Kinktober 2022 (days 18-?)
Title: Kinktober 2022
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: various, check each listing
Genre: PWP
Rating: 18+
Warnings: feminisation, humiliation, objectification, oral sex, shoe fetish, marks, CBT, bondage, gags, painplay, vomit, masturbation
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: various
Comment: A collection of ficlets for Kinktober 2022, listed by pairing and prompt. Tags will be updated as I go. Can also be read on AO3 for easier sorting. See my twitter for prompt list and more info. Please excuse any mistakes, as I'm posting these on the same day I'm writing them without proofreading.
Here you'll find days 18-? of the prompt fills.
Day 18: Bimbofication, Ruki/Reita
Note: If you want to look it up, the shoes referenced in this fic are the Pleaser Adore-724F sandals in baby pink
Reita scanned the message he'd received from Ruki one last time, making sure he hadn't missed any other hints or clues other than the obvious one. He was already getting in the necessary headspace, which meant the risk of something going over his head was steadily increasing, even though he knew the secret code well by now.
Meet me in the garage, I have a gift for you. Wear lipgloss.
He stopped on the way to check himself out in the hallway mirror, fluffing his hair a little, making sure his oversized hoop earrings stood out just right. His lips matched the custom made pink leather choker around his throat, rhinestone letters spelling out 'BIMBO', getting him in the right mood. He blew himself a kiss, adjusting his mini dress so the skirt rode up so far it would be considered obscene if he were actually going out.
He knew why Ruki wanted him in the garage, however, and it wasn't because they were driving anywhere.
“Someone mentioned a gift?” He slipped through the door with a playful smile, finding Ruki leaning against the side of his Cadillac, a big box on the hood. When he spotted him, Ruki's lips curled in an approving grin, and Reita did a little twirl for him, showing off his outfit. “Do you like it?”
The dress was new, this was Ruki's first time seeing it, and his gaze lingered on Reita's cleavage momentarily, before dropping lower, admiring his thighs. “It's perfect, like you read my mind. One thing is missing, though, you should come unwrap your present.”
Reita raised an eyebrow, not sure if he dared hope for what Ruki was hinting at, though he hurried over to start tearing the wrapping on the box, fighting with the bow to get it off. He squeaked when his ass was groped, turning to pout at Ruki, who was pretending not to know anything about the hand splayed over the bottom of the dress. Reita might have said something if he hadn't recognised the logo on the box, because now he ripped the remaining paper right off, pulling the lid off the box and gasping at what he found inside.
“No way, you really got me the Adore sandals I wanted?” Reita carefully lifted the pair of baby pink Pleasers out, holding them up and turning them around, practically giddy just at the thought of wearing them. One of the many benefits to having a boyfriend with a foot fetish was that he could browse shoe stores in bed and not only get ravaged when he was found out, but also apparently receive the very pair he'd been drooling over just a week later. “How may I thank you?” He turned and wrapped one arm around Ruki's neck, leaning in to kiss his cheek, whispering sultrily in his ear the word he knew would set him off. “Daddy.”
Ruki hummed, gripping Reita's hair and pulling his head back, eyes drawn to his lips. “You can start by hopping up on the hood so I can help you get them on.” Reita nodded quickly, sitting up on his car and crossing one leg over the other, holding out one of the shoes eagerly. He practically moaned when Ruki pulled down the zipper and grabbed Reita's foot, sliding it into the sandal and making sure to fasten it properly. “How does it feel?”
“Perfect.” Reita wasn't at all surprised that Ruki had nailed his shoe size right on the head, besides, he was too busy waving his foot in the air, appreciating the view. The slope of the arch gave his foot a feminine curve, further accentuated by the marabou feathers, somehow both cute and sexy at the same time. His cheeks were probably heating up, but he liked it too much to care about how he might be perceived by anyone else. The only opinion that mattered was his own, although it was nice that Ruki seemed pleased as well.
Once both shoes were on, Ruki took a step back, devouring Reita with his wandering gaze. “They suit you really well.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Reita blew him a kiss, crossing his legs and giggling when Ruki's focus shifted, eyes travelling down to his feet again. He stretched his leg, pressing the bottom of his shoe against the growing bulge at the front of Ruki's trousers, cocking his head to the side and putting on a coquettish smile. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
“About how I should really buy you some lip fillers soon.” Ruki's husky voice sent a shiver down Reita's spine, but he kept up the ditzy act, pretending not to know what he was inferring.
“Why are you thinking about my lips?” He reached up to tap his lower lip with two fingers, pulling down on it, getting sticky lipgloss on his chin.
“Get down, I'll show you.”
