[fqfest fic]

[elanielyn]

Title: Speak control, if you speak love.
Pairing/Group: Akanishi / Kamenashi
Rating/Warnings: BDSM: Master/slave relationship and everything that usually comes with it; toys, bondage, blindfolds, gags and probably more. Some terribly painful butchering of Shakespeare’s quotes.
Word Count: 9.438
Summary: Kame wakes up to the collar around his neck and a BDSM scene at 6.30 in the morning. The day promises to be long.
Notes: For paddyabroad. It’s been not only a pleasure but an honor to write this for you. I tried to include all of what you wanted so I really hope you enjoy this fic! To my lovely beta bellemainec thanks and love, thanks to randomicicle who made my shiny dividers too, and many extra thanks to the special adviser I had this time, silver_ryu ♥





The loud beeping of the alarm made Kame stir, but his sleep clouded brain refused to fully wake up. He turned over in bed and tried to hide himself in the comforter, but it was pulled away from him with a sharp tug.

"Wake up, slave."

Kame whined and wrapped his arms around himself as his still sleepy mind failed to catch the appellative the other had used. He had had a terrible week and had gone to bed wound up too tight, so he had taken long to finally fall asleep and now it felt like he had just closed his eyes. He was pretty sure the alarm had gone off earlier than usual, too. The young man hugged the pillow closer to his body and buried his face in it.

“Five more minutes…”

“Up, slave.”

It was an annoyed snap now, punctuated by a harsh tug on Kame’s collar when all his answer was another sleepy whine. The yank finally made the slave react. He hadn’t noticed Jin putting the collar on him, but now that he was aware of it he could not ignore its presence and it wouldn’t let him fall asleep again. He finally rolled onto his back and slowly opened his eyes to see his frowning lover. The man smirked at the other’s sleepy blinking and grabbed him under the arms to pull him into a sitting position. Kame took a side glance to the digital clock on the nightstand; 6.30 in the morning.

“Go to take a shower, slave. Dry yourself off in the bathroom and leave the towel there. You have fifteen minutes. Go.”

Kame stumbled out of the bed clumsily, too sleepy to really think through what was going on. He had not fully woken up yet and his numb mind had only gotten two facts clear. One: he was wearing his collar; two: his Master had given him an order. A few moments later the noise of the water running was perfectly audible from the bedroom. Jin had spread the red hemp rope on the bed by the time Kame was back, and the sight of it made the slave shiver. Even though he had dried himself the best he could his hair was still wet, and the long damp strands dripped tiny water drops that slid down his back and arms, creating goose bumps in their wake. Kame was much more awake now, and he reacted immediately when Jin ordered him to stand in front of the bed.

“Hands to the back of your head, slave. Spread your legs a bit and keep your eyes closed. Good boy.”

Kame shivered as Jin placed a hand on his hip, but the man only caressed the cold skin a bit in a reassuring and rewarding gesture. He was far from relaxed though, and sure enough the next moment his Master was fondling his cock to slick it with something cold and slippery. Kame let out a small gasp and his hips jerked a bit, but he didn’t try to get away. Soon the cockring was securely placed behind his balls and his cock slipped into the plastic cage in which Kame suspected it’d remain for a long time, because Jin never went through the trouble of putting it on him if it was for a short time. The padlock made a soft noise as Jin shut it. The slave pouted and whined in protest, but it only got him a warning to keep still, accentuated with a sharp spank to his butt.

The rope came next. Hooked on the O-ring collar around his neck and running down his torso with three knots that pressed against the skin of his chest. There were two additional knots around his crotch, one just over his cock and another one against his shaved scrotum; running between his legs and up his back it was tensed. Jin ran the loose ends to hook them between the knots on his chest and then around the vertical rope on his back, repeating the process again with each knot on his chest to create a pattern of hollows against his skin, almost like a spiderweb. The process was long and difficult and his lover was silent as he focused on the task at hand; Jin was way worse with early mornings than Kame, and the slave suspected his Master was not much more awake than he was himself. A scene so early in the morning had to have some reason behind it and Kame was racking his mind for the answer.

It hit Kame as Jin started hooking the loose ends between the second knot on his chest; the reason. In a sudden epiphany he realized why the other was doing this. It had to be the meeting. The young man heaved a long-suffering sigh. Kame worked for an important company in a position of some responsibility. Jin, on the other hand, worked as a translator for a small, relatively unknown publishing company, which had some advantages such as working at home and flexible schedules that he could arrange himself; however the pay was lower as their employers couldn’t afford to pay him much yet. It sometimes made Jin feel insecure about himself and about being with Kame, even though the older man was usually strong and confident. This aspect of their relationship was a way to compensate that, to reassure Jin about his place and his control and to please Kame’s need to let go and rely completely on someone else, to be under someone’s control and not in charge of everything as he usually was.

Kame had a meeting that afternoon, an important one that had been reported in the Economic tabloids and news for weeks. Jin didn’t care about those, but his lover did and he sometimes left the newspapers lying around on the kitchen table or in the living room. Maybe Jin had read them, maybe he was feeling insecure again. His Master pulled out scenes when he was feeling like that to reassure himself about his control over Kame, but maybe the slave’s own mood through the week had had something to do with it. He had been tense, overworked and nervous as the preparations for the meeting kept everyone on the edge. Being completely under Jin’s control always helped him to relax and remember that no matter what happened there was always a place where he could be sure he would be safe and cherished.

