OOC: A YAOI STORY
((OOC: Thank Andrew and Daniel for the creation of this fic. It was never meant to exist. Congrats guys, you’ve created a monster.
TITLE: Tr00 Gay
RATING: No worse than anything else on this damn site.
PAIRINGS: Shinji/Kazuo/Mitsuru/Hiroki
WARNINGS: Major OOCness
WHY GOD WHY: I have no idea ;)
“Geez, Mitsuru, don’t you have any dignity?” Shinji said to Mitsuru, who was currently dressed in a leather outfit, complete with dog collar and leash held onto by none other than Kazuo Kiriyama. Despite the fact that Shinji was about to do something naughty with three other boys he still felt the need to insult another’s dignity.
“I told you, I’m only doing this for boss!” said Mitsuru, who wasn’t entirely telling the truth. He wasn’t so much doing it for Kazuo as much as he was doing it because Kazuo was there. “Now watch it or I’ll cream your ass at school tomorrow!”
“Cream my ass? Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mitsuru, I’m the one on top here.” Shinji winked.
“Mimura…do I really have to wear this?” came a voice from inside the closet.
“Come on Hiroki,” Shinji said, “I told you I’d only agree to this on one condition.”
“Alright, alright, but you’re making up for this somehow.” Hiroki stepped out wearing almost nothing aside from a fuzzy pink thong and a similarly colored pair of handcuffs. Unfortunately, the only other unused thong Hiroki could find had spots, and that was a little too close to Jaguar for comfort.
“Ha! And you were scolding me about dignity!” Mitsuru laughed as Hiroki shot him a dirty look.
“Alright, alright, my turn now!” Shinji said, stepping into the closet to get changed.
Kazuo stood almost completely still. He really had no idea why he was here right now; all he knew was that he was intrigued by the idea of an ‘interesting experiment, as Mitsuru described it. His hand gripped tighter around Mitsuru’s leather leash, it was rather cold in here considering Kazuo wasn’t lucky enough to receive an outfit. Aside from a collar much like Mitsuru’s (though Kazuo’s had some rather menacing looking spikes on it) Kazuo Kiriyama was completely naked.
“Ta da!” Shinji said, stepping out of the closet. He was also in leather but his outfit though his looked much more dominant with many buckles and chains. From behind his back he pulled out a long leather whip.
“Whoa!” Hiroki said, “You better not be using that on me, I never agreed to that.”
“Come on Hiroki, do you never want to try something new? You’ve been pulling that ‘don’t use the whip’ act with me the last three times.” Shinji said, as Hiroki stared in horror. Shinji was sworn to keep their past activities a secret, though Hiroki eased up a bit as he saw the other’s reactions. Kazuo just stood, looking deep in thought at something-or-other, and Mitsuru looked almost jealous.
Mitsuru had other things in mind, however, the first being just how to get Kazuo into this. The boy never seemed to show any emotion, so would there really be a way to get him to do this properly? It would be rather embarrassing if Kazuo went limp the entire time, especially after he went around bragging about how ‘hard’ boss was. He never thought anyone would actually ask for a demonstration.
As for Shinji and Hiroki’s motivations, well, their intention for being together had been revealed much to Hiroki’s displeasure (though Shinji didn’t seem to mind too much). One might be a little surprised that Shinji of all people would be doing this when he could get any girl he wanted, and he still did quite often, though once in a while he wanted a little something different. Besides, the ladies resisted the whip even more than Hiroki did (though if Hiroki whimped out again tonight he would also like to try it out on Kazuo, though whether or not he’s be allowed was still up in the air).
Kazuo didn’t really have any reason in particular to be there. Aside from being vaguely interested he had also flipped through a few pages of a book titled Gay Man’s Kama Sutra, and the time he spent reading those pages would’ve been useless if he never got the chance to try out the information he had learned.
“So, it looks like you two are going first,” Shinji said, still not quite believing that Mitsuru would get Kazuo to do anything, “Come on. Show us what you got.”
