we all saw this, right?
This clip? Maybe just the first 15 seconds or so? Yeah...
Rough Handling
Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
R-- Maru puts his thing down
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
“Koki, you’ve been a little handsy lately, which normally I wouldn’t mind, but this last time was a bit much.” Nakamaru’s gaze was a little chilly, staring imperiously down at him. Really, he shouldn’t be so hot and bothered by his best friend looking at him like that, but there was just something about the way Maru was standing there, arms sternly folded across his chest.
Koki looked down, unable to meet Maru’s eyes. He was afraid that if he made eye contact, he’d be caught, and there was no telling how Yucchi would react to an unfortunately timed erection. For chrissakes, they were just friends, Koki didn’t understand why he’d had the urge to reach out and grab a handful of Maru’s ass while they were at work, in front of tons of people, no less. Of course, they’d done the fanservice thing before, but this time had been different, somehow.
Long fingers grabbed a handful of his shirt, shaking and startling him into looking up, directly into Maru’s eyes. Koki was shocked, however, when the only thing that happened was a gentle, contemplative look falling across his face. “Koki... I think you need some discipline.”
Koki swallowed thickly, pretty sure that he’d gone pale from shock, and also the fact that it might have had something to do with the fact that his biggest fear had come to pass, and that he was as hard as a rock. As long as Maru didn’t pull him closer, no one would have to know. He’d be fine, right?
At least, he thought so, until Maru turned around and dragged him by the collar and across the dressing room to the couch, pushing him down like some kind of rag doll. He stalked back to the door, checking the hall for any onlookers, shutting and locking the door when he was satisfied that there were no witnesses roaming the hallway. Then Maru turned around, sharply, and advanced.
Koki was so screwed, but really, he was okay with that.
“So,” Maru breathed out, “I can’t help but notice that you’ve been more touchy-feely lately. I really don’t mind indulging you, Koki, so long as you keep it mostly behind closed doors. You’ll just have to learn your lesson this time.” With those words, Maru started unbuttoning and yanking at Koki’s shirt, not even allowing him to try and help. “I’m going to need you to keep your hands to yourself, Koki. Have some self-control.”
Even though every word from Maru’s lips was slightly condescending, Koki couldn’t help but moan aloud, tongue slipping out to playfully lick when a hand covered his mouth to muffle his noises. Maru stopped what he was doing to pull his hand away long enough to slap him lightly across the face, surprising another groan out of his mouth, and causing his hips to buck up, just enough for Maru to know that he was enjoying the rough treatment a little too much.
Maru pulled back, eyes narrowed and scrutinizing, making Koki feel a little bit uncomfortable. He didn’t know if being stared at like he was some kind of strange creature was worse than the appraising glint in Maru’s steely gaze, but either way, it wasn’t stopping him from being turned on.
“Koki, stand up for a moment, and lose your pants, shoes too. I want you leaning over the back of the back of the couch, on your knees, facing the wall.” Maru’s voice was stern and uncompromising, and everything that Koki was susceptible to during sex. He stood and scrabbled at the waistband of his pants and underwear, pushing them down to his knees, letting gravity work its magic on getting them the rest of the way off, and kicking them off along with his shoes. Eagerly, Koki got into position, curling his fingers around the back of the couch, chest brushing the upholstery.
Maru spoke again, velvety smooth and full of promise. “You’re so well-behaved right now, Koki, and it makes me wonder if you act out just so you can get punished. I’m beginning to think you’re doing things purposely to earn yourself more discipline.”
Koki almost choked on a breath, stilling at Maru’s logic. It was remarkably close to how he’d been acting lately; he had been acting kind of like a schoolchild with a crush, the way he’d been prodding at Maru. Maybe he’d matured to a teenager with a crush, this last time. He’d been found out, and he hadn’t even been aware of what he’d been doing, at least until now, after Maru had decided to take him in hand.
Koki was so transparent, but he could deal with that later.
Fingers trailed down his spine, lightly teasing before the touch was withdrawn. A few drawn-out moments later, a hard smack came down across his ass. Koki gasped and jumped, surprised at the sting, and also at the fact that he was leaning over a couch, which happened to be at work, and was being spanked by his best friend. It was too surreal, but there was no more time to contemplate the evening’s turn of events; one after another the blows rained down, alternating sides.
