Commission - Impossible Working Conditions
Title: Impossible Working Conditions
Chapter: Part 8 of Shapes
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Reita/Uruha, Ruki/Uruha, Aoi/Uruha, Kai/Uruha
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Anal, oral, gangbang, sex toys, bondage, gags, chastity device, sounding, orgasm delay/denial, humiliation, objectification, human furniture, CBT, creampie, impact play, begging, bodily fluids
Summary: Would Uruha make a decent coffee table? Uruha thinks he might, if only he were allowed to do his job without being subjected to constant teasing and distractions.
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~7,300
Comment: For N9.
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Uruha's brows furrowed when he walked into the living room. Reita had made space at the table for the meeting, setting out glasses and water for the other members, as well as a pot of freshly brewed coffee. All of that was to be expected, of course, the surprising part was how Reita seemed to be carrying all the weight training equipment he kept in the corner of the room for convenience somewhere else. "Are you… tidying?"
Reita looked up, almost like he'd been startled, and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Uh, yeah. Figured we might need extra room today."
"What, are you planning on showing off a new dance routine or something?" Uruha laughed softly, and Reita joined in, though he sounded somewhat forced.
"I didn't know you were this attached to my mess."
"I'm attached to you, that includes everything you might bring with you, for better or worse." Before Uruha had a chance to continue, the ring of the doorbell interrupted them, and he glanced back at the door in bewilderment. "Thought we had half an hour or so left before they'd get here."
"I know the concept of being on time confuses you, but not everyone is as allergic to it as you are." Reita could barely contain his giggles, and Uruha rolled his eyes on his way to the door.
"This isn't on time, Reita. This is early." Still, he opened the door and stepped aside so Ruki could come in, greeting him with a gentle "good morning," even though it was well past noon.
"Morning, Uruha." Ruki slipped out of his shoes, hung up his jacket, and strode right into the living room. "Ready when you are."
"The others aren't here yet," Uruha started saying, but then he caught the grin on Reita's face, and he clamped his mouth shut.
"He knows. Ruki's here to help me prepare."
The implications of Reita saying 'me' and not 'us' were not lost on Uruha, and he nodded slowly, glancing between them. Ruki had a perfect poker face, but Reita was like an open book, and it didn't take a genius to figure where this was going. "This isn't a meeting at all, is it?"
"Oh no, it's a meeting." Uruha didn't try to conceal his confusion, and Reita seemed to stifle a laugh before he continued. "Don't worry, you'll see soon enough. Strip."
Uruha waited a moment to see if he was going to take it back, but they just watched him, not adding anything else. "All the way, Sir?"
"Leave the collar." Uruha nodded and slipped his shirt over his head, and before he could ask where to leave it, Ruki grabbed it out of his hands.
"I'll get the stuff. Where is it?"
"Bedroom, I left it by the bed," Reita called after Ruki, who was already headed in that direction. Clearly, whatever was about to happen had been planned down to the last detail, and Uruha raised an eyebrow while he finished undressing, drawing a sharp breath when Reita noticed and span him around, pulling him back against his chest. One of his fingers hooked under Uruha's collar, and he leaned forward to whisper in his ear, his close proximity affecting Uruha more than he cared to admit. "My poor, airheaded pet, have you already forgotten what we discussed?"
He lowered his mouth to Uruha's neck, kissing and nipping at it while he tried to figure out what he was referring to. By the time it came to him, Ruki had already returned with a box that he set down in a chair, rummaging through it while Uruha leaned back against Reita's back. "I think I remember now, Sir."
Reita hummed against his neck, brushing a hand over Uruha's chest, flicking one of his piercings, almost as a hint. "Does that mean you're okay with what's about to happen?"
Uruha gave a short nod. "I trust you, Sir."
"Do you remember your non-verbal safeword?"
"Not fair, Sir." He turned his head enough that Reita would see his pout. Fine, so he might have forgotten their plans for an afternoon like this, but he wasn't about to forget the same cue he'd had for years now.
Ruki cleared his throat, successfully getting their attention. "Let's get started before you two get him too hard to fit in this, yeah?"
There was a chastity cage in his hand, and Uruha swore his mouth went dry at the sight of it. His head was nodding eagerly before his conscious mind caught up, and he was forced to drop the clothes in his hands when Reita wrenched his arms behind his back. He could do nothing but watch as Ruki unscrewed his piercing and carefully tucked his dick into the cage, locking it in place with the Prince Albert after only a bit of fumbling. He couldn't decide whether to be proud or embarrassed at how good he was at it.
Ruki stepped back and grinned, apparently pleased with himself. "Alright, you do the harness, I'll do the prep?"
Uruha figured that was his cue to spread his legs, biting his lip when he was rewarded with a firm smack to his butt, and fine, he realised why they'd started with the cage. When Ruki moved behind him and quickly lubed his fingers, slipping one inside his ass like it was the most ordinary thing in the world, Uruha knew he'd be working up to a flat-out boner if he were physically able to. Something about the casual way they were touching such intimate parts of his body made him feel objectified, almost. Which, if he remembered correctly, was precisely the point.
The harness Reita had selected for the day was one of their sturdier ones, with thick leather straps going around his chest and over his shoulders. Once it was on, he couldn't move his upper body, but Reita wasn't done yet. He grabbed a bundle of rope and motioned for Ruki to move out of the way, ignoring his grumbling while he looped it around Uruha's hips and thighs multiple times. His wrists were tied to his thighs, the rope criss-crossing over his abdomen and keeping him securely bound, and just the sensation against his skin was making Uruha breathe a little deeper.
Reita stepped back to admire the view, and Ruki continued where he'd left off, grabbing one of the ropes and shoving three fingers into him, thrusting and spreading them to make sure he was properly stretched. Reita had the audacity to laugh at the way Uruha moaned. "You don't think he's ready by now?"
"I thought he was always ready." Ruki's tone had an almost mocking edge to it, and Uruha shuddered.
"So you admit you're just doing that because you're enjoying it?" Reita chuckled, but grabbed a few more things from the box, and Uruha almost pouted when Ruki's fingers slipped out of him, but then he noticed the toy in Reita's hand. It was one of their vibrating butt plugs that stimulated Uruha's prostate directly, and he shuddered to think about the afternoon he had ahead of him.
He was also carrying a set of padded leather cuffs that he handed to Ruki, who buckled them around Uruha's ankles while Reita slicked up the toy. "Just relax for me," he whispered, and Uruha drew a deep breath, exhaling in a moan when the plug pushed past his rim. It settled perfectly inside him, already putting pressure on his prostate, and Uruha zoned out for a moment just enjoying the feeling.
"Guess which corner you'll be in." Uruha resisted the urge to scoff at Reita, not needing to earn himself a punishment before they even got started. He answered by moving to the newly tidied section of the living room, kneeling down when Ruki pointed at the floor. He connected a chain to Uruha's ankle cuffs, giving him enough room to spread his legs, but not so much that he could get up without help. Another, much thinner chain was clipped to his nipple rings, the weight of it noticeable, but not painful.
"He makes a pretty decoration." Ruki tilted his head, running his fingers through Uruha's hair, who was already starting to blush.
"He'll make a functional one, too, if you just move over." He stepped aside, revealing Reita holding a wooden serving tray and a length of rope, and Uruha bit his lip while he watched him attach the tray to his leather harness. He threaded the rope through Uruha's collar and tied the ends to the last two corners, holding his head up to make sure the tray was in the right position, as level as possible.
As soon as Reita was done, Ruki bent down to place a mug on the tray, filling it with coffee from the pot. "Now be good furniture and don't move, this coffee is still hot." There was a hint of warning to his tone, and just then, the doorbell rang again.
"Here, hold this." Reita placed a pen between Uruha's lips, and he shot him a glare as he walked away, though deep down, he was grateful to have an excuse not to talk. He could just concentrate on keeping his posture while Ruki filled four mugs of coffee, which didn't sound like much in theory, but was a fair bit heavier than he'd expected. Hopefully, the sound of steps in the hallway meant he wouldn't have to balance them for long.
"You were right, Reita, your new table does look pretty," Aoi said when he rounded the corner into the living room, his gaze trailing down Uruha's body. "But how good is it at being a table?"
"I don't know yet, I haven't set it up until today." Reita grinned when the doorbell rang again, handing something to Aoi that Uruha recognised with a shudder. "Why don't you find out while I go let Kai in?"
Aoi turned the remote in his hand, watching Uruha with that expression he always had when he was feigning ignorance. "Do you have any idea what this is?" Uruha dared a glance down at the mugs. They weren't filled to the brim, but they could spill over if he made any sudden movements, and he shot Aoi a pleading look that he pretended not to notice. "I wonder what this button does."