Reita hopped off the car in an instant, squatting down and leaning back against the grill, trying to get somewhat comfortable on the seven inch platform heels. He giggled playfully when Ruki undid his belt, looking up at him through heavy eyelashes. “What does your belt have to do with my lips, silly?”
“You asked earlier how you could thank me, remember? Say 'ahh'.” Reita opened his mouth, barely getting a sound out before Ruki's cock pushed past his lips, his hand finding its way into his hair again. Reita tried to speak, but Ruki wasn't having it, he gave a hard thrust of his hips, effectively shutting him up. “Ah-ah, you should know by now, pretty things like you aren't conversational partners. I buy you nice things, your job is to look pretty and gag on my cock like a good little bimbo.”
Reita moaned around Ruki's dick, resting his hands on his thighs, doing nothing to stop the drool spilling over and dripping down his chin. He knew Ruki loved making his makeup run, loved ruining him, turning him into a spit-soaked, cheap-looking whore. His throat seized up when Ruki slammed his cock against it, but he didn't pull away, just blinked a couple of times and shuddered at the thought of how he must look.
“Your eyes are fluttering in that empty, cum-soaked skull of yours, I know you love being objectified like this.” Ruki said it so casually, like he hadn't just made Reita's dick twitch in the lace thong he wore, probably about to spill out of it. He was right, however, and Reita whined quietly, embarrassed that he was pointing it out, but also grateful that he knew, that it didn't need to be stated. Mostly because he couldn't form a single word right then.
“Cockbrained little slut.” Ruki's voice was more hoarse now, and he was fucking Reita's face properly, rocking his hips and holding him still by the grip on his hair. “It's a good thing you like it rough, 'cause I can't control myself when you whimper like that. Makes me wanna bend you over this car and pull your panties down, fuck you til you scream so loud the neighbours come to check what's going on.”
Reita shuddered, moaning to let him know how much he wanted it, too, his heart beating faster at the way Ruki snorted. “They'd take one look at you and leave. You look like you're asking for it in that tight, tiny excuse for a dress, the jewellery, the stripper heels. Everyone knows you're a fuckdoll, completely incapable of saying no, if you even wanted to.”
He whined around the cock in his mouth, trying to squeeze his thighs together, turned on past the point of coherency. He didn't bother trying to hang on to his thoughts, he just let himself become empty, his gaze turn vacant, focusing on the pleasure coursing through his body and the salty taste of precum at the back of his mouth.
“Swallow, bitch.” Ruki slapped him a couple of times, grinding against his lips and groaning when Reita hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder. “That's it, maybe if you're good, Daddy will buy you a pair of big, plastic tits to fill out that dress of yours.”
Reita somehow came before Ruki, imagining waking up from surgery with giant pornstar boobs and dicksucker lips poutier than Uruha's, forever doomed to be seen as an object first, person second. The thought was terrifying and alluring at the same time, and even though it would ruin his life forever, it still made his dick throb between his legs, shooting cum into the bottom of his dress despite the lack of direct stimulation.
His trembling moans and wet mouth set Ruki off, and he shoved his cock as deep as it would go, filling Reita's mouth with cum and making him cough. It oozed out around his cock, dripping down his balls, and Reita felt deliciously gross. When Ruki pulled out, he pursed his lips and gargled the remnants of his cum, smearing it over his lips with two fingers and watching Ruki's face, the way he groaned even though he'd just came.
“You really want me to fold you in half and take you, huh?”
Reita stuck his fingers into his mouth briefly, taking them all the way and choking, coughing around them, but not pulling them out. He thrust them deeply for a bit, pushing his lips together to form an 'o', and when he finally let them slip all the way out, a string of saliva and cum hung in the air, only broken when he spoke. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
He yelped when he was pulled to his feet and turned around, pushed against the car, Ruki draping himself over his back and groaning in his ear, gripping his hips tightly. “Don't worry, my sweet, dumb blonde. Daddy's gonna show you.”
Day 19: Marking, Reita
“Good morning.” Reita walked into the studio and nodded to the others, going over to his corner and getting set up for rehearsal. It didn't take long before he noticed several pairs of eyes on him, the room going unusually quiet, and he stifled a smile, pretending not to notice the scrutiny.
Kai was the one to finally walk over, leaning in to whisper discreetly, staring at the wall, cheeks faintly red. “Um, you've got a little something on your neck, not that it's any of my business.”
“Oh, I do?” Reita acted surprised, going over to check himself out in the mirror, pulling down the collar of his shirt and studying his throat, shoulder, clavicle. Kai had been generous when he said 'a little', because Reita's skin was a mess of bite marks, hickeys, and marks in the shape of fingers. There was hardly an unblemished spot between his jawline and his collar, and he bit his lip, trying to seem surprised. “Wow, I guess you're right. I'm sorry, this is totally indecent of me.”