Jin finished tying the rope harness with a last sharp tug that got an involuntary gasp from his slave, who had stopped paying attention to the process as he was lost in his own thoughts.

“Open your eyes, slave. Look at me” Kame took a deep breath before following the order. When he did the man who was standing in front of him was no longer Jin, not simply his lover but his Master. Kame gulped and his Adam’s apple pressed against his collar, reminding him of his position. Jin held his sight, unwavering. “You are going to wear the harness all day and I’m only going to ask this once. Is the rope too tight? Is it hurting or burning you? Any numbness? Can you breathe well?”

The hemp rope was tight around his skin, pressing down on his torso. The knots pressed against his sensitive spots and the ropes pinched his nipples, but they didn’t cause him any pain he could not stand. The rope was tight enough so that ignoring it was impossible and rubbed uncomfortably against the shaved skin of his crotch, but not so much as to hurt; the harness felt like a close hug. Kame shook his head.

“No, Master. Everything is fine.”

“Good. I’m going to take a shower now, you go and have breakfast ahead of me. A real breakfast, slave. With food and not just a coffee. Understood?”

Kame huffed with a frown and for a moment it seemed like he was going to protest the order, but he finally lowered his head, pouting. Jin had that look in his eyes, the one that told him he would get spanked, or worse, if he did not comply. He could not afford that, not today.

“Yes, Master,” he acknowledged.

Jin petted his head lightly and slapped his butt to set him in motion toward the door. “Good boy, Kazu-chan.”

Kame walked to the kitchen with jerky steps. The rope was made of hemp, so it was not coarse, but use had made it not completely smooth either and Kame couldn’t help the jerks of his hips and some little gasps as it rubbed against his balls, crotch and asshole with every step; he hoped he could get at least relatively used to the harness before leaving home. He didn’t dare to sit down, though, so by the time Jin entered the living room he found his slave eating his second piece of toast standing by the breakfast bar at their open plan kitchen.

“Prepare me a coffee, slave.”

Kame cursed him under his breath, but he quickly fell silent when Jin raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

“Yes, Master.”

Kame shoved the last bit of bread into his mouth and rushed to obey the order while Jin made himself comfortable on a chair. He hadn’t even dressed and was only covered with a navy blue towel around his hips that offered, however, much more discretion than the thin rope that Kame was wearing. The slave placed a full mug of hot black coffee in front of his Master, who rewarded him with a playful slap on the ass as Kame went to put his plate in the sink. Quickly checking the hour on the microwave’s small screen the younger man read 7.15 in the morning; it was almost time for him to go.

Jin placed the mug back on the breakfast bar and motioned his slave to come closer. Kame licked his lips as his Master opened the towel covering him to bring his already half hard cock to his slave’s gaze; ropes on Kame were always sure to excite Jin fast. The slave dropped to his knees without needing any command, but he did wait for Jin’s hand to push his head down before he started to blow his Master. The rope placed against his asshole pressed into it as his position made his back arch and the feeling made him moan, in turn sending pleasurable vibrations to Jin’s cock, which unlike Kame’s restricted one was now fully hard.

The Master was not urging him on but the younger man still made it fast and messy, using a lot of tongue and a bit of teeth and completely shutting off his gag reflex. He didn’t try to fight it when Jin pressed his head down so low that the man’s pubic hair was tickling his nose and instead sucked on his lover’s cock like his life was depending on it. Not caring to hold himself back, Jin came hot into the slave’s mouth, a guttural grunt ripping through his throat as the man continued to suck him through his orgasm.

Kame swallowed Jin’s cum as if it was part of his breakfast, licked his lips again and remained sitting on his knees as he waited for instructions, though he couldn’t help a nervous glance to the microwave’s digital clock; he really couldn’t afford to be late, even if the meeting wouldn’t be held until the afternoon. Jin noticed his slave’s gesture and petted his hair lightly with a satisfied smile.

“Go get ready, slave. Don’t dress until you’re ready to leave. Your clothes are folded in the genkan, dress there and only with what I have left prepared for you. Collar and rope are to stay,” Jin made a pause, “within reason.” Which meant he was allowed to remove them if he felt numbness or pins and needles, which might mean circulation problems due to the harness. “Do you understand me?”

Kame did not answer and again received a warning, Jin’s hand lightly slapping his face.

“Do you understand me?” Jin repeated, and the slave finally nodded. “Good, go now.”

Kame had to rush to get ready on time. He cleaned his mouth and brushed his teeth thoroughly to make sure no trace of Jin’s semen would be left, shaved, fixed his hair and prepared his briefcase - properly equipped with a pair of scissors in case he had any problem with the rope harness - before finally heading to the genkan to get dressed. The meaning was clear: the genkan was not even indoors, not the inside of the house. Kame was not allowed to wear clothes inside, to cover himself with anything else than the rope, the cock cage and the collar Jin had provided him with until his lover allowed him to, because Jin was his Master and Kame was his to do with as he pleased. Kame took a moment to dwell on the meaning of it and the way his chest clenched a bit with emotions, but time was running out and he was going to miss his train.

Jin walked up to him when Kame was finally ready to leave and was slipping into his shoes. The older man had put on a pair of loose sweatpants, but he was still shirtless. With Kame in the genkan he towered over the slave even more than usual, so Kame found himself staring at his Master’s collarbones. Jin placed a hand under his chin to raise his face slowly until his lover was looking at him in the eye. What Kame saw was not his Master anymore, but Jin being Jin for just that moment, Master and lover and everything Kame needed, smiling gently at him. He smiled back, feeling more at ease.

