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“Are you ready?” Yuchi put on an air of confidence as he nervously adjusted the leather garters that held his thigh high, latex socks. Hearing a tiny squeak from the other room, presumably Kyo’s hopeful approval, Yuchi ran a hand over his hair, fluffing it and making a pouting face into the mirror.
Yuchi stepped into the doorway, one leg out first, and he heard the expectant sounds of restraints hitting metal as Kyo leaned in to see.
He had seen Kyo just half an hour earlier when he was hooking his hands and feet into the cuffs that bound him into the chair, but seeing him again—red faced through his thick makeup, dick twitching in his sheer panties, muscles contracting under tattooed skin as he reflexively wanted to touch himself already— sent Yuchi head over heels. Kyo was utterly helpless, mad desire not yet clouding his innocent little puppy eyes as he looked at him reveal himself in full, and Yuchi felt a lump form in his throat as he gripped the crop in his hand tightly.
“Have you been a bad girl?” Yuchi awkwardly hit the crop against his gloved hand, shifting his weight onto his other leg as he stopped in front of his captive audience. He budged again and nearly cleared his throat as a tickle of anxiety traveled past his lips in a tiny whimper. He tried to keep a straight face, but felt his lip start to bunch up and shiver at Kyo’s stare.
Kyo’s eyes rounded as he looked him top to bottom, bottom to top again before settling on Yuchi’s twisted, humiliated face. Kyo then proceeded to double over, arms catching behind him with a loud clank as he started to cry in laughter.
Yuchi let the riding crop fall to his side, resting it at his polished boot.
“Oh, Yuchi,” Kyo’s eyes were wet as he lifted his gaze, choking with giggles, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. That’s just so adorable. It’s so… not you.”
Yuchi deflated for a moment, turning his head away in shame, and Kyo immediately worked to course correct, “No, no, wait,” Kyo sat up with his back to the chair, “you— fuck, you look so good, though. But, uh…” Even through the pale foundation, Kyo could see Yuchi going red. “You seem uncomfortable.”
Yuchi twirled the crop in his hand and pursed his lips into a pout, “I’ve been kind of nervous, actually. Mmm…” Yuchi twisted it in his grip. “I thought I would be ready… I’ve, uh— well, I practiced a lot. But I really just want to make you happy.”
Despite his rather compromised position, Kyo made a face that made Yuchi feel gushy with affection. Kyo’s eyes went half lidded and sincere as he said, “Do whatever you want to me, but only what you want. That’s what will make me happy. It’s only sexy if you’re into it, too.”
Yuchi approached him, then playfully struck Kyo’s ankle with the crop, “Aww, what a softy.” As he looked upwards from Kyo’s feet that recoiled in their restraints, Yuchi’s mouth curled into a grin, “Well, your heart’s the only thing soft about you, apparently.”
“You look so fucking good right now.”
Yuchi bashfully tucked his hair behind his ear, forgetting for a moment he was supposed to be Kyo’s feared dominatrix and not a schoolgirl with a crush.
The two had agreed that night: Yuchi could peruse Kyo’s collection and take whatever he wanted to use on him. The fantasy was his to choose as well. Yuchi was initially hesitant, scared that he would hurt him or scare him away when letting his mind run wild, but Kyo merely patted him on the shoulder and assured him there was very little that could truly frighten him.
Kyo had trained him on the basics already— where not to strike him, how to restrain him in all sorts of fun ways with the bondage cuffs, even how to operate his fuck machines and pumps— and thought he could give Yuchi full reign. He provided Yuchi with very few restrictions on what he refused to do, and truthfully Yuchi didn’t even understand half the words coming out of his mouth, and the other half were things he never imagined happening to anyone but prisoners of war.
Kyo’s only request was to be restrained. When he saw that Yuchi had chosen the adjustable chair, a “simple, but elegant choice”, in Kyo’s words, he nodded his approval and showed Yuchi all the fun things he could do with it.
Yuchi was embarrassed to let Kyo know how long he spent at home practicing, throwing a flogger against a crane game bear he tied to a chair with a shoelace. At the end of his sessions, Yuchi would squish the bear’s cheeks in his hands and apologize, wiping invisible tears off the smiling creature’s face. He’d then wonder how he would ever be able to do such a thing to Kyo, who was doubly as soft and cute as the teddy.