Koki wasn’t sure how long Maru intended to spank him, but he was sure that someone was bound to hear the dubious slapping noises coming from their dressing room and investigate. Another smack, this time on his upper thighs, had him crying out. “Yucchi, please, I’ll be good, I promise, I won’t let my hands wander when we’re in public, please.”
Maru scoffed as he gave one final resounding slap to each of Koki’s ass cheeks, before finally relenting. “Fine then, Koki, I’ll take your word for it. Just remember, this could happen again; though really I’m sure you’ll have to be disciplined again at some point in the future.”
Stern speech concluded, Maru took a seat next to Koki, and patted his lap in invitation. “Come on, Koki, have a seat. Or perhaps you should lie down across my lap?” Koki felt himself flush at Maru’s wicked smirk, and gingerly draped himself across his lap, mortified at the fact that he’d stayed hard for the entire duration of his spanking.
“I knew you’d enjoy that, Koki. You have two options now. One, I’ll allow you to hump the couch here and get off, or two, you wait until we leave here and we can continue at my place. What do you say?” It was hard for Koki to focus on Maru’s words; he was preoccupied with the fact that as soon as he’d positioned himself as best he could, gentle hands were stroking down the length of his back, soothing the reddened skin. He was on the verge of closing his eyes when he felt a sharp pinch and Maru’s slightly impatient, “Well? What will it be, Koki? Hump the couch or wait until we get home? It’s in your best interest to answer, you know.”
Koki’s eyes shot open, as he babbled out his answer. “I can wait, Yucchi! Please, let’s go back to your place, I know I can wait, really.” He struggled for a few seconds, eager to get dressed so they could go.
“Ah, slow down for a minute there, Koki. I say when we go, so you should keep that in mind.” Koki could hear the smirk in Maru’s voice, clearly enjoying his predicament. “This time, we can go ahead and go now. Get dressed.” With those words, Maru lightly slapped Koki’s ass one last time before allowing him to scramble out of his lap.
Dressing in record time, Koki turned to Maru one more time. “So, are you ready to go?”
Koki was so screwed, and he couldn’t wait for it to happen.
Rough Handling
Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
R-- Maru puts his thing down
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
“Koki, you’ve been a little handsy lately, which normally I wouldn’t mind, but this last time was a bit much.” Nakamaru’s gaze was a little chilly, staring imperiously down at him. Really, he shouldn’t be so hot and bothered by his best friend looking at him like that, but there was just something about the way Maru was standing there, arms sternly folded across his chest.
Koki looked down, unable to meet Maru’s eyes. He was afraid that if he made eye contact, he’d be caught, and there was no telling how Yucchi would react to an unfortunately timed erection. For chrissakes, they were just friends, Koki didn’t understand why he’d had the urge to reach out and grab a handful of Maru’s ass while they were at work, in front of tons of people, no less. Of course, they’d done the fanservice thing before, but this time had been different, somehow.
Long fingers grabbed a handful of his shirt, shaking and startling him into looking up, directly into Maru’s eyes. Koki was shocked, however, when the only thing that happened was a gentle, contemplative look falling across his face. “Koki... I think you need some discipline.”
Koki swallowed thickly, pretty sure that he’d gone pale from shock, and also the fact that it might have had something to do with the fact that his biggest fear had come to pass, and that he was as hard as a rock. As long as Maru didn’t pull him closer, no one would have to know. He’d be fine, right?
At least, he thought so, until Maru turned around and dragged him by the collar and across the dressing room to the couch, pushing him down like some kind of rag doll. He stalked back to the door, checking the hall for any onlookers, shutting and locking the door when he was satisfied that there were no witnesses roaming the hallway. Then Maru turned around, sharply, and advanced.
Koki was so screwed, but really, he was okay with that.
“So,” Maru breathed out, “I can’t help but notice that you’ve been more touchy-feely lately. I really don’t mind indulging you, Koki, so long as you keep it mostly behind closed doors. You’ll just have to learn your lesson this time.” With those words, Maru started unbuttoning and yanking at Koki’s shirt, not even allowing him to try and help. “I’m going to need you to keep your hands to yourself, Koki. Have some self-control.”
