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If Daigo had one word to describe how he felt right now, it would be "exposed."
The beauty of the BDSM club was how much the venue prioritized privacy and anonymity. No one could take photos or videos without prior permission from the venue, to prevent anyone from being caught on film without their consent, even if they were just a blur in the background. Knowing he was safe here, Daigo could truly give in to his deepest desires here without worrying about word getting out.
So, after Daigo expressed the desire to do a public scene at the club, Mine and Shinada set up a special night for him as his partners. The bar was set up like a restaurant, with the intention to have Daigo serve drinks to each table like a waiter. It was a popular scene for service subs, but Daigo wanted to go further - he wanted the strangers to look at his body, to degrade him, to watch as his partners fucked him for everyone to see. More than anything, he wanted to wear something that would really put him on display, that would show off far more than it covered up, leaving him exposed.
With all his experience in sex work, Shinada had come up with the perfect outfit for Daigo to wear, showing him the design for approval. Far more eager than he dared show, Mine had invested a good amount of money into its creation, using custom measurements he got to take himself with wandering fingers. Impatience hung heavy in the penthouse for weeks as they waited for it to arrive, every knock at the door making Daigo’s pulse skyrocket in anticipation.
When the day had finally come and Daigo pulled it out of the box, he couldn’t believe his eyes. In his hands was a casino-style bunny suit made of clear PVC in the front and back, panels of shiny black fabric joining them together. He hadn’t wasted any time slipping it on, tightening the ties at the sides for the best fit. The soft plastic had felt so good against his skin, cold at first touch before it warmed up with his body heat. Quickly, he had put on the rest of his accessories - detached white button cuffs, a white faux collar with a black vinyl bowtie, black vinyl bunny ears, and sleek black PVC boots to tie it all together.
His heart had pounded in his chest as he made his way to the full-length mirror, begging that it looked as good as it felt. When he finally saw himself in the mirror, his jaw had dropped - the suit fit like a glove, perfectly cupping his soft body. Through the transparent suit, his pierced nipples and hairy cunt were on full display. As he turned around to get the full view, he noticed that his ass was in full sight as well. The suit was cut high on the hips, narrowing as it reached his cunt, his fat ass and stomach spilling out the sides. Even his soft lips had looked like they might spill out as well, the strip of clear PVC running right over his cock.
Everyone… Everyone would see… everything.
Now, harsh club lights poured over his skin, highlighting the silhouette of his body. So many eyes were on him as he carried the serving tray of drinks to a particular table, their gazes dripping with thirst. Daigo found himself subtly swaying his hips as he walked, careful not to trip on the heels of his boots, hoping to entice his patrons. Knowing everyone was looking at his body beneath the see-through suit… he felt so desirable.
"Your drinks, gentlemen," he said as he approached the table, taking in the sight before him.
On one end sat Mine, decked out in an expensive maroon three-piece suit, golden pinstripes lining his vest. On the other was Shinada, donning black slacks with suspenders, his white dress shirt casually unbuttoned to show just a hint of chest hair. They both looked stunning in Daigo's eyes as he placed their drinks before them, different men with different tastes - a gin and tonic for one, whiskey for the other.
"Full house tonight, huh?" Shinada said with a smirk, raising his glass to his lips. "Looks like the bunny has his hands full. Think you can handle it?"
Daigo swallowed, his throat dry. "I'll do my best to satisfy our guests, sir."
"Don't forget about us," Mine said, a purposeful coldness to his voice.
"Of course, sir," Daigo said. He loved when Mine's jealousy sprung up, a cute petulance to his possessiveness. They would parade Daigo around for everyone to see, let them watch and verbally degrade him, but one rule remained: only Mine and Shinada could touch him. He belonged to them.
Mine sipped his drink, his eyes wandering over Daigo's body. "What a scandalous outfit. Aren't you embarrassed, showing off your body to all these strangers?”
“Maybe he likes the attention," Shinada teased. He looked Daigo up and down, his gaze lingering on his thighs. "Hey, turn around for us, would you? Let's see your ass."
Nodding, Daigo obediently turned so his tattooed back was to them. He twitched as he heard Mine's hum of approval, quickly followed by Shinada's wolf whistle.
"Damn, that's a fat ass!" Shinada loudly announced to the room. He gave Daigo's ass a few light smacks, chuckling in delight as it jiggled.
Stifling a moan, Daigo felt himself already getting wet. The way everyone was looking at him, watching him be degraded, he was so worked up. His thighs rubbed together, slick matting down his body hair.
"Don't keep him all to yourself," Mine said, almost pouting. "Come here, Daigo."
Following his order, Daigo walked over to Mine, waiting for his instructions. Mine took a slow sip of his gin and tonic. "Spread your legs for me."
Daigo worried at his lip but obeyed, thin strings of slick snapping as he opened his thighs for Mine.
"Hmph. You're already so wet. Aren't you ashamed?"
"Y-Yes, sir," Daigo answered. He gasped as Mine caressed and groped at his thighs, his hips, thumbs rubbing circles in his soft pubic mound. As Mine's thumbs wandered a bit higher, massaging right over his bladder, Daigo whimpered and closed his thighs.
