Beauty Contest - Part 2
Ohmiya, Sakumoto, OT5, InooBu (but believe me, pairings are not the main things here). NC-17. Smut. Betaed by inaudible_d. Two Three parts. Warning: SLUTTY-NINO, Exhibitionism, Group Sex, Erotic Shows with Price for Acts, Sub/Dom.
The timid architect was wearing a tight short black skirt and a matching blazer. He wore an unbuttoned white shirt beneath his blazer, revealing his unbelievably white skin. A pair of glasses rested on the bridge of his nose.
Arashi gathered at Nino’s apartment on Saturday night. Like the other night, a laptop was connected to the big screen - it’s even bigger this time. Sho acted as the operator again and opened the website in an instant.
“Whoa,” Sho’s eyes were twinkling. Inappropriate photos of the tributes were displayed for everyone to indulge.
“Where’s Nino’s?” Aiba urged.
Sho navigated to Nino’s corner and clicked it open. There were three photos in total, far less than the others’, but it’s far more advance in term of entertainment and pleasing aspect.
The first photo was the one Ohno took the other night, with Nino being splayed open and a cum-filled hole exposed blatantly. The second one was Nino in a maid costume, bending down and exposing his panties - his sexy and properly holed panties - to the camera. His face was turned to the camera seductively and he was licking his own finger. The last one was a photo of Nino being tied and gagged, enormous dildo was stuffed to his behind.
Now everyone knew what Nino and Ohno had been doing the whole week.
“Just vote already!” Ohno nudged Sho with his foot, slightly entertained by Sho’s naughty smirk.
“Alright, alright. We have five votes, one for each member.”
“My vote for Nino,” Ohno said.
“Yeah of course,” Jun rolled his eyes and laughed.
“Mine goes to Maru,” Nino said.
The whole room looked at him. Shocked.
“What? Look at his photos, he’s pretty hot!” Nino said. Ohno pinched Nino’s waist for that. Nino laughed, “And hey, don’t you think it’s an advantage if the finalist is someone who is head over heels for me?”
“Ah! You cunning little witch, I love you!” Aiba said in an amazed tone. He earned a kick from Ohno for that.
“I vote Fujigaya then. Maybe he’ll dance Touch Me Now. Who knows?” Sho shrugged and laughed.
“Shori kun,” Jun said, telling Sho to vote Shori for him without many words.
“Then I’m going for.. Maru too,” Aiba concluded and the vote was settled.
They had given up on voting for their own tribute since three contests ago. No matter who they voted for, their tribute will always make it to the final. And so far, they had won five out of six contests.
The only time when they lost was at 2009, when they were too drunk after their anniversary tour; giving the tribute at that time, Ohno, a hard time to do anything. And no, the amazing record was not because they were the Arashi. No.
It was simply the proof that they were just that.. pretty. Because the contest wasn’t judged by the brain, but by the physical reaction that was caused.
Sho glanced at the clock and he leaned back to the couch. They still had an hour to wait for the announcement. Sho looked around; Ohno was already busy tugging Nino to sit on his lap, Aiba was taking the beers, and Jun gazed at Ohno and Nino with his devilish smirk that Sho knew so well.
After meeting Jun’s gaze, Ohno thrust upwards until Nino moaned helplessly to his neck and said, “Guys, don’t you think we have to test our tribute first? You know, to check if he will be able to endure it all. The show will still be stopped when the tribute’s cumming, right?”
Nino tensed up, his eyes seeking for Ohno’s. Then, when Ohno gave him a glinting look, he smiled and purred his assent.
Aiba rushed back to the living room and gave Nino two cans of beer, “Then, you’ll be needing these.”
Nino smiled widely to Aiba and lick Aiba’s finger slowly while looking straight to Aiba’s eyes before taking the beers as his sign of gratitude.
He’s already changing to his submissive self - less talk, touchier, and pretty much pet-like - as always when Ohno showed his dominating self.
Jun looked up to Sho, as if asking for his consent. Sho giggled at that, jerking his head towards Nino while patting Jun’s butt; urging Jun to go on.
Looking at everyone’s readiness, Ohno smiled contently. He waited until Nino finished his beer and freed Nino from his shirt and pants.
Everyone was unbuckling their respective pants when Ohno commanded his Nino,
“On your hands and knees, Slut. Remember, you’re not allowed to cum before all of us do.”
Nino answered with a highly seductive purr and everyone knew an hour would be passed deliciously.
*******
Nino’s breath hadn’t returned to normal yet when Sho crawled to the laptop. He had not gotten his release yet, even. His face was mashed to his own carpet, decorated with his band-mates’ jizz, spits, and whatnot. His erection was painfully hard and his eyes were pleading, “Oh chan- please..”
“Please what?” Ohno asked sadistically.
“Please make me- please let me cum,” Nino begged, still unmoving even though he could.
Ohno grinned. He reached for Nino’s cock and pumped it lazily.
Nino grunted and it took all he had to not cum right then, “M- may I?”
