Toy Maintenance (part 15 of Strange Desires)
Title: Toy Maintenance
Chapter: Part 15 of Strange Desires, but can be read as standalone
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Ruki/Reita
Genre: Smut
Rating: 18+
Content: M/M, BDSM, humiliation, sex toys, masturbation, orgasm denial, light CBT, objectification, exhibitionism/voyeurism, dacryphilia
Summary: Ruki has found the solution to what he never considered a problem in the first place, which is to say, he found a new way of humiliating Reita for fun, and it involves an inflatable sex doll
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: 4,040
Comment: Big hugs to all of you. I'm done talking about you-know-what after two and a half months of constantly living with it, so for the next four thousand-ish words, let's just live in a fantasy world together, okay? This fic follows after the previous entry, Satisfyingly Dissatisfying, so I'd recommend reading that one if you haven't already, but it's not a requirement. It just adds to the flavour.
Reita could tell just from the sound of approaching footsteps that something was about to happen, mostly because Ruki only ever wore boots indoors for one reason. He saved his game, turned the console off, and looked up to see Ruki in the doorway, arms behind his back, pretending like nothing even though Reita saw right through him. Before Ruki could tell him to, he slid off the sofa and got on his knees on the floor, straightening his back and looking up, waiting for the inevitable.
Ruki smiled sheepishly, bringing his hands to the front and revealing the leather collar and leash he was holding. "I think you know me too well."
"Or just well enough, Sir."
"Perhaps." Ruki pushed off the wall and started moving closer, stalking toward him with slow, calculating steps, helping set the mood. By the time he was close enough to wrap the collar around his neck, Reita's breathing had deepened, his dick starting to stir with anticipation. "I don't give you enough credit for how obedient you actually are."
Reita stopped himself before he could thank him, not only because apologies and thanks uttered frivolously were one of Ruki's pet peeves in scene, but also because he had a feeling this compliment came with a caveat. "Is something wrong, Sir?"
"No." He clipped the leash to the collar and gave it a tug, and Reita got on his hands and knees and started crawling along the floor, following him to the bedroom. "But you do have room for improvement, and I think I know just how to train you." Reita didn't know how to respond to that, so he didn't, but he was getting progressively more curious about what Ruki had planned for him, and consequentially, more excited.
Whatever he had expected, the sight that met him when Ruki opened the door was definitely not it. Lying on top of the bed was what Reita had to assume was an inflatable sex doll, not that he'd ever seen one in real life, but there was no mistaking the stiff, tan latex for anything else. Reita didn't know what to say, but Ruki didn't let the silence settle before he started teasing him. "Look, pet, I found someone not even you could fail to satisfy."
Reita licked his lips, mouth feeling suddenly dry, and finally managed to tear his gaze off the personification of human depravity on their bed and look up to meet Ruki's eyes. "Is this an extended punishment, Sir?"
For just a moment, Ruki's expression softened, and he rested his hand at the back of Reita's neck, squeezing it comfortingly. "No." He didn't elaborate, and that was enough for Reita to breathe easily, knowing he could trust that when Ruki said he wasn't upset about it, he wasn't. "Just think of it as going to the gym, except we're working on a different kind of stamina, and this is the equipment." He gestured to the doll, and Reita gritted his teeth, nodding reluctantly. Ruki cocked his head, raising an eyebrow at him. "Is there a problem?"
Reita's face was already heating up, and while he loved the embarrassment that grew with every second that passed, he couldn't help but throw another glance at the doll, wincing at the comically exaggerated plastic breasts. "Why did you buy a female model, Sir?"
"Because they didn't have a male version." The hand at the back of Reita's neck shifted, grabbing his hair and yanking him to his feet, making him grunt from the tug on his scalp. "Anyway, you're not supposed to enjoy fucking her, you're supposed to practice being a good dildo. It might be an advantage if you don't enjoy it, although looking at your face right now, I'd say it looks like you kind of like it."
He wasn't wrong. Reita's face was probably bright red by now, his jaw clenched tight, breathing heavy despite Ruki barely touching him, and despite how unappealing the idea of fucking a plastic imitation of a pussy was, he wouldn't need any help getting hard. "It's humiliating, Sir."
It was both an answer and a statement, and Ruki hummed, releasing his hair and smacking his ass hard enough that he involuntarily took a step toward the bed. "Good. Now, hump, bitch."
Reita shuddered, trying to avoid looking at the painted face of the doll, but Ruki was standing behind him, and he didn't know where to rest his gaze. He settled for looking down at the edge of the bed, pushing his sweatpants down his hips, pulling his dick out of his underwear and reaching for the condoms Ruki had so graciously left within reach. Part of him wanted to stall, take his time tearing the packaging and rolling the condom on to put off the inevitable as long as possible, but the longer he dragged it out, the more awkward he felt.
He paused after pulling the doll closer, holding his dick between its legs, just staring at the unpleasant slit while his skin prickled with humiliation. It was a strange, confusing situation to be in, and the longer he stood there, dick in hand, between the plastic legs of a sex doll, the less he understood his own body.