The vibrator buzzed to life inside him, and Uruha tensed momentarily, straining not to bite down on the pen in his mouth. He'd somehow managed not to spill anything, and he sighed in relief when Aoi bent down and patted his cheek, grabbing one of the mugs and lightening Uruha's burden. "Not bad."
Ruki chuckled, grabbing a mug for himself. "It's been ten minutes, Aoi."
"But it's so cute when you praise it." Aoi winked at Uruha, who could do nothing but struggle not to lose focus. Two down, two to go, and he did not intend to spill coffee on himself today. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Reita coming back, Kai right behind him.
They didn't even look at him, and Uruha's stomach fluttered at the dismissive way they grabbed each their mug, Kai tossing his keys on the tray with a clattering sound. "Don't drool on them."
Uruha blushed and swallowed, realising he'd completely forgotten to do so in the commotion. Ruki gave a laugh and took a seat at the table. "Did you finally figure out a trick to not forgetting where you put your keys?" Kai flipped him off, taking a seat opposite him and grabbing a sheet of paper.
"Save your teasing for later."
"There's plenty to go around." Before Kai could get a remark in, Ruki clicked his pen, drawing something on his paper. "I have a few ideas for our new look already, or at least a theme."
Uruha had been curious what type of meeting they would have that he didn't need to be fully present for. He had ideas for their next visual, naturally, but he'd already pitched a few of them to Reita, so he had no objections to them starting without him. They'd need to have a meeting with their stylists later, anyway, and there was plenty of time for them to have another meeting before then. Uruha could, in good conscience, zone out and just enjoy the sensations coursing through his body.
Every once in a while, someone would look over at him, and Uruha would shudder under their gaze. With his legs cuffed, his arms tied at his sides, and the pen in his mouth, he was entirely at their mercy. He was nothing but an object for their amusement, with two very important tasks. Don't drop the pen, and don't lose the keys.
The latter was the easiest. The tray was wide and the edges raised enough that something as small as a keychain wouldn't simply slide off. Short of bending over, there wasn't much Uruha could really do to fuck that up. The pen, however, was getting kind of slippery by now, and he tipped his head back to readjust his hold, using gravity to help him.
A surprised gasp made him almost lose the damn thing when the toy in his ass vibrated faster, and he looked over at the table to see Reita setting the remote down in the middle. For a moment, everyone watched him squirm, amused looks on their faces, and the cage around his dick felt too tight for comfort. Then they went back to their discussion as though nothing had happened, and Uruha whined out a quiet moan, carefully bucking his hips.
The vibrator was buzzing mercilessly against his prostate, and while Uruha normally appreciated the design, right then, he really wished it wouldn't. No amount of squirming helped, he was doomed to get hornier and hornier as the stimulation continued, without being able to get physically hard. His dick was trapped, and every time it tried to expand, it hurt, keeping him on that delicious edge between pleasure and pain.
He wasn't sure who did it or how long passed, but eventually the toy was switched off, and he almost missed it. The pressure was still present, of course, and shortly after, Reita excused himself and got up, passing Uruha on his way to the bathroom. He glanced down at him, calculating, and Uruha resisted the urge to look away, though he was certain he must look a mess by now.
"Good boy." Reita petted him gently, ruffling his hair before heading to the bathroom, leaving Uruha to squirm. The others were deep in conversation, ignoring him completely, discussing materials or seams or something, Uruha wasn't sure. It was already hard to pay attention, but Aoi grabbed the remote again, and Uruha's thoughts melted away as the toy started vibrating again.
When Reita returned from the bathroom, he'd brought another mug, and Uruha shook his head desperately when he grabbed the pot off the table. Reita raised an eyebrow at him, but filled the mug nonetheless, undeterred by Uruha's pleading whines. "What's the matter, I thought you liked coffee? I remembered you didn't have any earlier, and I wouldn't want you falling asleep during the meeting."
Uruha glared at him, but he didn't say anything when Reita took the pen, holding the cup to his lips and tipping it slowly. The coffee wasn't scaldingly hot anymore, and Uruha swallowed as much as he could, figuring he'd have to hold whatever was left by the end. Reita was tipping faster than he could drink, however, and some of it dripped down his throat, making him wince from the warmth.
"Whoops, my bad." Reita didn't look the least bit sorry, but he did set the mug down without filling it again, so Uruha supposed he should be grateful. He took the pen in his mouth again, finding a somewhat comfortable position while Reita returned to his seat, breath hitching in his throat when the vibrator was turned up yet again.
Part of him wished they would just abandon their meeting and fuck him instead. Bend him over the table, tease him with the plug until he was begging for it, take turns filling his ass while he was powerless to do anything but take it. Sure, he made decent furniture, but he made an even better sex toy, and he couldn't wait to be thoroughly used for a much better purpose than just watching Kai's keys and providing an occasional distraction from work.
As if on cue, Kai stretched his arms above his head, groaning tiredly. "I'm ready for a break. Anyone else?"
"Definitely. Reita's new table is making it kind of hard to concentrate." Aoi licked his lips, meeting Uruha's gaze with a wink.
"Not hard enough, if you ask me. But that could be fixed." Reita gestured towards him, and Aoi pretended to be shocked.
"No way, can I? You haven't even tested it out yourself, yet."
"Be my guest." Uruha's chest fluttered at the way Reita offered him up, and when Aoi got up from his chair and started walking towards him, he spat out the pen, letting it clatter next to his coffee and the keys on the tray.
"Now now, were you allowed to drop that?" Aoi shook his head disapprovingly, picking up the mug and finishing it off, handing it to Ruki, who was sitting closest to them.
"Please," Uruha whispered, swallowing hard and looking pointedly at Aoi's crotch. "Let me pleasure you."
"Don't think tables are supposed to talk, y'know." Despite his taunting tone, Aoi thumbed open the button and pushed his zipper down, pulling his half-hard dick out of his underwear and stepping closer to Uruha, holding it to his lips. "Besides, I've got something way better for you to do with your mouth."
Before he'd finished his sentence, Uruha was sticking his tongue out, lapping at Aoi and moaning like a horny slut. With the weight of the table pulling down on his collar, he couldn't lean forwards too much, but he did his best to lick and kiss what he could reach, pleased when Aoi slowly swelled in size. His own dick twitched in its cage, probably envious, but he ignored it, suckling on Aoi's head and looking up at him with hazy eyes.
"Fuck, that's a good toy." Aoi buried one hand in Uruha's hair, the other gripping his dick and pushing it deeper into his mouth. "You want me hard real bad, huh?"
"He's probably hoping you'll fuck a different hole if he can just get you worked up enough."
Aoi laughed, gently rocking his hips a few times before pulling out, grinning when Uruha whined. "In that case, does anyone else want a turn?"
"Yes, please." Kai got up, taking Aoi's place in front of Uruha and pushing his pants down to his thighs. He slapped Uruha's cheek lightly, shoving his dick past his lips and gripping his hair. "Suck."
Uruha hummed, taking him deeper and hollowing his cheeks, bobbing his head slowly. Finally he could do something he was good at, and he slurped eagerly, doing his best to please Kai with how limited his movement was. Just when he thought he'd found a good rhythm, the damn toy inside him started pulsing, and his eyes closed as he struggled not to just grind his hips against it.
Another slap to his cheek got his attention. "Did I say you could stop?" Uruha shook his head weakly, going back to gliding his lips over Kai's dick, though his thighs were trembling and his fingers were clenching around the ropes. He matched the rhythm of his sucking to the vibrator, imagining he was being fucked from both ends, the stimulation almost too much considering he was still locked in that cursed cage.
"That's enough," Kai said, pulling him off his dick by his hair, and Uruha gasped for breath. "And I think I'll take these, too, before you get them all nasty." He took his keys, shoving them into his pocket and pulling his pants up. "Anyone else?"
Ruki was already up, and he gripped Uruha's chin, stroking his thumb across his lower lip and dipping it just inside his mouth. "You were such a good table, but now you're starting to slip. Don't you want to make your master proud?" Uruha nodded eagerly, sucking gently on Ruki's thumb, shifting closer as much as he could. "You better be a good piece of furniture, or we'll have to discipline you."
Uruha had a feeling they were going to, anyway, but he didn't protest. When Ruki tipped his chin up and stepped closer, holding his dick right in front of his face and stroking it slowly, Uruha just sucked on his balls instead, trying to stay still while doing a good job of pleasuring him. He licked and sucked at Ruki's soft sac, nearly going cross-eyed watching him jerk off, barely missing a beat this time when the vibrator's intensity went up yet again.
