Private Rooms
Title: Private Rooms
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Niou/Yanagi, Sanada; Original Character
Theme: 415. Grave Acceptance
Words: 5,014
Genre/s: Porn. Nothing but porn.
Warnings: EXTREME BDSM THEMES - whipping, punishments, toys, sex...probably slightly more depraved than my usual porn
Worksafe: HELL NO!
Summary: Yanagi introduces Niou to an old friend, and Niou expierences why they’re old friends.
Disclaimer/Claimer: I’m not the creator of these characters, and make no money from writing this.
Note: These characters all of an age to enter into relationships such as this. (Mostly because I would be extremely disturbed if they were doing these things as teens, so just making sure that everyone else knows where my squick line is)
Also, though it's not necessary, you might want to read this one first.
Long, slender fingers ran themselves over a studded dog collar. It wasn’t removable, as it had been locked into place with a padlock. ”It looks good on you.” He had said.
It was a little embarrassing to be seen in public with it on, until he had gotten used to the stares it caused. ”I’m going to keep you. At least there wasn’t a tag stating this hanging from the collar. That meant they would definitely have another meeting. He just didn’t know when. He hadn’t even been told how to contact his now “master.”
“Stupid irony.” Niou muttered under his breath as he paid for his purchases at the grocery store. At least he wasn’t being completely kept like a pet. There was a buzz in his pocket as he walked to his small apartment. He pulled his phone out, and looked at the screen, where a text message blinked for attention.
Hello, my bitch - we’re going “clubbing”
There was something not quite right about they way that souned. There was an address and a few other instructions in the rest of the message. Niou sighed a little. On the other hand, it at least promised he’d get laid. He really wondered about Yanagi’s state of mind, but he knew that people could be different in their sexual tastes than they seemed in their normal, every day life.
At least he could eat some cup noodles before he left.
Niou looked from the “clothes” before him back to Yanagi. “You’re not serious.” He said. Yanagi narrowed his eyes.
“Do we need to go over the rules again?” He asked. Niou rolled his eyes. “And yes, I am, as you’ll be wearing less than that when we get there.” Yanagi smirked. “Trust me, you’re going to be popular.”
Niou was doubtful of that, but submitted and changed into the leather garments that left very little to the imagination. It was almost as embarrassing as the collar was at first.
“It looks better than I expected.” Yanagi said, giving Niou a look over. You could almost hear the lust dripping from his words. There was a pair of shorts that were entirely too tight and showed off Niou’s package quite vividly and a gladiator type harness that was mostly for looks across his chest. “There’s one more part, but we won’t need that until we get there.” Yanagi told him, beckoning for Niou to follow him.
Luckily for Niou, they didn’t have to be in public for too long. He really could have done without the stares to his crotch. Normally, he wouldn’t mind that kind of attention, but he was getting a few too many from not only females, but males as well.
“There is a rather even mix of the sexes here. I hope you’re not exclusively gay.” Yanagi asked. Niou snorted a little. He’d had his share of ladies at times. Niou didn’t care as long as there was a hole to fuck...at least, when he was in a posititon to be the one in control. Niou wondered in the back of his why he had been interested in a relationship like this....then again, it was somewhat exciting, not being the one in control, being told what he could or couldn’t do with his cock, being taken advantage of, being bound, gagged and any thing else that made it difficult for him, but easy for his partner. The shorts were a bit too tight for his cock to try to even twitch a little at the arousing thoughts.
There was a second when Niou wondered what he meant about not being exclusive. There must be some plans he wasn’t aware of going on. They got to the door of a brick building that didn’t look too out of the ordinary. It could have been an office building or anything else unassuming. Instead, the inside was quite open, a bar and tables set up around the edges of the open space where the techno music was blaring and some were dancing obscenely.
“Before I forget...” Yanagi said, clipping something onto Niou’s collar. “I wouldn’t, but it’s one of the rules. Unless you’re in a private room, subs must be on a leash.” He smiled a little. It was rather obvious he liked that rule.
Niou grumbled a little under his breath, but kept it down. With a bit of a sigh, he followed Yanagi into the club. There were several other pairs of doms with their subs. Many were same sex pairs, and there were some opposite sex couples, with the doms and subs varying as to who held the leash. Niou’s eyes wandered a bit, finding some of the outfits interesting, especially the ones that showed off a woman’s ass, and the ones that held up the ones with larger breast, especially when the only thing they covered was the nipples. He was about to lick his lips when there was a tug on the collar. Damn leash. He caught up to Yanagi.
“I’d punish you, but it’s your first time here, so I’ll be nice.” Yanagi said. “No wandering eyes unless I tell you so.” Niou nodded in answer, lowering his eyes a little. “Besides, we’re not here to mingle...yet.” Yanagi said. “I made a promise to a friend that she could meet my sub, and perhaps play with him.” He smiled and led Niou to the back rooms.
After opening one of the doors, Niou could see into the room. The room held several instruments that could be used - St. Andrew’s cross, whips, paddles, wall chains...It was really quite a dungeon set up for sadistic doms. There was already someone chained to the wall.
Yanagi pushed Niou forward, locking the door after him. Only the people in the room needed to know his depravity. Niou’s eyes went wide as he recognized the body against the wall. The man had a similar collar, tanned skin, sharp, proud jaw line, and dark black hair. “Sanada?” Niou said, forgetting his master’s rules. Niou was rewarded with a quick slap, as Sanada winced in shared pain. Yanagi pushed Niou to the wall.
“You know what you did.” Yanagi hissed in Niou’s ear. The whisper was dangerous, with promises of punishments to come.
“I thought I was going to have a chance to play with him?” A petite woman in a tight mini-skirt, a leather corset that emphasized he chest quite well, and boots with five inch heels that went almost up to her skirt’s hem.
Renji looked at her. “Sometimes, they just don’t know their place at the beginning.” He looked at Sanada. “Do they, Genichirou?” Sanada glared at him. Yanagi chuckled at him.
The girl came up and stretched up to give Yanagi a kiss. “Shall I punish him for you?” She asked, looking at the whips. Yanagi chuckled.
“It’s his first time, I don’t think we should be too harsh.” He said. “I suggest boot licking and oral. Don’t forget the cock ring.” He told her.