Mitsuru bit his lip. Oh, he was going to get Shinji for putting him on the spot like this, though it technically was his fault for bragging so much about his boss. Hey, if he wouldn’t brag for himself, someone had to. It would be a shame not to, looking at the naked Kazuo standing in the middle of the room there was no doubt that he was sexy and possibly more athletic looking than Shinji. Mitsuru walked over to Kazuo and kneeled in front of him, waiting for Kazuo to react. Kazuo looked at him with curiosity, but otherwise nothing.
“Boss…we can’t do anything unless you get it up.” He said, but Kazuo still just stared.
Mitsuru lifted his hand and moved it near Kazuo’s member. He hesitated a little, partly because Shinji and Hiroki were watching and partly because he didn’t know how protective Kazuo was of his best friend there.
“Are you going to do something now?” Kazuo said, and after a few more seconds of hesitation Mitsuru finally reached out to stroke Kazuo. Kazuo raised an eyebrow at this though still nothing happened and it took quite a fair bit of teasing on Mitsuru’s part to make it go up.
Mitsuru’s eyes widened, Hiroki’s jaw dropped, and Shinji began to feel a fair bit jealous. His nine inches were usually quite sufficient for anybody, but Kazuo’s cock easily reached to twelve inches if not even more. He was surprised that Kazuo didn’t faint from blood loss, though Kiriyama’s expression was barely different from his normal one.
“Turn around.” Kazuo said to Mitsuru as he recalled the information in his book.
Mitsuru was hesitant, in all honesty he was a little scared of what Kazuo could do, though his attraction to his boss overwhelmed those thoughts. Besides, if he didn’t turn around who knew how Kazuo would react?
He turned and waited for Kazuo to begin and, shuddering as he felt Kazuo’s cold hands on his shoulders. It took him a few seconds to do anything else, trust Kazuo to think everything through even in a situation like this.
Kazuo didn’t waste any time with starting out slowly and working his way in, no, he went full throttle from the start. It made Hiroki have second thoughts about wanting to try anything with Kazuo, though Shinji was still quite determined (Of course, he still had hope that Kazuo would let him be the dominant one). Mitsuru winced a little; Kazuo didn’t seem to be taking any care at all to make it less painful. He tried to move away just a little, but Kazuo yanked back on the leather leash causing Mitsuru to lose his balance completely and fall flat on the ground, Kazuo on top of him.
Kazuo continued to go at Mitsuru, who, despite the intense pain, seemed to be enjoying it in some strange way. He was no masochist, but this wasn’t just anybody here. This was boss here. Mitsuru wouldn’t do this for anyone else, though he had the feeling he might be soon considering the looks he got from Shinji. Even he didn’t like the idea of that whip though, what was Shinji thinking? He did begin to wonder just how much stamina Kazuo had, which he guessed was quite a lot. This could take a while.
Surprisingly, Kazuo pulled out pretty quickly. He obviously had a lot more left in him; it was as if he had simply lost interest in Mitsuru. Now, Mitsuru wouldn’t stand for that. As much as he wanted the pain to stop he hated the thought of his boss with anybody else. Nobody else spent as much time with Kazuo as he did. Nobody else was as loyal to Kazuo as he was. And Mitsuru wasn’t one to waste an opportunity.
He turned around and grabbed Kazuo by the shoulders, pulling him forward. Kazuo himself looked a little dazed (was it pleasure? Could he even feel that?) and was off guard for one of the few times in his life. Mitsuru began to kiss him passionately, running his fingers down Kazuo’s well-muscled chest. Kazuo retaliated, digging his fingers into Mitsuru’s shoulders and pushing him away, though even he didn’t seem to be using all of his strength. Mitsuru eventually got the point and rather unwillingly stepped away from Kazuo.
“B…Boss…I…” Mitsuru said, looking quite a bit nervous.
“That was not what I originally planned,” Kazuo said, not looking phased at all, “But I suppose it was…interesting.”
“Alright, alright, enough with that. You’re not the only people here you know.” Shinji said. Hiroki seemed too amused to say anything at all.
Shinji approached Kazuo, “Now maybe I’d like a go at our handsome gang leader here…” he said, Mitsuru and Hiroki both giving him a very jealous look.
“Hey! Boss doesn’t go with just anyone, you know!” Mitsuru said, switching from a jealous look to a glare of death.
“Oh, alright, I get the point,” Shinji said, “I’ll let you keep your little crush.”