“Hm,” Ohno acted like he was thinking, still pumping slowly and painfully urge-less. After a few agonizing seconds for Nino, he finally said, “Yes, you may.”
Nino let it all go in an instant. He bucked his hips to find more friction on Ohno’s hand and came just like that. He came hard, his body was shuddering and he was screaming.
Nino was a complete mess when he came back from the ecstatic feeling of his orgasm, but he didn’t complain - heck, he even felt in bliss like that. His butt was still sticking up to the air and the sticky feeling of white substances leaking from his behind made him smile.
Aiba dutifully took a warm damp cloth and tossed it to Ohno, walking graciously around Nino with his bare long limbs.
“How’s the vote?” he asked after he settled next to Sho.
“Our satisfying tribute goes to the final, of course,” Sho said, looking at the screen which showing Nino’s phenomenal photo.
Ohno stopped wiping semen from Nino’s body for a moment to give the younger a peck on the lips. Nino smiled and slowly shifted to curl around Ohno’s body. He had to restrain himself from humping any part of Ohno’s body while doing so.
“Maybe we shouldn’t did what we did,” Aiba chuckled when Nino winced a bit, “He’ll lost his stamina before he’s even performing.”
Nino buried his face on the gap between Ohno’s knee and the carpet and mumbled with an irritated tone, “Am the sexual powerhouse.”
The room was filled with laughter and Aiba nodded, “Alright, alright. I’m sorry, Master.”
Sho scrolled down and his eyes widened, “Inoo Kei?”
“He’s the innocent scholar, isn’t he?” Ohno asked, already returned to his task of cleaning Nino’s body. Nino licked some sticky thing that was left on the back of his hand.
“Scholar, yes. Architect to be exact. But innocent?” Aiba smirked, “I don’t think so. Same as Nino, he got the leader for himself.”
“But he’s the Dom, as far as I know,” Jun added, “Yabu is just a cute obedient boy around this seemingly innocent boy.”
“Well, the most innocent looking is always the-,” Sho stopped his sentence because Nino’s foot already landed on back. He laughed, “Yeah, you know.”
Aiba took over the mouse and scrolled down. His eyes were gleaming when he shouted the last finalist’s name, “Kame!”
Nino grunted, “Tsk. Maru would be perfect.”
Sho threw his head back, “Argh. It should be Jun and it would be my Hawaii all over again.”
He reminisced the day after their concert when he smuggled Kame inside his room. Kame and Jun gave Sho a private show that day. Or two. Or three. Or however many it took to give Jun the liberty to have a day for himself; snorkeling and such.
The screen flashed and they stopped complaining. Another announcement was showed.
Congratulations, Finalists!
Prepare your body and soul for tomorrow’s stage. Remember, bring your own necessities - toys, dresses, and such. We won’t provide any of it.
It could be as wild as you dare or as tame as you’re willing to. Do it the way you think Senpais would like it!
Last year’s rules are still applied, additional rules will be announced tomorrow at the venue.
Have your beauty sleep, Beauties!
- EroCupid
Sho looked at Ohno and Ohno understood at once. He lifted Nino’s body from the floor and brought the younger to the bed, “It’s on the top shelf of his closet, Sho kun. We’ll only bring some, not all of them. I’ll put him to sleep first.”
“Don’t wanna sleep,” Nino slurred to Ohno’s neck but he was as limp as he could be.
“Shut up. I’ll suck you off and you’ll sleep after that. Eye-bags are not pretty, you know,” Ohno grumbled and Nino smiled victoriously to that.
Sho opened the said closet and pulled out a big box. He opened it and his expression was lit up.
Meanwhile, Aiba was already rummaging Nino’s unexpectedly vast collection of dresses and costumes.
Jun walked towards Sho and took a peek inside the box. He hummed, “Hm, it’s far more complete than ours at home, Sho kun.”
Sho observed the toys with the excitement of a little kid.
*******
The next day, Arashi went to the venue with Jun’s spare car. Sho was driving, making sure Aiba was seated between Ohno and Nino on the back seat.
They wouldn’t be able to keep their hands for themselves if not, he had said.
And as always, he’s the most reasonable of all.
“If we lose, the biggest point giver will treat us a full table of yakiniku for a week,” Aiba decided by himself when Sho turned to the parking lot.
“And if we win, all of you has to be my slave for a month,” Nino said.
“I’m your sex slave since forever, anyway,” Ohno muttered.
“I’m topping,” Nino whispered, “All of you. One after another. All night long. Every fucking jobless night in a month.”
He said it not louder than a whisper, but everyone could hear him and they wanted to win more than ever then.
Nino smirked. He knew this was the kind of magic that he was actually expert in.
Sho parked the car and they came out with hoods down. Sho and Aiba picked up their equipment while Ohno and Jun escorted their megastar Ninomiya Kazunari inside the hall.
When he knew he was needed like this, Nino could be such a difficult emperor. Arashi was lucky he didn’t feel like being carried on a majestic cart that day.
They ventured a bit and found a VIP box with Arashi written on its door. They stepped in and a ridiculously-dressed-in-pink Kazama welcomed them.
