Day 17: Zakuro's Harem
I have made not so much progress as I would like, but that's because I keep stopping to giggle at the ridiculousness of the premise. (Also, Sanzo may be playing hard to get. Typical.)
Let's call this one M/NC-17 from here on out, for the following key concepts: vast quantities of the F word, dubcon, Zakuro's fondle-y fingers, soon to be explicit sexings, slight kidnapping and other law-breaking stretching of belief, (mostly decorative) bondage, cracktastic logic, and...gold sequins.
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Zakuro reclined on a pile of cushions, more or less at eye level with the bed. Sanzo's eyes were drawn to him undoing his genie pants the way another person might rubberneck at the scene of a car accident.
"The Sultan likes to watch," said Gojyo. "He really gets off on it."
"you shall give our beloved a taste of your oral skills," declaimed Zakuro. "You will make love to his mouth with your mouth, then his cock, and then the, no doubt, velvety heaven of his ass."
Zakuro waved a hand at them. The other was already on his dick.
"Begin," he said.
Gojyo bowed, and Sanzo stood there like an idiot.
"As you command, your Eminence," said Gojyo. "But perhaps your newest treasure would prefer to be unchained?"
Gojyo gave Sanzo a significant look. Huh. Maybe Gojyo wasn't as dumb as he looked after all.
Zakuro sighed.
"Then come get the key, my beauty," he said.
He dangled it from his free hand, a delicate gold thing that matched the chains and cuffs. Gojyo got down on his hands and knees and crawled over to Zakuro. Sanzo noticed how nice and round Gojyo's ass was. Under less insane circumstances, he might've gotten hard over it as Gojyo slinked across the floor. As it was, Sanzo was still trying to get his dick to go down from Zakuro's molestations, so his arousal only became more so at the sight of Gojyo's gauze-covered body displayed before him.
Zakuro caught his eyes and smiled. Sanzo turned his head away.
"If you want the key, you have to look," said Zakuro. "Poor Gojyo's doing the hard part, after all."
Sanzo looked back to see Gojyo lowering his head, chasing after the key with his mouth as Zakuro dangled it in front of him, turning it into the excuse for an impromptu blowjob. Sanzo could hear the noises Gojyo made as he tried to suck the key away from Zakuro's cock, and he was almost-almost-jealous when Zakuro's head rolled back and his free hand twined in Gojyo's hair.
Finally, Zakuro pushed Gojyo away, and Gojyo crawled back with the key between his teeth. Sanzo took the key from him and tried not to think about what that mouth had just done-but he couldn't not think about it either-and, despite his best efforts, he shivered when Gojyo briefly pursued his fingers with his tongue.
It took Sanzo a long moment of puzzling to figure out just where, exactly, the key was supposed to go, and he frowned when he did. The key didn't open the cuffs. It just popped open the hook that attached the chains.
"What is this shit?" said Sanzo.
"The key word is unchained," said Gojyo.
Gojyo took the key from him and unfastened the chains, starting at the wrists and moving on to the ankles. Sanzo had a sharp pang of something in his stomach when Gojyo was kneeling before him, and he could see, visibly, that his idiot dick was enjoying the proximity of Gojyo.
Gojyo could see it too. And, in fact, Sanzo was so busy avoiding Gojyo's sidelong looks that it wasn't until something went snap that Sanzo saw that Gojyo hadn't unchained him at all. He'd chained them together: a set of chains ran between the cuff on Gojyo's right ankle and Sanzo's left.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" said Sanzo.
"Sorry man," said Gojyo. "Just doing my job."
He shrugged and hitched a thumb back toward Zakuro, and so it was Zakuro that bore most of Sanzo's scathing look.
"You are new to my harem, oh golden treasure," said Zakuro. "I wouldn't want you to be frightened by the sensual delights I offer you, so I find it best to make flight an undesirable option, at least until you grow accustomed to our ways."
"I don't want to be part of your fucked up fantasy," said Sanzo.