“I can make my own decisions, Mitsuru.” Kazuo said, approaching Shinji, “Let me see that.”
Kazuo gestured to the curled up whip in Shinji’s hand. Kazuo wasn’t sure what the allure of this object was. He has heard of this…bondage, or sadism, or whatever it was called, but he never quite understood it. Perhaps it was a mental sickness? Strange, Shinji always seemed quite sane. He took the whip from Shinji and examined it, running his fingers down its rough surface. He cracked it on the ground, the other three boys jumped at the sudden noise.
“Interesting…” he said, tossing it aside as Shinji went to pick it up again.
“I can try it out on you if you want.” Shinji winked at Kazuo.
“That will not be necessary.” Kazuo said. He wasn’t afraid of the pain it would cause but if there was one thing he knew about this whole sex business it was that there were the submissive and the dominant. Much like winners and losers in fighting. Kazuo refused to be on the losing side much like he refused to be on the submissive.
“Yeesh, nobody likes this thing. And to think, I actually paid for it.” Shinji said, giving a suggestive glance to Hiroki, “You already have the handcuffs.”
Hiroki sighed, “Alright alright. Just once, if you promise to get off this thong kick, because I am so not wearing the spotted one. Ever.”
“Deal!” Shinji said, disappointed at the loss of thong but pleased that he’d finally be able to use the whip, “Go cuff yourself to something.”
Hiroki looked around, “There…really aren’t that many things here I could do that with.”
“Well, we have a twelve inch pole over there…” Shinji said, looking suggestively at Kazuo.
“No thanks,” said Hiroki, “I think I’ll take the leg of this table even if it does mean I have to kneel down.”
“Come on, you know I’d make you do that anyway.” Shinji said.
Shinji pulled his pants down before Hiroki interfered, “Come on Mim. No way I’m letting you pull a Kazuo on me, go get that lube.”
“Oh, alright, alright, if you insist.” Shinji said, winking, “Yeesh Hiroki, you’re pretty demanding.”
Mitsuru would have walked up to Shinji and punched him right now if walking wasn’t so uncomfortable.
“Alright,” he said, “You mean to say you had lube this entire time?!”
“Yes…” Shinji said.
Mitsuru was in full-fledged anger mode right now. “And you couldn’t tell me this while I was being…being…?!”
“You never asked.” Shinji said, trying to act innocent. Mitsuru was fuming.
“Mitsuru…” Kazuo said, “If you would prefer it I could find another partner to experiment on, if I decide to again.”
“No!” Mitsuru said quickly, blushing as he realized he had latched himself onto the still-naked Kazuo’s leg. Kazuo stared down at him as he let go and edged away a bit.
The pants-less Shinji came back with some Vaseline, not looking all too happy about it. He hated the perfume smell, but alas he didn’t have the non-scented kind and for some reason Hiroki didn’t want to use butter. Shinji didn’t understand why, he wasn’t even the one who had to eat out of that butter tub.
Mitsuru finally managed to almost stand, not seeing that Kazuo’s foot was still on the leash. He was quickly pulled down to the ground, Kazuo, who seemed to be too busy contemplating his recent experience to pay attention, slipped on top of Mitsuru as the leash was yanked from under his foot. Normally, Mitsuru would have been happy to have Kazuo on top of him twice in one day, however, now it was just getting painful.
Kazuo didn’t get up for a few seconds; he didn’t seem too sure about what to do now. He got himself off of Mitsuru but, imitating Mitsuru’s previous actions immediately came back down on him and began to kiss, though Kazuo was much more aggressive about it. He forced his tongue into Mitsuru’s mouth, not seeming to have any other goal other than reassuring his dominance after he let Mitsuru initiate the kiss earlier.
He still couldn’t comprehend the allure of this particular activity. It did feel quite…interesting, to say the least. Kazuo couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it certainly wasn’t an undesirable thing, at least in this case. But that didn’t mean that Kazuo was going to start kissing on a regular basis, it didn’t matter to him if he ever did it again, though now he knew it wasn’t something to fight back against like, say, a physical attack.