Before he had time to truly settle into a rhythm, Ruki stepped back again, and Uruha could do nothing but try to catch his breath while his eyes scanned the room for Reita. Surely, he wouldn't deny Uruha the pleasure of getting to suck his dick, too, even if it was just for a while? He needed something in his mouth to muffle his moans, anyway, and nobody was giving him the damn pen back.
"I love how lost you look without a dick filling you," came a familiar voice, and Uruha barely had time to part his lips again, taking Reita deep and squirming in his spot. "Not to mention how you almost wag like a puppy when you're being used. You like being useful, don't you?"
Uruha answered by bobbing his head, sucking Reita's dick eagerly. He glanced up, meeting his gaze briefly before he fluttered his eyes shut, concentrating on moving his head without losing his balance. He was sure he must be leaking out of his cage, but he didn't care. Being denied orgasm was just the cherry on top when he got to suck dick selflessly like this.
"Slut," Reita groaned, and Uruha shuddered in response, taking him as deep as he could to muffle his shameful moans. He didn't try to conceal his whine when Reita pulled away, as embarrassing as it was, he didn't want him to stop just yet. "So demanding. You haven't forgotten who's in charge, have you?"
At that, Uruha looked down, not wanting to give Reita the wrong idea. He was still perfectly content taking orders, even if he was a brat about it sometimes. It was worth it when it earned him more teasing, and he couldn't help the flutter in his chest when Reita gripped his throat, helping him up so he was no longer resting on his calves, back straight and head high to compensate for the pull of the tray.
Reita held the pen up, making sure Uruha noticed it, giving him a stern look. "Don't drop it this time, you hear me?" But instead of placing it in his mouth like Uruha expected, he tipped his head back and held it completely still, balancing the pen on the bridge of his nose precariously. Uruha barely dared breathe, didn't even grumble at the fact that the toy was still buzzing inside his ass, making it impossible to stay completely still.
It took every ounce of his concentration to keep his face level, and drops of sweat rolled down his face, as though taunting him with the fact that he couldn't wipe them away. The pen took up most of his vision, and he didn't even notice Aoi crouching down in front of him, not until the chain between his nipples was being pulled taut, tugging at his piercings.
"Better stay still, toy." Aoi sounded so pleased with himself, and Uruha would have huffed if he could have. The harder Aoi pulled, the more he had to resist, and his chest stung with delicious pain. Still, the pen didn't fall, and Uruha was ridiculously proud of himself for managing to balance it so long. Even when Aoi let up on the pressure, he balanced it out in time, jerking back slightly, but not enough to throw him off.
That was, until a weight on his collar forced him to lean forwards, the pen clattering to the floor and rolling away almost mockingly. Ruki was standing with one foot on the tray, sneering down at him. "Look what you've done now, you've disappointed your master."
Uruha wanted to apologise, but Aoi's hand closed around his balls, and all he got out was a gasp. "Sounds like a punishment is in order," Aoi whispered, tightening his grip until it hurt, and Uruha whimpered pathetically. He barely noticed Reita grabbing the remote from the table, but he did notice the toy pulsing faster inside him, jerking his hips into motion, causing a chain reaction when Aoi's hand tugged on his balls.
He whispered a curse, but he wasn't quiet enough, and he gritted his teeth when Kai pulled on his hair, forcing him to look up. "No talking, remember?" Kai held his head in place, and Uruha could do nothing but wiggle uselessly, sobbing when his balls were given a few hard smacks. "It's almost like you want to be punished."
Uruha was certain his cheeks must be burning by now, because Kai had a point, though he wouldn't admit it. Aoi gently tugging on his dick piercing didn't diminish his arousal, and as much as he liked his cage, he wished it would evaporate out of existence right then. His hips rocked between the plug in his ass and Aoi's groping touches, wanting more of both, of everything.
He could no longer suppress his moans when a sharp kick to his ass made him jerk forwards. Fortunately he was caught between a rock and a hard place, and he couldn't fall with how tightly Kai was gripping his hair, but the momentum threw him off his balance, and he hissed at the pain in his scalp when he was held up again. "You're pretty useless at this point, you know."
He wanted to argue and remind Ruki that he still had plenty of other uses besides being a table, but he was kicked again, and he quickly shut his mouth. "This is just in the way now," Aoi said and loosened the rope connected to the tray, removing it quickly and setting it aside. Uruha was panting harshly by now, and he almost choked on his own tongue when a foot connected with his balls.
Another kick wrenched a strained cry from his throat, and he tried to move away, lower his hips, only for a pair of hands to grip his harness and pull him back up. With his knees spread, his arms tied to his sides, and several strong arms holding him still, there was nothing Uruha could do but sob as Ruki lightly kicked his crotch again. It didn't take much for it to hurt, and while Ruki was being careful, it stung like a bitch, bringing tears to Uruha's eyes, and he tried in vain to blink them away.
"At least it still makes for good entertainment," Aoi said, leaning against the table, and his boner was obvious even through the tears in Uruha's vision. He was well past the point of coherency by now, all he managed was the occasional whimper when pain shot up through his body from his crotch.
"It's a terrible table, though." Kai yanked Uruha's head back further, and the collar tightened around his throat, almost choking him. "Can't even do something as simple as hold a pen without fucking up."
"Let's see if this is any easier." Ruki took the chain connected to Uruha's nipples and lifted it to his lips, and Uruha barely had the presence of mind to open his mouth, taking it between his teeth. "Think you can hang on to that?" Uruha nodded, regretting it a moment later when he tugged on his own piercings, though the laughs it earned him from the others made it worth it.
"Don't know if he's learned his lesson yet, though. He's quite the masochist." Aoi pushed off from the table. "Reita, mind if I borrow one of your floggers?"
"Not at all."
"Sweet, bend him over something?" Aoi left, and Uruha was pulled to his feet, the cuffs around his ankles unchained so he could walk. He was half pushed, half pulled over to the couch, and he struggled as best he could, but there was nothing he could do against three strong men, not with his arms tied and the chain in his mouth painfully tugging on his piercings as he walked.
He was bent over the back of the couch, and he buried his face in the pillows, not caring that he was probably rubbing sweat and drool into the fabric. It muffled his disappointed whine when the plug was removed from his ass, leaving him twitching and gaping, embarrassment almost consuming him. "No, you can dwell on how empty you feel for a bit."
Hands moved over his thighs, over his ass, between his legs, further intensifying the objectification, and Uruha leaned into it, figuratively. He didn't have any leverage to push either one way or the other, but that was honestly part of what he loved. He was a thing, a decoration, a toy for others' amusement, and it was getting so, so hard to keep from just moaning constantly, especially when his balls were squeezed again. He tried closing his thighs, but they were pried apart, and the cold air against his heated skin made him feel exposed, dirty, used.
Then the bodies moved away again, and Uruha knew what came next, taking a deep breath to calm himself before the first hit came. The tails of a flogger snapped against his ass, and he grunted quietly, turning his head to make it easier to breathe. His vision was unfocused, his face wet from tears streaking down his cheeks, but he was too far gone to pay attention to his surroundings, anyway.
Another sharp hit, and he winced softly. "Will you make an effort to do better next time?" He nodded, unable to form words, but nobody held it against him. His skin stung whenever the flogger was brought down on it, the pain fading to a dull throb before it was ignited anew. Aoi was good with rhythm, Uruha knew that already, and he would happily let him flog him for hours, just lying there and panting, letting the waves of pain spread through his body, ending in his dick.
He knew he was leaking, and the added shame of knowing his arousal was so blatant only made it all worse. He was frighteningly close to begging for an orgasm, but he knew he'd probably have to wait until last. His purpose was to serve, after all, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Even as horny as he was, bent over the couch, taking hit after hit of a flogger, he would be patient.
He vaguely registered someone saying something about lube, but the words were drowned out by his own moans. He figured something was about to happen when the hits stopped coming, and he strained to look over his shoulder to see what was happening. Reita was moving behind him, his dick in one hand, the other delivering a sharp smack to Uruha's ass before gripping it tightly.
The vibrator had kept him loose enough that Reita could push in without resistance, and Uruha moaned shakily, spreading his legs wider. He always loved being taken in such a way, and when Reita grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, Uruha shuddered at the sight of the others scattered in various armchairs, watching him hungrily, stroking their dicks.
"Aware enough to notice the audience, are you?" Uruha gave a sound of acknowledgement, and Reita chuckled. "Yeah, I know you love being seen for the whore you are, so don't worry, they'll watch you fall apart in my arms, reduced to nothing but moans and pleas by the time I'm done with you." Reita pulled his hips back, shoving back in hard enough that the couch creaked, and Uruha wasn't sure he'd even last that long.