She grinned. “Gladly.” She took the leash from Yanagi and tugged Niou with her to a corner. She tossed a look back at Yanagi. “As per our agreement, you may do what you want with Sanada-kun.” She said sweetly. “He didn’t satisfy me earlier though. He’s not to orgasm tonight. I was about to whip him for it, but I forgot to unlock him. So if you could torture him by pleasuring him, then whip him for me, I won’t hurt your pet.”
“Call him what he is.” Yanagi smirked. “He’s my bitch.” She chuckled.
“I’ll take note of that.” She said, smirking back as she pulled Niou along with her. He stumbled behind her until he caught his balance.
Once they were away from the other two, Niou found himself staring at this woman who was shorter than any of the men in the room, yet radiated such a strong personality that seemed as if it could dominate even Yanagi if she tried.
“Listen up, Bitch,” She hissed on the word, “You’re mine for the next hour.” She pressed Niou up against the wall. He almost winced, but he refused to make his discomfort known. Though, she was definitely making an impression. “You will call me “mistress” - when I allow you to answer. Talking out of turn will result in five lashings. And that is easy - normally it’s twenty, but I’ll respect your master’s wishes.” She slid her knee up between Niou’s legs where she could feel things heating up. Just how she liked it. “Do you understand? You may answer.”
“Yes.” He said quietly.
“I didn’t hear anything.” She looked at him. “I saw your lips move though.”
“Yes.” He said slightly louder, and got rewarded with a slap.
“I thought Yanagi would have you broken in better than this. ‘Yes,” what, bitch?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Niou finally ground out between his teeth.
“That’s better.” She told him, as she pinned him against the wall and slipped a cold, metal ring over his cock. “I hope you have some good endurance.” She said, running her whip down his chest. She pulled the leash, and slid the loop onto a hook In the wall, and turned him to face the wall, leaving his back exposed to her. The shackles on the wall were placed around his wrists.
“Nice ass...”She said, running her hand over it, as she added a few more things to the collection. She produced a ball gag, and placed it in his mouth and tightened the straps around his head, and tied a blindfold over his eyes. Niou was tensed with a mix of anticipation, fear, and excitement.
A sharp crack and a stinging, painful sensation suddenly hit Niou’s back. It was so sudden, he couldn’t help but scream - a scream that was muffled by the gag in his mouth. Damn, that hurt! Strong little thing... Niou was rather impressed, despite the pain. She cracked her whip four more times, leaving red streaks along Niou’s back.
“I told you the punishment for disobeying me.” She said, whispering in his ear, as she worked a lubed plug into his ass. Niou just shuddered, having little idea of what was going on around him. The only thing he did know was that his erect cock was rubbing against a cold wall. Oh, the plug vibrated.
This was tortuous. Niou thought deep down. His body betrayed how much pleasure he was getting from this. His cock was harder than a rock, and the damn ring was holding him back from doing much more than leaking a bit of pre-cum. He felt the shackles being undone, and then the leash was pulled on, and he had to follow.
He was shoved roughly down onto a table, and the plug was removed. He felt a pair of legs slide around him, and then the plug was being replaced by a dildo - it was too cold to be actual flesh. He realized it was a strap-on when it started moving in and out of him. He moaned around the ball stuck in his mouth. The mistress leaned up by his ear. “This is why the newbies always get gagged. They don’t know enough to keep silent when they’re getting fucked up the ass.”
Niou would have normally ground out something sarcastic, but his mouth was full, and she probably would have gave him more than just those five lashes from earlier. He supposed the gag was definitely in his best interested. She resumed her pace, slamming in him from the rear. It wasn’t quite as painful as the whip, which was a slight relief. He could smell the excitement that the mistress was getting from this - she must have her own vibrator to be getting pleasure from this.
“I was just starting to have fun. It seems our time is running short though.” Her sickly sweet voice told him, removing the items from his face. “You’ve been a fairly good bitch though...” She trailed off. “I think I’ll reward you with the clean up.” She laid back on the table, spread eagle. “Come, bitch, come lick up your mistress’ cum.” She ordered, beckoning Niou closer, pulling on his leash to emphasize the order.
Niou balked for a moment, but took a breath and leaned down to her lower lips. The smell of sex was overwhelming. He closed his eyes, and ran his tongue down her slit, sliding it all around her. The “reward” was hearing her moan in pleasure as he was tortured by not being able to have his own orgasm. Damn bitch... He thought as he heard footsteps. He wasn’t told by her to stop, so he was obliged to finished.
A few moments later, the mistress had shuddered in a tight, hard orgasm.
“You look like you enjoyed that.” Yanagi said, standing in a corner, with Sanada right behind him. “I take it he was cooperative?”
She smiled. “Well, I did have to punish him my way once, but I was pleased.”
Yanagi inspected the damage she had done to Niou’s back. “You did go easy on him.” He had seen what she could truly do if she extremely pissed at her sub.
“That was easy?” Niou exclaimed, rewarded by both Yanagi and the woman slapping him. His shoulders drooped. He knew he shouldn’t have said anything, but still...
Turning back to the woman, Yanagi smiled wryly. “At least there won’t be any permanent damage. Thank you, Masami-chan.” He leaned down again and gave her a kiss. “And Genichirou has been properly tortured. I have to agree, he isn’t up to his best tonight.”
“Ah, it’s not just me then.” Masami said, sighing.
“Do you need a proper partner?” Yanagi asked her. Masami grinned.
“You’re offering?” She asked, a sparkle in her eye
“Consider it punishment for our subs abysmal behavior.” He agreed, taking the leashes of both the subs, leading them to the wall shackles again. He glanced at Niou’s still straining erection, and chuckled. “Cruel as always.” Yanagi said, locking the two back against the wall. Once their legs and arms were taut against the wall, he approached Masami again.
Masami smiled, pushing Yanagi’s cloak aside. “Of course. I suppose a mental punishment works just as well as physical, doesn’t it?” She asked, pushing against Yanagi. “Or would you like to show them how a proper sub behaves?”
Yanagi looked back at the two chained to the wall, catching the eye of Niou. “I think I agree to this.” He said. Masami grinned.
“Kneel.” She commanded Yanagi. He did so without a question. Niou had a shocked look on his face. Sanada just watched as if this was normal.