The younger man tiptoed a bit as Jin leaned in to kiss him. It was slow and sweet, calm and reassuring and a proof of love and care rather than ownership. Kame sighed contently and closed his eyes with a happy grin as Jin pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Good luck today, Kazuya.”



Kame managed to make it to the station in time to catch his train. There were some free seats, but Kame decided to stand in a corner next to the door so as to avoid the carefully placed knots on the rope which would rub against his sensitive areas even more. Even though his suit was slim fitting the tight harness was not obvious under it; however, the man could feel it perfectly with every movement and bump from the train’s tracks. The knot on his crotch pressed against the sensitive skin and made his cock demand an attention he could not provide.

It was hard to focus at the office. Kame was tense and nervous; he wondered whether his colleagues would notice the ropes under the suit, and he kept constantly pulling the neck of his shirt up to hide the red hemp and the leather collar sitting around his neck. The simple thought that the others could notice made their presence more oppressive for the young man. He could feel even the slightest rub of the rope against his skin and the way his collar pressed against his neck. It was not tight enough to give him any problems breathing, but the exposure of wearing it in his office made Kame feel like the black leather constricted his throat, asphyxiating him a bit. Every time he took a step, every single time he breathed Kame was reminded that he belonged to his Master, he was Jin’s and Jin’s alone. He felt a shiver running down his spine and his cock pressing against the transparent plastic cage at the thought alone; the possibility of exposure was quickly getting to him.

It helped him forget about the meeting for a few hours, until he was positive no one was going to notice anything. As his mind started to relax a little the pressure of the upcoming meeting flared up again. If it was carried out successfully it would close an important commercial deal with an international company based in Europe; they really couldn’t afford to lose it. Kame checked the presentation, the few sentences he had learnt in the client’s foreign and difficult language, the papers and contracts and the presentation again. He was getting anxious about it and that only added to the nervousness provoked by the exposure until Kame was sure that his mind would be long gone before the day was over.

Kame almost jumped out of his skin when his phone buzzed in his pocket, right above his confined cock. He jerked and managed to catch himself just in time to prevent a loud moan, but still his gasp was perfectly noticeable. The woman next to him placed a hand on his shoulder and Kame jumped a bit in his seat again. She looked concerned.

“Are you alright, Kamenashi-san? Do you want me to bring you something?”

Kame smiled apologetically and fished his cell out of his suit slacks, showing her the screen that was still blinking with an unread incoming e-mail. “I’m fine, it just startled me.”

She offered a smile and a small nod before focusing back on her work. Kame breathed in and out slowly a couple of times to calm himself down and relaxed back in his chair. His phone buzzed again in his hand to remind him of the unread message and he hurried to flip the lid open. His fingers flew over the small keypad to open Jin’s e-mail.

Meet me outside your office for lunch at the usual time, boy. No excuses, and don’t be late.

Kame gulped. Boy was what Jin used instead of slave when he knew Kame was in a public situation. This was also part of the scene, and disobeying would bring down a punishment Kame really wasn’t looking for. He quickly typed an answer, but he must have grown paler because his co-worker was looking worriedly at him again. Kame smiled and got up on shaky legs.

“If you don’t mind, I think I’ll be going for lunch a little earlier.”

“Sure, Kamenashi-san! Don’t worry about it!”

Kame bowed his thanks politely a couple of times before rushing out to the toilet. He indeed looked pale and agitated. Carefully making sure he was alone, Kame pushed the neck of his shirt slightly open to reveal the black leather collar; the sight alone sent his heart into a crazy rhythm, cheeks flushed and breath uneven. He hastily undid a couple of buttons on his shirt to open it, just enough so he could reveal two of the knots against his chest. He held his shirt open with one hand and used the other to push the knot slightly aside, revealing a reddening and irritated patch of skin under it.

Kame was fast to cover himself the moment he heard the door opening. His heart made a leap inside his chest and then it was beating in his throat and making him feel sick with a stomach that had suddenly reduced to the size of a river stone. He watched with wide eyes through the mirror as one of his seniors walked into the toilet, but the man merely nodded at him before going into a stall. Kame let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding and turned on the faucet to splash some cold water on his face, though it didn’t help him calm down in the slightest. The meeting now forgotten, he could only focus on his restrained cock and the rope tightly wrapped around him, rubbing against his sensitive spots and slowly building a sexual frustration that kept his body taut and his mind on the edge with need.

By the time Kame left the building Jin was already waiting by the door. The smoke from his cigarette rose as he took a last deep breath, eyes locked on Kame from the moment the younger man stepped through the automatic sliding doors. Jin dropped the half-finished cigarette into a bin; he smirked as Kame awkwardly played with the identification card dangling from his neck.

“Are you hungry, boy?” It was not a question and they both knew it, but Kame nodded nonetheless. Jin rewarded him with a pleased smile. “I’m treating you to lunch, let’s go.”

Master or not, Jin knew better than to kiss or get too close to Kame in public, especially so close to the man’s office, so he simply made a gesture for the man to follow and counted on the slave to follow him. The restaurant was small but cosy, far enough from the office so they wouldn’t risk meeting any of Kame’s co-workers but not so much that he needed to rush to be back on time. Jin ordered for the both of them: gyoza, tempura and miso soup; Kame was rather sure he was not going to be allowed to have only the soup, as much as he would have liked it.