Fortunately, he'd managed to get Reita worked up enough with his mouth earlier that he was in the same boat. As much as Uruha loved being fucked until his bones turned to jelly and his brain to mush, he was so aroused by now, it hurt. His dick kept swelling, pushing against the cage, as though trying to break it through sheer force alone. The result was an almost constant throb of pain, coupled with the occasional spike when his head jerked enough to yank on his piercings. Part of him wanted to spit out the damn chain, but he clamped his teeth down tight, pushing through and focusing on how good Reita felt inside him.
Reita's cock filled him just right, spreading him open and reaching deep inside him with every thrust. His body rocked back and forth, the hands in his hair and on his hip keeping him from losing his balance and toppling over. Reita was moaning above him, and the familiar sound of his deep, husky voice was both arousing and comforting at the same time.
He noticed the shift in Reita's pace when he got close, clenching around him and smiling at the way he groaned in response. Reita buried himself to the hilt inside him when he came, grinding against his ass and filling him with his cum, nails digging into his skin and probably leaving marks. Almost too quickly, the moment ended, Reita leaving him with a slap to his ass and a grin that Uruha missed, leaning over the couch again with nobody to hold him up.
Kai was the one who pulled him to his feet, walking him a few steps to the side and spinning him around, shoving him down on the couch with his ass hanging over the armrest. He was nice enough to place a cushion under Uruha's head, patting his cheek before gripping his legs, slinging them over his shoulders. "You can take more, can't you?"
A shift of his head was all Uruha managed, but Kai understood, grinning while he got his pants out of the way for the second time. "You really love being used, such a good slut. Still wet from Reita's cum, but you want more, so greedy." He held the head of his cock to Uruha's rim, pushing against it, but not inside. "What do you say, guys? Does he deserve it?"
Aoi hummed thoughtfully, and Ruki just grinned. Both of them were touching themselves, and Uruha nearly drooled at the sight of their hard cocks. If only he could pleasure them all at the same time. "He did take his punishment well, he might have earned it."
"Besides, it's not like he can cum, anyway," Ruki added, his grin widening, and Uruha whined quietly, looking up at Kai.
"You better be grateful for all you're getting, slut," he whispered, gripping Uruha's thighs and starting to push inside, lips parting around a deep moan. "Fuck, you're practically dripping." Uruha moaned as well, grateful for Kai's firm grip holding his legs up, because he was close to collapsing by now. Reita returned with a bottle of water, but Uruha barely noticed, too busy trying to keep the chain in his mouth without choking on it while Kai thrust into him over and over.
And sure, Uruha was slick from Reita's cum and panting from exhaustion, but he was loving every second. Even though his dick was protesting the constant pleasure with no relief from the cage, he just moaned, enjoying every second of Kai using him. Even Kai gripping his balls and pressing hard just made him tense a little, just enough to tighten up and draw more pleasured noises out of the both of them.
Kai fucked him hard for a little more, until his rhythm faltered and he just rocked his hips slowly, adding his cum to the mess Reita had left in him just earlier. He caught his breath before he pulled out, watching a trail of cum drip down Uruha's crack, humming in satisfaction and letting go of his legs.
The second he moved out of the way, Aoi and Ruki squeezed in between Uruha's legs, both of them obviously close to orgasm. Uruha pouted, though he wasn't sure it worked with the chain still in his mouth, because they looked too far gone to really fuck him. He turned out to be right about that, because Aoi pushed about halfway into him and groaned, biting into his calf as he came inside him. Uruha couldn't even be upset, not when Aoi had clearly struggled to hold back as long as he did, panting shakily as he rode out his orgasm with shallow thrusts.
"Move," Ruki grunted out, nudging Aoi and gripping the base of his dick. He looked like he was barely keeping it together, but he did manage to glance up at Uruha, chuckling at the sight of him. "You should really see yourself." His voice was strained, and he pushed into him slowly, groaning as his ass enveloped him, gripping his dick despite how stretched and wet it was.
He didn't say anything further, grabbing the ropes around Uruha's waist and using them as leverage to thrust hard into him a few times, fucking the others' and eventually his own cum deep into him. Uruha allowed himself to feel a spark of pride at how much he affected them, glad he could inspire such lust in his otherwise so composed friends. Ruki almost stumbled when he pulled out and stepped back, and Uruha hummed at how full he was, cum leaking down his ass and thighs when he lowered his legs to the floor again.
Reita, having had enough time to recover, set down a small box on the low table that made Uruha's heart skip a beat. "You might want to get comfortable," he said, and Uruha nodded, rolling carefully off the couch and getting to his feet. He sat down properly, deciding he was done keeping the chain in his mouth and letting it drop to his chest, leaning back and closing his eyes while Reita got set up.
He could barely contain his excitement when Reita carefully unlocked his cage, removing it and setting it on the table, trailing his fingers over Uruha's quickly hardening dick. "Think you've earned your reward yet?" Uruha nodded gently, but Reita was having none of it, hooking his finger into one of the rings of Uruha's collar, pulling it tight and catching his blurry gaze. "Answer me."
"Please, Sir." Uruha cleared his throat, his voice was a little too rough, and he didn't want to disappoint Reita when he was so close to getting what he wanted. "Please, I've been good, may I have my reward?"
"I don't know, you weren't that good. In fact, you were pretty bad up until the point where we did all the work for you." Reita leaned in to bite Uruha's neck, who tipped his head to the side in a gesture of surrender.
"I promise I'll do better next time, Sir."
Reita's soft chuckle sent a shiver down Uruha's spine. "Somehow, I doubt that, but I'll be generous." He had to move back to reach the table, and Uruha drew a deep breath, watching Reita grab a sounding rod and a pack of sterile lube. His dick was hard already, and when Reita took it in his hand, it practically throbbed, oozing enough precum that Uruha wondered if the lube was even necessary.
The sound slipped into his slit with ease, Reita's deft fingers working it into him with practiced movements, fucking it in and out and going slightly deeper each time. The sensations were almost too much after all the stimulation he'd been subjected to that day, and he bit his lip with a soft whimper, watching the metal disappear inside his hole. Once it was all the way in, Reita dragged his hand agonisingly slow up the length of his dick, and Uruha sobbed softly.
"Please, Sir, fuck, feels so good, please, please, wanna cum," he begged, over and over, and he would have bucked his hips if he could just move at all. Reita laughed at his pathetic mewling, and the blush on his cheeks grew deeper, his dick twitching at the sound.
"You think I'll let you cum?" He raised an eyebrow at Uruha, letting his hand glide back down to settle at the base of his dick.
"Please, Sir?" Uruha gave his best attempt at puppy eyes, though with how thoroughly fucked out he felt, it was probably closer to bedroom eyes than anything else.
"But what if I like seeing you suffer?" Silly question, really, Uruha already knew that to be true. Still, he held out hope that maybe, just maybe, he liked seeing Uruha lost in pleasure even more.
"Can't you do both, Sir?" Uruha pushed up against him, whining when Reita took his hands off him entirely. Only when he relaxed again did Reita continue, though still at the same infuriating pace.
"You're so demanding." Pinching the rod between his fingers, Reita pulled it up and pushed back down again, fucking Uruha's dick with it. "Let me consider it."
Uruha's brows furrowed, and he groaned in frustration, trying his hardest to stay still and not just cum regardless of whether or not he had permission. "Please."
Reita dragged it out even longer, humming like he was deep in thought, and when Uruha thought he might cry, he finally spoke. "Fine, cum." Just like he'd promised, he managed to mix relief and suffering at the same time, letting go at just the right time to watch Uruha's dick strain against nothing but air, twitching and tensing while Uruha choked down a cry.
"Good boy," Reita whispered when Uruha stopped sobbing, pulling the sounding rod out carefully and setting it on a towel on the table for later cleaning. He sat down next to him on the couch and slung an arm around his shoulders, kissing his sweaty temple and whispering sweet nothings. Ruki undid the various knots and harnesses Uruha was wearing, until he was sitting on the couch in nothing but his collar, a blanket draped over him and warm bodies pressed against all sides.
It didn't take long before the dopamine rush faded and he noticed the constant pressure of his bladder. "I think I need the toilet."
"Yeah, not surprised. You drank almost a full mug of coffee earlier, and most of your cum probably went back inside." Reita took Uruha's hand and helped him slowly make his way to the bathroom.
"Both of which are your fault," Uruha said and gripped his sore dick, wincing softly as he started pissing.
Reita leaned against the sink, crossing his arms over his chest and watching with a smile. "What, are you complaining?"
"Not at all, I enjoyed myself. Thank you." Uruha shook his dick and flushed the toilet, nudging Reita aside so he could wash his hands. "So, am I really that bad of a table?"
"Holding things still was your weak point, but I'd rate you a ten out of ten for entertainment value."