“Oh, finalist!” Kazama chirped happily.
“You moron, where’s Ero Cupid?” Aiba hit Kazama’s head lightly.
“I am Ero Cupid too!” Kazama protested. But then he continued his task, “Ah, I’m here to brief our pretty finalist. The rules are still the same as last year. There’s a new rule, though; no backing music. So you’re there with nothing but your moans and audience’s shouts.”
“Tsk,” Jun threw his compilation of erotic songs away.
“Ah, since you have the most vote, you can pick your turn.”
“Third,” Nino answered immediately. The others were alerted immediately.
“Last? Are you insane?”
“No. I’m smart,” Nino answered lightly, “Last, Kazapon. Now go, I want to dress up.”
“Very well,” Kazama typed a message to the other cupids. He walked outside.
“Why last, Nino?!” Sho complained the moment Kazama was gone.
“Senpais don’t give a fuck about image, they don’t care if they’re about to cum fast. Thus, the best is first, or last. I picked last because I’m sure younger audiences would hold back until the very last.”
“He’s smart,” Aiba bragged about his best friend like a proud mother.
Jun smirked gleefully while handing out Nino’s war attire.
*******
Arashi sat pretty comfortably on their seats when the lights on the stage were turned on. The VIP box had one-way mirror as window, so no one from outside could see them.
“Greetings, fine men!” Toma’s voice filled the entire building. Technically, it was Ero Cupid’s voice, “We’re back on this delightful ev-”
“Cut the crap! I’m already pissed I don’t get to see fresh meat, you moron!” an altered voice cut Toma’s. All the voice from audience would come out all the same but everyone knew who it was naturally. With the reference that he used, he had revealed himself.
Not that he minded it, though.
Toma laughed, “Patience, Senpais! This is going to be short, I promise,” there were voices of paper being rustled, then Toma continued with a bored, fast voice, “Camera has been installed to monitor both audience and finalists, if you ever dare to put this event in danger by leaking information or anything, your video will be published. The show will be cut short if the finalist cum before he could finish his performance-”
“What about masturbation? It’s listed this year,” oh, it must be one of the kouhais.
There were hushed voices from the speaker. Emergency meeting for Ero Cupids, apparently.
“Just jerk it to your limit but don’t cum,” it was Yamapi who made the call.
Then, the mic went back to Toma, “Be respectful, don’t record anything, and, the most important of all, enjoy! Losing is a pain in the ass but you came here to have a good time so don’t forget that!”
“Haaai,” the audience hummed in sync.
“Well then, to the first finalist. Our pretty Inoo Kei!”
The whole hall vibrated with the shouts and whistles. The curtain was lifted up, revealing the slender figure of Inoo Kei. He was standing in the middle of the stage.
The timid architect was wearing a tight short black skirt and a matching blazer. He wore an unbuttoned white shirt beneath his blazer, revealing his unbelievably white skin. A pair of glasses rested on the bridge of his nose.
He was a teacher for that day.
The screen behind the stage flashed.
‘CROSS DRESSING’
Various kinds of whistling and howls were flying from here and there. He looked so cute, honestly. So feminine especially with a long straight wig that looked so natural on him.
He looked like an angelic type of teacher who everyone adores.
Unless, he suddenly looked up with a mischievous smirk on his face and devious glint on his eyes.
Slowly, he revealed his hands from behind his back. He was holding a long and wicked metal chalkboard pointer. The kind you use when you’re going to discipline your students. Or if you fancy a BDSM play.
Thwack!
Inoo walked with a proud, dominating smile. His steps were light and intimidating. By then, the hall was really quiet as if the Gods had reaped all the voices from there.
Inoo bent forward and his whisper broke the silence, “You’ve been really, really bad, boys.”
Gasps.
“Really bad that I have to-,” thwack! “-punish you so bad.”
Nino leered to his side and found that Jun was tensing up. Long fingers already found his manhood, pumping it slowly.
“Do you want it?” Inoo stretched his metal pointer in front of his face and licked it, “Do you want me to punish you so hard until you don’t know if you’re still on earth?”
‘CUM - KINK’
‘CUM - STRM’
‘NOSEBLEED (B-M) - HSJM’
‘CUM - TKIO’
‘CUM - TKIO’
It was still really early but, hey, people do have their own triggers and buttons.
“Sorry,” Jun mumbled. White substances stained his hand.
Sho chuckled and pulled Jun to sit on his lap, “It’s okay,” Sho licked Jun’s hand then whispered, “But you know there will be punishments for it, right?”
Jun whimpered and he’s hard once again.
Aiba laughed. He had already started jerking off too, but he’s still far from his orgasm. They always enjoyed the show to the fullest, not really minding the score or anything. They always won, remember?
Thwack!
Their focus was back to Inoo once again. The slender man was retreating and a structure came down to him.
“The cube,” Ohno muttered.