When he looked over at Kai, he was still avoiding eye contact, stuttering when he spoke, though he quickly masked it with a smile. “No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I just hope you're doing okay, privately, I mean.”
Did he think Reita was being abused? Reita grinned, looking down in the hopes that would make him seem embarrassed. “I'm fine, I promise, I didn't mean to make you worry.” He was more than fine, in fact, and he quickly went to pick up his bass, slinging the strap over his neck and letting it hang in front of his crotch, conveniently hiding it from view. He still felt the curious gazes of his bandmates on his skin, and he wondered if they were imagining how those marks had been caused, and who had left them there.
“Are you sure?” Kai nodded down at his hands, currently plucking the strings of his bass to warm up. There were distinct red rings around his wrists, and anyone who looked closely would be able to identify them as rope marks. “Reita, if you need to talk, we're here for you.”
The concern in his voice was touching, but also arousing, and Reita nodded, not trusting himself not to moan if he opened his mouth. Ruki, Aoi, and Uruha were now all studying his wrists, looking him over, probably checking for any other blemishes. He shot them all reassuring smiles. “Thank you, but you really don't have to protect me. None of this was done against my will.” His face was a little warm now, his stomach fluttering with embarrassment and arousal, only made worse when understanding flashed over his friends' faces and they quickly turned away, busying themselves with their own preparations.
It was tempting to call for a bathroom break even though they hadn't actually started yet, but it would be too suspicious. As much as he wanted to sneak off and touch himself, masturbate to the reactions, knowing his friends were thinking about what had been done to him the night before, he would deal with the boner for now. He already felt so dirty admitting to them that he'd been tied up, bitten, choked, had his neck sucked on, that was enough for one day.
If he essentially declared to the entire band that he got off to them being made aware of his nightly escapades, they might avoid looking at him altogether, and that would be a damn shame. So he connected his equipment, checked the settings, and tried not to subconsciously rub at his sore wrists while he waited for the others to stop being too flustered to rehearse.
Day 20: Cock and Ball Torture, Aoi/Reita
Reita was already nervous just watching Aoi pull on a pair of disposable plastic gloves, but who wouldn't be, tied up with their legs spread wide, gagged and helpless, knowing what came next? Aoi set down a bowl of habanero peppers on the bed, and Reita shuddered at the sight of them, stomach tying itself in metaphorical knots at the thought of how much this was about to hurt.
“Don't go soft on me, now.” Aoi reached over and started stroking Reita's dick absently, taking one of the peppers in his other hand and holding it by the stem, twirling it in the air. He smiled down at Reita, but his eyes had a wicked look to them, trailing down his naked body until they reached his crotch. “At least not yet.”
There was nothing Reita could do to close his legs or turn away, he was tied down securely, and when Aoi moved his hand and ran the habanero down the shaft of his dick, he could only whimper in futile protest. After a few seconds, a warm, tingly sensation spread along his skin, slowly warping into prickling, then burning discomfort. The side Aoi had touched with the pepper stung, contrasting starkly against the opposite side, which felt fine, at least so far. Aoi shifted closer, sitting between Reita's spread legs and running the pepper, or torture device, up along the other side.
Instead of pausing when he reached the head, he circled the pepper around it, drawing a spiral toward the slit of Reita's dick. Once he realised what Aoi was doing, he started whining through the gag, giving his best begging eyes and shaking his head at him. Aoi knew not to take him seriously, however, and he rubbed the pepper over the tip, grinning when Reita's sounds picked up in volume and pitch.
His dick was heating up uncomfortably, and he would have reached down to grab it if it weren't for the rope keeping his arms stretched above him, securely fastened to the headboard. Ultimately, it would have been temporary relief, Reita knew from experience that rubbing the skin would only make everything worse. The pain was starting to become so intense he couldn't think, and he hadn't even noticed Aoi grabbing his balls, pulling them away from his body and stretching the skin taut, not until the burning started spreading there.
He was breathing rapidly now, legs trembling, trying to squirm away, but unable to move. Tears gathered in his eyes, and he wailed uselessly, hoping the noise would somehow help him take his mind off the pain. Aoi cocked his head at him, flicking his dick to get his attention. “Do you remember your safe signal?”
Reita nodded faintly. He knew he could end the torment and make Aoi soothe the pain if he wanted to, he just didn't need it. He was perfectly content sobbing hysterically and writhing as much as the ropes allowed, his junk burning like he'd been stung by a swarm of bees. Even when Aoi grabbed a second pepper, rubbing one into his ballsack and holding the other in his fist while he jerked him off, Reita didn't do anything to actually stop him.