Yanagi waited patiently as Masami circled around him, inspecting him. She presented a booted foot in front of him. Yanagi bent down, licking at the toes of her boots. She smirked as he switched to her other foot. She always enjoyed watching the subs lick her boots in greeting. It always excited her in many ways.
She pushed him away, and he resumed his kneeling position. She turned to place the strap-on back around her hips. It was slightly comical to watch a woman with a dildo sticking straight out, like a permanently straining erection that would never end. She rolled a condom down it like an expert. She pulled Yanagi up to his feet, and pulled him to the table, where she pushed him onto it like she had done with Niou. Only Yanagi didn’t have the prepartion or the lack of sight or inability to speak or moan.
Yanagi presented his ass to her, and she lubed him up, taking a few moments to make sure it wasn’t going to hurt too much. Masami knelt over him and pushed it in. He didn’t make a sound as she started thrusting into him. “You were always my favorite.” She said. “Right? Speak.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Yanagi answered, still not showing any sign of pleasure, other than a hardening cock, which he was ignoring. Niou was wondering how he could do such a thing.
Masami reached around him, stroking his erection. Yanagi still showed no signs of pleasure or of anything else. He took the pounding while being teased. Niou was amazed at how the scene before him was unfolding. He glanced over at Sanada, who had watched silently, pretending it wasn’t affecting him, but he was betrayed by the cock that was pointing towards his abdomen.
Masami had finished with the strap-on, and ordered Yanagi into a sitting position. She straddled his legs, and unzipped her corset down to expose her breasts. Yanagi didn’t say or do anything. “Suck. No hands.” She ordered him, and he complied. The suction of his lips pulled her nipples to sharp points, while she slid upon his cock, her juices slickening it and making it pleasurable to ride on him. It took a lot of self control for Yanagi to hold back any possible orgasm as she did this.
When Masami had tired of this, she stood up, mostly to show the chained subs that Yanagi was still hard. She pulled him to his feet, and stood behind him, stroking him from behind. “Do you deserve to come?” She asked, not telling him to speak. Yanagi just stood there, letting her hands tease his cock while he ignored his body’s instinct. Masami smiled with delight, as she had trained him that he must ask, but if she teased him long enough, he wouldn’t last and would come without permission.
Yanagi knew what she was doing. She wanted the subs to see him get punished. He felt his body tense and his cock leaking. “You want to come, don’t you?” She asked, teasingly. “It’s so hard, and and large in my hand. I don’t think you should come though.” She said, knowing from how tight his balls were, and how hard it was throbbing in her hand that he was close to having no control over it.
“Do you want to come, slave?” She asked, still not allowing him to speak. Yanagi’s thoughts were focused on not coming, but her voice tempted him so. “You want to come, I know you do.” Masami’s sweet voice coyly teased his mind as her hand squeezed his cock tightly as she twisted her hand just in the right way..
Yanagi tried hard to not to speak. That part he suceeded in. The part he didn’t suceed in was not coming all over Masami’s hand. “Oh, dear.” She said in her coy voice. “You came, you stupid bitch!” She cried, slapping Yanagi across the face. He didn’t flinch once.. Masami shoved him to the floor as she wiped her hand off on his chest.
Sanada still didn’t show any signs of this being unusual. Niou’s eyes were almost bugging out of his face as he watched this.
Yanagi lowered his head. He knew she had done this on purpose. It was mostly to show Niou what she could do when you disobeyed her when you were her sub. Masami took Yanagi to one of the devices in the room, the St. Andrew’s cross, where she pushed him hard against it, his chest touching the boards. Masami closed the shackles of the cross around his ankles and wrists. Niou thought that made the wall shackles look comfortable.
Masami cracked her whip through the air, making a sharp snap. “What do you have to say for yourself, slave? Speak.” She ordered, a hard edge to her voice.
“I apologize for disappointing Mistress.” Yanagi said, truly sounding pitiful. Masami cracked the whip against his back, leaving a small welt.
“Not good enough.” She said, cracking the whip against his ass this time. “Speak.”
“I disobeyed Mistress.” Yanagi continued on, not flinching as she inflicted three more welts against his skin. “I came when I should not have.” He continued, the whipping contnuing. Five more lashes came upon him.
Niou winced as he watched his master suffer this punishment. Then again, that could have been him earlier. Niou counted ten more cracks of leather against skin. That was what, twenty now? And oddly enough, not one of them were bleeding. It only made Yanagi’s skin welt red.
“You still haven’t said what I wanted to hear.” Masami said, sounding extremely pissed as she lashed across his ass five more times. “You know what I want to hear. Speak, bitch!”
“I...I apologize, Mistress. I will not disobey you again.” Five more cracks against his skin. “I...I beg your forgiveness.” Yanagi finally said, after a moment.
“Beg harder.” Masami said, with a round of ten more lashings.
“Please, Mistress!” yanagi actually sounded like he was pleading. “I will not disobey your orders again. I promise I won’t.” He said, earning five more lashes. “Please, Mistress, stop...” His voice was finally dropping to an almost whisper, sounding like he was actually in pain at this point - and he was. “Please! Forgive me! I won’t come without permission again!”
At this point, it was almost painful for Niou to watch this go on. He turned his eyes to Sanada, who still looked like this was normal.
Masami looked up at Niou. “Disobeying a ‘no cum’ order is fifty lashes.” She said. “Begging forgiveness is only part of it - it doesn’t change the amount of the lashes.” She told him. Niou shuddered at that.
Yanagi’s back was all red as Masami released him. Oddly enough, even through that physical punishment, Yanagi had an erection. Niou stared at it in wonder - he got off on this?!
Masami looked at her current slave in pity. “You’re such a good slave, taking your punishment like a good little bitch would.” She said, in that sickly sweet voice that made her sound almost evil. “Would my bitch like a treat? Speak.”
“If Mistress desires to give me a treat.” Yanagi answered non-committally.
Masami smiled at him. “You begged well and didn’t scream once. I will reward this.” She said, kneeling down, so that she was right in front of his cock. “I will suck you off. You may come after three minutes.” She said, setting a timer. “Come before that, and you’ll get another ten lashings. Is this agreeable? Speak.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Yanagi answered. Upon answering, Masami wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking lightly, teasing his length with her tongue, teasing the slit, licking up the pre-cum. Masami traced the girth of his erect penis with her tongue, covering every centimeter with her saliva, making sure she teased him into a full, rock hard erection. It wasn’t a difficult task. The whipping had seen to that.