It was the cube that they used for Circus, the one that Arashi had planned to use. Inoo climbed on it, sitting on the base bar and wrapping his arms around the top bars. His skirt was crippled up to his thighs as he maneuvered and - damn - he only wore a g-string. A fucking tiny g-string.
“Our cube,” Ohno muttered again.
“It’s okay,” Nino climbed on Ohno’s lap, inspired by the way Jun was grinding his perky ass to Sho, “We have something else. Besides, they used that too so it’s not ours.”
“But you look so hot in that thing,” Ohno remembered how he fucked the brain out of Nino right after the performance. It was delicious.
“It’s okay,” Nino moved in sync with Jun, “Now make me cum or I won’t be able to last on the stage later.”
Ohno smirked. He slipped his hand inside Nino’s pants and started to do what he does best; giving pleasure.
Aiba’s moan came out at the same time as Nino’s. He already lost his pants, sitting half naked in the dark. His eyes were fixated to the performing finalist and his hand was moving lazily around the head of his dick.
Inoo had lost his glasses and blazer by then. He moved so swiftly even though he was like 7 meters away from the ground. Once he discarded his white shirt, he strapped his arm to the safety strap and let his body hung freely inside the cube structure, baring his neck and caressing his nipple with his free hand.
“He’s good,” Ohno mumbled when Inoo tugged a string and let the skirt fall to the ground. The g-string followed shortly after and the audience went wild for it.
‘STRIPPING MID-AIR’
“Yeah,” Nino responded while panting. Ohno’s hand had done wonder to his body. He rubbed his ass to Ohno’s bulging member and he lost his patience, “Lose your pants, Oh chan. Enter me. Open me up, I’ll need that.”
Ohno unzipped his pants and released his cock. He fingered Nino so briefly and let the younger sat on his throbbing member.
Nino screamed out of pleasure.
Nino rode Ohno while watching Inoo slowly pumping himself. The boy put his feet on either of the structure’s side, opening himself for everyone to see. Something glistening caught audience’s attention.
“Anal beads!” an anonymous voice cheered.
‘MASTURBATION’
‘TOYS’
Inoo smirked. He signaled to the Ero Cupid to put him down.
The structure descended inch by inch. Meanwhile, Inoo started to moan because of his own hand stroking himself. When he’s on the ground once again, the scoreboard flashed several times but no one really put attention on it anymore.
“Count, boys!” Inoo commanded as he sat on a stool and spread his legs wide. He pulled the anal beads out, one by one.
“One!” the audiences breathed out as one bead slipped out from the twitching hole.
Jun followed Nino’s lead to ride Sho by then. Both of them were bouncing up and down like kids on trampoline.
“Two!”
Ohno thrust his hips to meet Nino’s movement. Live performance sure heated up everything.
“Three!”
Jun screamed when Sho bent him forward and decided to bang him from behind. Rough and hard.
“Four!”
Aiba was still pumping lazily, savoring the lewd sounds that were extracted from his band-mates.
“Five!” the audiences started to lose it. It was the last bead, and the scoreboard flashed like crazy.
“Yabu Kota!” Inoo screamed while panting. He was close. So close.
Yabu came out to the stage naked. He was already hard. Inoo grabbed him and pushed him to sit on the stool. The younger sat on top of him, taking the whole length in one go and starting to do what Nino and Jun had been doing right away.
‘SEX WITH BAND-MATE’
Everyone grunted and moaned. Everyone.
The sound of skin against skin echoed. So beautiful. So sexy.
Nino and Jun screamed, “More! More!” like it was some kind of competition. Sho grabbed Jun’s hair roughly as support and Ohno used his strong arms to move Nino even faster. Aiba just chuckled and walked to Nino. He offered his member to feast on.
Nino hesitated.
“No, Inoo won’t last more than two minutes. I can last more than that,” Aiba smirked.
Nino looked at the performing finalist. Inoo was already really close, he stroke his cock so fast while cursing on Yabu. Then, Nino looked at Aiba. The tall man was grinning happily with his dick on his hand.
Nino smiled despite being fucked so hard and swallowed Aiba’s dick.
The whole thing that was happening was too overwhelming. Sho’s dick on Jun, Nino riding Ohno, Aiba’s length choking Nino, the amazing show that Inoo and Yabu presented; it was all sending people to their edges.
Sho tugged Jun so hard and came. He sat back to his seat, leaving Jun to fall to the floor and take care of himself. Jun chanted Sho’s name like a mantra while chasing for his own orgasm.
Nino sent a nice vibration to Aiba’s member when he came hard in between their stomach. He clenched his walls so hard and Ohno came right after with a low moan.
“Aaaaaahhhn!” Inoo screamed when he slammed his ass down so hard. Yabu was coming inside him, some of his seed was leaking out to Inoo’s thighs. Three thrusts later, Inoo came in spurts. Curses flew out from his pretty lips.
A bell rang, as a sign that the performance had met its end.
Aiba grinned smugly to Nino, “Told ya~”
He grabbed Nino’s head and began to fuck the finalist’s mouth without any care in the world.
It was just still the first performance.