No doubt Jin could feel how tense and nervous his slave was, but he made no comment about it and instead made small talk about how boring the article Yuu had asked him to translate was and other silly things. It did help Kame to relax and take his mind off the rope under his suit, even though his Master, the very one that had tied it around his body, was sitting in front of him. The other joked, laughed, stole food from Kame’s plate and made him feel confident enough to ignore the exposure Jin himself was making him go through.

It didn’t last long, though. Jin motioned the waiter to bring them the bill as soon as they were done with their food and paid for everything himself. He checked his watch as he got up and smirked at Kame, who felt a shiver running down his back, warmth spreading through his body in its wake. He needed this. He needed it and Jin was going to give it to him, because his Master knew him and cared, and Kame could count on him to help him. He took a deep breath, an unconscious, grateful smile playing on his lips.

“You still have a few minutes before you need to head back to the office, right?” Kame simply nodded, not quite trusting his voice. Jin’s smirk broadened some more. “Good. I need to use the toilet before leaving.”

Jin’s stare didn’t leave any room to doubt the implicit order, so Kame nodded again. “Ye- Yeah, me too.”

Jin pushed Kame into a stall as soon as they were in the toilet and locked the door behind them. There was not much room and Kame left out a small gasp as his back hit the wall of the stall, but before he had time to get air back into his lungs Jin was kissing him harshly and hungrily. Kame moaned softly into his Master’s mouth and clung to Jin’s shirt sleeves. He felt the man tugging at the collar and the cuffs of his suit and soon Jin was brushing his fingers over the tender skin bruised by the rope. The fluttery touch made Kame’s breath hitch and his legs wobble. Jin smiled, seemingly satisfied at the reaction he had gotten. The man pulled back from the slave and tugged a bit at Kame’s belt.

“Pull your trousers down, slave. Turn around, your back to me, and bend down a bit. That’s it, good boy.” Jin had not given him any underwear that morning, so his ass was bare for Jin to see. Kame fretted nervously as his Master fumbled with something behind him, but soon enough the rope at his asshole was pulled away and a slick and cold finger pushed into him; he gasped loudly and Jin rushed to stuff the slave’s mouth with his own tie, effectively gagging him. “Careful, slave. You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you? Relax for me, c’mon.”

Kame let out a shuddering whimper, muffled by his tie, but did as he was told and Jin made quick work of preparing him. The buttplug that his Master pressed into him next was no surprise, even if Kame had been hoping against all odds that it would not come. He still had to bite back a scream and tensed up as the plastic toy breached his already irritated hole. Jin gave him a few seconds to relax before slowly moving the toy in and out a couple of times. Kame shook his head and closed his eyes tightly as he felt his cock trying to harden at the sensation. The Master pressed himself close against the shuddering body and made a point of breathing heavily into the slave’s ear, which got him another small whimper. Jin’s voice was hoarse, low and authoritative.

“Mine, slave. Whenever I want it, wherever I want it, mine. Total power, remember, slave? Completely mine.”

Kame could only nod; he wouldn’t have been able to answer even without the improvised gag in his mouth. His Master’s voice was rough in his ears, Jin’s breath hot and arousing and Kame could feel his caged cock wanting to twitch, aching with the need to harden. But he was Jin’s and Jin wouldn’t free him, his Master wouldn’t let him have even that small portion of control over his body because he was a slave for Jin to do with as he pleased…

Kame slumped back, his body falling against Jin’s shoulder, as the man pushed his shirt apart and started sucking on a point on his shoulder, right under his collar. Jin was anything but gentle, sucking hard, licking and biting on the taut muscles. He let go of the hemp rope and it went again into the cleft of Kame’s ass, holding the buttplug in place; the toy sent Kame’s body into tremors again, but Jin bodily held him still against the wall. Soon there was a dark red mark on the slave’s fair skin and Jin pressed his thumb down on it to make sure Kame noticed. He spun the slave around and looked at him in the eye with a fierce smirk.

“There, something else for you to hide.”



By the time the meeting finally started Kame was feeling calmer and more confident. He had managed to get used to the plug before he was back at the office so his body didn’t jerk at every step, even though he couldn’t help tensing the moment he sat down on his chair again and felt the toy moving deeper into him. It pushed right against his prostate and that sent waves of pleasure through his body, but he could not get an erection. It reminded him of his Master, his owner, who was waiting for him at home, who would take care of him whatever happened in the meeting. He was going to be alright, because he had Jin, and his Master would never let him down.

Reassured or not he could not help his body’s natural reactions and the shaking of his hands was so obvious that his junior brought him a tea without even asking if he wanted it, and Kame couldn’t honestly bring himself to say he didn’t need it, because he knew he had to at least try to get his body under control if he was to be of any use during the meeting.

Despite all the tension he had been accumulating through the week and the added stress of the threat of exposure and the buttplug, the meeting itself seemed to pass by quite fast, even though it actually occupied most of the afternoon. It helped that Kame didn’t need to move much, though even if he tried to focus all his attention on his notes, the graphics and what was going on around him, the harness and the toy were making it impossible. He kept tugging on his shirt’s collar for the first half an hour, nervously squirming on his seat at the chance that someone could catch a flash of leather or hemp and thus making the plug in his ass move inside him and arouse him further. He was almost shocked when it was finally over and his mind needed a moment to assert why a widely smiling gaikokujin businessman was energetically shaking his hand. Kame grinned and pumped the man’s hand back.



Kame pushed the door to the apartment open softly so as to not make any noise, and toed off his shoes to put them in the small cabinet designed to keep them. He placed his briefcase on top of it and took a deep breath before calling out.

