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(Style shamelessly ripped and edited from shichihenge's smut meme. Love you bb ( Read more... )
Ohkura watched enthralled as the large piece of shaped plastic disappeared from his view. His heart was beating out a hectic rhythm as adrenaline surged through him. He couldn’t believe how submissive his band mate really was. He’d always known, of course. He just hadn’t realized that it was this excessive.
Shiny purple fingernails bit into the arm of the sofa. Yassu whimpered a little. It was obviously a painfully large toy to take in but Ohkura continued to push the thing further inside. Yassu’s arse lifted higher, asking for more, even as his arms started to tremble and a small tear slipped down his cheek.
“Shhh, almost there.” Ohkura soothed. He stroked the fingertips of his free hand along Yassu’s softer skin, trailing from his entrance, down until he almost met balls before moving back up to the stretched skin again.
Yassu wiggled side to side at the touch, a muffled word slipping out around the ball gag. Ohkura pressed the toy in, just a little further. There had to be more than eight inches inside him now. It was time.
Yassu was pulled up, off his arms and knees to stand beside the sofa. Ohkura’s blood surged at the sight of the blonde; naked, hard, and tearstained. It was obviously awkward for him to stand with such a large faux cock inside him but he was doing his best, legs set wide apart. It was a brilliant sight, visual proof that Ohkura had all the control.
He picked up the leather leash attached to Yassu’s dog collar and led the boy into the bedroom. Yassu obediently followed along behind, walking awkwardly. Ohkura took him past the bed to the far side of the room and pulled Yassu to stand in front of him, facing the wall to floor mirror.
Ohkura stood at his back and wrapped his arms around him. One hand sliding across Yassu’s stomach and clenching around his hip bone. The other arm slid up over his chest to grasp Yassu’s jaw, smearing the shining strands of saliva escaping the ball gag.
“Are you ready?” he whispered directly into his ear.
Yassu nodded, eyes wide with fear and lust at the unknown things his friend was about to do to him. Ohkura smiled, body thrumming at the power he felt. He let his hand move back down, spreading out the trail of salvia until there was a shiny patch down the centre of Yassu’s chest. Slowly he trailed his hand down until he had the base of the toy in his palm. Ohkura let his thumb find the switch. He locked his eyes with Yassu’s through the mirror and flicked it on.
Yassu convulsed in his arms, a scream tearing past the gag and the toy began to move. Ohkura had set it specifically. The tip and all down the length were set to oscillate while it vibrated and occasionally let out deep, mind numbing pulsations.
It took less than ten seconds before Yassu’s legs gave out. He fell hard, knees landing with a dull thud against the wooden floor. Ohkura fell with him, though his landing was much more controlled. He kept his arms around his lover’s torso, keeping him upright so they could both continue to watch through the mirror.
Yassu tried to close his eyes as the twitching of his body grew more pronounced but his master leaned into his ear, chiding him for not enjoying the show. Ohkura’s words were kind, gentle, and in complete contrast to the way he pressed Yassu’s thighs apart roughly as they were spoken.
Yassu opened his eyes and, at the sight of tanned fingers against his pale thighs, he came hard. The orgasm rocked him to his very core and back out again. If he hadn’t been so consumed by pleasure he would have been worried about his internal organs liquating from the vibration of his own convulsions.
Yassu continued to ride the orgasm, letting it flow over him in wave after wave as the toy continued to pulsate within him.
Ohkura had never seen anything so compelling in his life. Yassu’s legs were a mess beneath him, his body shifting and quaking in time to the sensations within him and never seeming to come to an end. Ohkura was almost at the edge just watching it. When he was sure he really couldn’t take any more, the drummer reached out and flicked off the switch.
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