To be continued (yup, I decided to make three parts because it got insanely long)
I'm sorry if it doesn't worth the wait ><
Well, uh- uhm- let me go and hide. Haha.
Thanks for reading and don't hate me!
The timid architect was wearing a tight short black skirt and a matching blazer. He wore an unbuttoned white shirt beneath his blazer, revealing his unbelievably white skin. A pair of glasses rested on the bridge of his nose.
Arashi gathered at Nino’s apartment on Saturday night. Like the other night, a laptop was connected to the big screen - it’s even bigger this time. Sho acted as the operator again and opened the website in an instant.
“Whoa,” Sho’s eyes were twinkling. Inappropriate photos of the tributes were displayed for everyone to indulge.
“Where’s Nino’s?” Aiba urged.
Sho navigated to Nino’s corner and clicked it open. There were three photos in total, far less than the others’, but it’s far more advance in term of entertainment and pleasing aspect.
The first photo was the one Ohno took the other night, with Nino being splayed open and a cum-filled hole exposed blatantly. The second one was Nino in a maid costume, bending down and exposing his panties - his sexy and properly holed panties - to the camera. His face was turned to the camera seductively and he was licking his own finger. The last one was a photo of Nino being tied and gagged, enormous dildo was stuffed to his behind.
Now everyone knew what Nino and Ohno had been doing the whole week.
“Just vote already!” Ohno nudged Sho with his foot, slightly entertained by Sho’s naughty smirk.
“Alright, alright. We have five votes, one for each member.”
“My vote for Nino,” Ohno said.
“Yeah of course,” Jun rolled his eyes and laughed.
“Mine goes to Maru,” Nino said.
The whole room looked at him. Shocked.
“What? Look at his photos, he’s pretty hot!” Nino said. Ohno pinched Nino’s waist for that. Nino laughed, “And hey, don’t you think it’s an advantage if the finalist is someone who is head over heels for me?”
“Ah! You cunning little witch, I love you!” Aiba said in an amazed tone. He earned a kick from Ohno for that.
“I vote Fujigaya then. Maybe he’ll dance Touch Me Now. Who knows?” Sho shrugged and laughed.
“Shori kun,” Jun said, telling Sho to vote Shori for him without many words.
“Then I’m going for.. Maru too,” Aiba concluded and the vote was settled.
They had given up on voting for their own tribute since three contests ago. No matter who they voted for, their tribute will always make it to the final. And so far, they had won five out of six contests.
The only time when they lost was at 2009, when they were too drunk after their anniversary tour; giving the tribute at that time, Ohno, a hard time to do anything. And no, the amazing record was not because they were the Arashi. No.
It was simply the proof that they were just that.. pretty. Because the contest wasn’t judged by the brain, but by the physical reaction that was caused.
Sho glanced at the clock and he leaned back to the couch. They still had an hour to wait for the announcement. Sho looked around; Ohno was already busy tugging Nino to sit on his lap, Aiba was taking the beers, and Jun gazed at Ohno and Nino with his devilish smirk that Sho knew so well.
After meeting Jun’s gaze, Ohno thrust upwards until Nino moaned helplessly to his neck and said, “Guys, don’t you think we have to test our tribute first? You know, to check if he will be able to endure it all. The show will still be stopped when the tribute’s cumming, right?”
Nino tensed up, his eyes seeking for Ohno’s. Then, when Ohno gave him a glinting look, he smiled and purred his assent.
Aiba rushed back to the living room and gave Nino two cans of beer, “Then, you’ll be needing these.”
Nino smiled widely to Aiba and lick Aiba’s finger slowly while looking straight to Aiba’s eyes before taking the beers as his sign of gratitude.
He’s already changing to his submissive self - less talk, touchier, and pretty much pet-like - as always when Ohno showed his dominating self.
Jun looked up to Sho, as if asking for his consent. Sho giggled at that, jerking his head towards Nino while patting Jun’s butt; urging Jun to go on.
Looking at everyone’s readiness, Ohno smiled contently. He waited until Nino finished his beer and freed Nino from his shirt and pants.
Everyone was unbuckling their respective pants when Ohno commanded his Nino,
“On your hands and knees, Slut. Remember, you’re not allowed to cum before all of us do.”
Nino answered with a highly seductive purr and everyone knew an hour would be passed deliciously.
*******
Nino’s breath hadn’t returned to normal yet when Sho crawled to the laptop. He had not gotten his release yet, even. His face was mashed to his own carpet, decorated with his band-mates’ jizz, spits, and whatnot. His erection was painfully hard and his eyes were pleading, “Oh chan- please..”
“Please what?” Ohno asked sadistically.
“Please make me- please let me cum,” Nino begged, still unmoving even though he could.
Ohno grinned. He reached for Nino’s cock and pumped it lazily.
Nino grunted and it took all he had to not cum right then, “M- may I?”
“Hm,” Ohno acted like he was thinking, still pumping slowly and painfully urge-less. After a few agonizing seconds for Nino, he finally said, “Yes, you may.”