“You seriously like this?” As if he didn't already know. Aoi curled his lip into a disgusted sneer, though Reita could tell he was hard, even through the tears filling his vision and soaking the pillow under his head. “Filthy fucking painslut. Maybe I should grind one of these into paste and shove it into your pisshole, so it burns when you cum, too.”
Reita would have considered it, if he weren't too busy screaming. The pain was reaching a point where it felt impossible to take, his dick and balls throbbing, aching, so sensitive, he tried to pull away from Aoi's touch. Even when he put the peppers aside and fluttered his fingers lightly along the base, Reita still cried protestingly, shaking his head and trying to articulate 'please' around the gag between his teeth.
Aoi responded by smacking his balls lightly with the back of his hand and laughing when he choked on his own anguished shriek.
Day 21: Emetophilia, Uruha/Reita
Reita was finishing up at the urinals when the door flew open, and he turned to see Uruha making a mad dash to one of the stalls, covering his mouth with one hand and using the other to lift up the toilet seat. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on, and Reita went rigid, anticipation bubbling inside him when he heard Uruha gasp for breath, swallowing repeatedly.
He washed up and slipped into the stall, closing the door and latching it shut, turning to rub one hand over Uruha's back soothingly. Uruha groaned, spitting the drool dripping from his mouth into the toilet bowl and looking back at Reita. “Maybe there's such a thing as too much alcohol.”
“Aoi has kept up with you all night, I don't think the shots are the issue. Did you eat enough?”
Uruha pursed his lips in thought. “Not since we had that late lunch, I think. Maybe you're onto something.” He looked like he was going to say more, but his eyes widened suddenly, shoulders rising to his ears, and he quickly turned around and bent over the toilet, just in time. Wet bile sprayed from his mouth, and Reita stepped back to avoid getting caught in the splash zone, though it wasn't enough.
Just the sound of Uruha retching sent a jolt of arousal down his spine, blood rushing to his dick before he could think to look away. If Uruha didn't already know about his fetish, he would have found out anyway, because there was no way Reita could explain the involuntary moan that bubbled up his throat, the way his body went suddenly tense.
Uruha leaned one hand against the wall, remaining bent over while he waited for another wave. “You could at least, like, hold my hair up while you jerk off, you know.”
“I wasn't-” Reita's protest was cut short when Uruha grabbed him by the belt and pulled him closer, no room for argument in his tone.
“Aww, don't tell me you're gonna waste this opportunity just 'cause you're self-conscious.” Uruha tried to drunkenly undo Reita's fly with one hand, but he had to stop to puke, unable to concentrate on two things at the same time. Reita blushed at being so close, but he didn't step back this time, instead gathering Uruha's hair back and holding it with his left hand, reaching down to take his dick out with the other.
Reita had long given up on understanding why he reacted the way he did to vomiting. It wasn't like he was trying to find it arousing, not consciously, at least. He couldn't help it, every time he heard or saw someone puke, a wave of lust washed over him, all thoughts leaving his mind like a gust of wind blew them away. His dick throbbed in his hand, and he would have started stroking it, if Uruha hadn't grabbed his ass and forced him to push his hips out, leaning over ominously.
He really couldn't have eaten much, because all that left him when he retched this time was stomach acid and saliva, splashing Reita's dick and dripping down the sides into the toilet. Reita cursed and gripped Uruha's hair tighter than he probably should have, grinding his hips in thin air as though he could fuck the vomit coating his cock. Uruha giggled, spitting on the tip and turning his head to look up at him. “So gross, Reita, are you gonna cum?”
No coherent words left him when he tried to speak, and he really hoped nobody would enter the bathroom right then, because he couldn't keep his voice down if he'd tried. He moaned shakily, smearing Uruha's spit over his dick and using it as lube to jerk himself off with. Uruha gagged, making a face like he was intentionally trying to trigger the reflex, ignoring Reita's whimpers. The dry heaving noises made Reita shudder, the way his back tensed when he choked, fingers digging into his butt, spurring him on.
Uruha managed to push out one last round, emptying his stomach and Reita's balls at the same time, because the second his slimy puke spattered his dick, he started shooting. He didn't have the coordination to even aim, he just thrust his hips against his hand while he came so hard he almost lost his balance, looking more drunk than Uruha had earlier, despite only drinking Cola all night. His thighs trembled, his dick pulsed faintly, and he leaned against the wall, heaving for breath, while Uruha wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
“I'm glad my suffering wasn't all for nothing.” Uruha wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned in to kiss him, and Reita flinched at the sour taste of vomit mixed with tequila, but he couldn't pull away, trapped between the wall and a heavy, clumsy body. It was hard to breathe with Uruha's weight against his chest and his tongue rubbing against his, and he was honestly worried he might be sick, himself, but he couldn't bring himself to complain.