"Did I say you could close them?"
Daigo reluctantly spread his legs again, his thighs trembling. "I-I'm sorry, sir…"
Mine licked his lips, a lingering hunger in his eyes as he rubbed circles in his soft stomach. "You're squirming so much…"
"Had a few drinks yourself, huh?" Shinada said with a wry smile.
Before he could answer, Mine snaked a hand over his abdomen and pressed down on his bladder. Daigo gasped and instinctively snapped his thighs shut before opening them again, legs trembling.
"Good boy," Mine said, reaching around to grope Daigo's ass. "Tell us, do you need to piss?”
Daigo nodded, stifling a moan as he shifted his hips.
"No, no, that won't do," Shinada said, huffing in feigned annoyance as he shook his head.
Mine grabbed Daigo's wrist with a strong grip. "When we ask you a question, you answer."
Daigo let out a shuddering breath, already lightheaded. "...Y-Yes, I need to piss, but the customers come first. I can wait."
"Are you sure?" Shinada teased. "It would be humiliating to have an accident in front of all these people. Imagine what everyone would say if their cute waiter peed himself!"
"...He can hold it," Mine said with an icy tone, though his breathy voice gave him away.
Daigo felt his gaze drifting down to Mine’s lap, pleased to see his hard cock already starting to tent the pin-striped fabric. Catching his gaze, Mine huffed and crossed his legs. There was a light flush on his cheeks.
“Oh?” Shinada said, perking up. “Is Mine-chan hard already?”
“Shut up. As if you aren’t.”
Shinada wiggled his eyebrows. “Wanna slip a hand between my legs and find out?”
Rolling his eyes, Mine turned his attention back to Daigo. “Go take care of the others. We’ll be watching.”
“Of course, sir.”
Daigo put a little extra sway in his hips as he walked towards the bar, the black vinyl of his thigh-high boots feeling so good against his skin. The bartender placed fresh glasses on his tray - gin and bourbon - and pointed at the table to his left. Bowing politely, Daigo grabbed the tray and carried it to a table with two men.
“Gentlemen, here are your drinks,” he said, his heart pounding as they looked up to survey his body. “Who ordered the gin?”
“I did,” one man said. He was dressed formally, wearing a dashing suit and tie with his hair slicked back.
“I’ve got the bourbon, darling,” the second man said, adjusting his scarf. His painted nails drummed against the tablecloth, his fingers adorned in many rings. The flashy shirt under his blazer was unbuttoned to show a lot of skin.
“What brings you gentlemen here tonight?” Daigo asked as he passed out their drinks.
The man in the suit smirked as he sipped his gin. “We heard there would be a slutty bunny serving us tonight. Looks like the rumors didn’t disappoint.”
“You flatter me,” Daigo said, as he slightly bent over, hands holding the serving tray against his thighs. His arms squeezed his chest together, pierced nipples straining against the clear suit. “Please, tease me however you like. The only rule is you can’t touch.”
“Just my luck…” the man with a scarf sighed. “I’d pay good money to pinch those nipples.”
“Maybe he can do it for you. What do you say, waiter?”
“...I-If that’s what you want, sir,” Daigo answered, rubbing his thighs together. He placed the serving tray on the table and let his fingers dip beneath the top of his bunny suit. Gently, he rubbed at his brown nipples, biting his lip to hold back a moan. They grew puffy around his piercings, hardened buds pressing against the clear suit.
“I think he likes it when we watch. Tug on your piercings for us, will you?”
Obedient, Daigo tugged at his piercings through his puffy nipples, a soft moan escaping him. His face burned with embarrassment, but it felt so good. The man with the scarf was already palming himself, making Daigo’s dick hurt. He wanted them to watch him even more. As he kept pulling on his nipples, he felt his hips twitching forward, begging him to tug at his cock too. But Daigo wouldn’t touch himself unless it was asked of him.
“Oh darling, isn’t he cute?”
“He is, but we shouldn’t take up any more of his time,” the man in the suit answered. “Thank you for indulging us, waiter. That will be all.”
Daigo reluctantly pulled his hands away from his nipples and bowed. “T-Thank you for allowing me to serve you.”
He tried to regain his composure as he grabbed the tray and hurried back to the bar, his chest heaving. In the distance, he could see Mine and Shinada watching him. Whether their faces were flushed with drink or arousal, he didn’t know. Maybe it was a combination of both, judging from how Shinada had scooted closer to Mine, likely touching him under the table. As Mine’s shoulders suddenly twitched, his brow trembling and lips pressed together in a thin frown, Shinada grinned mischievously. Surely, he could assume Mine was fighting back, trying to rub at the swollen clit hiding in Shinada’s pants.
Knowing they were playing with each other in front of everyone made his own dick hurt, but he steeled himself, grabbing a new set of drinks from the bartender. He had his own role to play. He could wait.
As Daigo delivered the drinks to a new table of three men, he noticed this was the second round. He offered to clear the table, collecting the empty glasses. His heart pounded as he felt the weight of their lustful gazes on him, yet they carried on with their conversation as if he wasn't there. He didn't mind if they didn't want to talk with him. All that mattered was that they watched.