The timer went off, and Masami relaxed her more intense efforts, taking it easy, before taking his length down her throat, letting him fuck her mouth as much as he wanted. It wasn’t long before Yanagi released his allowed orgasm. Masami pulled back, looking up at him.
“You’re released, slave.” She told him. Yanagi bowed to her. Again, they were equals. He looked over at Niou.
“You’re lucky she’s willing to take it easy on new subs.” Yanagi told him. “Some doms aren’t that nice.” Niou nodded, gulping. Would Yanagi make him do something with one of those types?
Masami came up to Yanagi with his cloak and some soothing cream. “You’ll need that.” Yanagi nodded, knowing he did. He released Niou from his wall shackles, while Masami left Sanada in his.
“Thank you, Masami-chan.” Yanagi told her. “I’m glad you’ve had the chance to meet Masaharu. Do you think he’ll be a good sub?” He asked.
“With a bit of work, he should be as good as you.” She smiled up at him. “Are you going to take him around the club, Renji-kun?” She asked.
“I’m going to show off my bitch, but not let him be used.” Yanagi promised. “Except perhaps by you. I always enjoy being ridden by you - perhaps you should let him expierence that.”
“I’ll consider that - after all, that’s only for my favorites, and I get the feeling you don’t want to share him more than necessary.” Yanagi chuckled.
“Perhaps you are right.” He said, grabbing Niou’s leash, and pulled him along. “We’ll be off now.” With another bow to Masami, he pulled Niou’s leash as they left the private room.
Niou was in too much shock to even think of mouthing off. He also wondered when he had lost his tiny pair of shorts - that’s how dazed he was. Yanagi looked at him, and decided to take a bit of pity on him. He went to request a key for another private room, and led Niou into it.
This one was more calming, actually containing a bed, and very few actual scary things like shackles and crosses. Yanagi led Niou to the bed, and unclipped the leash for the moment. He removed his cloak and handed Niou the cream. “Apply this to my back.” He ordered.
Niou did so, feeling relieved that he was doing this. Those welts looked painful, despite having not broken skin. The pain was confirmed when he heard Yanagi hiss at the application of the cream.
Yanagi sighed though. Niou wasn’t sure what to do - after all, he wasn’t allowed to speak unless told to.
“Surprising, wasn’t it?” Yanagi asked him. “That I would enjoy being in the same position as you.” He mused. “Masami is very sadistic and believes in punishing her subs quite physically. Yes, I even enjoyed being whipped like that. Despite the pain fifty lashes can be, it’s still fulfilling - especially if she gives you a blow job like that at the end.” He commented. Niou just rubbed some more cream into his back. “I used to be her slave for about two years. Genichirou and I used to be both hers at the same time. She released me, as she realized I was too strong willed for her - we decided we were better off as equals. Even though once she starts commanding me, that slave training kicks in, as you just expierenced.”
Niou just huffed a little. Obviously. Was Yanagi planning on breaking him completely like that - respond to him automatically through subtle cues. Niou had finished applying the cream to Yanagi’s back, so he sat up, and handed the tube back to Yanagi, who turned Niou around, so Niou’s back was to him. Niou was surprised when the cream was applied to his short lashes.
“She suggested that I might enjoy having my own sub.” Yanagi continued on. “I’m a bit softer on them though. As long as you obey, I won’t hurt you. And my punishments are rarely physical. The physical ones are reserved for extreme offenses.” Niou didn’t want to think about that “They’re also more creative.”
Yanagi smirked a little. “I suppose you have some questions. You may ask one.”
Niou had to think about this. “Where did you meet....Mistress Masami?” He decided that was the safest way to adress that question.
Yanagi laughed. “Here, actually. I didn’t have anyone with me, so I wasn’t going to be allowed to enter. She had one of her former subs with her, but she was more interested in me - so she took off his collar and leash, and offered it to me. I didn’t want to go in as a sub, but it would at least get me in.” Yanagi recounted. “And she...introduced me to her rules.” He said, remembering that night quite well. He’d had more than just fifty lashes that night, and it didn’t end in a nice blow job. It had ended with his back entirely red, and his cock in pain from her cock rings and other cock torture devices. That reminded him, as he looked over at Niou’s crotch. He still had the ring on, but he was no longer hard.
“Lie on your back.” Yanagi order, no longer wanting to think about the past. His slave for now was in front of him. Niou was confused, but did as he was told. He was more confused when Yanagi wrapped his lips around his cock. Niou caught a moan in his throat. Would Yanagi be as bad as her if he made any sound of pleasure without being gagged? Once Niou was hard, Yanagi was satisfied, and started stroking himself. The unspoken rule of torturing Sanada was that he wasn’t allowed to penetrate him - either anally or orally. Masami had told him that he was to act as a sub even though he was the master. She had punishments set out for him if he violated that contract.
And despite Masami’s blow job, it wasn’t quite the same. He spread Niou’s legs apart, he looked hungry. From a hidden pocket in the cloak he liked to wear, he pulled out a small bottle of lube, and lubed up Niou’s entrance. Niou was beyond confused, but he was now confused and aroused. He made only the slightest of noise as Yanagi penetrated him, and pounded into him even quicker and harder than Masami had with her strap-on. It was just a wild, violent, carnal instinct that Niou was being the recipient of.
Niou lay there as Yanagi finished, the warmth of his semen splashing into him signaling that he was finished. It made Niou realize that he was no longer his own person - he was now a slave to another’s passion. He understood what he was.
He lay there quiet as Yanagi cleaned up. Upon cleaning up that mess, he released the cock ring that was around the base of Niou’s cock, and continued with the blow job he had started. Niou wasn’t sure if he was supposed to come, hold back, or what - and he didn’t dare ask. He didn’t have to, as there was a pause.
“You may come when you wish.” Yanagi told him, taking him back into his mouth.