He pushed in before Ruki could chide him for taking too long, brows furrowing at the strange sensations that enveloped his dick. It wasn't warm like a real, living person, but it wasn't as bad as he'd feared, either. It was just a masturbatory toy with a lot of redundant accessories, nothing more, nothing less, and it wasn't difficult to start moving his hips, thrusting into the sheath.
"How is it?" Ruki didn't sound curious as much as taunting, and Reita wondered if he'd tried it himself, first. He moved over to the bed and took a seat on it, shaking his head when Reita looked up at him. "No, don't look at me, focus on who you're fucking."
Reita forced himself to look down at the lifeless head of the doll, shifting in rhythm with Reita's movements, staring up at the ceiling blankly. "It's a sex toy, Sir."
"Just one of the many things you two have in common." Reita's shoulders tensed up, and he gripped the legs of the stupid doll, fucking it harder, pretending he didn't hear Ruki's smug laughter. "You're not a person. Acting like you are would be offensive, so just shut up and keep moving those hips, slut."
Reita clenched his jaw shut, doing exactly as Ruki said and concentrating only on maintaining the rhythm, keeping his gaze straight, but trying not to focus his eyes. If he were fucking Ruki, he would be watching his expressions keenly, or at least trying to, but it was a little hard to pretend when he didn't have anything to look for. He just had to take Ruki literally when he compared it to a workout, treat it less like practising attentive sex and more like mechanical repetition of movement to stimulate muscle growth.
For a while, it worked. He had experience emptying his head and doing something over and over until his body got sore, even in less than ideal circumstances and uncomfortable clothing. This was hardly a challenge in that sense, the problem came when his balls started pulling up close, his abdomen tightening, vision going hazy in a different way. He almost didn't recognise the signs in time, snapping out of it with a groan, pulling out and almost shoving the doll away.
He crossed his arms behind his back, mostly for comfort, partly to have an excuse to take his hand off his dick. A couple more seconds, and he would have cum, a fact that was both surprising and embarrassing to realise. Ruki grinned at him, though he hadn't given him any new commands, so Reita had an excuse not to meet his eyes for once. "Good toy."
He breathed in deep, trying to ignore the twitching of his cock, the ache to be buried inside something so he could just blow his load already. He expected Ruki to order him to keep going, so when the seconds turned to minutes and he didn't say anything, Reita grudgingly realised he was leaving it up to him to decide when he was ready again. He waited a little longer to be safe, but Ruki stayed silent, so he eventually pulled the doll close again, pushing into the waiting hole and stifling a moan.
It didn't even really feel good, and that was part of the problem. He was ashamed of himself for enjoying it enough to reach climax, even if he suspected the physical stimulation itself had less to do with it than the scene. Ruki was just sitting on the bed, legs crossed, casually watching him fuck a sex toy like it was just a normal Tuesday for them, like Reita was nothing more than an object, and yep, that was definitely doing it for him.
Reita pulled out again, biting his lip when Ruki snorted. "So soon?"
"You're making it harder, Sir." Reita straightened his back, expecting to be punished somehow, or at the very least scolded, and he was prepared to take it, but it didn't come. Instead, Ruki got up from the bed, shoved Reita aside, and without a word, unzipped his jeans and shoved into the doll.
Watching Reita apparently had as much of an effect on Ruki as it had on him, because in seconds, he was leaning over the doll and fucking it hard enough that the plastic squeaked in futile protest. His brows tightened, arms gripped the waist of the doll tight, and Reita couldn't breathe, unable to tear his gaze away while fearing he would cum from the view alone.
Ruki moaned when he came, low and quiet, the sound of it sending shivers down Reita's spine, making his toes curl. He almost envied the damn doll, wishing he could feel his fingers dig into his waist like that, cum filling him up inside, and by the time Ruki pulled out and zipped back up, Reita was panting like he was the one who'd just came. Ruki reached into their nightstand, taking out a pair of handcuffs, but instead of using them on Reita's wrists, he looped them around the frame of the bed, locking them onto the end of Reita's leash.
"You're right, training usually starts easy and gets progressively more difficult, so I'll leave you to it." He gave Reita's ass a slap on his way out. "Keep practising, and don't cum. I'll check on you in an hour or so."
An hour? Reita stared down at his hard dick, precum staining the tip of the condom, then looked at the doll. Sure, he was in decent shape, but that was a long time to do nothing but repetitive movements, and he almost hoped Ruki would take pity on him, looking up expectantly when he heard the door open again, but he only tossed him a water bottle, leaving again without another word.
Reita took a sip of water, debating whether it would be worth it to pour some over his dick as well, calm down a little. He ultimately decided against it, though in the interest of not overheating, he did start stripping, getting everything off his bottom half, only leaving the shirt. With the collar on and the leash fastened to the bed, getting completely naked would be hard. He realised in a moment's clarity that while Ruki had locked the leash in place, his collar was only connected to it by a simple carabiner, and Reita could absolutely unfasten it, take his shirt off, and clip it back on.