But as he turned to head back to the bar, he felt his heel snag on the other boot. He fell onto his knees with a yelp, bracing himself with his hands. The tray clattered against the floor, the glasses tumbling over, but they didn't break. Remnants of ice and liquor spilled onto the ground in small puddles.
Murmurs of worry spread through the room.
“Oh dear, I hope he’s all right…”
“At least the glass didn’t shatter.”
"Are you okay, sweetheart?"
Across the room, he could see Mine rushing to get up from his seat, but Shinada was holding him back. Waving them off with a sheepish smile, Daigo assured, "Yes, I’m all right. I apologize for the disruption. Let me clean this up and I'll be right back to serving you all."
That seemed to assuage the audience’s fears. One of them even handed him their napkin to help him clean up. Even Mine, who had been straining against Shinada’s grasp just moments before, reluctantly sat back down. Letting out his breath, Daigo folded the napkin and started wiping up the spills in small, circular motions.
"Fuck, that's a pretty pussy."
Daigo gasped, flinching as he heard the guest at the table behind him talk about him.
"Right? Damn, what I'd give to cream that hole."
Daigo shivered as he lingered on his knees a bit longer, hips shifting with arousal. The way the patrons talked about him like he wasn't even there, like he was just a toy for them to observe and lust after… he let out a soft sigh as heat pooled in his cunt. He couldn’t help but arch his back, giving the guests a better look at his sopping wet hole under the transparent suit.
“Damn, you see that? The slut’s showing off.”
The fallen glasses forgotten, Daigo panted softly as he lowered his head to the ground and raised his ass, spreading his thighs so they could see everything clearly. “Please,” he begged, wiggling his hips, “look at me.”
"I just wanna grab that ass… The way it's spilling out the sides? Damn…"
“I wanna suck off his cock. You see how hard he is? Fuck, I want a taste.”
“Yeah? Well, I wanna fuck that wet cunt. Bet he’d feel so good around my cock.”
Daigo couldn’t help but moan and roll his hips, trying to grind against the bunny suit pressed tight against his cock. The clear suit was smeared with his slick, hot and wet against his clit. He felt like such a perverted slut, getting off for everyone to see. Vaguely, he wondered if he could cum just from them watching him, degrading him, saying whatever dirty things they wanted to about him.
He was so lost in his fantasy, he almost didn’t hear the familiar voice calling from across the room. "Oh, Daigo-chan, come here!" Shinada said. “Mine-chan needs your service!”
Snapping out of his trance, Daigo quickly wiped up the rest of the mess and gathered his serving tray. He held it close to his chest as he got off his knees and hurried over to their table. Shinada grinned cheekily as Daigo drew close, while Mine wore a cold expression he couldn’t quite decipher. Before he could even speak, Mine motioned for him to come closer.
"Are you hurt?" Mine asked, gently massaging his wrist. His fussing was a bit embarrassing, but Daigo was touched by his concern.
"No, I'm fine,” Daigo reassured him. “Promise."
“See, Mine-chan? It was just a little fall. Don’t worry so much.”
“Hmph.” Mine reluctantly dropped Daigo’s wrist. "I'll take your word for it. Now, care to tell us what you were just doing?"
Daigo raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I… I fell and dropped the glasses, so-"
"So you decided to give the customers a show? Don't think I didn't see your degrading display back there."
“But at the other table-”
“They asked you to touch yourself. Did this table ask you to sit on your knees with your ass in the air so they could look at your holes?”
“...No," Daigo reluctantly answered.
"What a naughty bunny, showing off your goods to anyone who'll look," Shinada mused, playing with Daigo's black bunny tail.
"I-I'm sorry, sir-"
"Bend over the table, ass up,” Mine said as he took off his suit jacket, placing it over the chair. “Now."
Shivering at the ice in his voice, Daigo obeyed the order and bent over the table. His bladder complained at the sudden pressure on his stomach, but he ignored it. He had to be good for them.
"Spread your legs like the whore you are."
Daigo did as he was told, legs trembling with anticipation. He even arched his back so the audience could see his holes better the gorgeous Fudo Myoo tattoo bending with his skin.
"Ooh, so obedient!” Shinada teased, swirling his drink in his glass. “Or maybe he just wants to show off his slutty body."
“I’m… I'm not-” Daigo cut off with a cry as he felt the impact of Mine’s palm against his ass, his face burning. “Fuck! Oh god…”
"To think I'd have to punish you in front of everyone," Mine sighed, feigning disappointment, but the prominent bulge in his slacks gave him away. There was a small, wet stain on his pants where precum oozed from his hard cock. Licking his lips, Daigo wondered how much of that was from Shinada jerking him off under the table before. He wished he could mouth at Mine’s cock through his pants, trying to suck the salty precum from the wet fabric, but he had no choice but to lie against the table and hope Mine took pity on him.
"S-Sir, please, I'm sorry…" Daigo whined, his heart thudding in his chest, so thrilled that the audience was watching his shame. He could hear the murmurs of excitement filling the room.
"You're going to take your punishment until I'm convinced you've learned your lesson," Mine said, rolling his cuffs up to his elbows. "Understood?"
