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Takeru flung the door to his apartment open and growled out, “Who the fuck is knocking on my door before noon on a Saturday?”
Ken raised his eyebrows.
“What… Why are you here? How'd you even get here?”
“You said your address to the driver the other night,” Ken said mildly.
“Of course. Of fucking course you were miraculously coherent enough to catch that. Why?”
“I need my ID back, Angel.”
Takeru glowered at Ken for a moment before heading back inside to dig out his wallet. He tugged out Ken's ID and tramped back to the door.
“Here. Never call me that again.”
Ken snatched his ID back with a heavy sigh. “Alright, fine. I assume you also got banned?”
Takeru scoffed. “No shit. I filled your whore ass.” Enough so his cum spilled free the moment he'd pulled out, and just the thought of it dribbling from Ken's ass made him want to fill it again…
“So where else do you go? You know another place?”
“What? No. Do you?”
Ken bit his lip, the first sign of nervousness he'd displayed. “Technically, but it was long enough I don't know if it's still there. And…”
“...And?”
Ken’s explosive exhale caught Takeru by surprise. Even more surprising was his reluctant admittance:
“I’m blacklisted. It was really early on, and I kept trying to—provoke—well I felt nobody went hard enough so I would… I was poorly behaved.”
“If you want someone to go hard enough, I'm literally right here.”
Takeru regretted the words immediately. This couldn't happen again. Surely he was taking advantage of Ken, considering the unspoken but obvious reason he was like this.
Before Takeru could take it back, Ken was slipping past him into the apartment, holding out a spider gag in offering.
Fuck this should not be happening what the fuck was he thinking—
“Put that on. Take off everything else. Kneel in front of the couch.”
Takeru didn't stick around to watch Ken undress. He needed to grab something.
Ken's cock was already stiffening by the time he was waiting in seiza. This was not why he'd come to Takeru's apartment, it was not, he needed his ID—
Then why bring a goddamn gag with you?
“Spread your cheeks.”
The moment he heard Takeru's voice behind him, Ken obeyed, rising up to his knees and gripping his own ass to expose himself.
An ice cold metal ball nudged at his hole, the barest hint of lube applied to his rim before it was shoved inside with agonizing slowness, forcing him to feel the stretch. It was huge, and so heavy that once it slipped inside, it dropped like a stone against his prostate.
Ken's jaw tried to clench automatically but couldn't, so his grunt was very audible. Before he'd had half a chance to adjust to the massive ball, a tug left him whimpering. Takeru tied the rope of the anal hook punishingly tight to the buckle of Ken's gag, forcing his back to arch sharply and his neck to angle back to leave a straight shot to the back of his throat.
Soft laughter as Takeru stepped in front of Ken before settling on the couch. He'd already unzipped his pants, dick resting heavy on one hand as he spread his legs wide and pulled Ken close by the hair.
“What was that earlier? You were poorly behaved?”
Takeru grabbed Ken by the chin. “Look at you. Perfectly positioned to service me. So eager to be a cockwarmer.”
Ken was yanked onto Takeru's dick, all the way to the hilt, so sudden and intrusive that Ken gagged a little and tears rose in his eyes. He'd clenched involuntarily, and the awful shock from that led to the tears overflowing.
“You're nothing but a pet slut the moment anyone so much as glances your way. Well now you're my pet slut. So you better slobber on my cock plenty, otherwise it'll rip your pretty little ass in two when I fuck it later.”
Ken felt Takeru's dick jump in his throat when he referred to Ken as his pet slut.
“Fold your arms behind your back.”
Ken did as told immediately. He hadn't realized he'd stabilized himself against Takeru's legs, and now he slipped forward until his nose was buried in blond pubic hair. Once again, the massive metal ball buried deep in his ass shifted, leaving him feeling heavy and full and the pressure on his prostate keeping him so unbearably hard.
The head of Takeru's cock was so firmly planted against the back of Ken's throat he couldn't breathe. He gurgled weakly in protest and tried to jerk away, only to have his desperation backfire horribly.
Takeru pulled Ken off his cock. By the rope strung between the gag and the anal hook.
Ken screamed, involuntarily clenching up and spasming even worse at the sharp pain. Takeru dropped his hold on Ken entirely, leaving him to fall quivering against his lap. With no way to close his mouth, the panicked, gasping noises spilled forth from Ken's throat.
He almost came untouched.
Ken's gasping sobs had Takeru ready and eager to just grab his head and pound his throat until he came and forced Ken to lick up any that spilled.
But Ken's ass quivered every time he clenched down, and Takeru was tempted to tear out the anal hook, fuck him and fill him and ram a plug to keep his seed inside.
It's not like I have a deadline, Takeru realized with a smirk. We've got plenty of time for both.