As Yuchi looked at Kyo, at his mercy for the night, he realized he rapidly had to change his plans as his composure crumbled to dust. When his eyes passed over Kyo, just the quick exchange of their glances caused Kyo’s cock to throb and jump. Kyo shifted his position as much as he could in anxiety, his eyes eating away at Yuchi as his mind undoubtedly went through all the possible things that were about to be inflicted upon him. When Kyo restlessly twitched for Yuchi to make a move, already growing frustrated as evidenced by the line drawn between his brows and the sweat that tickled his chest, Yuchi realized what it was he wanted to do that night.
Yuchi tossed himself in the plush chair across from Kyo, adjusting his skirt and flashing his thighs to Kyo. He lobbed one of his legs over the other and let his foot bob in the air. Putting one elbow on the arm of the chair, he rested his chin on his palm and smirked at Kyo.
Kyo’s eyes passed from his legs to his face, “What are you planning?” He tossed some of the synthetic hair extensions from his face to get a better look at him.
“Nothing.” Yuchi drummed his fingers against his cheek. “I’m just going to watch you squirm.”
And that he did. He merely sat, watching, shifting his position to flash a leg or give Kyo a peak at his panties. He studied every movement in Kyo: his neck muscles tensing when Yuchi lifted his arms to adjust his harness, flashing his unshaved pits; Kyo’s small Adam’s apple moving beneath his skin when Yuchi pulled a lipstick from his bra and reapplied the red; his thighs clenching when Yuchi licked his dry lips. With time, even a simple movement of Yuchi’s fingertips would cause Kyo to fidget in anticipation. Yuchi covered his mouth: this was more fun than he expected.
Yuchi stood and walked to the side of the room, his heels clicking against the wood floors. Kyo’s eyes followed him as he bent over to pick up a book from the bottom shelf of Kyo’s bookcase, scanning the spines carefully. Yuchi’s small panties barely contained him, and he pressed his thighs together to gratuitously show Kyo everything: the bulge peeking through his thighs in the black fabric and his ass before he straightened up, letting his short skirt fall over it.
Yuchi took a book on the art of shibari in its gaudily decorated leather cover , standing and flipping through it casually. He stood there with his hip popped, sneaking glances at Kyo in his peripheral.
“What?” Yuchi snapped the book shut and set it down on the top shelf, turning towards Kyo. “Tell me. Do you really think I’m that attractive?” His eyes passed to Kyo’s cock, painfully hard and already throbbing as he stared.
Kyo swallowed hard. “I do.”
“I’d really love to know why.”
“Your legs, they… they look so good in latex.”
“Your cock can’t be that hard just from looking at my legs.”
Kyo’s eyes flicked from his legs to Yuchi’s mouth, “Your makeup looks perfect for cumming on. You’d like that, right?”
“Oh, that’s nice,” Yuchi said sardonically, “Are your thoughts always straight out of a cheap porn? I was hoping for something a bit more creative.”
“Those boots—how tall are they? Four inches? Five? You must wear them a lot, with how you walk in them. Do you like to wear them when you’re getting railed in the ass?”
Yuchi scoffed and smiled as a wave of nostalgia hit him, “Well… Once or twice. You know how it is. There’s a cute support drummer that keeps giving you looks all night, and that venue just happens to have locks on the dressing rooms. Have you ever been bent over, hands gripping the counter as you watch yourself get fucked in that vanity mirror? I remember… that drummer loved to pull my hair. He came too quickly, though. A shame—he had such a thick cock… a lot like yours, actually.”
Kyo groaned, fingers flexing as he imagined grabbing a fistful of Yuchi’s hair.
“And? What else are you thinking about? I worked so hard on this outfit for you and that’s all you have to say?”
Kyo swallowed thickly. “The spikes and chains, all that leather—looks so fucking good with your adorable face… You always look so innocent, so easily corruptible. Something about you is always begging to be fucked—like you’re just waiting for someone like me to make you into something dirty.” Kyo paused to gauge Yuchi’s reaction, receiving only a jump in his eyebrow that prompted Kyo to continue, “But it turns out… all these years I’ve been thinking about it, you’ve always been just as fucked up as me. You’ve just got to have someone teach you.” Kyo cocked his head and gave a look of mocking sympathy. “Isn’t that right?”
“You have no idea what I have and haven’t done.”
“Clearly,” Kyo’s eyebrow cricked as a smile spread over his face, “You really fucked a bandmate in the dressing room once?”