Niou hadn’t heard such a sweeter sentence as his body spilled its built up seed into Yanagi’s mouth. At least, despite being a slave to Yanagi’s passions, he still got his rocks off too.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Niou/Yanagi, Sanada; Original Character
Theme: 415. Grave Acceptance
Words: 5,014
Genre/s: Porn. Nothing but porn.
Warnings: EXTREME BDSM THEMES - whipping, punishments, toys, sex...probably slightly more depraved than my usual porn
Worksafe: HELL NO!
Summary: Yanagi introduces Niou to an old friend, and Niou expierences why they’re old friends.
Disclaimer/Claimer: I’m not the creator of these characters, and make no money from writing this.
Note: These characters all of an age to enter into relationships such as this. (Mostly because I would be extremely disturbed if they were doing these things as teens, so just making sure that everyone else knows where my squick line is)
Also, though it's not necessary, you might want to read this one first.
Long, slender fingers ran themselves over a studded dog collar. It wasn’t removable, as it had been locked into place with a padlock. ”It looks good on you.” He had said.
It was a little embarrassing to be seen in public with it on, until he had gotten used to the stares it caused. ”I’m going to keep you. At least there wasn’t a tag stating this hanging from the collar. That meant they would definitely have another meeting. He just didn’t know when. He hadn’t even been told how to contact his now “master.”
“Stupid irony.” Niou muttered under his breath as he paid for his purchases at the grocery store. At least he wasn’t being completely kept like a pet. There was a buzz in his pocket as he walked to his small apartment. He pulled his phone out, and looked at the screen, where a text message blinked for attention.
Hello, my bitch - we’re going “clubbing”
There was something not quite right about they way that souned. There was an address and a few other instructions in the rest of the message. Niou sighed a little. On the other hand, it at least promised he’d get laid. He really wondered about Yanagi’s state of mind, but he knew that people could be different in their sexual tastes than they seemed in their normal, every day life.
At least he could eat some cup noodles before he left.
Niou looked from the “clothes” before him back to Yanagi. “You’re not serious.” He said. Yanagi narrowed his eyes.
“Do we need to go over the rules again?” He asked. Niou rolled his eyes. “And yes, I am, as you’ll be wearing less than that when we get there.” Yanagi smirked. “Trust me, you’re going to be popular.”
Niou was doubtful of that, but submitted and changed into the leather garments that left very little to the imagination. It was almost as embarrassing as the collar was at first.
“It looks better than I expected.” Yanagi said, giving Niou a look over. You could almost hear the lust dripping from his words. There was a pair of shorts that were entirely too tight and showed off Niou’s package quite vividly and a gladiator type harness that was mostly for looks across his chest. “There’s one more part, but we won’t need that until we get there.” Yanagi told him, beckoning for Niou to follow him.
Luckily for Niou, they didn’t have to be in public for too long. He really could have done without the stares to his crotch. Normally, he wouldn’t mind that kind of attention, but he was getting a few too many from not only females, but males as well.
“There is a rather even mix of the sexes here. I hope you’re not exclusively gay.” Yanagi asked. Niou snorted a little. He’d had his share of ladies at times. Niou didn’t care as long as there was a hole to fuck...at least, when he was in a posititon to be the one in control. Niou wondered in the back of his why he had been interested in a relationship like this....then again, it was somewhat exciting, not being the one in control, being told what he could or couldn’t do with his cock, being taken advantage of, being bound, gagged and any thing else that made it difficult for him, but easy for his partner. The shorts were a bit too tight for his cock to try to even twitch a little at the arousing thoughts.
There was a second when Niou wondered what he meant about not being exclusive. There must be some plans he wasn’t aware of going on. They got to the door of a brick building that didn’t look too out of the ordinary. It could have been an office building or anything else unassuming. Instead, the inside was quite open, a bar and tables set up around the edges of the open space where the techno music was blaring and some were dancing obscenely.
“Before I forget...” Yanagi said, clipping something onto Niou’s collar. “I wouldn’t, but it’s one of the rules. Unless you’re in a private room, subs must be on a leash.” He smiled a little. It was rather obvious he liked that rule.
Niou grumbled a little under his breath, but kept it down. With a bit of a sigh, he followed Yanagi into the club. There were several other pairs of doms with their subs. Many were same sex pairs, and there were some opposite sex couples, with the doms and subs varying as to who held the leash. Niou’s eyes wandered a bit, finding some of the outfits interesting, especially the ones that showed off a woman’s ass, and the ones that held up the ones with larger breast, especially when the only thing they covered was the nipples. He was about to lick his lips when there was a tug on the collar. Damn leash. He caught up to Yanagi.
“I’d punish you, but it’s your first time here, so I’ll be nice.” Yanagi said. “No wandering eyes unless I tell you so.” Niou nodded in answer, lowering his eyes a little. “Besides, we’re not here to mingle...yet.” Yanagi said. “I made a promise to a friend that she could meet my sub, and perhaps play with him.” He smiled and led Niou to the back rooms.
After opening one of the doors, Niou could see into the room. The room held several instruments that could be used - St. Andrew’s cross, whips, paddles, wall chains...It was really quite a dungeon set up for sadistic doms. There was already someone chained to the wall.
Yanagi pushed Niou forward, locking the door after him. Only the people in the room needed to know his depravity. Niou’s eyes went wide as he recognized the body against the wall. The man had a similar collar, tanned skin, sharp, proud jaw line, and dark black hair. “Sanada?” Niou said, forgetting his master’s rules. Niou was rewarded with a quick slap, as Sanada winced in shared pain. Yanagi pushed Niou to the wall.
“You know what you did.” Yanagi hissed in Niou’s ear. The whisper was dangerous, with promises of punishments to come.
“I thought I was going to have a chance to play with him?” A petite woman in a tight mini-skirt, a leather corset that emphasized he chest quite well, and boots with five inch heels that went almost up to her skirt’s hem.
Renji looked at her. “Sometimes, they just don’t know their place at the beginning.” He looked at Sanada. “Do they, Genichirou?” Sanada glared at him. Yanagi chuckled at him.
The girl came up and stretched up to give Yanagi a kiss. “Shall I punish him for you?” She asked, looking at the whips. Yanagi chuckled.
“It’s his first time, I don’t think we should be too harsh.” He said. “I suggest boot licking and oral. Don’t forget the cock ring.” He told her.