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: various, check each listing
Genre: PWP
Rating: 18+
Warnings: feminisation, humiliation, objectification, oral sex, shoe fetish, marks, CBT, bondage, gags, painplay, vomit, masturbation
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: various
Comment: A collection of ficlets for Kinktober 2022, listed by pairing and prompt. Tags will be updated as I go. Can also be read on AO3 for easier sorting. See my twitter for prompt list and more info. Please excuse any mistakes, as I'm posting these on the same day I'm writing them without proofreading.
Here you'll find days 18-? of the prompt fills.
Day 18: Bimbofication, Ruki/Reita
Note: If you want to look it up, the shoes referenced in this fic are the Pleaser Adore-724F sandals in baby pink
Reita scanned the message he'd received from Ruki one last time, making sure he hadn't missed any other hints or clues other than the obvious one. He was already getting in the necessary headspace, which meant the risk of something going over his head was steadily increasing, even though he knew the secret code well by now.
Meet me in the garage, I have a gift for you. Wear lipgloss.
He stopped on the way to check himself out in the hallway mirror, fluffing his hair a little, making sure his oversized hoop earrings stood out just right. His lips matched the custom made pink leather choker around his throat, rhinestone letters spelling out 'BIMBO', getting him in the right mood. He blew himself a kiss, adjusting his mini dress so the skirt rode up so far it would be considered obscene if he were actually going out.
He knew why Ruki wanted him in the garage, however, and it wasn't because they were driving anywhere.
“Someone mentioned a gift?” He slipped through the door with a playful smile, finding Ruki leaning against the side of his Cadillac, a big box on the hood. When he spotted him, Ruki's lips curled in an approving grin, and Reita did a little twirl for him, showing off his outfit. “Do you like it?”
The dress was new, this was Ruki's first time seeing it, and his gaze lingered on Reita's cleavage momentarily, before dropping lower, admiring his thighs. “It's perfect, like you read my mind. One thing is missing, though, you should come unwrap your present.”
Reita raised an eyebrow, not sure if he dared hope for what Ruki was hinting at, though he hurried over to start tearing the wrapping on the box, fighting with the bow to get it off. He squeaked when his ass was groped, turning to pout at Ruki, who was pretending not to know anything about the hand splayed over the bottom of the dress. Reita might have said something if he hadn't recognised the logo on the box, because now he ripped the remaining paper right off, pulling the lid off the box and gasping at what he found inside.
“No way, you really got me the Adore sandals I wanted?” Reita carefully lifted the pair of baby pink Pleasers out, holding them up and turning them around, practically giddy just at the thought of wearing them. One of the many benefits to having a boyfriend with a foot fetish was that he could browse shoe stores in bed and not only get ravaged when he was found out, but also apparently receive the very pair he'd been drooling over just a week later. “How may I thank you?” He turned and wrapped one arm around Ruki's neck, leaning in to kiss his cheek, whispering sultrily in his ear the word he knew would set him off. “Daddy.”
Ruki hummed, gripping Reita's hair and pulling his head back, eyes drawn to his lips. “You can start by hopping up on the hood so I can help you get them on.” Reita nodded quickly, sitting up on his car and crossing one leg over the other, holding out one of the shoes eagerly. He practically moaned when Ruki pulled down the zipper and grabbed Reita's foot, sliding it into the sandal and making sure to fasten it properly. “How does it feel?”
“Perfect.” Reita wasn't at all surprised that Ruki had nailed his shoe size right on the head, besides, he was too busy waving his foot in the air, appreciating the view. The slope of the arch gave his foot a feminine curve, further accentuated by the marabou feathers, somehow both cute and sexy at the same time. His cheeks were probably heating up, but he liked it too much to care about how he might be perceived by anyone else. The only opinion that mattered was his own, although it was nice that Ruki seemed pleased as well.
Once both shoes were on, Ruki took a step back, devouring Reita with his wandering gaze. “They suit you really well.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Reita blew him a kiss, crossing his legs and giggling when Ruki's focus shifted, eyes travelling down to his feet again. He stretched his leg, pressing the bottom of his shoe against the growing bulge at the front of Ruki's trousers, cocking his head to the side and putting on a coquettish smile. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
“About how I should really buy you some lip fillers soon.” Ruki's husky voice sent a shiver down Reita's spine, but he kept up the ditzy act, pretending not to know what he was inferring.
“Why are you thinking about my lips?” He reached up to tap his lower lip with two fingers, pulling down on it, getting sticky lipgloss on his chin.
“Get down, I'll show you.”
Reita hopped off the car in an instant, squatting down and leaning back against the grill, trying to get somewhat comfortable on the seven inch platform heels. He giggled playfully when Ruki undid his belt, looking up at him through heavy eyelashes. “What does your belt have to do with my lips, silly?”