“He was a kouhai,” Yuchi spun the crop in his hand, “Really nervous about it; it was cute.”
“But I’m the first senpai you’ve fucked?”
“First senpai, first one I actually cared about fucking up my relationship with. Higher stakes, I guess.”
“You ever been restrained like this?”
“Maybe never this—” Yuchi looked at the custom design, the enticing hole at the bottom of the chair where one of the fuck machines would be able to thrust through, “—intricately. But I like to bring cuffs with me to make things fun.”
“Your harness—you gonna let me hold onto that when you fuck me?”
“Depends.” Yuchi tapped the riding crop against his thigh. “Who even said I was fucking you today?”
“You don’t have the willpower not to.”
Yuchi pouted, unable to refute it convincingly without Kyo calling out his bluff. “You’re awfully mouthy for someone tied to a chair.”
“Because I know you. I don’t think you have it in you. You talk tough, but you can’t even use that crop against me. I’ll break you before you break me.”
Although the day was for Yuchi, Kyo just couldn’t help but be difficult. But Yuchi figured that was just part of his charm. In fact, he took it as a challenge.
Yuchi dragged the crop on the floor as he paced the room. If Kyo was going to make it hard, he would make it harder. Taking cues from his favorite porn, the ones with the captive sissy and the fearful dom, he parroted some of the words. “I guess you’re right,” He approached Kyo, touching him under his chin with the end of the crop and lightly bringing his gaze upwards as he circled around him, “I’m too nice of a person to actually hit you. And I know you’re filthy enough to want that sort of thing,” Yuchi stopped behind the chair and landed the crop on Kyo’s chest, circling his nipple with it, “but this isn’t about what you want. It’s about what I want. Right?”
Kyo’s nipple hardened at the touch and a shivering breath blew past his lips.
Yuchi broke from his script to say, straight from his deepest desires, “Besides… There are things I can do that are much crueler than that.” Yuchi dragged the length of the riding crop over Kyo’s lips, watching them purse around the material. “For now, I just want you to lick it.”
Kyo looked incredulously to Yuchi at first, letting Yuchi hold it on the fleshiest part of Kyo’s lip without moving.
Yuchi pushed it harder against his skin. “Do what I say or I’m not touching you.”
Kyo let the tip of his tongue slip out of his mouth as he slid it across the black metal handle.
Yuchi put his boot on the chair between Kyo’s thighs, digging his heel threateningly close to his balls. As Kyo grew more excited, he moved his entire mouth over the thin shaft, following it up as Yuchi brought the flat leather tongue at the end in contact with Kyo’s own tongue, prying his mouth open with a forceful downward movement. “Do you like it?”
Kyo’s eyes opened wide, spit falling from his mouth as he stared at Yuchi. He answered with a groan as he closed his mouth over the leather, sucking on it and rolling his tongue on the underside.
“Answer me properly.” Yuchi drew the crop out of his mouth and brought it to his side.
Kyo stuck out his bottom lip, licking around his mouth, “I do.”
Yuchi brought the crop to his face, lightly tapping his cheek with wet slaps. He traced it down his neck, over his nipples, down to his navel, leaving a shining trail of saliva down his skin.
“Not enough,” Yuchi said, then placed the crop under Kyo’s mouth. “Drool for me.”
Kyo’s mouth twitched at the instruction, his brow furrowing as he brought his lips to a point. He gathered spit into his mouth and let it go slack, letting a foamy, thick glob of saliva fall slowly onto the leather. Feeling some remaining wetness left in his throat, he rolled back and spat.
“Good girl,” Yuchi ran the wet crop down Kyo’s shivering body, soaking his panties as he lightly tapped his cock through the fabric. Kyo’s mouth dropped open, panting slightly as Yuchi increased the force, slapping his hard cock, then lowering down to strike his balls.
Not wanting to give Kyo too much, Yuchi stopped at once. “Huh… Maybe hitting you isn’t as scary as I thought.” Staring at the still glistening leather, Yuchi tilted his head and watched it sparkle, then placed it near Kyo’s mouth, swiping it over his lips, wetting them and smearing his makeup. He placed the crop on the floor and knelt near Kyo, who looked at him with a heaving chest.
Yuchi fingered at the pearl that hung from an adorable bow on Kyo’s panties, “So pretty…” His eyes passed to his cock, and he resisted against the urge to grip it in his fist and stroke him off to completion: it would be so easy to with how hard he was right now. Yuchi merely smiled pleasantly, giving it a quick and painful flick, “And this is pretty, too.”