Nino let it all go in an instant. He bucked his hips to find more friction on Ohno’s hand and came just like that. He came hard, his body was shuddering and he was screaming.
Nino was a complete mess when he came back from the ecstatic feeling of his orgasm, but he didn’t complain - heck, he even felt in bliss like that. His butt was still sticking up to the air and the sticky feeling of white substances leaking from his behind made him smile.
Aiba dutifully took a warm damp cloth and tossed it to Ohno, walking graciously around Nino with his bare long limbs.
“How’s the vote?” he asked after he settled next to Sho.
“Our satisfying tribute goes to the final, of course,” Sho said, looking at the screen which showing Nino’s phenomenal photo.
Ohno stopped wiping semen from Nino’s body for a moment to give the younger a peck on the lips. Nino smiled and slowly shifted to curl around Ohno’s body. He had to restrain himself from humping any part of Ohno’s body while doing so.
“Maybe we shouldn’t did what we did,” Aiba chuckled when Nino winced a bit, “He’ll lost his stamina before he’s even performing.”
Nino buried his face on the gap between Ohno’s knee and the carpet and mumbled with an irritated tone, “Am the sexual powerhouse.”
The room was filled with laughter and Aiba nodded, “Alright, alright. I’m sorry, Master.”
Sho scrolled down and his eyes widened, “Inoo Kei?”
“He’s the innocent scholar, isn’t he?” Ohno asked, already returned to his task of cleaning Nino’s body. Nino licked some sticky thing that was left on the back of his hand.
“Scholar, yes. Architect to be exact. But innocent?” Aiba smirked, “I don’t think so. Same as Nino, he got the leader for himself.”
“But he’s the Dom, as far as I know,” Jun added, “Yabu is just a cute obedient boy around this seemingly innocent boy.”
“Well, the most innocent looking is always the-,” Sho stopped his sentence because Nino’s foot already landed on back. He laughed, “Yeah, you know.”
Aiba took over the mouse and scrolled down. His eyes were gleaming when he shouted the last finalist’s name, “Kame!”
Nino grunted, “Tsk. Maru would be perfect.”
Sho threw his head back, “Argh. It should be Jun and it would be my Hawaii all over again.”
He reminisced the day after their concert when he smuggled Kame inside his room. Kame and Jun gave Sho a private show that day. Or two. Or three. Or however many it took to give Jun the liberty to have a day for himself; snorkeling and such.
The screen flashed and they stopped complaining. Another announcement was showed.
Congratulations, Finalists!
Prepare your body and soul for tomorrow’s stage. Remember, bring your own necessities - toys, dresses, and such. We won’t provide any of it.
It could be as wild as you dare or as tame as you’re willing to. Do it the way you think Senpais would like it!
Last year’s rules are still applied, additional rules will be announced tomorrow at the venue.
Have your beauty sleep, Beauties!
- EroCupid
Sho looked at Ohno and Ohno understood at once. He lifted Nino’s body from the floor and brought the younger to the bed, “It’s on the top shelf of his closet, Sho kun. We’ll only bring some, not all of them. I’ll put him to sleep first.”
“Don’t wanna sleep,” Nino slurred to Ohno’s neck but he was as limp as he could be.
“Shut up. I’ll suck you off and you’ll sleep after that. Eye-bags are not pretty, you know,” Ohno grumbled and Nino smiled victoriously to that.
Sho opened the said closet and pulled out a big box. He opened it and his expression was lit up.
Meanwhile, Aiba was already rummaging Nino’s unexpectedly vast collection of dresses and costumes.
Jun walked towards Sho and took a peek inside the box. He hummed, “Hm, it’s far more complete than ours at home, Sho kun.”
Sho observed the toys with the excitement of a little kid.
*******
The next day, Arashi went to the venue with Jun’s spare car. Sho was driving, making sure Aiba was seated between Ohno and Nino on the back seat.
They wouldn’t be able to keep their hands for themselves if not, he had said.
And as always, he’s the most reasonable of all.
“If we lose, the biggest point giver will treat us a full table of yakiniku for a week,” Aiba decided by himself when Sho turned to the parking lot.
“And if we win, all of you has to be my slave for a month,” Nino said.
“I’m your sex slave since forever, anyway,” Ohno muttered.
“I’m topping,” Nino whispered, “All of you. One after another. All night long. Every fucking jobless night in a month.”
He said it not louder than a whisper, but everyone could hear him and they wanted to win more than ever then.
Nino smirked. He knew this was the kind of magic that he was actually expert in.
Sho parked the car and they came out with hoods down. Sho and Aiba picked up their equipment while Ohno and Jun escorted their megastar Ninomiya Kazunari inside the hall.
When he knew he was needed like this, Nino could be such a difficult emperor. Arashi was lucky he didn’t feel like being carried on a majestic cart that day.
They ventured a bit and found a VIP box with Arashi written on its door. They stepped in and a ridiculously-dressed-in-pink Kazama welcomed them.
“Oh, finalist!” Kazama chirped happily.
“You moron, where’s Ero Cupid?” Aiba hit Kazama’s head lightly.