Daigo swallowed. Mine looked so handsome in his suit and dress shirt, strong arms accentuated by the rolled cuffs. The angles of his cheekbones were striking under the harsh lights. He couldn’t help but shiver under the cold gaze of his master, feeling the hunger behind his eyes. How badly he wanted to be good for him.
"Yes, sir."
"Hmph. Let’s see if you can take it."
Daigo cried out in shock at the first spank, his ass bouncing at the impact. He curled his hands into fists as he pressed himself against the table. Eyes closed, his heart pounded in anticipation of the next spank. The shock of not knowing when the next hit would come kept him on his toes. Gasping, he let out little moans as Mine spanked him relentlessly, alternating cheeks to give him a brief reprieve from the pain. He panted as the strikes suddenly stopped, trying to catch his breath, but he only got a brief reprieve from the pain before Mine spanked his right cheek extra hard.
Daigo couldn't help the tears pricking at his eyes. He was so turned on that his clit hurt. As each spank on his tender ass stung, it offered a different kind of relief, the impact of the strike making his dick rub against the table.
“Aw, Mine-chan, you made him cry,” Shinada said giddily, stroking the tears running down Daigo’s cheek as he sniffled. “He must be so embarrassed.”
"See what happens when you don't behave?” Mine said with a cruel smirk, kneading Daigo’s soft, sore ass with hands, spreading his cheeks for everyone to see. His cunt and asshole were on full display, tight and twitching. “How does it feel, knowing everyone's watching you get spanked?"
"Humiliating- Ah!” Daigo keened and threw his head back as Mine delivered a brutal spank to his left cheek, squeezing his thighs together for a moment, his bladder complaining. “Ah, fuck!"
“Oh, Mine-chan, he looks like he needs to piss!”
Daigo dared to look over his shoulder, his dick throbbing as he saw Mine starting to lose his composure. His gaze lingered over Daigo’s spread, trembling legs, his sopping wet cunt. A bit of sweat rolling over his brow, his immaculate hairstyle was starting to come undone, stray hairs gracing his forehead.
“I-I can hold it!” Daigo insisted. “I’ll be good, please, punish me!”
"Hmph, you're getting off on it, aren't you?” Mine said with a low voice, slicking his hair back before swatting Daigo's ass again. “You want everyone to see how red your ass gets when you take your punishment."
"I do…" Daigo admitted. His cunt was soaking wet, slick sticking to his suit and dribbling down his thighs. Burning, his ass stung as he imagined Mine’s handprint still showing on his ass, a possessive mark that would show everyone who he belonged to.
“Hmph. You don’t even sound sorry.”
“I am!” Daigo sniffled, moaning as Mine spanked him again, the impact of his skin echoing in the room. “I-I’m sorry for being a slut… I won’t do it again unless I’m asked to, I promise, please…”
"Get up."
Shakily, Daigo stood up straight again, wincing at the lasting sting on his ass. He wished so badly he could see how it looked right now. His cunt throbbed as he looked back at their audience. Everyone could see his sore ass, how red marks bloomed over his skin from each spank. Just knowing everyone had watched him take his punishment made his cock hurt.
He jumped at the sensation of Mine’s hands on his ass, expecting another spank, but his touch was gentle this time. Daigo leaned into his touch as Mine massaged his tender asscheeks, appreciating the brief reprieve from the burning.
“Good boy,” Mine breathed against his ear, making Daigo whimper. “You took your punishment so well.”
"Please…” Daigo begged, craning his neck so Mine could suck at the sensitive skin. “I can't think straight… Please, can you let me cum…? "
Mine took the opportunity to nip at Daigo’s neck, marking him with possessive bites, the skin turning a deep red. "Really, you’re asking to cum in front of all these people? Aren't you ashamed?”
“Yes, but… I can’t take it… Oh god, I wanna cum, please!”
"Wait, Mine-chan,” Shinada interrupted, “I've got an idea." As he rifled through the bag hidden under the table, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth in concentration, his face lit up as he found what he was looking for. “Ta-da!”
Daigo inhaled a shallow breath as he looked at the toys in Shinada’s hand. One was a hot pink vibrator in a C-shape, one end a ribbed bulb meant for his cunthole, the other end with sleek rabbit ears to frame his clit. Next to that was a matching buttplug - a thick, tapered bulb that promised to fill him up. Shinada held a matching remote control in his other hand. He could see several buttons on it for different patterns, speeds, and intensities.
The annoyance on Mine’s face turned to shock. "You…" he spat, livid with jealousy, "You didn't tell me you-"
"What, you thought I was just gonna bring my strap? Isn't it more fun like this? Come here, Daigo, let me get you all set up."
“Y-Yes, sir.”
Shinada smirked, taking his time as he fingered Daigo’s hole and brushed his pubes aside, slowly nudging the bulbous end of the toy right against his G-spot. Daigo let out a soft sigh, already savoring the pressure against that bud in his hole, trying to stay still as Shinada captured his clit between the vibrator's rabbit ears. Looking down, Daigo could easily see the hot pink vibrator through his clear bunny suit. His dick twitched at the sight.