Yuchi carefully pulled the panties down to Kyo’s thighs, freeing his cock. He was careful not to touch him too much, instructing him to move his thighs up and shimmy out of them the best he could in his position. With Kyo’s cock now in full view, purple and straining with desire, Yuchi sat back down on the chair across from him. He spread his legs, crossing his ankles over each other. Flipping his skirt up, Yuchi took hold of himself through the nylon fabric, all while keeping his eyes on Kyo, who started to fidget in his restraints.
“What is it?” Yuchi gripped his cock in his hand, jerking himself off slowly through the thin mesh.
“God, you look so fucking hot like that.”
“Hmm,” Yuchi feigned disinterest and gazed away from Kyo, circling the head of his wet cock with his fingertip. His fingers fidgeted with the waist of his panties for a moment, tugging on them and watching Kyo’s expectant eyes. Yuchi pulled them down, hooking them under his balls and letting his cock wiggle free.
His gloved hand passed over himself, bringing his foreskin over his head and gently pulling back down in slow, deliberate strokes. He let his cock fall slightly to the side as his hand floated away, then stroked it quickly, flashing the tip of his head as he jerked himself off.
Looking at the spit slick skin on Kyo’s body, he knew how he could torture Kyo in a wonderful way. Standing again, he approached him and gave him a close-up view of himself, hard and twitching, before Yuchi reached his palm towards Kyo. “Spit.”
Kyo glanced up a moment, then rolled his tongue in his mouth. He had to heave himself forward to reach Yuchi’s hand as he spat into it, ropes of saliva dangling from his tongue.
Yuchi wiped the wet sides of Kyo’s mouth with his thumb and gave him a quick pat on the cheek, thanking him. Yuchi sat back down, slicking himself with Kyo’s saliva. As Yuchi’s cock glistened, he fisted tightly around the base. His leather gloves shone, and as he started to work his shaft, the wet sounds of leather, saliva, and flesh filled the air in a way that filled Kyo with an unimaginable, molten heat.
Kyo ground his hips forward, trying to find any angle where he could get some kind of friction against his cock.
Yuchi stalled his movements, saying, “You seem frustrated.”
Kyo dipped his hips forward as far as he could, his cock helplessly bobbing in the air. He uselessly humped the empty space in front of him, sweat gathering on his forehead.
Yuchi continued, pumping himself faster and letting his hand leave his length with every few strokes, finding that it made the messiest, most delightful sound.
Kyo started to shiver, his skin glowing with a fine sheen of sweat.
Yuchi circled his hand over the head. “I love the way you’re trembling.”
“Let me out of this so I can rip those panties off and fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling my cock in you for a week.”
Hearing that, Yuchi nearly squeaked, but he held it together. He gripped tightly around the base of himself, unable to hide the precum that burst from his tip and slid down his length. Seeing the sneer start to form on Kyo’s lips, Yuchi quickly stamped it out by saying, “Keep being a brat and I’ll cum right now and leave you tied here for the rest of the night.”
Kyo winced as precum leaked from his slit, gathering in a small puddle between his shivering thighs. “Please don’t. It… hurts a little.”
“I thought you liked pain.”
Kyo strained towards Yuchi, as if every inch that separated them was adding to his torture. He flexed his cock, flexed all his muscles in his body to try and escape the bonds that held him back. Yuchi had adjusted the cuffs to minimize all movement, allowing only about an inch worth of give—just enough space to let him squirm. Kyo’s fear grew as he watched helplessly, wondering if Yuchi actually would deliver on that promise to leave him there for the night after he had satisfied himself.
Yuchi clutched the base of his cock as he felt himself come too close too quickly. It was so tempting to go to him and cum over his screwed-up face, but he resisted the urge. Instead, Yuchi stood, letting his skirt fall over his hard length as he went over to Kyo’s aptly titled “Beginner’s Box” set out for him, although at this point he didn’t feel like much of an amateur. Reaching inside, he took out a leather blindfold, turning it over in his hands. “I’m going to blindfold you now. Just do what I say.”
He went to Kyo, trying to ignore his whimpering as he was forced to touch the back of his head as he tied it tightly there. As Yuchi turned, he accidentally brushed up against Kyo’s face. When Yuchi’s warm skin made contact with Kyo’s lips, Kyo involuntarily moaned as his tongue fell from his mouth, searching for Yuchi’s body.