Before he acted on either impulse, Takeru's hand drifted over to the remote left sitting innocently on the couch. It was on the lowest setting, and he would click the button just the once. The mere thought of it excited him.
“Don't jerk your head forward.” That was the only warning Takeru offered before shocking Ken right in his ass.
Ken's eyes blew wide, his shriek the perfect combination of pain and terror. Fuck, the way he jerked up and his ass cheeks frantically tensed and twitched. Takeru sucked in a breath, barely maintaining the control not to finish himself immediately at the sight.
A pleased thrill shot through Takeru's gut when Ken instinctively shrank away from Takeru's touch. Takeru firmly gripped his hair until he stilled.
Ken's mouth was dripping blood. It irked him, because if he was going to draw Ken's blood, he was going to do it deliberately. With a frown, Takeru realized he hadn't even glanced at Ken's equipment before it went on.
He quickly released the knot anchoring Ken's head to his ass. The trembling man slumped over, panting, his chest soaked with sweat. Narrowing his eyes, Takeru unbuckled the gag and tugged it from Ken's mouth. Ken flinched, then winced as he pulled his jaw shut.
Once it was out, what happened was obvious. The cut was at the corner of Ken's mouth, right where the top and bottom lips met.
As far as Takeru could tell, Ken had messed with the hardware on purpose. The smoothed covering on the rivet keeping the leather together appeared to be pried off, leaving the sharp edge of the metal exposed.
Takeru's gaze grew frosty. “What the fuck is this,” he said dangerously, dangling the leather strap from two fingers.
Ken said nothing.
“Alright then. Since you don't give a fuck about safety.”
Takeru picked up the remote, raised the power two clicks, and held the button down for a full ten seconds.
Ken's face contorted and his body seized up. He collapsed to the floor, moans more like sobs pouring out of his mouth as his hips rutted up uncontrollably and thin fluid streamed out of his dick.
Takeru let him lay there for a minute or two, gasping and panting and shivering. He licked his lips, then dove down on top of Ken, kissing him sloppily and slicking his tongue with the blood still lingering in Ken's mouth. It tasted perfect.
Ken shuddered, squeezed his eyes shut, and parted his lips, his own tongue probing upwards to meet Takeru's. Takeru sucked on Ken's bloody lip, and if he dug his teeth in to make it bleed a bit more, it's not like Ken would object.
With a wry grin, Takeru finally lifted his head up. “Good news, Ken-chan. With enough electricity, you come like a girl.”
He yanked the anal hook out before Ken could even try to relax his muscles, another cry escaping him as it tore the rim of his ass on the way out.
He'd applied enough lube for the hook; Ken didn't need anymore for Takeru's cock. He shoved Ken's legs apart, gripped his knees to keep him that way, and slid in with his own breathy moan.
Takeru finished in minutes, because how could he not? Ken's dazed face, his half limp body, his ass still squeezing down on his cock like a perfect vice made for Takeru.
After he'd softened, Takeru pulled out and stood on shaky legs to go grab one last gift.
Ken tensed at the feel of slick silicone against the head of his cock, pressed tightly against his frenulum.
“Here, pet slut. Enjoy the other way girls come.”
Ken's attempted protest became a wailing moan as Takeru turned on the vibrator. His panting little cries crested and waned with the force of his ejaculate. Ken's orgasm happened within seconds, and lasted over a minute.
Takeru allowed Ken to draw back, and turned off the vibrator. He could be somewhat merciful.
But only Takeru got to inflict pain on Ken. He needed to put his perfect bitch on notice that his self destructive shit wasn't going to be tolerated.
What better way than to make sure Ken was in even more pain than he'd meant to get? Based off the traces of blood on his cock, Takeru was pretty sure having anything in his ass would make Ken suffer.
“Lick me clean,” Takeru ordered. He reached across the couch for his phone to double check he still had the app installed.
Ken wheezed out a laugh. He wasn't even sure he could crawl in his current state.
“I'm waiting, bitch. Don't keep me waiting.”
“Fuck you,” Ken croaked. His neck ached too much to bother turning his head to look at Takeru as he said it.
Silence. Then, “Oh, is that your ‘poor behavior’? Cute.”
Before Ken could even find a reply, Takeru was standing directly over him, a disturbingly perfect smile on his face. Very slowly, Takeru sank to his knees, positioning himself just right so his dick smacked into Ken's face.
“Lick it clean, slut.”
Ken cringed when Takeru's balls settled on his chin. But he still opened his mouth and extended his tongue, trying and failing to get his own sticky blood off Takeru's cock.
“Useless. You really are just good as a few holes to fuck, aren't you, Ichijouji?”
Ken allowed his eyes to fall closed and pulled his tongue back into his mouth. It was obvious this wasn't what Takeru was really after.