Mitsuru only wished that Shou could be trusted with a secret. If Shou knew that all Mitsuru had to do to get a make-out session with Kazuo was spot him reading some alternate Kama Sutra and say ‘Do you wanna try that out?’…well, it was almost worth taking the risk of having his little affair spread around the school. He decided against it though, he couldn’t have the entire school knowing, it would hurt his reputation, and more importantly, Kazuo’s.
Kazuo finally broke apart from Mitsuru, and stood up as if nothing happened. Mitsuru stood as well, though he was very uncomfortable doing it, considering the treatment he’d just received from Kazuo’s twelve-inch monster and the fact that he himself had an erection (hey, naked Kazuo can do that to you). Unfortunately for him, there was no way Kazuo was going to be on the bottom.
Meanwhile, Mimura and Hiroki had already gotten to their business, completely ignoring what Kazuo and Mitsuru had just done. For all they cared right now the other two boys could be painting each other’s nails.
Hiroki had to admit he rather enjoyed being on the bottom, though he would like to try being on the top once in a while. Maybe Mimura would let him if he let him use the whip a few times. After all, how bad could it-CRACK! Hiroki cringed with pain as the whip came down on his back, though Mimura was rather enjoying himself.
“Okay, Mim, that’s enough.” Hirko said, yelping as Shinji brought the whip down once again, “MIM!!!”
“Alright Hiroki, whatever you say.” He said, tossing the whip aside, “And I thought I was supposed to be on top.”
Shinji continued as normal, pressing his chest against Hiroki’s back. Hiroki cringed for a second but Shinji’s warmth actually made him feel quite a bit better. He would probably have stopped the entire thing right at the first whip if he could stand to see Shinji disappointed (and the intense martial arts training may have made him a little bit more resistant to pain as well).
“Alright, that’s it,” Mitsuru said as Shinji and Hiroki finished up, “If I’m just gonna be watching you two go at it now I’m outta here.”
“I may as well go too,” Kazuo said, “I no longer have business here.”
“Oh, how disappointing.” Hiroki said, “I guess we’ll just have to go on without you.”
“I guess you will.” Mitsuru said, “And if you tell anyone about this, I will strangle you, I swear.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, but I don’t think you let Hiroki finish.” Shinji said, “He was about to say…it’s a shame you aren’t staying. I’d planned for an orgy.”
Updated again on Oct 2nd!))
TITLE: Tr00 Gay
RATING: No worse than anything else on this damn site.
PAIRINGS: Shinji/Kazuo/Mitsuru/Hiroki
WARNINGS: Major OOCness
WHY GOD WHY: I have no idea ;)
“Geez, Mitsuru, don’t you have any dignity?” Shinji said to Mitsuru, who was currently dressed in a leather outfit, complete with dog collar and leash held onto by none other than Kazuo Kiriyama. Despite the fact that Shinji was about to do something naughty with three other boys he still felt the need to insult another’s dignity.
“I told you, I’m only doing this for boss!” said Mitsuru, who wasn’t entirely telling the truth. He wasn’t so much doing it for Kazuo as much as he was doing it because Kazuo was there. “Now watch it or I’ll cream your ass at school tomorrow!”
“Cream my ass? Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mitsuru, I’m the one on top here.” Shinji winked.
“Mimura…do I really have to wear this?” came a voice from inside the closet.
“Come on Hiroki,” Shinji said, “I told you I’d only agree to this on one condition.”
“Alright, alright, but you’re making up for this somehow.” Hiroki stepped out wearing almost nothing aside from a fuzzy pink thong and a similarly colored pair of handcuffs. Unfortunately, the only other unused thong Hiroki could find had spots, and that was a little too close to Jaguar for comfort.
“Ha! And you were scolding me about dignity!” Mitsuru laughed as Hiroki shot him a dirty look.
“Alright, alright, my turn now!” Shinji said, stepping into the closet to get changed.
Kazuo stood almost completely still. He really had no idea why he was here right now; all he knew was that he was intrigued by the idea of an ‘interesting experiment, as Mitsuru described it. His hand gripped tighter around Mitsuru’s leather leash, it was rather cold in here considering Kazuo wasn’t lucky enough to receive an outfit. Aside from a collar much like Mitsuru’s (though Kazuo’s had some rather menacing looking spikes on it) Kazuo Kiriyama was completely naked.