Even as he said this, half his attention was on Gojyo, who was licking his lips in a very distracting way. Sanzo shifted his ankle away and watched the chain go taut. He relaxed and it went slack again. Maybe he could trip Gojyo, pop the chains, and get away.
But Gojyo seemed to see this plan in his eyes and he shook his head.
"Why can't you just roll with it?" he said.
"Because I was kidnapped!" said Sanzo. "I don't want this."
"Right," said Gojyo. "Your not wanting this is what's making your dick hard."
Sanzo opened his mouth to lambaste him, but Gojyo took that opportunity for a big, tonsil-searching kiss. Sanzo pulled back, but Gojyo chased him, lips molding against Sanzo's. Gojyo didn't let him breathe, didn't let him think beyond the skill of his lips and tongue, how he tasted spicy and warm, with a hint of something else, something good.
When Gojyo let him go with a knowing smirk, Sanzo realized he'd stopped protesting far too long ago. To make up for what was obviously a lapse in his sanity, he jerked his leg, hard, and Gojyo stumbled, his leg pulled unexpectedly sideways. He caught himself before he hit the floor, though, and Sanzo was vaguely disappointed. Gojyo'd looked good on his-Sanzo caught himself mid-thought. No. Not thinking about it.
"Watch it, asshole," said Gojyo.
"Hmph," said Sanzo.
"Tell me," said Zakuro. "How was he?"
Gojyo rolled his eyes while his back was turned to Zakuro.
"As sweet as the first peach of the season," he said. "His flesh firm, ripe, ready to be plucked from the tree."
Sanzo nearly choked on his own tongue.
"If I don't say shit like this, I get fired," said Gojyo, sotto voice. "And let me tell you, this is by far the best steady job I've ever had."
"Fucking strangers while a nut job watches?" said Sanzo. "That's your best?"
It was appalling. Even if Gojyo was probably good at it.
"Continue," said Zakuro. "Lay him on the bed, slowly. Then show him the carnal power of the mouth."
Sanzo would kill someone if he had to spout shit like that all day.
He took a quick look over Gojyo's shoulder. Zakuro was sprawled on the cushions, one hand making leisurely strokes up and down as he watched the two of them without blinking. His turban had come off, and its feathers would probably go up Zakuro's nose any second now. It was creepy and pathetic, and Sanzo was having an awful time not laughing in his face. Even though he'd been kidnapped, he didn't feel much danger in the whole situation any more.
He wasn't so angry now, and the less angry he was, the better Gojyo looked. Sanzo gritted his teeth. He didn't have an out for this situation, not really. He didn't have any money, or a weapon, or any way of contacting the outside world. He didn't even know where he was. All he could do, for now, was endure. There would be an end to all this, and he'd never see any of these people again, ever. It was small comfort.
"You'd better be clean," said Sanzo.
Gojyo cackled. He ran tickly, evil fingers up and down Sanzo's sternum, and Sanzo had to fight with himself not to demand more.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it," he said. "You're supposed to be a swooning virgin, remember?"
Sanzo felt insulted, and he'd been insulted enough for one day. He was a man, an experienced man, and he was sick of the virgin cracks.
"I'm not going to faint at the sight of your dick," said Sanzo. "Try me."
He crossed his arms over his chest and felt how weirdly smooth the texture of his gold-painted nipples were. He tried not to think about his fingernails, tried not to think about how the gauze was slithering up between the cheeks of his ass and how that wouldn't be an issue, soon.
Real heat flashed in Gojyo's eyes.
"I'll keep it in mind," he said.
And he put a large, tanned hand in the center of Sanzo's chest and pushed him backward onto the bed.
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So...the dubcon is slowly melting away into Sanzo-plays-hard-to-get territory, because Sanzo has clearly made his choice. He thought it over. I'm hoping this comes across less Stockholm and more he's sticking around because he has great excuses not to go anywhere. (Does this make sense? Or is this hovering around the icky?) Maybe Sanzo is changing his mind awful quick, but I guess we can attribute that to Gojyo's skill in the sack? Sanzo will be less of a reactionary soon, I promise!