Had Ruki left it that way on purpose as a safety measure? Reita smiled to himself, a different kind of warmth spreading through his chest, and he stepped back between the doll's fake legs, pushing inside and going back to fucking it. It was a little easier to concentrate now, without Ruki there to trigger his exhibitionism, and he managed to find a rhythm that put the least strain on his body, letting his mind go blank and just repeating the movements.
In, out, in, out. He just had to ignore the feeling of Ruki's cum spilling out of the opening while he fucked it, the knowledge that he could be right outside the door, listening to his heavy breathing, and everything would be fine. Sure, his arms were getting tired, his thighs were starting to ache, even his dick was getting sensitive to the point of nearing painful, but he could keep going as long as Ruki wanted him to.
He lost track of time pretty quickly. He took a couple of breaks, drinking a few sips of water and catching his breath, cooling off enough to go back to it, but mostly, he just settled into the monotone rhythm. It was even getting easy to avoid working up to orgasm now that his mind was focused only on keeping his hips moving. In fact, the more his body ached, the less horny he got, which was such an unusual issue for him that it took a while before he even realised it. The burning ache in his limbs was actually starting to kill his boner, and he almost panicked for a second, realising he was going soft.
The door opened just in time to save him from his own anxiety, and he got a surge of energy knowing Ruki was watching him again, his hips jerking back into motion like they'd never stopped. Reita was obediently keeping his eyes locked with the doll's, and didn't realise Ruki had pulled out his phone until he heard the artificial camera shutter. "You look so fucking pathetic right now."
Reita's dick twitched, the arousal returning as if it had never left. Even though he was panting heavily by now, sweat dripping down his temples and arms, making it hard to hold on to the slippery latex, he didn't stop, even when Ruki moved behind him, leaning against his back to whisper in his ear. "You didn't even think of disobeying."
It was a rhetorical question, Ruki could count the remaining condom wrappers on the bed and see that Reita had only used the one, and he could probably tell from the noises he made that he'd been at it for a while. He didn't even scold Reita for not answering, just wrapped his arms around him, one hand splaying across his abs, the other trailing down past it, fondling his balls. "See, I don't need to castrate you."
Reita gasped breathlessly, pulling out of the doll, knowing Ruki's teasing words and touches could easily send him over the edge without warning. "You could do it anyway, Sir."
"I could." Ruki pretended to consider it, tilting his head, squeezing Reita's balls tighter. "I can do whatever the fuck I want with you, isn't that right?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I can offer you up to strangers, for money or free, keep you under my desk as stress relief, treat you like a dog, humiliate you in public, beat you until you're shaking, I can even ignore you completely and let someone else fuck me, and you will thank me and beg for more, isn't that right?" While he spoke, Ruki tightened his grip on his balls, ignoring his desperate whimpers, and by the end of his rambling, his hand was so tight around his sack, Reita barely dared breathe. He didn't want to move, in case Ruki inadvertently did exactly what he'd said he wouldn't and caused permanent damage, but his silence wasn't good enough, and Ruki snarled in his ear. "I said 'isn't that right', whore?"
"Yeah." Reita's voice came out as a faint squeak, but it was enough for Ruki to let go of him, giving him a shove and letting him almost topple over the bed, holding himself up with shaky arms. "Anything, Sir."
Ruki's foot nudged his ankle, and Reita immediately spread his legs, resting his head on the mattress and arching his back as much as possible, offering himself up as best he could. His breath caught in his throat when Ruki grabbed his balls again, twisting slowly, stopping just before Reita started screaming. "Why is this so appealing to you?"
Reita expected more, waiting a moment before licking his lips, trying to find a way to articulate his feelings. "Fear, Sir. The threat of you doing something I don't want, trusting you enough to use it against me without actually doing it to me."
Ruki hummed, letting go of Reita's balls and pressing his hips against his ass, making him feel the outline of his dick through his trousers. "Like how easy it would be for me to shove my cock in your ass right now and fuck you raw?"
"Yes." Reita's voice broke, and he drew a deep breath, turning his head and rubbing his face into the sheets. He pushed back against Ruki, grinding his cleft against his crotch, sobbing into the bed. He needed to cum, needed to be hurt, didn't know what he needed, just that he needed something, and Ruki was the only one who could give it to him.
He cried out when Ruki gripped his arms and wrenched them behind his back, pressing his torso further into the mattress, forcing him to turn his head so he could breathe. He looked up to see Ruki unzipping his jeans again, quickly lifting his gaze to his eyes, not wanting to fuck up now, after he'd been so good all evening. Ruki gripped both his wrists tightly with one hand, holding him still and grabbing his dick, slapping it against Reita's ass. "Beg me not to."
Reita was certain he was vague on purpose, and instead of asking him to clarify, he decided to take a chance, no matter how revealing it might be. "Please don't chop my balls off, Sir."