She grinned. “Gladly.” She took the leash from Yanagi and tugged Niou with her to a corner. She tossed a look back at Yanagi. “As per our agreement, you may do what you want with Sanada-kun.” She said sweetly. “He didn’t satisfy me earlier though. He’s not to orgasm tonight. I was about to whip him for it, but I forgot to unlock him. So if you could torture him by pleasuring him, then whip him for me, I won’t hurt your pet.”
“Call him what he is.” Yanagi smirked. “He’s my bitch.” She chuckled.
“I’ll take note of that.” She said, smirking back as she pulled Niou along with her. He stumbled behind her until he caught his balance.
Once they were away from the other two, Niou found himself staring at this woman who was shorter than any of the men in the room, yet radiated such a strong personality that seemed as if it could dominate even Yanagi if she tried.
“Listen up, Bitch,” She hissed on the word, “You’re mine for the next hour.” She pressed Niou up against the wall. He almost winced, but he refused to make his discomfort known. Though, she was definitely making an impression. “You will call me “mistress” - when I allow you to answer. Talking out of turn will result in five lashings. And that is easy - normally it’s twenty, but I’ll respect your master’s wishes.” She slid her knee up between Niou’s legs where she could feel things heating up. Just how she liked it. “Do you understand? You may answer.”
“Yes.” He said quietly.
“I didn’t hear anything.” She looked at him. “I saw your lips move though.”
“Yes.” He said slightly louder, and got rewarded with a slap.
“I thought Yanagi would have you broken in better than this. ‘Yes,” what, bitch?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Niou finally ground out between his teeth.
“That’s better.” She told him, as she pinned him against the wall and slipped a cold, metal ring over his cock. “I hope you have some good endurance.” She said, running her whip down his chest. She pulled the leash, and slid the loop onto a hook In the wall, and turned him to face the wall, leaving his back exposed to her. The shackles on the wall were placed around his wrists.
“Nice ass...”She said, running her hand over it, as she added a few more things to the collection. She produced a ball gag, and placed it in his mouth and tightened the straps around his head, and tied a blindfold over his eyes. Niou was tensed with a mix of anticipation, fear, and excitement.
A sharp crack and a stinging, painful sensation suddenly hit Niou’s back. It was so sudden, he couldn’t help but scream - a scream that was muffled by the gag in his mouth. Damn, that hurt! Strong little thing... Niou was rather impressed, despite the pain. She cracked her whip four more times, leaving red streaks along Niou’s back.
“I told you the punishment for disobeying me.” She said, whispering in his ear, as she worked a lubed plug into his ass. Niou just shuddered, having little idea of what was going on around him. The only thing he did know was that his erect cock was rubbing against a cold wall. Oh, the plug vibrated.
This was tortuous. Niou thought deep down. His body betrayed how much pleasure he was getting from this. His cock was harder than a rock, and the damn ring was holding him back from doing much more than leaking a bit of pre-cum. He felt the shackles being undone, and then the leash was pulled on, and he had to follow.
He was shoved roughly down onto a table, and the plug was removed. He felt a pair of legs slide around him, and then the plug was being replaced by a dildo - it was too cold to be actual flesh. He realized it was a strap-on when it started moving in and out of him. He moaned around the ball stuck in his mouth. The mistress leaned up by his ear. “This is why the newbies always get gagged. They don’t know enough to keep silent when they’re getting fucked up the ass.”
Niou would have normally ground out something sarcastic, but his mouth was full, and she probably would have gave him more than just those five lashes from earlier. He supposed the gag was definitely in his best interested. She resumed her pace, slamming in him from the rear. It wasn’t quite as painful as the whip, which was a slight relief. He could smell the excitement that the mistress was getting from this - she must have her own vibrator to be getting pleasure from this.
“I was just starting to have fun. It seems our time is running short though.” Her sickly sweet voice told him, removing the items from his face. “You’ve been a fairly good bitch though...” She trailed off. “I think I’ll reward you with the clean up.” She laid back on the table, spread eagle. “Come, bitch, come lick up your mistress’ cum.” She ordered, beckoning Niou closer, pulling on his leash to emphasize the order.
Niou balked for a moment, but took a breath and leaned down to her lower lips. The smell of sex was overwhelming. He closed his eyes, and ran his tongue down her slit, sliding it all around her. The “reward” was hearing her moan in pleasure as he was tortured by not being able to have his own orgasm. Damn bitch... He thought as he heard footsteps. He wasn’t told by her to stop, so he was obliged to finished.
A few moments later, the mistress had shuddered in a tight, hard orgasm.
“You look like you enjoyed that.” Yanagi said, standing in a corner, with Sanada right behind him. “I take it he was cooperative?”
She smiled. “Well, I did have to punish him my way once, but I was pleased.”
Yanagi inspected the damage she had done to Niou’s back. “You did go easy on him.” He had seen what she could truly do if she extremely pissed at her sub.
“That was easy?” Niou exclaimed, rewarded by both Yanagi and the woman slapping him. His shoulders drooped. He knew he shouldn’t have said anything, but still...
Turning back to the woman, Yanagi smiled wryly. “At least there won’t be any permanent damage. Thank you, Masami-chan.” He leaned down again and gave her a kiss. “And Genichirou has been properly tortured. I have to agree, he isn’t up to his best tonight.”
“Ah, it’s not just me then.” Masami said, sighing.
“Do you need a proper partner?” Yanagi asked her. Masami grinned.
“You’re offering?” She asked, a sparkle in her eye
“Consider it punishment for our subs abysmal behavior.” He agreed, taking the leashes of both the subs, leading them to the wall shackles again. He glanced at Niou’s still straining erection, and chuckled. “Cruel as always.” Yanagi said, locking the two back against the wall. Once their legs and arms were taut against the wall, he approached Masami again.
Masami smiled, pushing Yanagi’s cloak aside. “Of course. I suppose a mental punishment works just as well as physical, doesn’t it?” She asked, pushing against Yanagi. “Or would you like to show them how a proper sub behaves?”
Yanagi looked back at the two chained to the wall, catching the eye of Niou. “I think I agree to this.” He said. Masami grinned.
“Kneel.” She commanded Yanagi. He did so without a question. Niou had a shocked look on his face. Sanada just watched as if this was normal.