“I am Ero Cupid too!” Kazama protested. But then he continued his task, “Ah, I’m here to brief our pretty finalist. The rules are still the same as last year. There’s a new rule, though; no backing music. So you’re there with nothing but your moans and audience’s shouts.”
“Tsk,” Jun threw his compilation of erotic songs away.
“Ah, since you have the most vote, you can pick your turn.”
“Third,” Nino answered immediately. The others were alerted immediately.
“Last? Are you insane?”
“No. I’m smart,” Nino answered lightly, “Last, Kazapon. Now go, I want to dress up.”
“Very well,” Kazama typed a message to the other cupids. He walked outside.
“Why last, Nino?!” Sho complained the moment Kazama was gone.
“Senpais don’t give a fuck about image, they don’t care if they’re about to cum fast. Thus, the best is first, or last. I picked last because I’m sure younger audiences would hold back until the very last.”
“He’s smart,” Aiba bragged about his best friend like a proud mother.
Jun smirked gleefully while handing out Nino’s war attire.
*******
Arashi sat pretty comfortably on their seats when the lights on the stage were turned on. The VIP box had one-way mirror as window, so no one from outside could see them.
“Greetings, fine men!” Toma’s voice filled the entire building. Technically, it was Ero Cupid’s voice, “We’re back on this delightful ev-”
“Cut the crap! I’m already pissed I don’t get to see fresh meat, you moron!” an altered voice cut Toma’s. All the voice from audience would come out all the same but everyone knew who it was naturally. With the reference that he used, he had revealed himself.
Not that he minded it, though.
Toma laughed, “Patience, Senpais! This is going to be short, I promise,” there were voices of paper being rustled, then Toma continued with a bored, fast voice, “Camera has been installed to monitor both audience and finalists, if you ever dare to put this event in danger by leaking information or anything, your video will be published. The show will be cut short if the finalist cum before he could finish his performance-”
“What about masturbation? It’s listed this year,” oh, it must be one of the kouhais.
There were hushed voices from the speaker. Emergency meeting for Ero Cupids, apparently.
“Just jerk it to your limit but don’t cum,” it was Yamapi who made the call.
Then, the mic went back to Toma, “Be respectful, don’t record anything, and, the most important of all, enjoy! Losing is a pain in the ass but you came here to have a good time so don’t forget that!”
“Haaai,” the audience hummed in sync.
“Well then, to the first finalist. Our pretty Inoo Kei!”
The whole hall vibrated with the shouts and whistles. The curtain was lifted up, revealing the slender figure of Inoo Kei. He was standing in the middle of the stage.
The timid architect was wearing a tight short black skirt and a matching blazer. He wore an unbuttoned white shirt beneath his blazer, revealing his unbelievably white skin. A pair of glasses rested on the bridge of his nose.
He was a teacher for that day.
The screen behind the stage flashed.
‘CROSS DRESSING’
Various kinds of whistling and howls were flying from here and there. He looked so cute, honestly. So feminine especially with a long straight wig that looked so natural on him.
He looked like an angelic type of teacher who everyone adores.
Unless, he suddenly looked up with a mischievous smirk on his face and devious glint on his eyes.
Slowly, he revealed his hands from behind his back. He was holding a long and wicked metal chalkboard pointer. The kind you use when you’re going to discipline your students. Or if you fancy a BDSM play.
Thwack!
Inoo walked with a proud, dominating smile. His steps were light and intimidating. By then, the hall was really quiet as if the Gods had reaped all the voices from there.
Inoo bent forward and his whisper broke the silence, “You’ve been really, really bad, boys.”
Gasps.
“Really bad that I have to-,” thwack! “-punish you so bad.”
Nino leered to his side and found that Jun was tensing up. Long fingers already found his manhood, pumping it slowly.
“Do you want it?” Inoo stretched his metal pointer in front of his face and licked it, “Do you want me to punish you so hard until you don’t know if you’re still on earth?”
‘CUM - KINK’
‘CUM - STRM’
‘NOSEBLEED (B-M) - HSJM’
‘CUM - TKIO’
‘CUM - TKIO’
It was still really early but, hey, people do have their own triggers and buttons.
“Sorry,” Jun mumbled. White substances stained his hand.
Sho chuckled and pulled Jun to sit on his lap, “It’s okay,” Sho licked Jun’s hand then whispered, “But you know there will be punishments for it, right?”
Jun whimpered and he’s hard once again.
Aiba laughed. He had already started jerking off too, but he’s still far from his orgasm. They always enjoyed the show to the fullest, not really minding the score or anything. They always won, remember?
Thwack!
Their focus was back to Inoo once again. The slender man was retreating and a structure came down to him.
“The cube,” Ohno muttered.
It was the cube that they used for Circus, the one that Arashi had planned to use. Inoo climbed on it, sitting on the base bar and wrapping his arms around the top bars. His skirt was crippled up to his thighs as he maneuvered and - damn - he only wore a g-string. A fucking tiny g-string.