Ruki moaned deeply, stroking his cock while looking down at him, tilting his head. "Why not? We already agreed I could if I wanted to."
Reita shuddered, pretending to try to wiggle out of Ruki's grip, grinning when he leaned more of his weight on him to hold him still. "If you cut them off, you can't use them as a punching bag."
"True." Ruki pursed his lips as if in thought, stroking himself faster, rocking his hips against his hand. "But I'd still have your dick for that."
Reita moaned, wishing he had enough leverage to push back against Ruki, grind his ass against him until he came. "You can only get rid of them once. If you leave them, you can threaten me with castration whenever it's convenient, Sir."
"Now we're talking." Ruki was starting to sound breathless, and he let go of his dick to smack Reita's ass, grabbing it and holding it still while he rutted against him. He didn't fuck him, but the position was a close enough comparison that Reita could have closed his eyes and imagined it, if he didn't know he'd be punished for breaking eye contact. "No one told you to stop, bitch."
"Please, Sir." Reita was growing incoherent, exhausted and sore, mind too foggy to form proper sentences, but he had a feeling Ruki didn't mind. "Please don't cut them off, Sir, please."
The sound of his broken voice was enough to set Ruki off, moaning and grinding against him, spattering his lower back with cum. Reita held his breath to hear him better, loving the sight of Ruki cumming, especially from this angle. It hurt to crane his neck, but he loved the view too much, and what was one more sore muscle in the grand scheme of things, anyway?
Ruki eventually pulled back, wiping his dick on Reita's ass and tucking himself back in, before grabbing his hair, pulling him to his feet and shoving him to his knees in the same motion. He held him there for a second, head tipped back, hands gripping the edge of the bed to keep from trying to pull Ruki's arm away, wincing at the pain in his scalp. He sobbed, licked his lips, and looked straight up at Ruki, trying to focus on his face through the tears welling up in his eyes. "May I cum now, Sir?"
For the most part, Ruki managed to keep his expression unreadable, but there was a telltale twitch of the corner of his mouth that told Reita that was exactly the sentence he'd been waiting for. He leaned down until his head was right next to Reita's, nipping at his ear once, twice, then biting down hard enough that he cried out, trying to twist away despite the vice grip Ruki had on his hair. "No."
More tears spilled down Reita's cheeks, and he almost disobeyed immediately, his dick twitching with desire. Fuck, he loved hearing that word from Ruki's lips, so much that he had to hear it again, consequences be damned. "Please let me cum, Sir, I've been so good today."
"I don't care. I said no, and I meant no." Ruki let go of his hair and crouched behind him, and Reita leaned back against his chest, letting the tears fall freely, chest trembling with quiet sobs and less quiet moans. He was so close, it would just take a little more, and his hands tingled with the need to touch himself, so he blindly fumbled for Ruki's arms, gripping them tight as he fought the urge to jerk himself off.
Ruki stayed behind him, eventually wrapping his arms around him when Reita's soft cries turned into desperate wailing, his shirt getting wet with tears, hips starting to move on their own. He humped the air for a good minute, surprised Ruki let him, riding the edge until the need to cum passed, and he slumped back with a deep gasp.
"Thank you, Sir." His voice was hoarse, and he tried to speak up properly, but Ruki hushed him, clasping one hand over his mouth.
"I know. Just breathe, take your time, let me know if you need anything." Reita nodded, turning around and burying his face in Ruki's shoulder, sighing when the leash was unclipped from his collar and arms wrapped around him protectively. He was uncomfortable, warm, damp, sticky, sore all over, and while he was still hard as a fucking rock, he felt sated in a way an orgasm alone couldn't give.
Eventually, he lifted his head, looking up at Ruki's face with tired eyes. "I'm good, mostly."
"Good." Ruki ran his fingers through Reita's hair, brushing it back, before wiping his cheeks, rubbing the tear stains away. "How do you like your new workout partner?"
Reita looked back at the bed and the doll almost hanging off the edge. "I hate it, thanks." Ruki just laughed, knowing the difference between his sarcastic tone and his normal voice, but Reita rolled his eyes at him anyway. "You're such a dick."
"The sky is blue, grass is green, water is wet," Ruki let the sentence trail off, leaning in to kiss Reita's temple. "And I love you too."
Reita huffed, glaring at the doll one more time before turning to look at Ruki again. "Did you really leave me to fuck it for an hour?"
"Fifty-six minutes, to be exact."
"Damn."
"Yeah, you've got stamina, it's the premature ejaculation we gotta work on."
Reita winced, his cheeks turning red and blood pumping through his body a little faster. "That's just the effect you have on me."
"I know. For fifty-six minutes, you pounded that toy without losing control, but the second I stepped into the room, you started slipping. It's honestly pretty sexy."
"You're good." Reita closed his eyes again, trying to ignore the blush heating his face. "Scratch that, you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me."
Ruki's head rested on top of his, and with his mouth partly buried in his tangled, sweaty hair, it was almost hard to make out the words, but Reita heard him clearly, maybe because he already knew what he was going to say. "Likewise."