“There, a perverted toy for a perverted bunny," Shinada said, a knowing smirk on his lips as he licked the slick from his fingers. "Bet you can’t wait to show off your new toy to all the guests, huh?”
Daigo tried to hide how excited he felt, how much he loved the degradation. “I-If that’s what you wish, sir.”
“Now turn around. I’ve gotta prep that pretty pucker.”
Whimpering, Daigo bent back over the table. He spread his asscheeks without having to be asked, showing everyone his dark, wrinkled asshole.
“Good boy! So eager to get your ass stuffed, huh?”
“Y-Yes…” Daigo breathed, turning his head so he could see Mine watching him get prepped. “Please… Show everyone how much I love it in my ass…”
"Wow, you're such a pervert, Daigo-chan!" Shinada grinned from ear to ear. "So excited to show them what a whore you are."
Anticipation made his body shiver as he heard the sound of a cap popping open, the squelch of lube being squeezed out of a bottle, goosebumps on his skin as he waited for the first touch. When warm, slick fingers finally pressed against his asshole, drawing circles around the puckered entrance, he let out a little sigh and willed his body to relax. He could feel the tight rim start to give way, gasping as the first finger entered and started stretching him out.
As he opened his eyes, he could see Mine sitting down again, a death grip on his knees. His cock was twitching in his slacks, precum staining the wine red fabric.
“Aw, poor Mine-chan,” Shinada teased. “That looks so uncomfortable! Why don’t you undo that zipper and have some fun?”
“Focus on your fingers before you hurt him,” Mine hissed.
“Sheesh, so touchy…”
Daigo arched his back as he felt another finger slip in, quickly followed by a third. The stretch was so intense, he felt light-headed. Shinada was scissoring him open despite the tight resistance of his rim, sloppy sounds filling Daigo’s ears as his asshole was spread open. When Shinada pulled his fingers back, he couldn’t help but whine at the emptiness.
“Fuck, your asshole looks so puffy now. I think you’re ready.”
“Yes, please, put it in-” Daigo cut off with a gasp as the thick buttplug prodded at his sloppy rim, spreading him open. He did his best to relax, closing his eyes as he felt the wide end of the plug breaching his tight ring. Just as he worried the stretch might be too much, the plug suddenly popped in, swallowed up by his greedy ass. Panting, he tried to adjust to the sudden fullness in his ass, squeezing around the plug.
“There you go, Daigo-chan. Ready to take care of our guests again?”
“Of course.”
“Hold on, there's just one catch…” Shinada leaned in close, a teasing smile on his lips. “No matter how good those vibes feel in your slutty holes, you’re not allowed to cum until we say so.”
“But-!”
“You don’t wanna disappoint us, do you?” Shinada asked, putting on his best puppy dog eyes. It was a stark contrast to the casual class of his slightly open dress shirt, the suspenders and black trousers he donned for the sake of their play, but that kind of expression always looked so fitting on him.
Daigo chewed at his lip. “O-Okay… I’ll do my best to hold on…”
“That’s my good boy,” Shinada said, tenderly petting Daigo’s head and readjusting his bunny ears. “Go on, you’ve got lots of thirsty customers out there.”
Nodding obediently, Daigo made his way back to the bartender, lips pressed together as he tried not to moan at how good it felt to walk with the vibrator buried in his cunt. It wasn’t even turned on yet, but the bulbous end made him feel so full, the textured ribbing pleasantly tugging at his inner walls. The buttplug nestled in his ass rubbed against him as he walked. He felt so stuffed.
As he grabbed a new set of drinks and carefully brought them to another table, he felt hyper-conscious of how easily his see-through bunny suit showed off his little toy. His cock was perfectly caught between the rabbit ears of the vibe, slightly tenting the clear PVC. Once he made it to the table, he gently placed the drinks down in one spot, too light-headed to bother asking who ordered what drink.
"H-Here you are. Can I get you anything- Ah!" Daigo cut off with a squeak as he felt the vibrations begin in both the rabbit and the buttplug, a low intensity, but it was overwhelming after going so long without touch. His knees went weak, legs trembling. Sneaking a glance toward his partners, he saw Shinada waving the remote in his hand with a cheeky grin.
Endure it. He had to endure it.
"Hm, that's a nice toy you've got there," one of the men said. "Care to give us a better look?"
"Of course…" Daigo placed the serving tray on the ground and spread his legs, tilting his hips forward to give the guests a better look. His swollen cock, wet and red with arousal, looked lovely between the vibrating rabbit ears. He couldn't help but look down and admire the sight himself, barely able to see the flared base of the buttplug between his ass.
"Damn, that looks good on you. How do you like it?"
"I love it…" Daigo breathed, wanting to rub his thighs together for more friction, but he kept them open for the guest. "Feels so good…"
"Yeah? You wanna cum?"
Daigo let out a short whine. "I-I do, but I'm not allowed to… I need to be good-"
Just as he said that, the vibrator jumped to the next power level. He gasped, knees weak as he tried to withstand the pleasure, all of his concentration spent on fighting back the orgasm he so badly wanted to give in to. The stimulation was almost unbearable after not being allowed to touch himself for so long. Shooting a glance across the floor, he caught Mine glaring daggers into Shinada’s head as if he was trying to kill him on the spot.