Chapter: Part 8 of Shapes
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Reita/Uruha, Ruki/Uruha, Aoi/Uruha, Kai/Uruha
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Anal, oral, gangbang, sex toys, bondage, gags, chastity device, sounding, orgasm delay/denial, humiliation, objectification, human furniture, CBT, creampie, impact play, begging, bodily fluids
Summary: Would Uruha make a decent coffee table? Uruha thinks he might, if only he were allowed to do his job without being subjected to constant teasing and distractions.
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~7,300
Comment: For N9.
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Uruha's brows furrowed when he walked into the living room. Reita had made space at the table for the meeting, setting out glasses and water for the other members, as well as a pot of freshly brewed coffee. All of that was to be expected, of course, the surprising part was how Reita seemed to be carrying all the weight training equipment he kept in the corner of the room for convenience somewhere else. "Are you… tidying?"
Reita looked up, almost like he'd been startled, and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Uh, yeah. Figured we might need extra room today."
"What, are you planning on showing off a new dance routine or something?" Uruha laughed softly, and Reita joined in, though he sounded somewhat forced.
"I didn't know you were this attached to my mess."
"I'm attached to you, that includes everything you might bring with you, for better or worse." Before Uruha had a chance to continue, the ring of the doorbell interrupted them, and he glanced back at the door in bewilderment. "Thought we had half an hour or so left before they'd get here."
"I know the concept of being on time confuses you, but not everyone is as allergic to it as you are." Reita could barely contain his giggles, and Uruha rolled his eyes on his way to the door.
"This isn't on time, Reita. This is early." Still, he opened the door and stepped aside so Ruki could come in, greeting him with a gentle "good morning," even though it was well past noon.
"Morning, Uruha." Ruki slipped out of his shoes, hung up his jacket, and strode right into the living room. "Ready when you are."
"The others aren't here yet," Uruha started saying, but then he caught the grin on Reita's face, and he clamped his mouth shut.
"He knows. Ruki's here to help me prepare."
The implications of Reita saying 'me' and not 'us' were not lost on Uruha, and he nodded slowly, glancing between them. Ruki had a perfect poker face, but Reita was like an open book, and it didn't take a genius to figure where this was going. "This isn't a meeting at all, is it?"
"Oh no, it's a meeting." Uruha didn't try to conceal his confusion, and Reita seemed to stifle a laugh before he continued. "Don't worry, you'll see soon enough. Strip."
Uruha waited a moment to see if he was going to take it back, but they just watched him, not adding anything else. "All the way, Sir?"
"Leave the collar." Uruha nodded and slipped his shirt over his head, and before he could ask where to leave it, Ruki grabbed it out of his hands.
"I'll get the stuff. Where is it?"
"Bedroom, I left it by the bed," Reita called after Ruki, who was already headed in that direction. Clearly, whatever was about to happen had been planned down to the last detail, and Uruha raised an eyebrow while he finished undressing, drawing a sharp breath when Reita noticed and span him around, pulling him back against his chest. One of his fingers hooked under Uruha's collar, and he leaned forward to whisper in his ear, his close proximity affecting Uruha more than he cared to admit. "My poor, airheaded pet, have you already forgotten what we discussed?"
He lowered his mouth to Uruha's neck, kissing and nipping at it while he tried to figure out what he was referring to. By the time it came to him, Ruki had already returned with a box that he set down in a chair, rummaging through it while Uruha leaned back against Reita's back. "I think I remember now, Sir."
Reita hummed against his neck, brushing a hand over Uruha's chest, flicking one of his piercings, almost as a hint. "Does that mean you're okay with what's about to happen?"
Uruha gave a short nod. "I trust you, Sir."
"Do you remember your non-verbal safeword?"
"Not fair, Sir." He turned his head enough that Reita would see his pout. Fine, so he might have forgotten their plans for an afternoon like this, but he wasn't about to forget the same cue he'd had for years now.
Ruki cleared his throat, successfully getting their attention. "Let's get started before you two get him too hard to fit in this, yeah?"
There was a chastity cage in his hand, and Uruha swore his mouth went dry at the sight of it. His head was nodding eagerly before his conscious mind caught up, and he was forced to drop the clothes in his hands when Reita wrenched his arms behind his back. He could do nothing but watch as Ruki unscrewed his piercing and carefully tucked his dick into the cage, locking it in place with the Prince Albert after only a bit of fumbling. He couldn't decide whether to be proud or embarrassed at how good he was at it.
Ruki stepped back and grinned, apparently pleased with himself. "Alright, you do the harness, I'll do the prep?"
Uruha figured that was his cue to spread his legs, biting his lip when he was rewarded with a firm smack to his butt, and fine, he realised why they'd started with the cage. When Ruki moved behind him and quickly lubed his fingers, slipping one inside his ass like it was the most ordinary thing in the world, Uruha knew he'd be working up to a flat-out boner if he were physically able to. Something about the casual way they were touching such intimate parts of his body made him feel objectified, almost. Which, if he remembered correctly, was precisely the point.
The harness Reita had selected for the day was one of their sturdier ones, with thick leather straps going around his chest and over his shoulders. Once it was on, he couldn't move his upper body, but Reita wasn't done yet. He grabbed a bundle of rope and motioned for Ruki to move out of the way, ignoring his grumbling while he looped it around Uruha's hips and thighs multiple times. His wrists were tied to his thighs, the rope criss-crossing over his abdomen and keeping him securely bound, and just the sensation against his skin was making Uruha breathe a little deeper.
Reita stepped back to admire the view, and Ruki continued where he'd left off, grabbing one of the ropes and shoving three fingers into him, thrusting and spreading them to make sure he was properly stretched. Reita had the audacity to laugh at the way Uruha moaned. "You don't think he's ready by now?"
"I thought he was always ready." Ruki's tone had an almost mocking edge to it, and Uruha shuddered.
"So you admit you're just doing that because you're enjoying it?" Reita chuckled, but grabbed a few more things from the box, and Uruha almost pouted when Ruki's fingers slipped out of him, but then he noticed the toy in Reita's hand. It was one of their vibrating butt plugs that stimulated Uruha's prostate directly, and he shuddered to think about the afternoon he had ahead of him.
He was also carrying a set of padded leather cuffs that he handed to Ruki, who buckled them around Uruha's ankles while Reita slicked up the toy. "Just relax for me," he whispered, and Uruha drew a deep breath, exhaling in a moan when the plug pushed past his rim. It settled perfectly inside him, already putting pressure on his prostate, and Uruha zoned out for a moment just enjoying the feeling.
"Guess which corner you'll be in." Uruha resisted the urge to scoff at Reita, not needing to earn himself a punishment before they even got started. He answered by moving to the newly tidied section of the living room, kneeling down when Ruki pointed at the floor. He connected a chain to Uruha's ankle cuffs, giving him enough room to spread his legs, but not so much that he could get up without help. Another, much thinner chain was clipped to his nipple rings, the weight of it noticeable, but not painful.
"He makes a pretty decoration." Ruki tilted his head, running his fingers through Uruha's hair, who was already starting to blush.
"He'll make a functional one, too, if you just move over." He stepped aside, revealing Reita holding a wooden serving tray and a length of rope, and Uruha bit his lip while he watched him attach the tray to his leather harness. He threaded the rope through Uruha's collar and tied the ends to the last two corners, holding his head up to make sure the tray was in the right position, as level as possible.
As soon as Reita was done, Ruki bent down to place a mug on the tray, filling it with coffee from the pot. "Now be good furniture and don't move, this coffee is still hot." There was a hint of warning to his tone, and just then, the doorbell rang again.
"Here, hold this." Reita placed a pen between Uruha's lips, and he shot him a glare as he walked away, though deep down, he was grateful to have an excuse not to talk. He could just concentrate on keeping his posture while Ruki filled four mugs of coffee, which didn't sound like much in theory, but was a fair bit heavier than he'd expected. Hopefully, the sound of steps in the hallway meant he wouldn't have to balance them for long.
"You were right, Reita, your new table does look pretty," Aoi said when he rounded the corner into the living room, his gaze trailing down Uruha's body. "But how good is it at being a table?"
"I don't know yet, I haven't set it up until today." Reita grinned when the doorbell rang again, handing something to Aoi that Uruha recognised with a shudder. "Why don't you find out while I go let Kai in?"
Aoi turned the remote in his hand, watching Uruha with that expression he always had when he was feigning ignorance. "Do you have any idea what this is?" Uruha dared a glance down at the mugs. They weren't filled to the brim, but they could spill over if he made any sudden movements, and he shot Aoi a pleading look that he pretended not to notice. "I wonder what this button does."