Chapter: Part 15 of Strange Desires, but can be read as standalone
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Ruki/Reita
Genre: Smut
Rating: 18+
Content: M/M, BDSM, humiliation, sex toys, masturbation, orgasm denial, light CBT, objectification, exhibitionism/voyeurism, dacryphilia
Summary: Ruki has found the solution to what he never considered a problem in the first place, which is to say, he found a new way of humiliating Reita for fun, and it involves an inflatable sex doll
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: 4,040
Comment: Big hugs to all of you. I'm done talking about you-know-what after two and a half months of constantly living with it, so for the next four thousand-ish words, let's just live in a fantasy world together, okay? This fic follows after the previous entry, Satisfyingly Dissatisfying, so I'd recommend reading that one if you haven't already, but it's not a requirement. It just adds to the flavour.
Reita could tell just from the sound of approaching footsteps that something was about to happen, mostly because Ruki only ever wore boots indoors for one reason. He saved his game, turned the console off, and looked up to see Ruki in the doorway, arms behind his back, pretending like nothing even though Reita saw right through him. Before Ruki could tell him to, he slid off the sofa and got on his knees on the floor, straightening his back and looking up, waiting for the inevitable.
Ruki smiled sheepishly, bringing his hands to the front and revealing the leather collar and leash he was holding. "I think you know me too well."
"Or just well enough, Sir."
"Perhaps." Ruki pushed off the wall and started moving closer, stalking toward him with slow, calculating steps, helping set the mood. By the time he was close enough to wrap the collar around his neck, Reita's breathing had deepened, his dick starting to stir with anticipation. "I don't give you enough credit for how obedient you actually are."
Reita stopped himself before he could thank him, not only because apologies and thanks uttered frivolously were one of Ruki's pet peeves in scene, but also because he had a feeling this compliment came with a caveat. "Is something wrong, Sir?"
"No." He clipped the leash to the collar and gave it a tug, and Reita got on his hands and knees and started crawling along the floor, following him to the bedroom. "But you do have room for improvement, and I think I know just how to train you." Reita didn't know how to respond to that, so he didn't, but he was getting progressively more curious about what Ruki had planned for him, and consequentially, more excited.
Whatever he had expected, the sight that met him when Ruki opened the door was definitely not it. Lying on top of the bed was what Reita had to assume was an inflatable sex doll, not that he'd ever seen one in real life, but there was no mistaking the stiff, tan latex for anything else. Reita didn't know what to say, but Ruki didn't let the silence settle before he started teasing him. "Look, pet, I found someone not even you could fail to satisfy."
Reita licked his lips, mouth feeling suddenly dry, and finally managed to tear his gaze off the personification of human depravity on their bed and look up to meet Ruki's eyes. "Is this an extended punishment, Sir?"
For just a moment, Ruki's expression softened, and he rested his hand at the back of Reita's neck, squeezing it comfortingly. "No." He didn't elaborate, and that was enough for Reita to breathe easily, knowing he could trust that when Ruki said he wasn't upset about it, he wasn't. "Just think of it as going to the gym, except we're working on a different kind of stamina, and this is the equipment." He gestured to the doll, and Reita gritted his teeth, nodding reluctantly. Ruki cocked his head, raising an eyebrow at him. "Is there a problem?"
Reita's face was already heating up, and while he loved the embarrassment that grew with every second that passed, he couldn't help but throw another glance at the doll, wincing at the comically exaggerated plastic breasts. "Why did you buy a female model, Sir?"
"Because they didn't have a male version." The hand at the back of Reita's neck shifted, grabbing his hair and yanking him to his feet, making him grunt from the tug on his scalp. "Anyway, you're not supposed to enjoy fucking her, you're supposed to practice being a good dildo. It might be an advantage if you don't enjoy it, although looking at your face right now, I'd say it looks like you kind of like it."
He wasn't wrong. Reita's face was probably bright red by now, his jaw clenched tight, breathing heavy despite Ruki barely touching him, and despite how unappealing the idea of fucking a plastic imitation of a pussy was, he wouldn't need any help getting hard. "It's humiliating, Sir."
It was both an answer and a statement, and Ruki hummed, releasing his hair and smacking his ass hard enough that he involuntarily took a step toward the bed. "Good. Now, hump, bitch."
Reita shuddered, trying to avoid looking at the painted face of the doll, but Ruki was standing behind him, and he didn't know where to rest his gaze. He settled for looking down at the edge of the bed, pushing his sweatpants down his hips, pulling his dick out of his underwear and reaching for the condoms Ruki had so graciously left within reach. Part of him wanted to stall, take his time tearing the packaging and rolling the condom on to put off the inevitable as long as possible, but the longer he dragged it out, the more awkward he felt.
He paused after pulling the doll closer, holding his dick between its legs, just staring at the unpleasant slit while his skin prickled with humiliation. It was a strange, confusing situation to be in, and the longer he stood there, dick in hand, between the plastic legs of a sex doll, the less he understood his own body.