“Ta da!” Shinji said, stepping out of the closet. He was also in leather but his outfit though his looked much more dominant with many buckles and chains. From behind his back he pulled out a long leather whip.
“Whoa!” Hiroki said, “You better not be using that on me, I never agreed to that.”
“Come on Hiroki, do you never want to try something new? You’ve been pulling that ‘don’t use the whip’ act with me the last three times.” Shinji said, as Hiroki stared in horror. Shinji was sworn to keep their past activities a secret, though Hiroki eased up a bit as he saw the other’s reactions. Kazuo just stood, looking deep in thought at something-or-other, and Mitsuru looked almost jealous.
Mitsuru had other things in mind, however, the first being just how to get Kazuo into this. The boy never seemed to show any emotion, so would there really be a way to get him to do this properly? It would be rather embarrassing if Kazuo went limp the entire time, especially after he went around bragging about how ‘hard’ boss was. He never thought anyone would actually ask for a demonstration.
As for Shinji and Hiroki’s motivations, well, their intention for being together had been revealed much to Hiroki’s displeasure (though Shinji didn’t seem to mind too much). One might be a little surprised that Shinji of all people would be doing this when he could get any girl he wanted, and he still did quite often, though once in a while he wanted a little something different. Besides, the ladies resisted the whip even more than Hiroki did (though if Hiroki whimped out again tonight he would also like to try it out on Kazuo, though whether or not he’s be allowed was still up in the air).
Kazuo didn’t really have any reason in particular to be there. Aside from being vaguely interested he had also flipped through a few pages of a book titled Gay Man’s Kama Sutra, and the time he spent reading those pages would’ve been useless if he never got the chance to try out the information he had learned.
“So, it looks like you two are going first,” Shinji said, still not quite believing that Mitsuru would get Kazuo to do anything, “Come on. Show us what you got.”
Mitsuru bit his lip. Oh, he was going to get Shinji for putting him on the spot like this, though it technically was his fault for bragging so much about his boss. Hey, if he wouldn’t brag for himself, someone had to. It would be a shame not to, looking at the naked Kazuo standing in the middle of the room there was no doubt that he was sexy and possibly more athletic looking than Shinji. Mitsuru walked over to Kazuo and kneeled in front of him, waiting for Kazuo to react. Kazuo looked at him with curiosity, but otherwise nothing.
“Boss…we can’t do anything unless you get it up.” He said, but Kazuo still just stared.
Mitsuru lifted his hand and moved it near Kazuo’s member. He hesitated a little, partly because Shinji and Hiroki were watching and partly because he didn’t know how protective Kazuo was of his best friend there.
“Are you going to do something now?” Kazuo said, and after a few more seconds of hesitation Mitsuru finally reached out to stroke Kazuo. Kazuo raised an eyebrow at this though still nothing happened and it took quite a fair bit of teasing on Mitsuru’s part to make it go up.
Mitsuru’s eyes widened, Hiroki’s jaw dropped, and Shinji began to feel a fair bit jealous. His nine inches were usually quite sufficient for anybody, but Kazuo’s cock easily reached to twelve inches if not even more. He was surprised that Kazuo didn’t faint from blood loss, though Kiriyama’s expression was barely different from his normal one.
“Turn around.” Kazuo said to Mitsuru as he recalled the information in his book.
Mitsuru was hesitant, in all honesty he was a little scared of what Kazuo could do, though his attraction to his boss overwhelmed those thoughts. Besides, if he didn’t turn around who knew how Kazuo would react?
He turned and waited for Kazuo to begin and, shuddering as he felt Kazuo’s cold hands on his shoulders. It took him a few seconds to do anything else, trust Kazuo to think everything through even in a situation like this.
Kazuo didn’t waste any time with starting out slowly and working his way in, no, he went full throttle from the start. It made Hiroki have second thoughts about wanting to try anything with Kazuo, though Shinji was still quite determined (Of course, he still had hope that Kazuo would let him be the dominant one). Mitsuru winced a little; Kazuo didn’t seem to be taking any care at all to make it less painful. He tried to move away just a little, but Kazuo yanked back on the leather leash causing Mitsuru to lose his balance completely and fall flat on the ground, Kazuo on top of him.
