That's just -" "Hey! Guys! What do you think?" Sin asked as the music came to a crashing end. Shion and Ruiza stared weakly at their new band mate. "I need to get drunk," Ruiza mumbled.
"Don't we all...." Shion agreed.
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"Tea?" Asagi asked Kisaki, ignoring the slight jibe. He slipped past the bassist to lean over the small kitchen counter and the two hot plates that served as a stove for his simple cooking.
"Forget tea..." Kisaki's arms wound around Asagi's waist as he leaned forward to kiss Asagi on his jaw. "I want to see you in the black lace. On the couch. Pronto. If you want tea, I'll make it." Asagi knew better than to resist. Kisaki would have his way - he was stronger than he looked - and his eyes always held the promise of something darker. He had already balked several times today... What will it be this time... sex on my couch... or... on the table... or... He felt ill just thinking about it - cold sweat breaking out over his now exposed chest. Slowly, he peeled off the rest of his clothing, folding them carefully onto a chair he had positioned in the corner of his tiny living room-kitchenette. For the first time, he felt ugly, gawky, boney in all the wrong places and too tall. It was like being in junior class gym all over again. Hunching his shoulders in discomfort, Asagi fished out the black things that Kisaki had gotten him. Not the red one or the blue... the black. Ah. There... He held up the underwear... surely it was underwear... and a small shirt thing... It looked familiar... Like something he would find in his sister's catalogues, which she would sometimes peruse when she thought he wasn't looking. After she caught him flipping through the lingerie pages, she would call him a pervert. Slipping the lacy top on, he wondered what his sister would think of him now. Worse than a pervert, he thought with a miserable blush as he tried (and failed) to jerk the fabric closer to his navel. ...more like a slut... Slipping on the bottom half was a little more difficult, but he got it done as fast as he could - more than aware of Kisaki's back and the rattle of his tea cups. Boiling water sloshed gently into the pot. Asagi wondered how he missed the sound of his own kettle's whistle. Shuffling his feet, he wondered where to put his hands... "At your sides," Kisaki said in a deeper voice, his eyes already darkening with desire. The bassist set the tea things down and circled around the hunched vocalist. "Stop hunching. There's nothing to be ashamed of." Asagi bit back a heated response. Instead, he stared morosely at the cupboards lining the wall across his small kitchenette. If he shut his eyes, maybe he could pretend that this was just not happening... He was not standing in the middle of his tiny living room in a scrap of fabric just barely covering his groin - nor was he proudly displaying his ass. Nor was he fetchingly encased in lace that didn't quite reach his navel and totally drew attention to his nipples which pushed through... And it was itchy. Where Kisaki's eyes went, his fingers traced after - enjoying the warmth and smoothness and the taut flesh beneath his skin. Asagi was beautiful - and even though he was ashamed - he was as untouchable as ever. Kisaki wondered if Asagi would ever realize what his power was. A beauty that tempted a man. Mocked a man's control and begged for spoiling. "On your knees," Kisaki said roughly. Shivering slightly, Asagi knelt and sat back on his heels, his eyes slightly down turned. "Very obedient - but too late, I am afraid. You showed lack of respect and enthusiasm for me. And... a definite defiance of previous orders to show awareness of me... Hmmm... disrespect and evasion... two or so strikes in one day. Perhaps the little one is reaching his teen years and thinks rebellion is... worthwhile?"
"I didn't -"
"Silence." Kisaki's sharp voice cut off Asagi like a knife slicing through butter. "As such... punishment is due... In pain, you will find Sincere repentance, I think." Asagi's eyes rose to eye the implement in Kisaki's hand. It was one of his cooking spoons for dishing out meals. Round and plastic it was hardly cupped - more like a flat spatula than anything else. It had been a housewarming present for him - bought by his mother. "I know you can't cook to save your life, Aki-kun," she had said. "But these will help start you on the path to some kind of cooking..." Shutting his eyes, Asagi sagged. Oh... kami... No... "Face the couch and lean over it," Kisaki said softly. Stiffly, Asagi obeyed. As he leaned over, he wondered why he was doing this. Why didn't he just get up, tell the man to get the fuck out of his apartment and call the police? My job is at stake. That's good enough reason. Perhaps. And as the spoon fell - stinging his buttocks into a sharp red blush and slightly bruising the skin, Asagi whimpered. It fell three times, each time Asagi clenched his eyes and teeth in vain hopes of forcing his vocal chords to be silent. By the fifth time, he was gasping with the building pain. Kisaki was giving each swing full power - he was sure of it. It didn't help the erection which grew as Asagi ground his aching groin into the couch with each blow. My job is at stake, he reminded himself, trying to ignore the shaming fact that he was actually responding to the........... Was there a name for this humiliation? His mind scrambled to put a name to it. Of course he had heard of this before... To call it spanking was worse. Surely there was a better name for this... A name that suggested eroticism and not something horrid and dirty... Inadvertently, he sobbed as Kisaki applied even more force to the tenth and final stroke. Asagi sagged against the couch, gulping in deep breaths of air as he tried to control his emotions and face. Behind him, there was silence and some quiet rustling. "Turn around on your knees again," Kisaki's cool voice brought Asagi to attention. He waited for the vocalist to turn. The man looked close to tears. Good. He'll break even easier this way. "You are going to perform something called fellatio."