He pushed in before Ruki could chide him for taking too long, brows furrowing at the strange sensations that enveloped his dick. It wasn't warm like a real, living person, but it wasn't as bad as he'd feared, either. It was just a masturbatory toy with a lot of redundant accessories, nothing more, nothing less, and it wasn't difficult to start moving his hips, thrusting into the sheath.
"How is it?" Ruki didn't sound curious as much as taunting, and Reita wondered if he'd tried it himself, first. He moved over to the bed and took a seat on it, shaking his head when Reita looked up at him. "No, don't look at me, focus on who you're fucking."
Reita forced himself to look down at the lifeless head of the doll, shifting in rhythm with Reita's movements, staring up at the ceiling blankly. "It's a sex toy, Sir."
"Just one of the many things you two have in common." Reita's shoulders tensed up, and he gripped the legs of the stupid doll, fucking it harder, pretending he didn't hear Ruki's smug laughter. "You're not a person. Acting like you are would be offensive, so just shut up and keep moving those hips, slut."
Reita clenched his jaw shut, doing exactly as Ruki said and concentrating only on maintaining the rhythm, keeping his gaze straight, but trying not to focus his eyes. If he were fucking Ruki, he would be watching his expressions keenly, or at least trying to, but it was a little hard to pretend when he didn't have anything to look for. He just had to take Ruki literally when he compared it to a workout, treat it less like practising attentive sex and more like mechanical repetition of movement to stimulate muscle growth.
For a while, it worked. He had experience emptying his head and doing something over and over until his body got sore, even in less than ideal circumstances and uncomfortable clothing. This was hardly a challenge in that sense, the problem came when his balls started pulling up close, his abdomen tightening, vision going hazy in a different way. He almost didn't recognise the signs in time, snapping out of it with a groan, pulling out and almost shoving the doll away.
He crossed his arms behind his back, mostly for comfort, partly to have an excuse to take his hand off his dick. A couple more seconds, and he would have cum, a fact that was both surprising and embarrassing to realise. Ruki grinned at him, though he hadn't given him any new commands, so Reita had an excuse not to meet his eyes for once. "Good toy."
He breathed in deep, trying to ignore the twitching of his cock, the ache to be buried inside something so he could just blow his load already. He expected Ruki to order him to keep going, so when the seconds turned to minutes and he didn't say anything, Reita grudgingly realised he was leaving it up to him to decide when he was ready again. He waited a little longer to be safe, but Ruki stayed silent, so he eventually pulled the doll close again, pushing into the waiting hole and stifling a moan.
It didn't even really feel good, and that was part of the problem. He was ashamed of himself for enjoying it enough to reach climax, even if he suspected the physical stimulation itself had less to do with it than the scene. Ruki was just sitting on the bed, legs crossed, casually watching him fuck a sex toy like it was just a normal Tuesday for them, like Reita was nothing more than an object, and yep, that was definitely doing it for him.
Reita pulled out again, biting his lip when Ruki snorted. "So soon?"
"You're making it harder, Sir." Reita straightened his back, expecting to be punished somehow, or at the very least scolded, and he was prepared to take it, but it didn't come. Instead, Ruki got up from the bed, shoved Reita aside, and without a word, unzipped his jeans and shoved into the doll.
Watching Reita apparently had as much of an effect on Ruki as it had on him, because in seconds, he was leaning over the doll and fucking it hard enough that the plastic squeaked in futile protest. His brows tightened, arms gripped the waist of the doll tight, and Reita couldn't breathe, unable to tear his gaze away while fearing he would cum from the view alone.
Ruki moaned when he came, low and quiet, the sound of it sending shivers down Reita's spine, making his toes curl. He almost envied the damn doll, wishing he could feel his fingers dig into his waist like that, cum filling him up inside, and by the time Ruki pulled out and zipped back up, Reita was panting like he was the one who'd just came. Ruki reached into their nightstand, taking out a pair of handcuffs, but instead of using them on Reita's wrists, he looped them around the frame of the bed, locking them onto the end of Reita's leash.
"You're right, training usually starts easy and gets progressively more difficult, so I'll leave you to it." He gave Reita's ass a slap on his way out. "Keep practising, and don't cum. I'll check on you in an hour or so."
An hour? Reita stared down at his hard dick, precum staining the tip of the condom, then looked at the doll. Sure, he was in decent shape, but that was a long time to do nothing but repetitive movements, and he almost hoped Ruki would take pity on him, looking up expectantly when he heard the door open again, but he only tossed him a water bottle, leaving again without another word.
Reita took a sip of water, debating whether it would be worth it to pour some over his dick as well, calm down a little. He ultimately decided against it, though in the interest of not overheating, he did start stripping, getting everything off his bottom half, only leaving the shirt. With the collar on and the leash fastened to the bed, getting completely naked would be hard. He realised in a moment's clarity that while Ruki had locked the leash in place, his collar was only connected to it by a simple carabiner, and Reita could absolutely unfasten it, take his shirt off, and clip it back on.