“I’m home!”

Jin walked into the hall barely a moment later, looking anything but pleased. He took a look at the clock hanging on the wall next to the door and frowned at Kame.

“You’re late, slave.”

Kame opened his mouth to retort; it wasn’t that late; just eleven thirty; and Jin hadn’t even ordered him to be home at any exact hour, he couldn’t blame Kame now when he had just been going along with what his job demanded… Jin’s glare was enough to make him close his mouth again and duck his head low.

“I am sorry, Master.”

“I cooked dinner for us, slave. I decided to wait for you and now it has gone cold. What do you have to say to that, slave?”

“I am sorry, Master.”

“That won’t do.” Kame didn’t say anything. He knew well enough where Jin was trying to take him and he was too exhausted, mentally and physically, to even consider an argument. He just wanted the cage off and the plug out, he just wanted Jin to take him and make him feel good and relaxed and loved after the stressful day. “Have you had dinner already, slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Undress.”

Kame felt his cheeks flushing again in embarrassment and a bit of anger. He had managed to close an important deal that afternoon, but Jin was treating him like barely more than a pet, not allowed to be dressed inside his own home. His Master didn’t waste any time before tying a blindfold around his eyes. Jin grabbed the ropes around his body and used them to pull him forward and drag him stumbling all the way to the bedroom. Kame was thrown face down on the bed, and before he had time to recover from the fall Jin was looping a new rope around his wrists to secure his hands to the headboard. Sister ropes found their way to his ankles, pulling his legs apart, rendering him unmoving. Jin even tied a rope to those around his hips and then to the high part of the bed’s back posts to keep them raised and still, so Kame wouldn’t even have the relief of humping against the mattress; when they had first bought the apartment Jin had spent months looking for a bed that pleased him, and the one he had finally bought, the very same one Kame was now tied to, was perfect for his Master’s bondage scenes. Kame was left hopelessly immobile, resting on his elbows with his arms tied in front of him and his bottom held high up by the ropes on his hips, his whole body shaking in frustration and need as the buttplug had moved with the harsh motions.

Kame tensed and shivered when Jin reached down to cup and fondle his balls for a moment, but then there was a small click and his Master was taking the plastic cage and the cockring off. Kame let out a sound between a moan and a sob of relief as his manhood was finally free. His Master didn’t touch him anymore, but his current situation was enough to excite Kame and his cock was soon half hard. The distinctive sound of duct-tape being ripped sent a shiver down his spine; Kame hated gags. He hated how they forced him to stay silent, how he could not even call out his Master’s name - much less direct him where he wanted - and how they only allowed him to take air through his nose and made breathing difficult. He especially hated duct-tape and the way it stuck to his skin and made it sting when the gag was finally pulled off. Much to his dismay, Jin loved its silver glint and how he could kiss the slave even while gagged.

Kame whined in protest and moved his head away when Jin tried to stick the silver piece of duct-tape over his mouth, which in turn caused his Master to raise an eyebrow at him.

“What was that, Kazu-chan?”

“Master… Please…”

“Stay still, slave.”

“But…”

“Be quiet, slave.”

Kame didn’t speak again, but he still twisted his head away from Jin with a grunt of protest when he tried to gag him again. He had let Jin get away with so much today without a complaint; he surely wasn’t going to give in about the gag without a fight. That however didn’t please Jin much. The Master discarded the tape to grab him by the hair; Jin pulled his head up roughly and spanked him hard with the other hand. Kame gasped in pain, hips jerking forward just to be stopped harshly by the rope securing them to the bed’s posts.

“Stay. Still.” With Kame’s hips raised it was not difficult for Jin to place his knee under his crotch, and pressing up effectively managed to make the slave obey. “Shut your mouth.” A bit more pressure and Kame whimpered in pain, but this time through tightly closed lips. Jin smiled in satisfaction and let go of him to stick a newly ripped duct-tape strip over his slave’s lips without heeding his whimper of protest. Kame felt his cheeks heating with shame as Jin smacked his ass.

“Why do you have to take things the difficult way? Seriously, you’re as stubborn as a goat, Kazu-chan.”

Kame started pulling on his restraints again as soon as he heard that sentence; Jin couldn’t possibly be thinking about that. He squirmed and tried to protest behind the gag as the man pulled the rope away and the plug out. The slave was allowed some more lube before Jin quickly pushed in what Kame was pretty sure was a vibrating egg. His Master ran something furry over the back of his thighs and the younger man jerked, which made the rope yank on his sensitive skin. He had never understood how Jin could like that stupid goat-tail plug, as humiliating as the slave himself found it. Kame clenched around it once the toy was inside him and tried to push it out to no avail, the shape of the plug and the rope that Jin rushed to place back preventing it; the hemp pressed against the flat end of the plug and held it firmly in place. He could feel Jin attaching something to his collar and suddenly there was a solid weight pulling his neck down. The Master poked it with a finger and it produced a loud clang. Kame’s face turned beet-red with shame. Not the cowbell.

“I’m going to eat my dinner now, since you have already had yours. I’m not going to give you a cockring, but you are not allowed to come, slave.” Jin fumbled with the vibrating egg’s small remote and watched with a satisfied smile the sharp jerk of Kame’s hips as it started moving inside the man. “When you feel like you can’t hold it anymore, make the bell ring.”