“Oh, that does look like it feels good,” one of the men mused, looking intently at Daigo’s lower half. “Say, Waiter, I want a better look… Spread your lips for us, won’t you?”
Daigo let out a small whine as his cock throbbed. “I’ll do anything you ask…” he admitted, slipping his hands under the high cut suit to spread his cunt open for the guests. “Please… look at me.” Dark pubic hair brushed aside, he let his audience get a good look at his sopping wet pussy. Twitching and erect, his clit stood proud for them. His lips were dark at the edges, gradually fading into a lovely pink the closer they got to his cunthole. Inner walls clung tight around the hot pink vibrator spearing him open, the arm that connected the bulb and the rabbit ears hiding his urethra for now, but his cock and hole were on full display for his guests.
“Fuck, it looks even better than I thought. Wish I was the one buried in that hole right now.”
“Right?” another man said. “The way he’s clenching so tight around it… I think I’d bust right away.”
“But it would look so good pumped full of cum, don’t you think?”
Daigo panted as they observed his body, talking about him like he was just an object, a toy to play with however they wanted. He felt like such a perverted slut, showing off his wet cunt and plugged asshole, practically begging for their degradation.
He let out a surprised whine as the vibration pattern suddenly changed, pulsing in quick beats, only giving his body a millisecond of relief between stimulation. Across the room, he could see Mine and Shinada bickering over the remote. As they tore it from each other’s hands, grabbing and fighting for control, Daigo felt the intensity kick up even higher. He couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure, wanting nothing more than to grip the table and snap his legs shut, but he had an audience to please. Keeping his pussy spread for the guests, he tried to withstand the powerful vibrations.
“I-I’m so sorry-” Daigo cut off with a moan, so turned on that the guests were watching him fight off his orgasm. “Oh god, it feels so good…!”
His cock throbbed as he heard a patron snicker, “Aw, poor thing's trying not to cum.” He whimpered as he watched some of them shamelessly palm at their cocks, some fingering themselves, wishing he could tug at his own aching dick, but he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to touch himself without permission, and he definitely wasn’t allowed to cum until Shinada said he could, though the vibrations were making that incredibly difficult. The effort of holding back made him sweat, panting between moans.
He glanced toward his partners with teary eyes, hoping they could see it was too much, that he couldn’t possibly withstand it, but they were still arguing. When the vibration pattern changed again, he threw his head back with a pitiful moan. It stayed a steady, heavy vibration around his cock, but the buttplug and the bulb in his cunthole practically throbbed, pulsing like they were fucking him.
“W-Wait, I’m gonna cum!” Daigo warned, panic rising as he felt the telltale pleasure rushing toward his cock. His eyes pleaded with Shinada, finally catching his gaze as he snatched the remote back from Mine. But Shinada just wore a cruel smirk, raising the remote for everyone to see as he pressed a button. Daigo keened as the vibrations grew even stronger, loudly humming for everyone to hear.
“I’m gonna cum, please, turn it off, I'm gonna cum- A-Ahhh!” Daigo moaned loudly as his body disobeyed him. His legs gave out, cumming hard under the force of the vibrations, hips twitching erratically as he ground his cock against the bunny suit.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m sorry, please, I d-didn’t mean to- oh fuuuck…!” He whimpered as his hole contracted around the bulb, practically drooling slick all over his pretty suit. Tears of pleasure rolled down his cheeks, the cathartic relief so overwhelming after his orgasm was denied for so long. Daigo couldn’t help but shove a hand between his thighs and hump it as his cunt spasmed, trying to rub the vibrator even closer to his body.
"How cute…" a patron mused. "He came in his bunny suit! What a dirty waiter."
The vibrator still didn't turn off as the last aftershocks of his orgasm faded, overstimulation threatening his control of his bladder. Daigo whimpered as he felt a small spurt of urine escape him before he stopped it, warmth blooming around his cunt. He clenched down hard and shoved both hands between his thighs, pressing down hard as he squirmed.
Finally, with a loud click of the remote, the vibrator turned off. Daigo struggled to catch his breath, his chest heavy as his heart kept pounding. Sweat covered his skin. His cunt was an absolute mess, pent-up slick dribbling down his inner thighs and smearing against the crotch of his clear suit. He hoped the small amount of piss he'd leaked stayed hidden.
"Oh, Daigo-chan!" Shinada said in a singsong voice. "Come here!"
"C-Coming…" Daigo struggled to get steady on his feet again after his orgasm, the heels on his thigh high boots threatening to give out from under him. Pulling himself together as best he could, legs weak and trembling, Daigo slowly shuffled over to his partners' table. Halfway through, he realized he had forgotten his serving tray, too distracted by the wet, sticky heat pressed against his cunt. He was an absolute mess, even more slick escaping the edges of the suit and dribbling down his thighs. Everyone could see that he came in his bunny suit.
But that just made it all the more exciting.