Had Ruki left it that way on purpose as a safety measure? Reita smiled to himself, a different kind of warmth spreading through his chest, and he stepped back between the doll's fake legs, pushing inside and going back to fucking it. It was a little easier to concentrate now, without Ruki there to trigger his exhibitionism, and he managed to find a rhythm that put the least strain on his body, letting his mind go blank and just repeating the movements.
In, out, in, out. He just had to ignore the feeling of Ruki's cum spilling out of the opening while he fucked it, the knowledge that he could be right outside the door, listening to his heavy breathing, and everything would be fine. Sure, his arms were getting tired, his thighs were starting to ache, even his dick was getting sensitive to the point of nearing painful, but he could keep going as long as Ruki wanted him to.
He lost track of time pretty quickly. He took a couple of breaks, drinking a few sips of water and catching his breath, cooling off enough to go back to it, but mostly, he just settled into the monotone rhythm. It was even getting easy to avoid working up to orgasm now that his mind was focused only on keeping his hips moving. In fact, the more his body ached, the less horny he got, which was such an unusual issue for him that it took a while before he even realised it. The burning ache in his limbs was actually starting to kill his boner, and he almost panicked for a second, realising he was going soft.
The door opened just in time to save him from his own anxiety, and he got a surge of energy knowing Ruki was watching him again, his hips jerking back into motion like they'd never stopped. Reita was obediently keeping his eyes locked with the doll's, and didn't realise Ruki had pulled out his phone until he heard the artificial camera shutter. "You look so fucking pathetic right now."
Reita's dick twitched, the arousal returning as if it had never left. Even though he was panting heavily by now, sweat dripping down his temples and arms, making it hard to hold on to the slippery latex, he didn't stop, even when Ruki moved behind him, leaning against his back to whisper in his ear. "You didn't even think of disobeying."
It was a rhetorical question, Ruki could count the remaining condom wrappers on the bed and see that Reita had only used the one, and he could probably tell from the noises he made that he'd been at it for a while. He didn't even scold Reita for not answering, just wrapped his arms around him, one hand splaying across his abs, the other trailing down past it, fondling his balls. "See, I don't need to castrate you."
Reita gasped breathlessly, pulling out of the doll, knowing Ruki's teasing words and touches could easily send him over the edge without warning. "You could do it anyway, Sir."
"I could." Ruki pretended to consider it, tilting his head, squeezing Reita's balls tighter. "I can do whatever the fuck I want with you, isn't that right?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I can offer you up to strangers, for money or free, keep you under my desk as stress relief, treat you like a dog, humiliate you in public, beat you until you're shaking, I can even ignore you completely and let someone else fuck me, and you will thank me and beg for more, isn't that right?" While he spoke, Ruki tightened his grip on his balls, ignoring his desperate whimpers, and by the end of his rambling, his hand was so tight around his sack, Reita barely dared breathe. He didn't want to move, in case Ruki inadvertently did exactly what he'd said he wouldn't and caused permanent damage, but his silence wasn't good enough, and Ruki snarled in his ear. "I said 'isn't that right', whore?"
"Yeah." Reita's voice came out as a faint squeak, but it was enough for Ruki to let go of him, giving him a shove and letting him almost topple over the bed, holding himself up with shaky arms. "Anything, Sir."
Ruki's foot nudged his ankle, and Reita immediately spread his legs, resting his head on the mattress and arching his back as much as possible, offering himself up as best he could. His breath caught in his throat when Ruki grabbed his balls again, twisting slowly, stopping just before Reita started screaming. "Why is this so appealing to you?"
Reita expected more, waiting a moment before licking his lips, trying to find a way to articulate his feelings. "Fear, Sir. The threat of you doing something I don't want, trusting you enough to use it against me without actually doing it to me."
Ruki hummed, letting go of Reita's balls and pressing his hips against his ass, making him feel the outline of his dick through his trousers. "Like how easy it would be for me to shove my cock in your ass right now and fuck you raw?"
"Yes." Reita's voice broke, and he drew a deep breath, turning his head and rubbing his face into the sheets. He pushed back against Ruki, grinding his cleft against his crotch, sobbing into the bed. He needed to cum, needed to be hurt, didn't know what he needed, just that he needed something, and Ruki was the only one who could give it to him.
He cried out when Ruki gripped his arms and wrenched them behind his back, pressing his torso further into the mattress, forcing him to turn his head so he could breathe. He looked up to see Ruki unzipping his jeans again, quickly lifting his gaze to his eyes, not wanting to fuck up now, after he'd been so good all evening. Ruki gripped both his wrists tightly with one hand, holding him still and grabbing his dick, slapping it against Reita's ass. "Beg me not to."
Reita was certain he was vague on purpose, and instead of asking him to clarify, he decided to take a chance, no matter how revealing it might be. "Please don't chop my balls off, Sir."
Ruki moaned deeply, stroking his cock while looking down at him, tilting his head. "Why not? We already agreed I could if I wanted to."