Kame grunted something in protest, but Jin was obviously no longer listening as he walked out of the bedroom. The slave groaned and pulled on the ropes despite the slight pain when they rubbed against his skin, but of course they didn’t loosen in the slightest. The tension made it push the plug deeper into him and that in turn moved the vibrating egg so it was directly stimulating his prostate. The duct-tape gag muffled his cry, but the bell hanging from his collar clanged loudly with the sharp jerk of his body.

“Too soon!” Jin’s voice was faint, coming all the way from the living room. “I know you can hold it for a bit longer, goat-chan!”

Kame felt the embarrassment adding to the furious blush on his cheeks. He buried his face in the crook of his elbow and tried to keep as still as possible, which still was not much at all. His skin was sweaty with arousal and rope-marked; his nipples were already swollen, red and sore from the constant pinching of the hemp. The sensitive skin of his crotch felt itchy and raw and the rope by his balls did nothing but rub against his erection. Kame tried to moan, but the duct-tape muffled any sound he made.

Kame’s whole body was trembling, shaking with the effort to hold back his orgasm. He tried to whimper as the speed of the toy inside him changed; the living room was close enough to the bedroom that Jin could still use the wireless remote from there. The Master amused himself with it for a while and in the bedroom Kame arched his back. He had to force himself to take deep breaths through his nose and his heart was beating madly inside his chest, but there was only so much he could do when he could not even pant.

Soon he was running short on air and his lungs ached and burnt with every effort to breathe. He was tired from the day and trying to hold his release back was quickly tiring him out. The lack of air did not help and he could feel his head growing lighter as the volume of oxygen reaching his lungs decreased; he knew he would not be able to keep himself from coming if he lost control over his mind, but he didn’t want to give in to Jin that easily. His Master was not the most patient man ever and he had to be excited too, surely Kame wouldn’t have to hold back much longer, just a bit more he could wait and he wouldn’t have to give in to his Master, he wouldn’t give Jin that pleasure after the man had gagged him, no less…

Jin finally walked back to the bedroom when he heard the bell clanking too loudly to be caused by any involuntary jerks. Kame’s whole body was trembling on the mattress and he was pulling on the ropes. The slave was shaking his head strongly and the loud noise of the cowbell covered the soft padding of Jin’s feet; Kame tensed and made a startled sound when Jin touched him. The Master rubbed the small patch of skin that the ropes left free on the small of the slave’s back to hush him.

“Relax, Kazu-chan. Do you want it out?” Loud clanking signalized Kame’s eager nodding. “You have to ask for it, slave.”

Kame could no longer even consider resisting. His orgasm was painfully close and he desperately needed to breathe properly. He could not talk, but he used the little air he had to make some garbled sounds, encompassed by the noise of the bell. He could almost feel Jin’s smug smile, but he was too far gone to care. He tried to call out his Master’s name, though he doubted it came out as anything understandable. Jin patted his ass in reward and moved the rope to take the plug and the vibrating egg out just to quickly replace them with his fingers. Kame started shaking his head again as Jin started poking his prostate playfully, he could not take it anymore, he would not be able to hold it back anymore if Jin kept teasing him… The slave tugged on the ropes restraining his arms and made a distressed noise. His Master poked the over-sensitized bundle of nerves again.

“You can come now, slave.”

Kame came even before Jin had finished giving the order. The bell clanked loudly as he threw his head back and his hips snapped forward on reflex just to be harshly stopped by the ropes. He cried out Jin’s name with a guttural scream from so deep within his chest that it ripped the duct-tape half off his lips. Kame gasped loudly as air rushed back through his mouth and his lungs burnt with the sudden intake, but the force of the orgasm kept him fighting to breathe in between moans and pants. Jin wrapped an arm around his torso to rub gentle circles on his chest until the slave’s breath evened out a bit. The dark cloth tied around Kame’s eyes was damp with tears.

“There, Kazu-chan, take deep breaths. Inhale, exhale, come on, that’s it. Good boy.”

Jin reached around his neck to take the bell away and untie the knots around the bed’s posts to help his slave turn around and lie on his back. The ropes tied around the slave’s body had to go, and as aroused as the Master was that was taking too long, so at the end Jin resorted to the scissors he kept in the nightstand drawer and cut them. Instead of removing the ones around his arms Jin tied them back to the bed. Kame’s breath had not completely calmed down yet and his chest rose and fell heavily, the muscles of his stomach quivering when Jin brushed his fingertips over the sweaty skin.

The Master let his slave rest and regain his breath for a few minutes before clicking his tongue in annoyance and tugging on the already loose duct-tape to get it completely off Kame’s mouth. The slave whimpered at the sudden pull and licked his lips, which were soon enough covered by Jin’s own. His Master’s kiss was demanding and spoke of lust and possessiveness; it knocked the air out of Kame’s lungs again, but the slave couldn’t care less as he leaned in with a moan, submissive but kissing Jin back too. He whined a bit when Jin finally pulled apart, but soon enough his sore lips were covered by a new strip of duct-tape that gagged him again. When the Master leaned in to press a kiss over the sealed lips, Jin could feel them trying to move under the silver gag.

“You see, slave, I was just finishing my dinner when you called and I was nice enough to come help you instead of having dessert, so how about you make up for that? I’m going to lick you until you no longer taste of anything.”

Once Jin’s lips pressed against his neck, right under his jaw, Kame couldn’t care less about the lame pick up line. His Master’s mouth was hot on his skin and the slave moaned loudly behind the gag as Jin sucked and licked all over his sensitive spots until Kame could feel arousal spreading through his body despite the previous orgasm. His nipples were swollen and sore and it was painful when Jin bit down on them, even if he did it softly; Kame hissed and raised his torso into Jin’s mouth, tugging on the ropes again.