The vibrator buzzed to life inside him, and Uruha tensed momentarily, straining not to bite down on the pen in his mouth. He'd somehow managed not to spill anything, and he sighed in relief when Aoi bent down and patted his cheek, grabbing one of the mugs and lightening Uruha's burden. "Not bad."
Ruki chuckled, grabbing a mug for himself. "It's been ten minutes, Aoi."
"But it's so cute when you praise it." Aoi winked at Uruha, who could do nothing but struggle not to lose focus. Two down, two to go, and he did not intend to spill coffee on himself today. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Reita coming back, Kai right behind him.
They didn't even look at him, and Uruha's stomach fluttered at the dismissive way they grabbed each their mug, Kai tossing his keys on the tray with a clattering sound. "Don't drool on them."
Uruha blushed and swallowed, realising he'd completely forgotten to do so in the commotion. Ruki gave a laugh and took a seat at the table. "Did you finally figure out a trick to not forgetting where you put your keys?" Kai flipped him off, taking a seat opposite him and grabbing a sheet of paper.
"Save your teasing for later."
"There's plenty to go around." Before Kai could get a remark in, Ruki clicked his pen, drawing something on his paper. "I have a few ideas for our new look already, or at least a theme."
Uruha had been curious what type of meeting they would have that he didn't need to be fully present for. He had ideas for their next visual, naturally, but he'd already pitched a few of them to Reita, so he had no objections to them starting without him. They'd need to have a meeting with their stylists later, anyway, and there was plenty of time for them to have another meeting before then. Uruha could, in good conscience, zone out and just enjoy the sensations coursing through his body.
Every once in a while, someone would look over at him, and Uruha would shudder under their gaze. With his legs cuffed, his arms tied at his sides, and the pen in his mouth, he was entirely at their mercy. He was nothing but an object for their amusement, with two very important tasks. Don't drop the pen, and don't lose the keys.
The latter was the easiest. The tray was wide and the edges raised enough that something as small as a keychain wouldn't simply slide off. Short of bending over, there wasn't much Uruha could really do to fuck that up. The pen, however, was getting kind of slippery by now, and he tipped his head back to readjust his hold, using gravity to help him.
A surprised gasp made him almost lose the damn thing when the toy in his ass vibrated faster, and he looked over at the table to see Reita setting the remote down in the middle. For a moment, everyone watched him squirm, amused looks on their faces, and the cage around his dick felt too tight for comfort. Then they went back to their discussion as though nothing had happened, and Uruha whined out a quiet moan, carefully bucking his hips.
The vibrator was buzzing mercilessly against his prostate, and while Uruha normally appreciated the design, right then, he really wished it wouldn't. No amount of squirming helped, he was doomed to get hornier and hornier as the stimulation continued, without being able to get physically hard. His dick was trapped, and every time it tried to expand, it hurt, keeping him on that delicious edge between pleasure and pain.
He wasn't sure who did it or how long passed, but eventually the toy was switched off, and he almost missed it. The pressure was still present, of course, and shortly after, Reita excused himself and got up, passing Uruha on his way to the bathroom. He glanced down at him, calculating, and Uruha resisted the urge to look away, though he was certain he must look a mess by now.
"Good boy." Reita petted him gently, ruffling his hair before heading to the bathroom, leaving Uruha to squirm. The others were deep in conversation, ignoring him completely, discussing materials or seams or something, Uruha wasn't sure. It was already hard to pay attention, but Aoi grabbed the remote again, and Uruha's thoughts melted away as the toy started vibrating again.
When Reita returned from the bathroom, he'd brought another mug, and Uruha shook his head desperately when he grabbed the pot off the table. Reita raised an eyebrow at him, but filled the mug nonetheless, undeterred by Uruha's pleading whines. "What's the matter, I thought you liked coffee? I remembered you didn't have any earlier, and I wouldn't want you falling asleep during the meeting."
Uruha glared at him, but he didn't say anything when Reita took the pen, holding the cup to his lips and tipping it slowly. The coffee wasn't scaldingly hot anymore, and Uruha swallowed as much as he could, figuring he'd have to hold whatever was left by the end. Reita was tipping faster than he could drink, however, and some of it dripped down his throat, making him wince from the warmth.
"Whoops, my bad." Reita didn't look the least bit sorry, but he did set the mug down without filling it again, so Uruha supposed he should be grateful. He took the pen in his mouth again, finding a somewhat comfortable position while Reita returned to his seat, breath hitching in his throat when the vibrator was turned up yet again.
Part of him wished they would just abandon their meeting and fuck him instead. Bend him over the table, tease him with the plug until he was begging for it, take turns filling his ass while he was powerless to do anything but take it. Sure, he made decent furniture, but he made an even better sex toy, and he couldn't wait to be thoroughly used for a much better purpose than just watching Kai's keys and providing an occasional distraction from work.
As if on cue, Kai stretched his arms above his head, groaning tiredly. "I'm ready for a break. Anyone else?"
"Definitely. Reita's new table is making it kind of hard to concentrate." Aoi licked his lips, meeting Uruha's gaze with a wink.
"Not hard enough, if you ask me. But that could be fixed." Reita gestured towards him, and Aoi pretended to be shocked.
"No way, can I? You haven't even tested it out yourself, yet."
"Be my guest." Uruha's chest fluttered at the way Reita offered him up, and when Aoi got up from his chair and started walking towards him, he spat out the pen, letting it clatter next to his coffee and the keys on the tray.
"Now now, were you allowed to drop that?" Aoi shook his head disapprovingly, picking up the mug and finishing it off, handing it to Ruki, who was sitting closest to them.
"Please," Uruha whispered, swallowing hard and looking pointedly at Aoi's crotch. "Let me pleasure you."
"Don't think tables are supposed to talk, y'know." Despite his taunting tone, Aoi thumbed open the button and pushed his zipper down, pulling his half-hard dick out of his underwear and stepping closer to Uruha, holding it to his lips. "Besides, I've got something way better for you to do with your mouth."
Before he'd finished his sentence, Uruha was sticking his tongue out, lapping at Aoi and moaning like a horny slut. With the weight of the table pulling down on his collar, he couldn't lean forwards too much, but he did his best to lick and kiss what he could reach, pleased when Aoi slowly swelled in size. His own dick twitched in its cage, probably envious, but he ignored it, suckling on Aoi's head and looking up at him with hazy eyes.
"Fuck, that's a good toy." Aoi buried one hand in Uruha's hair, the other gripping his dick and pushing it deeper into his mouth. "You want me hard real bad, huh?"
"He's probably hoping you'll fuck a different hole if he can just get you worked up enough."
Aoi laughed, gently rocking his hips a few times before pulling out, grinning when Uruha whined. "In that case, does anyone else want a turn?"
"Yes, please." Kai got up, taking Aoi's place in front of Uruha and pushing his pants down to his thighs. He slapped Uruha's cheek lightly, shoving his dick past his lips and gripping his hair. "Suck."
Uruha hummed, taking him deeper and hollowing his cheeks, bobbing his head slowly. Finally he could do something he was good at, and he slurped eagerly, doing his best to please Kai with how limited his movement was. Just when he thought he'd found a good rhythm, the damn toy inside him started pulsing, and his eyes closed as he struggled not to just grind his hips against it.
Another slap to his cheek got his attention. "Did I say you could stop?" Uruha shook his head weakly, going back to gliding his lips over Kai's dick, though his thighs were trembling and his fingers were clenching around the ropes. He matched the rhythm of his sucking to the vibrator, imagining he was being fucked from both ends, the stimulation almost too much considering he was still locked in that cursed cage.
"That's enough," Kai said, pulling him off his dick by his hair, and Uruha gasped for breath. "And I think I'll take these, too, before you get them all nasty." He took his keys, shoving them into his pocket and pulling his pants up. "Anyone else?"
Ruki was already up, and he gripped Uruha's chin, stroking his thumb across his lower lip and dipping it just inside his mouth. "You were such a good table, but now you're starting to slip. Don't you want to make your master proud?" Uruha nodded eagerly, sucking gently on Ruki's thumb, shifting closer as much as he could. "You better be a good piece of furniture, or we'll have to discipline you."
Uruha had a feeling they were going to, anyway, but he didn't protest. When Ruki tipped his chin up and stepped closer, holding his dick right in front of his face and stroking it slowly, Uruha just sucked on his balls instead, trying to stay still while doing a good job of pleasuring him. He licked and sucked at Ruki's soft sac, nearly going cross-eyed watching him jerk off, barely missing a beat this time when the vibrator's intensity went up yet again.