Asagi didn't respond - just looked at Kisaki - as if the man had grown two heads.
"Have you ever done this before?" asked Kisaki, as he pulled his own half-erection out of his underwear. Asagi shook his head. "Funny. I'm not surprised. Well... that just means you're going to learn from the best. But Since I'm the only piece of equipment - as it were - around here - you're just gonna have to learn the hard way. And carefully. Anything you inflict on me, I'll inflict on you." Asagi nodded slowly - eyes never leaving the man's groin. Kisaki's member gave a little twitch and Asagi's eyes widened. "Seems to like you," grinned Kisaki, stepping forward to rub it in the kneeling man's face. "Do what I said, little one. Open up." Prying his teeth and lips apart, Asagi opened his mouth and nearly gagged as Kisaki shoved his cock in. "Take it like a man and suck!" Asagi tried to comply - but it was obvious he hadn't even read literature about oral sex before. Kisaki's hips jerked as if saying, "Hurry up! Get a move on!". The bassist rolled his eyes as the kneeling man's tongue fumbled around his cock. Slapping Asagi none too gently, Kisaki pulled Asagi's head back a little and repositioned his erection before shoving it again into Asagi's mouth. Rocking back and forth, Kisaki's erection hit the back of Asagi's throat, choking the vocalist. Every now and then, he felt faint as lack of oxygen threatened to overwhelm him - until - ah! A snatch of air! It was worse than the sex on the dressing table. And even more painful and disgusting, Asagi thought - although thinking seemed impossible in those moments. His stomach heaved in warning - but he somehow kept it down as the man's cock forced its way past his now inflamed and swollen lips. The insides of his cheeks were roughened and raw. Tears ran down his cheeks unheeded as drool seeped out slickly to fall off his chin onto his knees. Above his head, his hands were pinned together by Kisaki's hand - while the other hand shoved his face closer to the bassist's crotch. It was obvious that Kisaki was finding it hard to climax. Asagi wondered when it would be over - Anytime now would be good... It's lasting so long - But the cock kept raping his mouth, until a little bit of blood flecked the vocalist's lips, giving Kisaki a vision of crimson red and white. Suddenly - Kisaki came - spurting down the back of Asagi's throat - just as his stomach heaved in one desperate attempt. Kisaki climaxed and pulled away - just in time for Asagi to spew up all over Kisaki's clothing and groin. "Holy fuck!" Kisaki yelled in heavily accented English before back-slapping the still-heaving vocalist. Asagi rocked with blow, falling to the side and continued to be desperately sick - not realizing what he had done to deserve such harsh treatment. He had been bad, yes. But - surely Kisaki realized that this wasn't his fault! After his stomach totally emptied itself of dinner and whatever was left over from his tiny lunch, Asagi lay there - totally spent. Feeling nothing but pounding pain running up from his stiff knees - aching ass - to his pounding head. There was vomit, blood and cum all over his tongue and chin and face... He was wallowing in his own shit... Asagi laid there and sobbed. In Asagi's bathroom, Kisaki washed up. After using the man's shower, he trashed the clothing he had been wearing and raided the vocalist's closet. There was something marginally wearable there. He's got potential in fashion taste, too... Kisaki shook his head. Too bad he's so uneducated. Je*Reviens and Balsamic just aren't good learning grounds. He never got all the rules right... Still... Returning to the living room, he found Asagi there, still lying in his own waste. Clucking his tongue, Kisaki sighed. This is becoming a bad habit for him... Kisaki tutted in disapproval. What a child... Will he ever learn? Grabbing Asagi by the hair, the bassist forced the vocalist to his feet and pushed him into the tiny bathroom with the small shower. Turning the water on to ruthlessly hot, Kisaki left Asagi alone to clean himself up. He poured himself some tea and waited for Asagi to emerge. After fifteen minutes, the dark-haired man appeared wraith-like into the living room with a robe wrapped snugly around his skinny body. "Hand wash the underclothes I gave you. Get a new rug," Kisaki signed a check as he finished his second cup of tea.
"I -" Asagi's face scrunched up adorably - as he tried to hold back tears. Kisaki knew that the vocalist had just realized that he could hardly talk. More than likely Asagi was protesting the payment. The bassist could almost hear Asagi's uncertain indignation. I'm not a whore! "And don't think about talking dumb-ass," Kisaki said not unkindly. "Rest up. Use the money to get a rug and don't vomit on me again. I'm sure you're mature enough, little one, to handle this..." Asagi nodded, his face was purple with bruiSing, his lips were red and swollen and his hands were trembling a little. For a moment, Kisaki regretted the blow. It would be troublesome to cover that up with makeup... Still... I got something out of it... and he is still alive... so... The bassist shrugged, feeling better. Almost. But he seriously needs to get more practice in... if this is going to work... Asagi reached for the tea - and Kisaki rapped his knuckles. "No tea like this for you. I'll send the right stuff along. Until then, go lie down. You'll hear a ring - that'll be the stuff you need. Gels for your face and whatnot..." Asagi nodded and withdrew. Kisaki coughed warningly. "I know you can't thank me... but a bow will suffice..." The vocalist bowed stiffly before slipping into his room.
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