“You asked earlier how you could thank me, remember? Say 'ahh'.” Reita opened his mouth, barely getting a sound out before Ruki's cock pushed past his lips, his hand finding its way into his hair again. Reita tried to speak, but Ruki wasn't having it, he gave a hard thrust of his hips, effectively shutting him up. “Ah-ah, you should know by now, pretty things like you aren't conversational partners. I buy you nice things, your job is to look pretty and gag on my cock like a good little bimbo.”
Reita moaned around Ruki's dick, resting his hands on his thighs, doing nothing to stop the drool spilling over and dripping down his chin. He knew Ruki loved making his makeup run, loved ruining him, turning him into a spit-soaked, cheap-looking whore. His throat seized up when Ruki slammed his cock against it, but he didn't pull away, just blinked a couple of times and shuddered at the thought of how he must look.
“Your eyes are fluttering in that empty, cum-soaked skull of yours, I know you love being objectified like this.” Ruki said it so casually, like he hadn't just made Reita's dick twitch in the lace thong he wore, probably about to spill out of it. He was right, however, and Reita whined quietly, embarrassed that he was pointing it out, but also grateful that he knew, that it didn't need to be stated. Mostly because he couldn't form a single word right then.
“Cockbrained little slut.” Ruki's voice was more hoarse now, and he was fucking Reita's face properly, rocking his hips and holding him still by the grip on his hair. “It's a good thing you like it rough, 'cause I can't control myself when you whimper like that. Makes me wanna bend you over this car and pull your panties down, fuck you til you scream so loud the neighbours come to check what's going on.”
Reita shuddered, moaning to let him know how much he wanted it, too, his heart beating faster at the way Ruki snorted. “They'd take one look at you and leave. You look like you're asking for it in that tight, tiny excuse for a dress, the jewellery, the stripper heels. Everyone knows you're a fuckdoll, completely incapable of saying no, if you even wanted to.”
He whined around the cock in his mouth, trying to squeeze his thighs together, turned on past the point of coherency. He didn't bother trying to hang on to his thoughts, he just let himself become empty, his gaze turn vacant, focusing on the pleasure coursing through his body and the salty taste of precum at the back of his mouth.
“Swallow, bitch.” Ruki slapped him a couple of times, grinding against his lips and groaning when Reita hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder. “That's it, maybe if you're good, Daddy will buy you a pair of big, plastic tits to fill out that dress of yours.”
Reita somehow came before Ruki, imagining waking up from surgery with giant pornstar boobs and dicksucker lips poutier than Uruha's, forever doomed to be seen as an object first, person second. The thought was terrifying and alluring at the same time, and even though it would ruin his life forever, it still made his dick throb between his legs, shooting cum into the bottom of his dress despite the lack of direct stimulation.
His trembling moans and wet mouth set Ruki off, and he shoved his cock as deep as it would go, filling Reita's mouth with cum and making him cough. It oozed out around his cock, dripping down his balls, and Reita felt deliciously gross. When Ruki pulled out, he pursed his lips and gargled the remnants of his cum, smearing it over his lips with two fingers and watching Ruki's face, the way he groaned even though he'd just came.
“You really want me to fold you in half and take you, huh?”
Reita stuck his fingers into his mouth briefly, taking them all the way and choking, coughing around them, but not pulling them out. He thrust them deeply for a bit, pushing his lips together to form an 'o', and when he finally let them slip all the way out, a string of saliva and cum hung in the air, only broken when he spoke. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
He yelped when he was pulled to his feet and turned around, pushed against the car, Ruki draping himself over his back and groaning in his ear, gripping his hips tightly. “Don't worry, my sweet, dumb blonde. Daddy's gonna show you.”
Day 19: Marking, Reita
“Good morning.” Reita walked into the studio and nodded to the others, going over to his corner and getting set up for rehearsal. It didn't take long before he noticed several pairs of eyes on him, the room going unusually quiet, and he stifled a smile, pretending not to notice the scrutiny.
Kai was the one to finally walk over, leaning in to whisper discreetly, staring at the wall, cheeks faintly red. “Um, you've got a little something on your neck, not that it's any of my business.”
“Oh, I do?” Reita acted surprised, going over to check himself out in the mirror, pulling down the collar of his shirt and studying his throat, shoulder, clavicle. Kai had been generous when he said 'a little', because Reita's skin was a mess of bite marks, hickeys, and marks in the shape of fingers. There was hardly an unblemished spot between his jawline and his collar, and he bit his lip, trying to seem surprised. “Wow, I guess you're right. I'm sorry, this is totally indecent of me.”