“It’s only my arm,” Yuchi pulled away, leaving Kyo wrenching forward against the constraints. “What were you hoping for?”
Kyo ground his teeth together and sagged into the chair, “I just want your cock in my mouth.”
“I wouldn’t give in that easily,” Yuchi tapped the crop against the legs of the chair, his own impatience growing as he became achingly hard. It took everything for him to not slip his cock in between Kyo’s shivering lips at that moment. Seeing how desperately Kyo wanted him—he looked like he would even cum from a kiss on the forehead by this point— he knew how good he’d suck him off right now.
The thought made Yuchi brush away a smile with his hand. He knelt over, breathing lightly so Kyo wouldn’t hear, and he gently kissed Kyo above his brow, sweetly, innocently, gently.
Kyo stifled a groan by biting his lip, restraints locking up behind him as he leaned in for more. He waited with a held breath for more contact, wriggling and whining like a kicked puppy as nothing else came. With how his mouth twisted in misery, Yuchi wondered if there were real tears under that blindfold.
“Please… Give me anything. Anything.”
“You’re not so cocky anymore, are you?”
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Tempting, but watching you suffer like this is all that I want.”
Yuchi left his side, loudly stepping to the opposite wall of the room to search among Kyo’s impressive array of dildos, the prettiest displayed on the wall. Yuchi, however, didn’t want pretty tonight. He opened the crate on the floor, looking for the ones Kyo referred affectionately as his “little monsters”.
“Hmm,” Yuchi picked up a girthy dildo, bright teal and smooth, and ran his hand over it, “I think… let’s try this one. Kind of reminds me of you. Short, a bit thick in the head. It’s cute, though.”
Yuchi stepped away after closing the box, asking Kyo if he knew what he had in his hand.
“Ah…” Kyo was nearly delirious with want, and he slouched forward, “You went over to my toys on the wall. You got one of the big ones, didn’t you?”
“Why don’t you tell me?” Yuchi’s voice was sugar sweet and teasing as he touched Kyo’s lips with the dildo, smiling when Kyo’s tongue immediately left his mouth to search for what was placed before him. “Suck.” Yuchi put his thumb on Kyo’s lower lip to open his mouth for the toy.
Kyo moaned into it, his entire body moving as he desperately sucked it off, drawing the bulbous head into his mouth and sucking down the length.
“It makes you this horny just to suck on a piece of silicone?”
Kyo’s brows came together, and he moaned, nodding with a shameful flush to his cheeks as he brought the dildo deeper into his throat. He loudly slobbered on it, whimpering quietly as his mouth wet with spit.
“What have I done to you?” Yuchi pet the back of Kyo’s head with his gloveless hand, and just the touch of his bare, warm skin brought a muffled squeal from Kyo. “If I’m not careful you might break.”
He wanted to see it: Kyo succumbed to his lowest instincts, so desperate that he would be reduced to nothing more than an animal. He wanted to see him surrender entirely to his baser needs, pathetic enough to sacrifice all shame just for a single touch from Yuchi’s hand. If he were able to render him nothing more than a wobbling mass of tears and gnashing teeth when he was through with him, that’s when he would be happy.
Kyo panted, the dildo laying heavily on his tongue. Yuchi slipped it out, and Kyo said breathily, “I think I’ll be a bit too loose after that—if you want to fuck me after.”
“Are you trying to change my mind or something? This isn’t anything you can’t handle. Besides…” Yuchi twisted it in his hand, “I’d like to see you get torn apart by something like this, even if all I get in the end is what’s leftover.”
Kyo shuddered and sighed, “God, who taught someone like you to talk like that?”
Truthfully, it was years of imagining Kyo that taught him. As he fantasized, he switched between himself and Kyo, spanking and being spanked, fucking and being fucked. Watching depraved videos and thinking of the two of them together, the vile fantasy of imagining his senior like that only added to the thrill. It all seemed to come naturally as Yuchi slipped into the role, even if he always liked to imagine himself as victim instead. There were even times, years ago, when he went out to find the shortest guy in the bar just so he could feel what it’d be like with Kyo laying over him, pumping into him, but it was never enough. Now he had Kyo to himself, and he delighted in it.
Yuchi kissed the tip of the dildo, then reached out and touched the end of Kyo’s nose with it. “You taught me!”