“And right now it wouldn't be fun to fuck any of your holes. Pathetic. The least you could do is be properly grateful.”
Ken sighed, then rasped, “Let me guess, I'm supposed to thank Master for his cum?”
Takeru shifted away from his face, making sure to poke his dick into Ken's cheek before fully standing up.
“Your words mean nothing to me. Your actions, however…”
Ken's eyes snapped open. There was rustling, the sound of some sort of cardboard box being opened, of something being removed from the cradle of a plastic shell.
“I'll be generous. Here's something to assist you in holding my cum inside.”
“A-ahhh, nnngg—”
Ken's mind blanked out for a moment, lost in sickening sensation as Takeru relentlessly pushed inside the thickest butt plug Ken had ever felt.
“There we go! Nice and tight.” Takeru accompanied the cheery statement with a hard slap against the base. Ken yelped.
The silicone didn't ache the way the anal hook had. It pressed his prostate without purposely targeting it for torment. His rim stung, slightly stretched by how thick the stem was, even though it was thoroughly slicked with lube.
“I've got a little story about this one,” Takeru said, pressing a button on the bottom of the plug and making it twitch once with vibration.
“There was this guy. Insisted he loved ass play. A fucking size queen. Wanted to gape. I'd originally bought this toy hoping to use it on him. Never happened. Want to know why?”
Ken was fairly certain he would find out why whether he wanted to or not, because some things, like how much Takeru loved to hear himself talk, never changed.
“First time we played, I used that anal hook on him. The fucker safeworded after a single shock. Never saw him again. Fucking pussy.”
After having felt that shock, Ken very much understood why anyone sane would want out of that situation, sure.
“Is there a point to this?” Ken asked.
Takeru's response was to smirk down at Ken and press something on his phone. Ken slammed his mouth shut, struggling to breathe through the sheer blast of vibration in his ass. Even when it stopped shortly after, he swore his hole twitched with aftershocks.
Takeru's smile grew angelic again. “Well, you're a stupid whore, but you're certainly not a pussy. And finally, you're mine. You just take it like the perfect pain slut you are.”
Takeru pulled Ken upright by the hair. It fucking hurt, and Ken grit his teeth against the pain. After the initial command, he still hadn't moved his arms from where they sat crossed behind his back, and he didn't now to hold himself up despite his scalp feeling like it was caught in a searing fire.
Takeru's other hand gripped Ken's shoulder, his nails cruelly digging in and stabilizing him, removing the pressure from his hair.
“So good for me. So obedient. So compliant. My perfect little sex toy. You belong here. Belong with me. Belong to me.”
You belong here.
For some reason, Ken's throat felt more choked than when Takeru was suffocating him on his cock.
“And since you're such a good little pet pain slut, you're going to keep this in the rest of the night.” Takeru shoved a box against Ken's chest.
Once it fell, Ken saw what it was. Lovense Hush 2. Large. His mouth went dry looking at the diameter. That was half an inch wider than any other plug he'd ever worn.
“And you really will be keeping it on all night! The largest model can last something like a dozen hours before it needs to be charged.”
“What time is it?” Ken whispered.
“Not quite 14.”
Ken's stomach dipped. He shivered, tightening his ass around it without thinking.
“And every time you come like the anal slut you are, I want you to remember who is doing this to you. Because I'm the one who decides how much you hurt.”
Takeru held up Ken's spider gag, then threw it towards the garbage can. It didn't make it all the way in, but it caught on the edge, swaying there like it was mocking him.
“You are not allowed to pull this shit again. Understood?”
Chafing at the order, Ken snapped, “How the hell can you actually stop me?”
“Then safeword, bitch.”
Ken clenched his jaw and glared at the floor, too embarrassed to meet Takeru's gaze.
“That's what I thought. Also, for fuck’s sake, move your arms before they fall asleep.”
Ken did as told, but unfortunately for him, his arms were extremely asleep. The pins and needles momentarily hurt more than the giant intrusion into his ass.
“When you can stand, come take a shower,” Takeru called out on his way into the bathroom.
Within seconds, Ken heard the water running. Right as the butt plug rumbled to life. It was low, hardly enough sensation to even be a bother, but ever so slowly, the intensity increased. Eventually it vibrated his entire abdomen, hitting his prostate, his perineum, even tickling his balls.
Ken shivered and gasped and winced as his oversensitive dick began to grow hard again. At one point, he managed to climb to his hands and knees, only for him to buckle and stroke his cock.
It hurt so much. It hurt. It was amazing.
Ken burst into tears when he finally started to come, jerking himself with a trembling hand. The orgasm slammed into him like a tidal wave, more brutally intense and awful and pleasurable than he'd ever had all at once before.
And he was absolutely thinking about Takeru. His voice, saying those words.
You're mine. So take it like the perfect little pain slut you are.