When he looked over at Kai, he was still avoiding eye contact, stuttering when he spoke, though he quickly masked it with a smile. “No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I just hope you're doing okay, privately, I mean.”
Did he think Reita was being abused? Reita grinned, looking down in the hopes that would make him seem embarrassed. “I'm fine, I promise, I didn't mean to make you worry.” He was more than fine, in fact, and he quickly went to pick up his bass, slinging the strap over his neck and letting it hang in front of his crotch, conveniently hiding it from view. He still felt the curious gazes of his bandmates on his skin, and he wondered if they were imagining how those marks had been caused, and who had left them there.
“Are you sure?” Kai nodded down at his hands, currently plucking the strings of his bass to warm up. There were distinct red rings around his wrists, and anyone who looked closely would be able to identify them as rope marks. “Reita, if you need to talk, we're here for you.”
The concern in his voice was touching, but also arousing, and Reita nodded, not trusting himself not to moan if he opened his mouth. Ruki, Aoi, and Uruha were now all studying his wrists, looking him over, probably checking for any other blemishes. He shot them all reassuring smiles. “Thank you, but you really don't have to protect me. None of this was done against my will.” His face was a little warm now, his stomach fluttering with embarrassment and arousal, only made worse when understanding flashed over his friends' faces and they quickly turned away, busying themselves with their own preparations.
It was tempting to call for a bathroom break even though they hadn't actually started yet, but it would be too suspicious. As much as he wanted to sneak off and touch himself, masturbate to the reactions, knowing his friends were thinking about what had been done to him the night before, he would deal with the boner for now. He already felt so dirty admitting to them that he'd been tied up, bitten, choked, had his neck sucked on, that was enough for one day.
If he essentially declared to the entire band that he got off to them being made aware of his nightly escapades, they might avoid looking at him altogether, and that would be a damn shame. So he connected his equipment, checked the settings, and tried not to subconsciously rub at his sore wrists while he waited for the others to stop being too flustered to rehearse.
Day 20: Cock and Ball Torture, Aoi/Reita
Reita was already nervous just watching Aoi pull on a pair of disposable plastic gloves, but who wouldn't be, tied up with their legs spread wide, gagged and helpless, knowing what came next? Aoi set down a bowl of habanero peppers on the bed, and Reita shuddered at the sight of them, stomach tying itself in metaphorical knots at the thought of how much this was about to hurt.
“Don't go soft on me, now.” Aoi reached over and started stroking Reita's dick absently, taking one of the peppers in his other hand and holding it by the stem, twirling it in the air. He smiled down at Reita, but his eyes had a wicked look to them, trailing down his naked body until they reached his crotch. “At least not yet.”
There was nothing Reita could do to close his legs or turn away, he was tied down securely, and when Aoi moved his hand and ran the habanero down the shaft of his dick, he could only whimper in futile protest. After a few seconds, a warm, tingly sensation spread along his skin, slowly warping into prickling, then burning discomfort. The side Aoi had touched with the pepper stung, contrasting starkly against the opposite side, which felt fine, at least so far. Aoi shifted closer, sitting between Reita's spread legs and running the pepper, or torture device, up along the other side.
Instead of pausing when he reached the head, he circled the pepper around it, drawing a spiral toward the slit of Reita's dick. Once he realised what Aoi was doing, he started whining through the gag, giving his best begging eyes and shaking his head at him. Aoi knew not to take him seriously, however, and he rubbed the pepper over the tip, grinning when Reita's sounds picked up in volume and pitch.
His dick was heating up uncomfortably, and he would have reached down to grab it if it weren't for the rope keeping his arms stretched above him, securely fastened to the headboard. Ultimately, it would have been temporary relief, Reita knew from experience that rubbing the skin would only make everything worse. The pain was starting to become so intense he couldn't think, and he hadn't even noticed Aoi grabbing his balls, pulling them away from his body and stretching the skin taut, not until the burning started spreading there.
He was breathing rapidly now, legs trembling, trying to squirm away, but unable to move. Tears gathered in his eyes, and he wailed uselessly, hoping the noise would somehow help him take his mind off the pain. Aoi cocked his head at him, flicking his dick to get his attention. “Do you remember your safe signal?”
Reita nodded faintly. He knew he could end the torment and make Aoi soothe the pain if he wanted to, he just didn't need it. He was perfectly content sobbing hysterically and writhing as much as the ropes allowed, his junk burning like he'd been stung by a swarm of bees. Even when Aoi grabbed a second pepper, rubbing one into his ballsack and holding the other in his fist while he jerked him off, Reita didn't do anything to actually stop him.