“Our cube,” Ohno muttered again.
“It’s okay,” Nino climbed on Ohno’s lap, inspired by the way Jun was grinding his perky ass to Sho, “We have something else. Besides, they used that too so it’s not ours.”
“But you look so hot in that thing,” Ohno remembered how he fucked the brain out of Nino right after the performance. It was delicious.
“It’s okay,” Nino moved in sync with Jun, “Now make me cum or I won’t be able to last on the stage later.”
Ohno smirked. He slipped his hand inside Nino’s pants and started to do what he does best; giving pleasure.
Aiba’s moan came out at the same time as Nino’s. He already lost his pants, sitting half naked in the dark. His eyes were fixated to the performing finalist and his hand was moving lazily around the head of his dick.
Inoo had lost his glasses and blazer by then. He moved so swiftly even though he was like 7 meters away from the ground. Once he discarded his white shirt, he strapped his arm to the safety strap and let his body hung freely inside the cube structure, baring his neck and caressing his nipple with his free hand.
“He’s good,” Ohno mumbled when Inoo tugged a string and let the skirt fall to the ground. The g-string followed shortly after and the audience went wild for it.
‘STRIPPING MID-AIR’
“Yeah,” Nino responded while panting. Ohno’s hand had done wonder to his body. He rubbed his ass to Ohno’s bulging member and he lost his patience, “Lose your pants, Oh chan. Enter me. Open me up, I’ll need that.”
Ohno unzipped his pants and released his cock. He fingered Nino so briefly and let the younger sat on his throbbing member.
Nino screamed out of pleasure.
Nino rode Ohno while watching Inoo slowly pumping himself. The boy put his feet on either of the structure’s side, opening himself for everyone to see. Something glistening caught audience’s attention.
“Anal beads!” an anonymous voice cheered.
‘MASTURBATION’
‘TOYS’
Inoo smirked. He signaled to the Ero Cupid to put him down.
The structure descended inch by inch. Meanwhile, Inoo started to moan because of his own hand stroking himself. When he’s on the ground once again, the scoreboard flashed several times but no one really put attention on it anymore.
“Count, boys!” Inoo commanded as he sat on a stool and spread his legs wide. He pulled the anal beads out, one by one.
“One!” the audiences breathed out as one bead slipped out from the twitching hole.
Jun followed Nino’s lead to ride Sho by then. Both of them were bouncing up and down like kids on trampoline.
“Two!”
Ohno thrust his hips to meet Nino’s movement. Live performance sure heated up everything.
“Three!”
Jun screamed when Sho bent him forward and decided to bang him from behind. Rough and hard.
“Four!”
Aiba was still pumping lazily, savoring the lewd sounds that were extracted from his band-mates.
“Five!” the audiences started to lose it. It was the last bead, and the scoreboard flashed like crazy.
“Yabu Kota!” Inoo screamed while panting. He was close. So close.
Yabu came out to the stage naked. He was already hard. Inoo grabbed him and pushed him to sit on the stool. The younger sat on top of him, taking the whole length in one go and starting to do what Nino and Jun had been doing right away.
‘SEX WITH BAND-MATE’
Everyone grunted and moaned. Everyone.
The sound of skin against skin echoed. So beautiful. So sexy.
Nino and Jun screamed, “More! More!” like it was some kind of competition. Sho grabbed Jun’s hair roughly as support and Ohno used his strong arms to move Nino even faster. Aiba just chuckled and walked to Nino. He offered his member to feast on.
Nino hesitated.
“No, Inoo won’t last more than two minutes. I can last more than that,” Aiba smirked.
Nino looked at the performing finalist. Inoo was already really close, he stroke his cock so fast while cursing on Yabu. Then, Nino looked at Aiba. The tall man was grinning happily with his dick on his hand.
Nino smiled despite being fucked so hard and swallowed Aiba’s dick.
The whole thing that was happening was too overwhelming. Sho’s dick on Jun, Nino riding Ohno, Aiba’s length choking Nino, the amazing show that Inoo and Yabu presented; it was all sending people to their edges.
Sho tugged Jun so hard and came. He sat back to his seat, leaving Jun to fall to the floor and take care of himself. Jun chanted Sho’s name like a mantra while chasing for his own orgasm.
Nino sent a nice vibration to Aiba’s member when he came hard in between their stomach. He clenched his walls so hard and Ohno came right after with a low moan.
“Aaaaaahhhn!” Inoo screamed when he slammed his ass down so hard. Yabu was coming inside him, some of his seed was leaking out to Inoo’s thighs. Three thrusts later, Inoo came in spurts. Curses flew out from his pretty lips.
A bell rang, as a sign that the performance had met its end.
Aiba grinned smugly to Nino, “Told ya~”
He grabbed Nino’s head and began to fuck the finalist’s mouth without any care in the world.
It was just still the first performance.
To be continued (yup, I decided to make three parts because it got insanely long)
I'm sorry if it doesn't worth the wait ><
Well, uh- uhm- let me go and hide. Haha.
Thanks for reading and don't hate me!