Yanagi waited patiently as Masami circled around him, inspecting him. She presented a booted foot in front of him. Yanagi bent down, licking at the toes of her boots. She smirked as he switched to her other foot. She always enjoyed watching the subs lick her boots in greeting. It always excited her in many ways.
She pushed him away, and he resumed his kneeling position. She turned to place the strap-on back around her hips. It was slightly comical to watch a woman with a dildo sticking straight out, like a permanently straining erection that would never end. She rolled a condom down it like an expert. She pulled Yanagi up to his feet, and pulled him to the table, where she pushed him onto it like she had done with Niou. Only Yanagi didn’t have the prepartion or the lack of sight or inability to speak or moan.
Yanagi presented his ass to her, and she lubed him up, taking a few moments to make sure it wasn’t going to hurt too much. Masami knelt over him and pushed it in. He didn’t make a sound as she started thrusting into him. “You were always my favorite.” She said. “Right? Speak.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Yanagi answered, still not showing any sign of pleasure, other than a hardening cock, which he was ignoring. Niou was wondering how he could do such a thing.
Masami reached around him, stroking his erection. Yanagi still showed no signs of pleasure or of anything else. He took the pounding while being teased. Niou was amazed at how the scene before him was unfolding. He glanced over at Sanada, who had watched silently, pretending it wasn’t affecting him, but he was betrayed by the cock that was pointing towards his abdomen.
Masami had finished with the strap-on, and ordered Yanagi into a sitting position. She straddled his legs, and unzipped her corset down to expose her breasts. Yanagi didn’t say or do anything. “Suck. No hands.” She ordered him, and he complied. The suction of his lips pulled her nipples to sharp points, while she slid upon his cock, her juices slickening it and making it pleasurable to ride on him. It took a lot of self control for Yanagi to hold back any possible orgasm as she did this.
When Masami had tired of this, she stood up, mostly to show the chained subs that Yanagi was still hard. She pulled him to his feet, and stood behind him, stroking him from behind. “Do you deserve to come?” She asked, not telling him to speak. Yanagi just stood there, letting her hands tease his cock while he ignored his body’s instinct. Masami smiled with delight, as she had trained him that he must ask, but if she teased him long enough, he wouldn’t last and would come without permission.
Yanagi knew what she was doing. She wanted the subs to see him get punished. He felt his body tense and his cock leaking. “You want to come, don’t you?” She asked, teasingly. “It’s so hard, and and large in my hand. I don’t think you should come though.” She said, knowing from how tight his balls were, and how hard it was throbbing in her hand that he was close to having no control over it.
“Do you want to come, slave?” She asked, still not allowing him to speak. Yanagi’s thoughts were focused on not coming, but her voice tempted him so. “You want to come, I know you do.” Masami’s sweet voice coyly teased his mind as her hand squeezed his cock tightly as she twisted her hand just in the right way..
Yanagi tried hard to not to speak. That part he suceeded in. The part he didn’t suceed in was not coming all over Masami’s hand. “Oh, dear.” She said in her coy voice. “You came, you stupid bitch!” She cried, slapping Yanagi across the face. He didn’t flinch once.. Masami shoved him to the floor as she wiped her hand off on his chest.
Sanada still didn’t show any signs of this being unusual. Niou’s eyes were almost bugging out of his face as he watched this.
Yanagi lowered his head. He knew she had done this on purpose. It was mostly to show Niou what she could do when you disobeyed her when you were her sub. Masami took Yanagi to one of the devices in the room, the St. Andrew’s cross, where she pushed him hard against it, his chest touching the boards. Masami closed the shackles of the cross around his ankles and wrists. Niou thought that made the wall shackles look comfortable.
Masami cracked her whip through the air, making a sharp snap. “What do you have to say for yourself, slave? Speak.” She ordered, a hard edge to her voice.
“I apologize for disappointing Mistress.” Yanagi said, truly sounding pitiful. Masami cracked the whip against his back, leaving a small welt.
“Not good enough.” She said, cracking the whip against his ass this time. “Speak.”
“I disobeyed Mistress.” Yanagi continued on, not flinching as she inflicted three more welts against his skin. “I came when I should not have.” He continued, the whipping contnuing. Five more lashes came upon him.
Niou winced as he watched his master suffer this punishment. Then again, that could have been him earlier. Niou counted ten more cracks of leather against skin. That was what, twenty now? And oddly enough, not one of them were bleeding. It only made Yanagi’s skin welt red.
“You still haven’t said what I wanted to hear.” Masami said, sounding extremely pissed as she lashed across his ass five more times. “You know what I want to hear. Speak, bitch!”
“I...I apologize, Mistress. I will not disobey you again.” Five more cracks against his skin. “I...I beg your forgiveness.” Yanagi finally said, after a moment.
“Beg harder.” Masami said, with a round of ten more lashings.
“Please, Mistress!” yanagi actually sounded like he was pleading. “I will not disobey your orders again. I promise I won’t.” He said, earning five more lashes. “Please, Mistress, stop...” His voice was finally dropping to an almost whisper, sounding like he was actually in pain at this point - and he was. “Please! Forgive me! I won’t come without permission again!”
At this point, it was almost painful for Niou to watch this go on. He turned his eyes to Sanada, who still looked like this was normal.
Masami looked up at Niou. “Disobeying a ‘no cum’ order is fifty lashes.” She said. “Begging forgiveness is only part of it - it doesn’t change the amount of the lashes.” She told him. Niou shuddered at that.
Yanagi’s back was all red as Masami released him. Oddly enough, even through that physical punishment, Yanagi had an erection. Niou stared at it in wonder - he got off on this?!
Masami looked at her current slave in pity. “You’re such a good slave, taking your punishment like a good little bitch would.” She said, in that sickly sweet voice that made her sound almost evil. “Would my bitch like a treat? Speak.”
“If Mistress desires to give me a treat.” Yanagi answered non-committally.
Masami smiled at him. “You begged well and didn’t scream once. I will reward this.” She said, kneeling down, so that she was right in front of his cock. “I will suck you off. You may come after three minutes.” She said, setting a timer. “Come before that, and you’ll get another ten lashings. Is this agreeable? Speak.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Yanagi answered. Upon answering, Masami wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking lightly, teasing his length with her tongue, teasing the slit, licking up the pre-cum. Masami traced the girth of his erect penis with her tongue, covering every centimeter with her saliva, making sure she teased him into a full, rock hard erection. It wasn’t a difficult task. The whipping had seen to that.