With his eyes blindfolded he could not foresee where Jin touches would go and that only excited him more; by the time Jin reached Kame’s groin the slave was writhing under him. Jin breathed hotly over the shaved skin and held the slave’s hips down with his hands before slightly grazing his teeth on the hairless crotch. Kame hissed and tried to snap his hips up to no avail. Jin took his sweet time to tease the slave, licking all over the sensitive area before blowing cold air on it to watch the slave squirm and whimper under his hold. The toys had left Kame stretched enough, but Jin still used some lube before slipping two fingers into his lover, who clenched around them with a loud moan from his chest. Kame could feel arousal spreading through his body, but it was too soon for him to get another erection yet.

Jin bit down on Kame’s nipple, which caused the slave to make a pained noise and writhe on the bed. His foot pressed against the front of Jin’s sweatpants and the Master grunted in pleasure against his lover’s heated skin. Jin breathed hotly over Kame’s ear.

“You want something, slave?” A garbled noise was all his answer. Jin wrapped his fingers around Kame’s still limp cock and squeezed the base tightly. The slave arched and made a high pitched noise. “You want me to fuck you, slave?” Kame nodded his head with another garbled noise and pressed his foot against the Master’s crotch again. Jin smirked and bit on Kame’s earlobe; he sure had a demanding slave. The younger man rubbed his Master’s erection more insistently through the cotton. He wanted to feel his lover inside, deep and strong and filling him like only Jin could… And as he felt the man’s body moving apart it finally seemed the Master had gotten the message, if only because Jin’s own arousal was too great to ignore by now.

Jin didn’t waste a moment getting rid of his clothes, t-shirt and sweatpants landing on the floor within seconds. He leaned down again and pressed his body against his lover’s. Kame arched with a muffled moan; the brush of Jin’s naked skin against his seemed to send electric jolts through his body, pleasure spreading to every nerve as his lover kissed his skin. His tiredness suddenly forgotten, Kame felt himself growing hard again and lifted his hips to rub his rising cock against Jin’s erection. The Master grunted in pleasure and rose on his knees, quickly squeezing some lube on his hard cock; the gel was cold against the heated sensitive skin and Jin hissed at the contact. By the time he grabbed Kame’s ankles to pull his legs apart the slave was already willingly spreading them; Jin squeezed the slave’s thighs in a rewarding gesture and positioned himself, but he didn’t push in yet. The Master grabbed his slave’s hair to force his head to still. With the blindfold and the wide strip of duct-tape gagging him the only expressive part of his face visible were the frowning eyebrows. Kame’s chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, nipples red and swollen and surrounded by goose-bumps that crept up his neck. Jin pressed his lips in a kiss against the other one’s sealed ones and muttered against them.

“I’m going to make you scream.”

Kame arched with a loud noise when Jin finally pushed in; after the long day with the rope rubbing against it and the various toys his asshole was irritated and sore and despite the lube the intrusion hurt, but the Master barely held back a few seconds before setting a fast pace. The slave wrapped his legs tightly around his Master’s hips, trying desperately to pull him closer, seeking to feel Jin’s hips pressed flushed against his thighs as long seek pleasure overrode the slight painful burning. Blindfolded, gagged, with his arms tied over his head and with Jin finally inside him the slave’s mind was long gone; all he cared about was bringing Jin closer, feeling more of his Master, pleasing him and not coming before him. Kame made a strangled noise and unconsciously pulled on the ropes binding his arms when his Master pinched his nipples again. Jin’s hands were leaving fluttering touches over his slave’s chest and stomach, feeling the muscles quiver and contract but purposely ignoring his lover’s already fully hard manhood.

Kame arched with a muffled cry when Jin grabbed his legs to press them closer to his chest. With the new angle the Master’s thrusts reached deeper inside him and hit his prostate more often than not, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Kame’s breath was caught in his throat and he could feel the burning in his lungs along with the pressure on his chest again. The slave’s head felt light with pleasure, and he barely registered his Master’s groans of pleasure. Kame could feel his own release pressing closer with every thrust of Jin’s hips and soon there was only one thought in his dizzy mind, repeating itself like a mantra: Don’t come before him, don’t come before him, don’t come before him, don’t comedon’tcomedon’tcome…

Jin forced Kame’s legs against his chest even more forcibly as he used them as an anchoring point. His thrusts were growing erratic as the uncontrolled clenching of Kame’s tight muscles around him brought his orgasm closer. He slid his hands to rest behind the slave’s bent knees to hold his legs more firmly; he ignored Kame’s breathless protest and leaned down between the trembling thighs. The slave’s chest was flushed and glistening with sweat as Jin dragged his teeth across it to tease the already thoroughly abused nipples. Jin could feel release pooling at the pit of his stomach, warm and tingling as it spread through his body and made his hips move faster into the tight hot pleasure until he was coming inside his slave with loud groan, face pressed against Kame’s throat and teeth dragging across it as he felt the slave arch and shiver under him with a strangled noise.

Kame gasped loudly when Jin tore the duct-tape off his lips and tried to draw in a lungful of air, but Jin didn’t give him the chance. Long fingers curled around his cock and tugged once, sharply, effectively knocking what little air he had managed to get out of his lungs with a soundless gasp. Jin closed his fingers around the base of the slave’s engrossed shaft and teased its head with his other hand. Kame’s manhood was hard and red against his stomach, looking almost like it could burst. The slave’s shaved crotch made his erection look bigger.