Kazuo continued to go at Mitsuru, who, despite the intense pain, seemed to be enjoying it in some strange way. He was no masochist, but this wasn’t just anybody here. This was boss here. Mitsuru wouldn’t do this for anyone else, though he had the feeling he might be soon considering the looks he got from Shinji. Even he didn’t like the idea of that whip though, what was Shinji thinking? He did begin to wonder just how much stamina Kazuo had, which he guessed was quite a lot. This could take a while.
Surprisingly, Kazuo pulled out pretty quickly. He obviously had a lot more left in him; it was as if he had simply lost interest in Mitsuru. Now, Mitsuru wouldn’t stand for that. As much as he wanted the pain to stop he hated the thought of his boss with anybody else. Nobody else spent as much time with Kazuo as he did. Nobody else was as loyal to Kazuo as he was. And Mitsuru wasn’t one to waste an opportunity.
He turned around and grabbed Kazuo by the shoulders, pulling him forward. Kazuo himself looked a little dazed (was it pleasure? Could he even feel that?) and was off guard for one of the few times in his life. Mitsuru began to kiss him passionately, running his fingers down Kazuo’s well-muscled chest. Kazuo retaliated, digging his fingers into Mitsuru’s shoulders and pushing him away, though even he didn’t seem to be using all of his strength. Mitsuru eventually got the point and rather unwillingly stepped away from Kazuo.
“B…Boss…I…” Mitsuru said, looking quite a bit nervous.
“That was not what I originally planned,” Kazuo said, not looking phased at all, “But I suppose it was…interesting.”
“Alright, alright, enough with that. You’re not the only people here you know.” Shinji said. Hiroki seemed too amused to say anything at all.
Shinji approached Kazuo, “Now maybe I’d like a go at our handsome gang leader here…” he said, Mitsuru and Hiroki both giving him a very jealous look.
“Hey! Boss doesn’t go with just anyone, you know!” Mitsuru said, switching from a jealous look to a glare of death.
“Oh, alright, I get the point,” Shinji said, “I’ll let you keep your little crush.”
“I can make my own decisions, Mitsuru.” Kazuo said, approaching Shinji, “Let me see that.”
Kazuo gestured to the curled up whip in Shinji’s hand. Kazuo wasn’t sure what the allure of this object was. He has heard of this…bondage, or sadism, or whatever it was called, but he never quite understood it. Perhaps it was a mental sickness? Strange, Shinji always seemed quite sane. He took the whip from Shinji and examined it, running his fingers down its rough surface. He cracked it on the ground, the other three boys jumped at the sudden noise.
“Interesting…” he said, tossing it aside as Shinji went to pick it up again.
“I can try it out on you if you want.” Shinji winked at Kazuo.
“That will not be necessary.” Kazuo said. He wasn’t afraid of the pain it would cause but if there was one thing he knew about this whole sex business it was that there were the submissive and the dominant. Much like winners and losers in fighting. Kazuo refused to be on the losing side much like he refused to be on the submissive.
“Yeesh, nobody likes this thing. And to think, I actually paid for it.” Shinji said, giving a suggestive glance to Hiroki, “You already have the handcuffs.”
Hiroki sighed, “Alright alright. Just once, if you promise to get off this thong kick, because I am so not wearing the spotted one. Ever.”
“Deal!” Shinji said, disappointed at the loss of thong but pleased that he’d finally be able to use the whip, “Go cuff yourself to something.”
Hiroki looked around, “There…really aren’t that many things here I could do that with.”
“Well, we have a twelve inch pole over there…” Shinji said, looking suggestively at Kazuo.
“No thanks,” said Hiroki, “I think I’ll take the leg of this table even if it does mean I have to kneel down.”
“Come on, you know I’d make you do that anyway.” Shinji said.
Shinji pulled his pants down before Hiroki interfered, “Come on Mim. No way I’m letting you pull a Kazuo on me, go get that lube.”
“Oh, alright, alright, if you insist.” Shinji said, winking, “Yeesh Hiroki, you’re pretty demanding.”
Mitsuru would have walked up to Shinji and punched him right now if walking wasn’t so uncomfortable.
“Alright,” he said, “You mean to say you had lube this entire time?!”
“Yes…” Shinji said.