Before he had time to truly settle into a rhythm, Ruki stepped back again, and Uruha could do nothing but try to catch his breath while his eyes scanned the room for Reita. Surely, he wouldn't deny Uruha the pleasure of getting to suck his dick, too, even if it was just for a while? He needed something in his mouth to muffle his moans, anyway, and nobody was giving him the damn pen back.
"I love how lost you look without a dick filling you," came a familiar voice, and Uruha barely had time to part his lips again, taking Reita deep and squirming in his spot. "Not to mention how you almost wag like a puppy when you're being used. You like being useful, don't you?"
Uruha answered by bobbing his head, sucking Reita's dick eagerly. He glanced up, meeting his gaze briefly before he fluttered his eyes shut, concentrating on moving his head without losing his balance. He was sure he must be leaking out of his cage, but he didn't care. Being denied orgasm was just the cherry on top when he got to suck dick selflessly like this.
"Slut," Reita groaned, and Uruha shuddered in response, taking him as deep as he could to muffle his shameful moans. He didn't try to conceal his whine when Reita pulled away, as embarrassing as it was, he didn't want him to stop just yet. "So demanding. You haven't forgotten who's in charge, have you?"
At that, Uruha looked down, not wanting to give Reita the wrong idea. He was still perfectly content taking orders, even if he was a brat about it sometimes. It was worth it when it earned him more teasing, and he couldn't help the flutter in his chest when Reita gripped his throat, helping him up so he was no longer resting on his calves, back straight and head high to compensate for the pull of the tray.
Reita held the pen up, making sure Uruha noticed it, giving him a stern look. "Don't drop it this time, you hear me?" But instead of placing it in his mouth like Uruha expected, he tipped his head back and held it completely still, balancing the pen on the bridge of his nose precariously. Uruha barely dared breathe, didn't even grumble at the fact that the toy was still buzzing inside his ass, making it impossible to stay completely still.
It took every ounce of his concentration to keep his face level, and drops of sweat rolled down his face, as though taunting him with the fact that he couldn't wipe them away. The pen took up most of his vision, and he didn't even notice Aoi crouching down in front of him, not until the chain between his nipples was being pulled taut, tugging at his piercings.
"Better stay still, toy." Aoi sounded so pleased with himself, and Uruha would have huffed if he could have. The harder Aoi pulled, the more he had to resist, and his chest stung with delicious pain. Still, the pen didn't fall, and Uruha was ridiculously proud of himself for managing to balance it so long. Even when Aoi let up on the pressure, he balanced it out in time, jerking back slightly, but not enough to throw him off.
That was, until a weight on his collar forced him to lean forwards, the pen clattering to the floor and rolling away almost mockingly. Ruki was standing with one foot on the tray, sneering down at him. "Look what you've done now, you've disappointed your master."
Uruha wanted to apologise, but Aoi's hand closed around his balls, and all he got out was a gasp. "Sounds like a punishment is in order," Aoi whispered, tightening his grip until it hurt, and Uruha whimpered pathetically. He barely noticed Reita grabbing the remote from the table, but he did notice the toy pulsing faster inside him, jerking his hips into motion, causing a chain reaction when Aoi's hand tugged on his balls.
He whispered a curse, but he wasn't quiet enough, and he gritted his teeth when Kai pulled on his hair, forcing him to look up. "No talking, remember?" Kai held his head in place, and Uruha could do nothing but wiggle uselessly, sobbing when his balls were given a few hard smacks. "It's almost like you want to be punished."
Uruha was certain his cheeks must be burning by now, because Kai had a point, though he wouldn't admit it. Aoi gently tugging on his dick piercing didn't diminish his arousal, and as much as he liked his cage, he wished it would evaporate out of existence right then. His hips rocked between the plug in his ass and Aoi's groping touches, wanting more of both, of everything.
He could no longer suppress his moans when a sharp kick to his ass made him jerk forwards. Fortunately he was caught between a rock and a hard place, and he couldn't fall with how tightly Kai was gripping his hair, but the momentum threw him off his balance, and he hissed at the pain in his scalp when he was held up again. "You're pretty useless at this point, you know."
He wanted to argue and remind Ruki that he still had plenty of other uses besides being a table, but he was kicked again, and he quickly shut his mouth. "This is just in the way now," Aoi said and loosened the rope connected to the tray, removing it quickly and setting it aside. Uruha was panting harshly by now, and he almost choked on his own tongue when a foot connected with his balls.
Another kick wrenched a strained cry from his throat, and he tried to move away, lower his hips, only for a pair of hands to grip his harness and pull him back up. With his knees spread, his arms tied to his sides, and several strong arms holding him still, there was nothing Uruha could do but sob as Ruki lightly kicked his crotch again. It didn't take much for it to hurt, and while Ruki was being careful, it stung like a bitch, bringing tears to Uruha's eyes, and he tried in vain to blink them away.
"At least it still makes for good entertainment," Aoi said, leaning against the table, and his boner was obvious even through the tears in Uruha's vision. He was well past the point of coherency by now, all he managed was the occasional whimper when pain shot up through his body from his crotch.
"It's a terrible table, though." Kai yanked Uruha's head back further, and the collar tightened around his throat, almost choking him. "Can't even do something as simple as hold a pen without fucking up."
"Let's see if this is any easier." Ruki took the chain connected to Uruha's nipples and lifted it to his lips, and Uruha barely had the presence of mind to open his mouth, taking it between his teeth. "Think you can hang on to that?" Uruha nodded, regretting it a moment later when he tugged on his own piercings, though the laughs it earned him from the others made it worth it.
"Don't know if he's learned his lesson yet, though. He's quite the masochist." Aoi pushed off from the table. "Reita, mind if I borrow one of your floggers?"
"Not at all."
"Sweet, bend him over something?" Aoi left, and Uruha was pulled to his feet, the cuffs around his ankles unchained so he could walk. He was half pushed, half pulled over to the couch, and he struggled as best he could, but there was nothing he could do against three strong men, not with his arms tied and the chain in his mouth painfully tugging on his piercings as he walked.
He was bent over the back of the couch, and he buried his face in the pillows, not caring that he was probably rubbing sweat and drool into the fabric. It muffled his disappointed whine when the plug was removed from his ass, leaving him twitching and gaping, embarrassment almost consuming him. "No, you can dwell on how empty you feel for a bit."
Hands moved over his thighs, over his ass, between his legs, further intensifying the objectification, and Uruha leaned into it, figuratively. He didn't have any leverage to push either one way or the other, but that was honestly part of what he loved. He was a thing, a decoration, a toy for others' amusement, and it was getting so, so hard to keep from just moaning constantly, especially when his balls were squeezed again. He tried closing his thighs, but they were pried apart, and the cold air against his heated skin made him feel exposed, dirty, used.
Then the bodies moved away again, and Uruha knew what came next, taking a deep breath to calm himself before the first hit came. The tails of a flogger snapped against his ass, and he grunted quietly, turning his head to make it easier to breathe. His vision was unfocused, his face wet from tears streaking down his cheeks, but he was too far gone to pay attention to his surroundings, anyway.
Another sharp hit, and he winced softly. "Will you make an effort to do better next time?" He nodded, unable to form words, but nobody held it against him. His skin stung whenever the flogger was brought down on it, the pain fading to a dull throb before it was ignited anew. Aoi was good with rhythm, Uruha knew that already, and he would happily let him flog him for hours, just lying there and panting, letting the waves of pain spread through his body, ending in his dick.
He knew he was leaking, and the added shame of knowing his arousal was so blatant only made it all worse. He was frighteningly close to begging for an orgasm, but he knew he'd probably have to wait until last. His purpose was to serve, after all, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Even as horny as he was, bent over the couch, taking hit after hit of a flogger, he would be patient.
He vaguely registered someone saying something about lube, but the words were drowned out by his own moans. He figured something was about to happen when the hits stopped coming, and he strained to look over his shoulder to see what was happening. Reita was moving behind him, his dick in one hand, the other delivering a sharp smack to Uruha's ass before gripping it tightly.
The vibrator had kept him loose enough that Reita could push in without resistance, and Uruha moaned shakily, spreading his legs wider. He always loved being taken in such a way, and when Reita grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, Uruha shuddered at the sight of the others scattered in various armchairs, watching him hungrily, stroking their dicks.
"Aware enough to notice the audience, are you?" Uruha gave a sound of acknowledgement, and Reita chuckled. "Yeah, I know you love being seen for the whore you are, so don't worry, they'll watch you fall apart in my arms, reduced to nothing but moans and pleas by the time I'm done with you." Reita pulled his hips back, shoving back in hard enough that the couch creaked, and Uruha wasn't sure he'd even last that long.