“You have to ask for it, Kazu-chan.”

The slave moved his lips a couple of times without any sound. “Please…” It was barely a breathy whisper, rough and scratchy as arousal kept Kame from breathing properly. Jin added a bit of pressure to his hold around the slave’s cock and Kame let out a breathless sob. He tried to raise his voice as he pleaded again, tugging harshly on the red hemp ropes. “Master… Please, Master… Please…!”

Jin licked his lips at the appealing sight and tugged the blindfold off; Kame’s eyes were unfocused, red rimmed and wet with unshed tears, the pupils so dilated that the iris looked completely black, but Jin grabbed his chin to force the slave to look at him. Kame pleaded again, a little more desperately, but Jin hushed him with a soft kiss.

“Now, slave. I’m going to take my fingers away and we are going to count up to three together. After that I’m going to allow you to come, but you can’t until I give the order. Is that clear?”

Kame made a garbled noise and nodded jerkily. His whole body tensed when Jin released the pressure of his fingers, but he tried to count along when the Master started.

“One…”

Jin punctuated the number with a slow stroke of his hand around Kame’s cock and the slave gasped and arched, muscles taut with the effort of holding his orgasm back.

“Two…”

Another stroke and Kame tugged on the ropes so hard that Jin moved his free hand to grab the slave’s wrists, fearing his skin would break.

“… Three…”

Jin waited a couple of long moments before finishing the count, and he didn’t give the order right away. Kame was holding his already shortened breath, body so arched it looked painful and eyes wide open with trepidation. Jin licked his lips again and enjoyed the sight for a short moment before sweeping his thumb over the head of Kame’s cock.

“You can come now, slave.”

Kame’s body jerked with a sudden spasm as he came with a soundless yelp. The sheer psychological force of his orgasm kept the slave’s body arched off the mattress, thick spurts of white semen landing on his stomach and chest. Jin watched in amazement as tremors shook the exhausted slave even after his muscles relaxed enough for him to lie down again. Kame’s eyes were quickly closing, but Jin poked him before the slave could completely lose consciousness.

“Don’t forget your manners, slave. What do you say?”

“Thank you… Master…”

Jin smiled and rubbed some cum off his already unconscious lover’s cheek. “Good boy, Kazu-chan.”



Kame awoke to the lack of his collar, warm water around his body and a firm hand against his chest. Still not fully conscious he whined and tried to squirm away as two fingers made their way inside him, but Jin hushed him with a soft kiss to his temple and submerged his other arm into the water to wrap it around Kame’s middle. He finished cleaning the slave and carried him from the bathtub to lie him down on the towel he had spread over a freshly made bed. Jin dried his lover’s beautiful body carefully, running his hand softly over the angry red marks the ropes had left on the fair skin.

“Where did you put the skin-care lotion, Kazuya?”

“Bth’room c’bin’t.”

“Articulate, ain’t we?”

Kame let out a vague whine that could have been a protest, but Jin ignored it as he went to search for the lotion. He spread a generous amount over Kame’s body, rubbing especially carefully over the marks when the slave made a pained noise. The man tried to close his legs with a loud whine when Jin moved onto his asshole, but his lover only hushed him with a soft kiss to his knee and spread some more lotion over the irritated area; the slave was going to need some rest, but luckily he had the next day free. Pulling Kame into a sitting position he took care of the rest of his body. Red stripes crossed the man’s torso, down to his stomach and across the shaved crotch to continue on his back; now that his skin wasn’t flushed with arousal anymore the marks were even more obvious against its usual pale skin tone. Jin kissed the still swollen nipples.

“Try to stay still for a while until the lotion absorbs, alright? I will be right back.”

Even though Jin’s fast shower barely lasted five minutes, Kame had fallen asleep sitting with his chin against his chest by the time he got back to the bedroom. The Master chuckled and tickled the man’s sides lightly, which earned him a sleepy whine and a lazy bat of a hand. Tugging a little on the towel where he was sitting finally made the slave move and slowly he crawled between the warm sheets, followed by a very amused Jin. Kame was already falling asleep again when he felt the other fumbling with something around his neck. The slave opened bleary eyes to blink confusedly at his Master, who flicked his finger at the metallic O-ring of the black leather collar he had just put around the slave’s neck again.

“Had to take it off for the bath.”

Kame smiled tiredly and mouthed a soundless ‘thank you’ before reaching up to kiss his lover’s jaw and cuddling a little closer to him. Jin sneaked an arm around him to play distractedly with the long strands of his slave’s hair.

“I guess that meeting went well, yeah?”

“Hmm.”

Jin rolled his eyes at the lazy, non-descriptive answer. “You know, you sound quite unexcited for having closed such an important deal.”

“ ‘m tired. Can we talk ‘bout it t’morr’w?”

Jin tilted Kame’s head slightly to kiss his lips. “This pretty mouth of yours is going to be put to a better use than talking tomorrow, Kazu-chan.”

Jin was sure Kame would have rolled his eyes had they been open, but the slave settled for a slight push to his chest and sticking his tongue out at him. Jin pressed him closer against his body and moved to lie on his side so they were face to face, shifting a little until he found a comfortable posture before finally drifting off to sleep. He mumbled a final good night with his lips pressed against his lover’s forehead.

“I’m proud of you, Kazuya.”

Jin didn’t miss how Kame’s lips tugged up into a smile against his chest.