Reita shuddered, pretending to try to wiggle out of Ruki's grip, grinning when he leaned more of his weight on him to hold him still. "If you cut them off, you can't use them as a punching bag."
"True." Ruki pursed his lips as if in thought, stroking himself faster, rocking his hips against his hand. "But I'd still have your dick for that."
Reita moaned, wishing he had enough leverage to push back against Ruki, grind his ass against him until he came. "You can only get rid of them once. If you leave them, you can threaten me with castration whenever it's convenient, Sir."
"Now we're talking." Ruki was starting to sound breathless, and he let go of his dick to smack Reita's ass, grabbing it and holding it still while he rutted against him. He didn't fuck him, but the position was a close enough comparison that Reita could have closed his eyes and imagined it, if he didn't know he'd be punished for breaking eye contact. "No one told you to stop, bitch."
"Please, Sir." Reita was growing incoherent, exhausted and sore, mind too foggy to form proper sentences, but he had a feeling Ruki didn't mind. "Please don't cut them off, Sir, please."
The sound of his broken voice was enough to set Ruki off, moaning and grinding against him, spattering his lower back with cum. Reita held his breath to hear him better, loving the sight of Ruki cumming, especially from this angle. It hurt to crane his neck, but he loved the view too much, and what was one more sore muscle in the grand scheme of things, anyway?
Ruki eventually pulled back, wiping his dick on Reita's ass and tucking himself back in, before grabbing his hair, pulling him to his feet and shoving him to his knees in the same motion. He held him there for a second, head tipped back, hands gripping the edge of the bed to keep from trying to pull Ruki's arm away, wincing at the pain in his scalp. He sobbed, licked his lips, and looked straight up at Ruki, trying to focus on his face through the tears welling up in his eyes. "May I cum now, Sir?"
For the most part, Ruki managed to keep his expression unreadable, but there was a telltale twitch of the corner of his mouth that told Reita that was exactly the sentence he'd been waiting for. He leaned down until his head was right next to Reita's, nipping at his ear once, twice, then biting down hard enough that he cried out, trying to twist away despite the vice grip Ruki had on his hair. "No."
More tears spilled down Reita's cheeks, and he almost disobeyed immediately, his dick twitching with desire. Fuck, he loved hearing that word from Ruki's lips, so much that he had to hear it again, consequences be damned. "Please let me cum, Sir, I've been so good today."
"I don't care. I said no, and I meant no." Ruki let go of his hair and crouched behind him, and Reita leaned back against his chest, letting the tears fall freely, chest trembling with quiet sobs and less quiet moans. He was so close, it would just take a little more, and his hands tingled with the need to touch himself, so he blindly fumbled for Ruki's arms, gripping them tight as he fought the urge to jerk himself off.
Ruki stayed behind him, eventually wrapping his arms around him when Reita's soft cries turned into desperate wailing, his shirt getting wet with tears, hips starting to move on their own. He humped the air for a good minute, surprised Ruki let him, riding the edge until the need to cum passed, and he slumped back with a deep gasp.
"Thank you, Sir." His voice was hoarse, and he tried to speak up properly, but Ruki hushed him, clasping one hand over his mouth.
"I know. Just breathe, take your time, let me know if you need anything." Reita nodded, turning around and burying his face in Ruki's shoulder, sighing when the leash was unclipped from his collar and arms wrapped around him protectively. He was uncomfortable, warm, damp, sticky, sore all over, and while he was still hard as a fucking rock, he felt sated in a way an orgasm alone couldn't give.
Eventually, he lifted his head, looking up at Ruki's face with tired eyes. "I'm good, mostly."
"Good." Ruki ran his fingers through Reita's hair, brushing it back, before wiping his cheeks, rubbing the tear stains away. "How do you like your new workout partner?"
Reita looked back at the bed and the doll almost hanging off the edge. "I hate it, thanks." Ruki just laughed, knowing the difference between his sarcastic tone and his normal voice, but Reita rolled his eyes at him anyway. "You're such a dick."
"The sky is blue, grass is green, water is wet," Ruki let the sentence trail off, leaning in to kiss Reita's temple. "And I love you too."
Reita huffed, glaring at the doll one more time before turning to look at Ruki again. "Did you really leave me to fuck it for an hour?"
"Fifty-six minutes, to be exact."
"Damn."
"Yeah, you've got stamina, it's the premature ejaculation we gotta work on."
Reita winced, his cheeks turning red and blood pumping through his body a little faster. "That's just the effect you have on me."
"I know. For fifty-six minutes, you pounded that toy without losing control, but the second I stepped into the room, you started slipping. It's honestly pretty sexy."
"You're good." Reita closed his eyes again, trying to ignore the blush heating his face. "Scratch that, you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me."
Ruki's head rested on top of his, and with his mouth partly buried in his tangled, sweaty hair, it was almost hard to make out the words, but Reita heard him clearly, maybe because he already knew what he was going to say. "Likewise."