As he finally reached the table, anticipation heavy in his chest, he noticed they both looked considerably more worked up than when he last left them. Shinada's shirt was buttoned down even more than before, exposing his hairy chest, drops of sweat trailing over the old scars under his pecs. Mine was in a similar state, sweat dripping from his gelled back hair, stray strands gracing his furrowed brow.
"So, Daigo-chan, you know why we called you over here, don't you?” Shinada asked.
Before he could answer, Mine interrupted, “One moment, Shinada-san… Daigo, care to tell us what that is?" As Mine pointed toward his crotch, Daigo's face flared. Looking down, he realized they could see the piss he had leaked, a small pool of urine trapped in his transparent bunny suit around his cunt.
"The vibrator, it was too much and-"
"Really? So not only did you cum without permission, but you peed in your pretty suit?" Shinada was loving this, beaming with excitement. "What a pervert!"
"D-Don't say that so loud!" Daigo begged, his cheeks hot as he heard murmurs in the crowd. "It was just a little!"
"You hear that, Mine-chan? He only pissed himself a little. Like that makes it any less pathetic."
"Aren't you ashamed, Daigo?" Mine asked, lust seeping through his cold words. "You're a grown man. What would everyone say if they knew their waiter couldn't hold his bladder?"
"I held the rest!" Daigo insisted, indignant.
Mine quirked an eyebrow. "Is that so? Your bladder must still be full then. I bet you'd love to relieve yourself."
Daigo whimpered, trying not to think about how good it would feel to rush into the bathroom and tug his suit aside, just enough to let out the violent torrent of piss inside him, let it splash noisily into the water of the toilet bowl while he moaned in relief. "Y-Yes, so please, let me go to the bathroom!"
"Hm…” Shinada said as he tapped his lip in thought, “What do you think, Mine-chan?"
Mine let out a low chuckle that sent shivers down Daigo’s spine. "He needs to be punished for cumming without permission. If he can take his punishment like a good boy, he can earn a bathroom break.”
"I-I'm sorry… I’ll be good…" Daigo bent himself over the table in submission again, raising his ass for what he thought would be another spanking.
"No, Daigo,” Mine said, wearing an expression he couldn’t quite read. “Not like that. Sit on the edge of the table."
Confused, Daigo pulled himself back up. He glanced at Shinada in hopes of an explanation, but all his partner could offer was a shrug, just as clueless as he was. Obeying Mine’s orders, Daigo hopped up on the table and slid to the edge with his thighs spread, hissing at the pressure against his still sore ass. He looked down uneasily at where his slick smeared over the white tablecloth.
Mine licked his lips, his gaze lingering over Daigo’s pussy. “Look at you, so eager to show off your slutty holes. I didn’t even have to tell you to spread your legs.”
Embarrassed, Daigo tried not to squirm, his bladder starting to hang heavy in his abdomen. He had the urge to cross his legs, maybe even shove his hands between his thighs to help himself hold it better, but he knew Mine wanted him to show off his cunt to their audience. Besides, it made his own cock throb to see their guests watching him so intently, his entire body on display in the exhibitionist suit. He wanted them to watch every second of his punishment.
“Shinada-san, give me the remote,” Mine said as he held out his hand, not even looking at him.
Pouting, Shinada reluctantly handed it over. “So, what’s the punishment this time?”
Mine observed the remote, stroking it between his fingers as his eyes grew dark with power. “All he has to do is endure the vibrations. If he can control his bladder until I’m satisfied, I’ll let him go to the bathroom."
"Really…?" Daigo asked.
The cold smirk on Mine's lips made Daigo shiver. "Surely you can handle that.”
Daigo swallowed nervously. On the surface, it sounded easy enough, but he had been holding it for a while now. The hot piss pooled around his cunt teased him, urging him to let go. His muscles were already weak from his earlier orgasm and he wasn't sure how much he could take. Biting his lip, he wondered just how far Mine would push him. The danger being forced to piss himself in front of their guests made his cock throb with arousal.
He squeaked as the vibrator turned on without warning, still on the thrusting power at a high speed from before. Nervous, he looked to Mine, certain that he could hear how loud the vibrator was humming inside of him. Maybe he would take pity on him and lower the intensity, but the cruel grin on his face said otherwise. He had no intention of letting him off so easily.
Squirming but keeping his legs spread, Daigo whimpered as the vibrations threatened to make him cum again, already so strong. He squeezed his eyes shut as his bladder quivered, shaken by the vibrations. Between the rabbit ears clamped around his clit and the thick vibrator buried in his cunt, along with the thick plug filling his ass, it was like he was being attacked on both fronts. He whimpered in a panic as he felt the urge to piss grow stronger, desperately clenching around the toy as he trembled. When the wave of desperation passed, he let out a shaky breath, chest heaving as drool dripped from his open mouth.
“Good boy, you held on,” Mine praised, stroking the remote in his hand. “But how much longer can you last?”
"Oh! Oh, oh god…!" Daigo nearly sobbed as the vibrations somehow grew even stronger, wildly thrusting his hips to try to get away from the stimulation. He couldn’t help but shove his thighs together then wrench them apart, writhing as he tried to find some position that would offer him relief. Surely, this had to be the highest setting. He assured himself, bracing himself to hold on. But as that familiar rush of pleasure built up in his cock, his cunt twitching in warning, Daigo knew it was no use.