Mitsuru was in full-fledged anger mode right now. “And you couldn’t tell me this while I was being…being…?!”
“You never asked.” Shinji said, trying to act innocent. Mitsuru was fuming.
“Mitsuru…” Kazuo said, “If you would prefer it I could find another partner to experiment on, if I decide to again.”
“No!” Mitsuru said quickly, blushing as he realized he had latched himself onto the still-naked Kazuo’s leg. Kazuo stared down at him as he let go and edged away a bit.
The pants-less Shinji came back with some Vaseline, not looking all too happy about it. He hated the perfume smell, but alas he didn’t have the non-scented kind and for some reason Hiroki didn’t want to use butter. Shinji didn’t understand why, he wasn’t even the one who had to eat out of that butter tub.
Mitsuru finally managed to almost stand, not seeing that Kazuo’s foot was still on the leash. He was quickly pulled down to the ground, Kazuo, who seemed to be too busy contemplating his recent experience to pay attention, slipped on top of Mitsuru as the leash was yanked from under his foot. Normally, Mitsuru would have been happy to have Kazuo on top of him twice in one day, however, now it was just getting painful.
Kazuo didn’t get up for a few seconds; he didn’t seem too sure about what to do now. He got himself off of Mitsuru but, imitating Mitsuru’s previous actions immediately came back down on him and began to kiss, though Kazuo was much more aggressive about it. He forced his tongue into Mitsuru’s mouth, not seeming to have any other goal other than reassuring his dominance after he let Mitsuru initiate the kiss earlier.
He still couldn’t comprehend the allure of this particular activity. It did feel quite…interesting, to say the least. Kazuo couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it certainly wasn’t an undesirable thing, at least in this case. But that didn’t mean that Kazuo was going to start kissing on a regular basis, it didn’t matter to him if he ever did it again, though now he knew it wasn’t something to fight back against like, say, a physical attack.
Mitsuru only wished that Shou could be trusted with a secret. If Shou knew that all Mitsuru had to do to get a make-out session with Kazuo was spot him reading some alternate Kama Sutra and say ‘Do you wanna try that out?’…well, it was almost worth taking the risk of having his little affair spread around the school. He decided against it though, he couldn’t have the entire school knowing, it would hurt his reputation, and more importantly, Kazuo’s.
Kazuo finally broke apart from Mitsuru, and stood up as if nothing happened. Mitsuru stood as well, though he was very uncomfortable doing it, considering the treatment he’d just received from Kazuo’s twelve-inch monster and the fact that he himself had an erection (hey, naked Kazuo can do that to you). Unfortunately for him, there was no way Kazuo was going to be on the bottom.
Meanwhile, Mimura and Hiroki had already gotten to their business, completely ignoring what Kazuo and Mitsuru had just done. For all they cared right now the other two boys could be painting each other’s nails.
Hiroki had to admit he rather enjoyed being on the bottom, though he would like to try being on the top once in a while. Maybe Mimura would let him if he let him use the whip a few times. After all, how bad could it-CRACK! Hiroki cringed with pain as the whip came down on his back, though Mimura was rather enjoying himself.
“Okay, Mim, that’s enough.” Hirko said, yelping as Shinji brought the whip down once again, “MIM!!!”
“Alright Hiroki, whatever you say.” He said, tossing the whip aside, “And I thought I was supposed to be on top.”
Shinji continued as normal, pressing his chest against Hiroki’s back. Hiroki cringed for a second but Shinji’s warmth actually made him feel quite a bit better. He would probably have stopped the entire thing right at the first whip if he could stand to see Shinji disappointed (and the intense martial arts training may have made him a little bit more resistant to pain as well).
“Alright, that’s it,” Mitsuru said as Shinji and Hiroki finished up, “If I’m just gonna be watching you two go at it now I’m outta here.”
“I may as well go too,” Kazuo said, “I no longer have business here.”
“Oh, how disappointing.” Hiroki said, “I guess we’ll just have to go on without you.”
“I guess you will.” Mitsuru said, “And if you tell anyone about this, I will strangle you, I swear.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, but I don’t think you let Hiroki finish.” Shinji said, “He was about to say…it’s a shame you aren’t staying. I’d planned for an orgy.”
Updated again on Oct 2nd!))