Fortunately, he'd managed to get Reita worked up enough with his mouth earlier that he was in the same boat. As much as Uruha loved being fucked until his bones turned to jelly and his brain to mush, he was so aroused by now, it hurt. His dick kept swelling, pushing against the cage, as though trying to break it through sheer force alone. The result was an almost constant throb of pain, coupled with the occasional spike when his head jerked enough to yank on his piercings. Part of him wanted to spit out the damn chain, but he clamped his teeth down tight, pushing through and focusing on how good Reita felt inside him.
Reita's cock filled him just right, spreading him open and reaching deep inside him with every thrust. His body rocked back and forth, the hands in his hair and on his hip keeping him from losing his balance and toppling over. Reita was moaning above him, and the familiar sound of his deep, husky voice was both arousing and comforting at the same time.
He noticed the shift in Reita's pace when he got close, clenching around him and smiling at the way he groaned in response. Reita buried himself to the hilt inside him when he came, grinding against his ass and filling him with his cum, nails digging into his skin and probably leaving marks. Almost too quickly, the moment ended, Reita leaving him with a slap to his ass and a grin that Uruha missed, leaning over the couch again with nobody to hold him up.
Kai was the one who pulled him to his feet, walking him a few steps to the side and spinning him around, shoving him down on the couch with his ass hanging over the armrest. He was nice enough to place a cushion under Uruha's head, patting his cheek before gripping his legs, slinging them over his shoulders. "You can take more, can't you?"
A shift of his head was all Uruha managed, but Kai understood, grinning while he got his pants out of the way for the second time. "You really love being used, such a good slut. Still wet from Reita's cum, but you want more, so greedy." He held the head of his cock to Uruha's rim, pushing against it, but not inside. "What do you say, guys? Does he deserve it?"
Aoi hummed thoughtfully, and Ruki just grinned. Both of them were touching themselves, and Uruha nearly drooled at the sight of their hard cocks. If only he could pleasure them all at the same time. "He did take his punishment well, he might have earned it."
"Besides, it's not like he can cum, anyway," Ruki added, his grin widening, and Uruha whined quietly, looking up at Kai.
"You better be grateful for all you're getting, slut," he whispered, gripping Uruha's thighs and starting to push inside, lips parting around a deep moan. "Fuck, you're practically dripping." Uruha moaned as well, grateful for Kai's firm grip holding his legs up, because he was close to collapsing by now. Reita returned with a bottle of water, but Uruha barely noticed, too busy trying to keep the chain in his mouth without choking on it while Kai thrust into him over and over.
And sure, Uruha was slick from Reita's cum and panting from exhaustion, but he was loving every second. Even though his dick was protesting the constant pleasure with no relief from the cage, he just moaned, enjoying every second of Kai using him. Even Kai gripping his balls and pressing hard just made him tense a little, just enough to tighten up and draw more pleasured noises out of the both of them.
Kai fucked him hard for a little more, until his rhythm faltered and he just rocked his hips slowly, adding his cum to the mess Reita had left in him just earlier. He caught his breath before he pulled out, watching a trail of cum drip down Uruha's crack, humming in satisfaction and letting go of his legs.
The second he moved out of the way, Aoi and Ruki squeezed in between Uruha's legs, both of them obviously close to orgasm. Uruha pouted, though he wasn't sure it worked with the chain still in his mouth, because they looked too far gone to really fuck him. He turned out to be right about that, because Aoi pushed about halfway into him and groaned, biting into his calf as he came inside him. Uruha couldn't even be upset, not when Aoi had clearly struggled to hold back as long as he did, panting shakily as he rode out his orgasm with shallow thrusts.
"Move," Ruki grunted out, nudging Aoi and gripping the base of his dick. He looked like he was barely keeping it together, but he did manage to glance up at Uruha, chuckling at the sight of him. "You should really see yourself." His voice was strained, and he pushed into him slowly, groaning as his ass enveloped him, gripping his dick despite how stretched and wet it was.
He didn't say anything further, grabbing the ropes around Uruha's waist and using them as leverage to thrust hard into him a few times, fucking the others' and eventually his own cum deep into him. Uruha allowed himself to feel a spark of pride at how much he affected them, glad he could inspire such lust in his otherwise so composed friends. Ruki almost stumbled when he pulled out and stepped back, and Uruha hummed at how full he was, cum leaking down his ass and thighs when he lowered his legs to the floor again.
Reita, having had enough time to recover, set down a small box on the low table that made Uruha's heart skip a beat. "You might want to get comfortable," he said, and Uruha nodded, rolling carefully off the couch and getting to his feet. He sat down properly, deciding he was done keeping the chain in his mouth and letting it drop to his chest, leaning back and closing his eyes while Reita got set up.
He could barely contain his excitement when Reita carefully unlocked his cage, removing it and setting it on the table, trailing his fingers over Uruha's quickly hardening dick. "Think you've earned your reward yet?" Uruha nodded gently, but Reita was having none of it, hooking his finger into one of the rings of Uruha's collar, pulling it tight and catching his blurry gaze. "Answer me."
"Please, Sir." Uruha cleared his throat, his voice was a little too rough, and he didn't want to disappoint Reita when he was so close to getting what he wanted. "Please, I've been good, may I have my reward?"
"I don't know, you weren't that good. In fact, you were pretty bad up until the point where we did all the work for you." Reita leaned in to bite Uruha's neck, who tipped his head to the side in a gesture of surrender.
"I promise I'll do better next time, Sir."
Reita's soft chuckle sent a shiver down Uruha's spine. "Somehow, I doubt that, but I'll be generous." He had to move back to reach the table, and Uruha drew a deep breath, watching Reita grab a sounding rod and a pack of sterile lube. His dick was hard already, and when Reita took it in his hand, it practically throbbed, oozing enough precum that Uruha wondered if the lube was even necessary.
The sound slipped into his slit with ease, Reita's deft fingers working it into him with practiced movements, fucking it in and out and going slightly deeper each time. The sensations were almost too much after all the stimulation he'd been subjected to that day, and he bit his lip with a soft whimper, watching the metal disappear inside his hole. Once it was all the way in, Reita dragged his hand agonisingly slow up the length of his dick, and Uruha sobbed softly.
"Please, Sir, fuck, feels so good, please, please, wanna cum," he begged, over and over, and he would have bucked his hips if he could just move at all. Reita laughed at his pathetic mewling, and the blush on his cheeks grew deeper, his dick twitching at the sound.
"You think I'll let you cum?" He raised an eyebrow at Uruha, letting his hand glide back down to settle at the base of his dick.
"Please, Sir?" Uruha gave his best attempt at puppy eyes, though with how thoroughly fucked out he felt, it was probably closer to bedroom eyes than anything else.
"But what if I like seeing you suffer?" Silly question, really, Uruha already knew that to be true. Still, he held out hope that maybe, just maybe, he liked seeing Uruha lost in pleasure even more.
"Can't you do both, Sir?" Uruha pushed up against him, whining when Reita took his hands off him entirely. Only when he relaxed again did Reita continue, though still at the same infuriating pace.
"You're so demanding." Pinching the rod between his fingers, Reita pulled it up and pushed back down again, fucking Uruha's dick with it. "Let me consider it."
Uruha's brows furrowed, and he groaned in frustration, trying his hardest to stay still and not just cum regardless of whether or not he had permission. "Please."
Reita dragged it out even longer, humming like he was deep in thought, and when Uruha thought he might cry, he finally spoke. "Fine, cum." Just like he'd promised, he managed to mix relief and suffering at the same time, letting go at just the right time to watch Uruha's dick strain against nothing but air, twitching and tensing while Uruha choked down a cry.
"Good boy," Reita whispered when Uruha stopped sobbing, pulling the sounding rod out carefully and setting it on a towel on the table for later cleaning. He sat down next to him on the couch and slung an arm around his shoulders, kissing his sweaty temple and whispering sweet nothings. Ruki undid the various knots and harnesses Uruha was wearing, until he was sitting on the couch in nothing but his collar, a blanket draped over him and warm bodies pressed against all sides.
It didn't take long before the dopamine rush faded and he noticed the constant pressure of his bladder. "I think I need the toilet."
"Yeah, not surprised. You drank almost a full mug of coffee earlier, and most of your cum probably went back inside." Reita took Uruha's hand and helped him slowly make his way to the bathroom.
"Both of which are your fault," Uruha said and gripped his sore dick, wincing softly as he started pissing.
Reita leaned against the sink, crossing his arms over his chest and watching with a smile. "What, are you complaining?"
"Not at all, I enjoyed myself. Thank you." Uruha shook his dick and flushed the toilet, nudging Reita aside so he could wash his hands. "So, am I really that bad of a table?"
"Holding things still was your weak point, but I'd rate you a ten out of ten for entertainment value."