“You seriously like this?” As if he didn't already know. Aoi curled his lip into a disgusted sneer, though Reita could tell he was hard, even through the tears filling his vision and soaking the pillow under his head. “Filthy fucking painslut. Maybe I should grind one of these into paste and shove it into your pisshole, so it burns when you cum, too.”
Reita would have considered it, if he weren't too busy screaming. The pain was reaching a point where it felt impossible to take, his dick and balls throbbing, aching, so sensitive, he tried to pull away from Aoi's touch. Even when he put the peppers aside and fluttered his fingers lightly along the base, Reita still cried protestingly, shaking his head and trying to articulate 'please' around the gag between his teeth.
Aoi responded by smacking his balls lightly with the back of his hand and laughing when he choked on his own anguished shriek.
Day 21: Emetophilia, Uruha/Reita
Reita was finishing up at the urinals when the door flew open, and he turned to see Uruha making a mad dash to one of the stalls, covering his mouth with one hand and using the other to lift up the toilet seat. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on, and Reita went rigid, anticipation bubbling inside him when he heard Uruha gasp for breath, swallowing repeatedly.
He washed up and slipped into the stall, closing the door and latching it shut, turning to rub one hand over Uruha's back soothingly. Uruha groaned, spitting the drool dripping from his mouth into the toilet bowl and looking back at Reita. “Maybe there's such a thing as too much alcohol.”
“Aoi has kept up with you all night, I don't think the shots are the issue. Did you eat enough?”
Uruha pursed his lips in thought. “Not since we had that late lunch, I think. Maybe you're onto something.” He looked like he was going to say more, but his eyes widened suddenly, shoulders rising to his ears, and he quickly turned around and bent over the toilet, just in time. Wet bile sprayed from his mouth, and Reita stepped back to avoid getting caught in the splash zone, though it wasn't enough.
Just the sound of Uruha retching sent a jolt of arousal down his spine, blood rushing to his dick before he could think to look away. If Uruha didn't already know about his fetish, he would have found out anyway, because there was no way Reita could explain the involuntary moan that bubbled up his throat, the way his body went suddenly tense.
Uruha leaned one hand against the wall, remaining bent over while he waited for another wave. “You could at least, like, hold my hair up while you jerk off, you know.”
“I wasn't-” Reita's protest was cut short when Uruha grabbed him by the belt and pulled him closer, no room for argument in his tone.
“Aww, don't tell me you're gonna waste this opportunity just 'cause you're self-conscious.” Uruha tried to drunkenly undo Reita's fly with one hand, but he had to stop to puke, unable to concentrate on two things at the same time. Reita blushed at being so close, but he didn't step back this time, instead gathering Uruha's hair back and holding it with his left hand, reaching down to take his dick out with the other.
Reita had long given up on understanding why he reacted the way he did to vomiting. It wasn't like he was trying to find it arousing, not consciously, at least. He couldn't help it, every time he heard or saw someone puke, a wave of lust washed over him, all thoughts leaving his mind like a gust of wind blew them away. His dick throbbed in his hand, and he would have started stroking it, if Uruha hadn't grabbed his ass and forced him to push his hips out, leaning over ominously.
He really couldn't have eaten much, because all that left him when he retched this time was stomach acid and saliva, splashing Reita's dick and dripping down the sides into the toilet. Reita cursed and gripped Uruha's hair tighter than he probably should have, grinding his hips in thin air as though he could fuck the vomit coating his cock. Uruha giggled, spitting on the tip and turning his head to look up at him. “So gross, Reita, are you gonna cum?”
No coherent words left him when he tried to speak, and he really hoped nobody would enter the bathroom right then, because he couldn't keep his voice down if he'd tried. He moaned shakily, smearing Uruha's spit over his dick and using it as lube to jerk himself off with. Uruha gagged, making a face like he was intentionally trying to trigger the reflex, ignoring Reita's whimpers. The dry heaving noises made Reita shudder, the way his back tensed when he choked, fingers digging into his butt, spurring him on.
Uruha managed to push out one last round, emptying his stomach and Reita's balls at the same time, because the second his slimy puke spattered his dick, he started shooting. He didn't have the coordination to even aim, he just thrust his hips against his hand while he came so hard he almost lost his balance, looking more drunk than Uruha had earlier, despite only drinking Cola all night. His thighs trembled, his dick pulsed faintly, and he leaned against the wall, heaving for breath, while Uruha wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
“I'm glad my suffering wasn't all for nothing.” Uruha wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned in to kiss him, and Reita flinched at the sour taste of vomit mixed with tequila, but he couldn't pull away, trapped between the wall and a heavy, clumsy body. It was hard to breathe with Uruha's weight against his chest and his tongue rubbing against his, and he was honestly worried he might be sick, himself, but he couldn't bring himself to complain.