~later
Let's call this one M/NC-17 from here on out, for the following key concepts: vast quantities of the F word, dubcon, Zakuro's fondle-y fingers, soon to be explicit sexings, slight kidnapping and other law-breaking stretching of belief, (mostly decorative) bondage, cracktastic logic, and...gold sequins.
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Zakuro reclined on a pile of cushions, more or less at eye level with the bed. Sanzo's eyes were drawn to him undoing his genie pants the way another person might rubberneck at the scene of a car accident.
"The Sultan likes to watch," said Gojyo. "He really gets off on it."
"you shall give our beloved a taste of your oral skills," declaimed Zakuro. "You will make love to his mouth with your mouth, then his cock, and then the, no doubt, velvety heaven of his ass."
Zakuro waved a hand at them. The other was already on his dick.
"Begin," he said.
Gojyo bowed, and Sanzo stood there like an idiot.
"As you command, your Eminence," said Gojyo. "But perhaps your newest treasure would prefer to be unchained?"
Gojyo gave Sanzo a significant look. Huh. Maybe Gojyo wasn't as dumb as he looked after all.
Zakuro sighed.
"Then come get the key, my beauty," he said.
He dangled it from his free hand, a delicate gold thing that matched the chains and cuffs. Gojyo got down on his hands and knees and crawled over to Zakuro. Sanzo noticed how nice and round Gojyo's ass was. Under less insane circumstances, he might've gotten hard over it as Gojyo slinked across the floor. As it was, Sanzo was still trying to get his dick to go down from Zakuro's molestations, so his arousal only became more so at the sight of Gojyo's gauze-covered body displayed before him.
Zakuro caught his eyes and smiled. Sanzo turned his head away.
"If you want the key, you have to look," said Zakuro. "Poor Gojyo's doing the hard part, after all."
Sanzo looked back to see Gojyo lowering his head, chasing after the key with his mouth as Zakuro dangled it in front of him, turning it into the excuse for an impromptu blowjob. Sanzo could hear the noises Gojyo made as he tried to suck the key away from Zakuro's cock, and he was almost-almost-jealous when Zakuro's head rolled back and his free hand twined in Gojyo's hair.
Finally, Zakuro pushed Gojyo away, and Gojyo crawled back with the key between his teeth. Sanzo took the key from him and tried not to think about what that mouth had just done-but he couldn't not think about it either-and, despite his best efforts, he shivered when Gojyo briefly pursued his fingers with his tongue.
It took Sanzo a long moment of puzzling to figure out just where, exactly, the key was supposed to go, and he frowned when he did. The key didn't open the cuffs. It just popped open the hook that attached the chains.
"What is this shit?" said Sanzo.
"The key word is unchained," said Gojyo.
Gojyo took the key from him and unfastened the chains, starting at the wrists and moving on to the ankles. Sanzo had a sharp pang of something in his stomach when Gojyo was kneeling before him, and he could see, visibly, that his idiot dick was enjoying the proximity of Gojyo.
Gojyo could see it too. And, in fact, Sanzo was so busy avoiding Gojyo's sidelong looks that it wasn't until something went snap that Sanzo saw that Gojyo hadn't unchained him at all. He'd chained them together: a set of chains ran between the cuff on Gojyo's right ankle and Sanzo's left.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" said Sanzo.
"Sorry man," said Gojyo. "Just doing my job."
He shrugged and hitched a thumb back toward Zakuro, and so it was Zakuro that bore most of Sanzo's scathing look.
"You are new to my harem, oh golden treasure," said Zakuro. "I wouldn't want you to be frightened by the sensual delights I offer you, so I find it best to make flight an undesirable option, at least until you grow accustomed to our ways."
"I don't want to be part of your fucked up fantasy," said Sanzo.
Even as he said this, half his attention was on Gojyo, who was licking his lips in a very distracting way. Sanzo shifted his ankle away and watched the chain go taut. He relaxed and it went slack again. Maybe he could trip Gojyo, pop the chains, and get away.