The timer went off, and Masami relaxed her more intense efforts, taking it easy, before taking his length down her throat, letting him fuck her mouth as much as he wanted. It wasn’t long before Yanagi released his allowed orgasm. Masami pulled back, looking up at him.
“You’re released, slave.” She told him. Yanagi bowed to her. Again, they were equals. He looked over at Niou.
“You’re lucky she’s willing to take it easy on new subs.” Yanagi told him. “Some doms aren’t that nice.” Niou nodded, gulping. Would Yanagi make him do something with one of those types?
Masami came up to Yanagi with his cloak and some soothing cream. “You’ll need that.” Yanagi nodded, knowing he did. He released Niou from his wall shackles, while Masami left Sanada in his.
“Thank you, Masami-chan.” Yanagi told her. “I’m glad you’ve had the chance to meet Masaharu. Do you think he’ll be a good sub?” He asked.
“With a bit of work, he should be as good as you.” She smiled up at him. “Are you going to take him around the club, Renji-kun?” She asked.
“I’m going to show off my bitch, but not let him be used.” Yanagi promised. “Except perhaps by you. I always enjoy being ridden by you - perhaps you should let him expierence that.”
“I’ll consider that - after all, that’s only for my favorites, and I get the feeling you don’t want to share him more than necessary.” Yanagi chuckled.
“Perhaps you are right.” He said, grabbing Niou’s leash, and pulled him along. “We’ll be off now.” With another bow to Masami, he pulled Niou’s leash as they left the private room.
Niou was in too much shock to even think of mouthing off. He also wondered when he had lost his tiny pair of shorts - that’s how dazed he was. Yanagi looked at him, and decided to take a bit of pity on him. He went to request a key for another private room, and led Niou into it.
This one was more calming, actually containing a bed, and very few actual scary things like shackles and crosses. Yanagi led Niou to the bed, and unclipped the leash for the moment. He removed his cloak and handed Niou the cream. “Apply this to my back.” He ordered.
Niou did so, feeling relieved that he was doing this. Those welts looked painful, despite having not broken skin. The pain was confirmed when he heard Yanagi hiss at the application of the cream.
Yanagi sighed though. Niou wasn’t sure what to do - after all, he wasn’t allowed to speak unless told to.
“Surprising, wasn’t it?” Yanagi asked him. “That I would enjoy being in the same position as you.” He mused. “Masami is very sadistic and believes in punishing her subs quite physically. Yes, I even enjoyed being whipped like that. Despite the pain fifty lashes can be, it’s still fulfilling - especially if she gives you a blow job like that at the end.” He commented. Niou just rubbed some more cream into his back. “I used to be her slave for about two years. Genichirou and I used to be both hers at the same time. She released me, as she realized I was too strong willed for her - we decided we were better off as equals. Even though once she starts commanding me, that slave training kicks in, as you just expierenced.”
Niou just huffed a little. Obviously. Was Yanagi planning on breaking him completely like that - respond to him automatically through subtle cues. Niou had finished applying the cream to Yanagi’s back, so he sat up, and handed the tube back to Yanagi, who turned Niou around, so Niou’s back was to him. Niou was surprised when the cream was applied to his short lashes.
“She suggested that I might enjoy having my own sub.” Yanagi continued on. “I’m a bit softer on them though. As long as you obey, I won’t hurt you. And my punishments are rarely physical. The physical ones are reserved for extreme offenses.” Niou didn’t want to think about that “They’re also more creative.”
Yanagi smirked a little. “I suppose you have some questions. You may ask one.”
Niou had to think about this. “Where did you meet....Mistress Masami?” He decided that was the safest way to adress that question.
Yanagi laughed. “Here, actually. I didn’t have anyone with me, so I wasn’t going to be allowed to enter. She had one of her former subs with her, but she was more interested in me - so she took off his collar and leash, and offered it to me. I didn’t want to go in as a sub, but it would at least get me in.” Yanagi recounted. “And she...introduced me to her rules.” He said, remembering that night quite well. He’d had more than just fifty lashes that night, and it didn’t end in a nice blow job. It had ended with his back entirely red, and his cock in pain from her cock rings and other cock torture devices. That reminded him, as he looked over at Niou’s crotch. He still had the ring on, but he was no longer hard.
“Lie on your back.” Yanagi order, no longer wanting to think about the past. His slave for now was in front of him. Niou was confused, but did as he was told. He was more confused when Yanagi wrapped his lips around his cock. Niou caught a moan in his throat. Would Yanagi be as bad as her if he made any sound of pleasure without being gagged? Once Niou was hard, Yanagi was satisfied, and started stroking himself. The unspoken rule of torturing Sanada was that he wasn’t allowed to penetrate him - either anally or orally. Masami had told him that he was to act as a sub even though he was the master. She had punishments set out for him if he violated that contract.
And despite Masami’s blow job, it wasn’t quite the same. He spread Niou’s legs apart, he looked hungry. From a hidden pocket in the cloak he liked to wear, he pulled out a small bottle of lube, and lubed up Niou’s entrance. Niou was beyond confused, but he was now confused and aroused. He made only the slightest of noise as Yanagi penetrated him, and pounded into him even quicker and harder than Masami had with her strap-on. It was just a wild, violent, carnal instinct that Niou was being the recipient of.
Niou lay there as Yanagi finished, the warmth of his semen splashing into him signaling that he was finished. It made Niou realize that he was no longer his own person - he was now a slave to another’s passion. He understood what he was.
He lay there quiet as Yanagi cleaned up. Upon cleaning up that mess, he released the cock ring that was around the base of Niou’s cock, and continued with the blow job he had started. Niou wasn’t sure if he was supposed to come, hold back, or what - and he didn’t dare ask. He didn’t have to, as there was a pause.
“You may come when you wish.” Yanagi told him, taking him back into his mouth.
Niou hadn’t heard such a sweeter sentence as his body spilled its built up seed into Yanagi’s mouth. At least, despite being a slave to Yanagi’s passions, he still got his rocks off too.