Even though every word from Maru’s lips was slightly condescending, Koki couldn’t help but moan aloud, tongue slipping out to playfully lick when a hand covered his mouth to muffle his noises. Maru stopped what he was doing to pull his hand away long enough to slap him lightly across the face, surprising another groan out of his mouth, and causing his hips to buck up, just enough for Maru to know that he was enjoying the rough treatment a little too much.
Maru pulled back, eyes narrowed and scrutinizing, making Koki feel a little bit uncomfortable. He didn’t know if being stared at like he was some kind of strange creature was worse than the appraising glint in Maru’s steely gaze, but either way, it wasn’t stopping him from being turned on.
“Koki, stand up for a moment, and lose your pants, shoes too. I want you leaning over the back of the back of the couch, on your knees, facing the wall.” Maru’s voice was stern and uncompromising, and everything that Koki was susceptible to during sex. He stood and scrabbled at the waistband of his pants and underwear, pushing them down to his knees, letting gravity work its magic on getting them the rest of the way off, and kicking them off along with his shoes. Eagerly, Koki got into position, curling his fingers around the back of the couch, chest brushing the upholstery.
Maru spoke again, velvety smooth and full of promise. “You’re so well-behaved right now, Koki, and it makes me wonder if you act out just so you can get punished. I’m beginning to think you’re doing things purposely to earn yourself more discipline.”
Koki almost choked on a breath, stilling at Maru’s logic. It was remarkably close to how he’d been acting lately; he had been acting kind of like a schoolchild with a crush, the way he’d been prodding at Maru. Maybe he’d matured to a teenager with a crush, this last time. He’d been found out, and he hadn’t even been aware of what he’d been doing, at least until now, after Maru had decided to take him in hand.
Koki was so transparent, but he could deal with that later.
Fingers trailed down his spine, lightly teasing before the touch was withdrawn. A few drawn-out moments later, a hard smack came down across his ass. Koki gasped and jumped, surprised at the sting, and also at the fact that he was leaning over a couch, which happened to be at work, and was being spanked by his best friend. It was too surreal, but there was no more time to contemplate the evening’s turn of events; one after another the blows rained down, alternating sides.
Koki wasn’t sure how long Maru intended to spank him, but he was sure that someone was bound to hear the dubious slapping noises coming from their dressing room and investigate. Another smack, this time on his upper thighs, had him crying out. “Yucchi, please, I’ll be good, I promise, I won’t let my hands wander when we’re in public, please.”
Maru scoffed as he gave one final resounding slap to each of Koki’s ass cheeks, before finally relenting. “Fine then, Koki, I’ll take your word for it. Just remember, this could happen again; though really I’m sure you’ll have to be disciplined again at some point in the future.”
Stern speech concluded, Maru took a seat next to Koki, and patted his lap in invitation. “Come on, Koki, have a seat. Or perhaps you should lie down across my lap?” Koki felt himself flush at Maru’s wicked smirk, and gingerly draped himself across his lap, mortified at the fact that he’d stayed hard for the entire duration of his spanking.
“I knew you’d enjoy that, Koki. You have two options now. One, I’ll allow you to hump the couch here and get off, or two, you wait until we leave here and we can continue at my place. What do you say?” It was hard for Koki to focus on Maru’s words; he was preoccupied with the fact that as soon as he’d positioned himself as best he could, gentle hands were stroking down the length of his back, soothing the reddened skin. He was on the verge of closing his eyes when he felt a sharp pinch and Maru’s slightly impatient, “Well? What will it be, Koki? Hump the couch or wait until we get home? It’s in your best interest to answer, you know.”
Koki’s eyes shot open, as he babbled out his answer. “I can wait, Yucchi! Please, let’s go back to your place, I know I can wait, really.” He struggled for a few seconds, eager to get dressed so they could go.
“Ah, slow down for a minute there, Koki. I say when we go, so you should keep that in mind.” Koki could hear the smirk in Maru’s voice, clearly enjoying his predicament. “This time, we can go ahead and go now. Get dressed.” With those words, Maru lightly slapped Koki’s ass one last time before allowing him to scramble out of his lap.
Dressing in record time, Koki turned to Maru one more time. “So, are you ready to go?”
Koki was so screwed, and he couldn’t wait for it to happen.