But Gojyo seemed to see this plan in his eyes and he shook his head.
"Why can't you just roll with it?" he said.
"Because I was kidnapped!" said Sanzo. "I don't want this."
"Right," said Gojyo. "Your not wanting this is what's making your dick hard."
Sanzo opened his mouth to lambaste him, but Gojyo took that opportunity for a big, tonsil-searching kiss. Sanzo pulled back, but Gojyo chased him, lips molding against Sanzo's. Gojyo didn't let him breathe, didn't let him think beyond the skill of his lips and tongue, how he tasted spicy and warm, with a hint of something else, something good.
When Gojyo let him go with a knowing smirk, Sanzo realized he'd stopped protesting far too long ago. To make up for what was obviously a lapse in his sanity, he jerked his leg, hard, and Gojyo stumbled, his leg pulled unexpectedly sideways. He caught himself before he hit the floor, though, and Sanzo was vaguely disappointed. Gojyo'd looked good on his-Sanzo caught himself mid-thought. No. Not thinking about it.
"Watch it, asshole," said Gojyo.
"Hmph," said Sanzo.
"Tell me," said Zakuro. "How was he?"
Gojyo rolled his eyes while his back was turned to Zakuro.
"As sweet as the first peach of the season," he said. "His flesh firm, ripe, ready to be plucked from the tree."
Sanzo nearly choked on his own tongue.
"If I don't say shit like this, I get fired," said Gojyo, sotto voice. "And let me tell you, this is by far the best steady job I've ever had."
"Fucking strangers while a nut job watches?" said Sanzo. "That's your best?"
It was appalling. Even if Gojyo was probably good at it.
"Continue," said Zakuro. "Lay him on the bed, slowly. Then show him the carnal power of the mouth."
Sanzo would kill someone if he had to spout shit like that all day.
He took a quick look over Gojyo's shoulder. Zakuro was sprawled on the cushions, one hand making leisurely strokes up and down as he watched the two of them without blinking. His turban had come off, and its feathers would probably go up Zakuro's nose any second now. It was creepy and pathetic, and Sanzo was having an awful time not laughing in his face. Even though he'd been kidnapped, he didn't feel much danger in the whole situation any more.
He wasn't so angry now, and the less angry he was, the better Gojyo looked. Sanzo gritted his teeth. He didn't have an out for this situation, not really. He didn't have any money, or a weapon, or any way of contacting the outside world. He didn't even know where he was. All he could do, for now, was endure. There would be an end to all this, and he'd never see any of these people again, ever. It was small comfort.
"You'd better be clean," said Sanzo.
Gojyo cackled. He ran tickly, evil fingers up and down Sanzo's sternum, and Sanzo had to fight with himself not to demand more.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it," he said. "You're supposed to be a swooning virgin, remember?"
Sanzo felt insulted, and he'd been insulted enough for one day. He was a man, an experienced man, and he was sick of the virgin cracks.
"I'm not going to faint at the sight of your dick," said Sanzo. "Try me."
He crossed his arms over his chest and felt how weirdly smooth the texture of his gold-painted nipples were. He tried not to think about his fingernails, tried not to think about how the gauze was slithering up between the cheeks of his ass and how that wouldn't be an issue, soon.
Real heat flashed in Gojyo's eyes.
"I'll keep it in mind," he said.
And he put a large, tanned hand in the center of Sanzo's chest and pushed him backward onto the bed.
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So...the dubcon is slowly melting away into Sanzo-plays-hard-to-get territory, because Sanzo has clearly made his choice. He thought it over. I'm hoping this comes across less Stockholm and more he's sticking around because he has great excuses not to go anywhere. (Does this make sense? Or is this hovering around the icky?) Maybe Sanzo is changing his mind awful quick, but I guess we can attribute that to Gojyo's skill in the sack? Sanzo will be less of a reactionary soon, I promise!
~later