"Cumming…!" Daigo whined, his hips jerking as he humped the air in vain, toes curling in his boots as his body trembled in ecstasy. It felt so good, his cunt spasming around the toy inside him as their audience watched him cum, his pierced nipples pressed hard against the suit in arousal. His clit was an angry red between the rabbit ears, swollen and shiny, sensitive to the point of pain. Just as it almost became unbearable, the vibrator jumped up to what must have been its highest setting. Daigo’s eyes shot open and he moaned pathetically as he came again, unable to control his body under the intensity of the toy, legs twitching, body jerking. When the vibrator didn’t stop even after he came, torturing him with brutal overstimulation, he could feel urine urgently pushing against his twitching pisshole, threatening to escape.
“W-Wait, I’m gonna pee!” Daigo begged, his cheeks burning in humiliation as he felt everyone’s eyes on him, watching him struggle to hold his piss. “I’m gonna pee, please, I can’t take it…!”
“I told you, Daigo. I’ll only let you go to the bathroom if you can endure the vibrations until I’m satisfied.”
"But I can’t hold it, I’m gonna pee, please, I- Ah!"
Daigo cried out as he felt his muscles involuntarily relax, his bladder taking the opportunity to release without permission. Hot piss gushed out of him, loudly hissing past his lips and splattering against the PVC suit. He gasped as he felt the heat spread, trapped against his skin.
"No, no, please-!, I can't hold it, I can't hold it, fuck-!" Daigo whined pitifully as he tried to stop the raging stream of piss escaping him, but his poor pisshole was too tired, too weak from pleasure and holding on for so long. He could only stop it for a second before he lost control again. The acrid scent of urine stung his nose as weak dribbles and sprays of pee wet his cunt, turning into a loud, urgent stream he couldn’t hold back as he gently sobbed.
"Uh oh!" Shinada said in that teasing, singsong tone, "Looks like our waiter's having an accident!"
"No! No, I'm not, I-!"
"Don't lie," Mine growled. "Tell our guests what you're doing."
"I-I'm… I'm peeing myself in front of everyone…” Daigo whined, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Oh god, please, don't look at me…" As he said that, he spread his legs even wider to show everyone his shame, his cock throbbing. He was still pissing so loudly, wet warmth creeping up his belly as the suit kept it trapped against his suit. He couldn't help but moan at the relief, so humiliated, but it felt so good to piss himself while everyone watched.
"What a shame…" Mine said with a cruel smile. "I was even going to let you go to the bathroom if you could hold it long enough."
"Daigo-chan, how could you do that? We got you such a nice suit and now you're pissing in it?"
"I-I'm sorry," Daigo sniffled, covering his face in humiliation as the stream finally trickled off, a few more sprays spurting out of him, splattering against the clear PVC covering his crotch. "Please, it was an accident. I had to piss so bad a-and the vibrator, it- I couldn't hold it-"
"Really, you couldn't be a big boy and hold your pee a few minutes longer?" Mine teased, his cock visibly twitched through his slacks. “What kind of man pisses himself in front of everyone?”
Shinada grinned. "It's like you wanted everyone to see your shame!"
"N-No, that's not true…” Daigo whined, panting from how much their dirty words were turning him on. “This is so humiliating, please, don't look at me…"
"And yet he spreads his legs even wider for everyone to see…" Shinada mused. "What a pervert. Everyone, why don't you let him know what you think about his embarrassing accident?"
His face burned as the audience murmured in excitement, shouting out their thoughts.
"How pathetic! I can't believe he just pissed himself in front of us!"
"Aw, poor thing couldn't hold it anymore! He couldn't help but make a mess…"
"And in that clear suit? You can see everything!"
The audience was right. Hot piss was trapped inside the clear bunny suit, pressed tight against his skin. Everyone could see he just pissed himself - hell, they could even see how much pee he'd let out. It was almost to his waist, sloshing around for anyone to see. Some had leaked out the sides of his suit, dribbling down and puddling between his thighs, staining the white tablecloth yellow.
"Please," Daigo begged, looking up pitifully at them with teary eyes, "let me go to the bathroom and clean up… Please?"
He must have truly looked pathetic because Mine and Shinada exchanged worried glances. Shinada rubbed Daigo's shoulders in soothing circles, humming under his breath. "Hm… Mine-chan, what do you think?"
"...What's your color?" Mine asked softly, tucking a stray hair back into place behind the bunny ears, gently stroking Daigo’s forehead.
Even as tears rolled down his burning cheeks, Daigo shook his head. "Green. P-Please, keep degrading me… I love it…"
"You're doing so well," Mine whispered as he tenderly kissed Daigo's forehead.
"...Can I go to the bathroom and clean up?" Daigo asked again, feeling extra slutty as he wiggled his hips, the piss trapped in his suit sloshing over his soft belly. "Please, this is so embarrassing…"
Back in the scene, Mine scowled at his manicured nails. "Hmph, remember what I said? If you want a bathroom break, you have to earn it."
"That's right!" Shinada said. "The guests are waiting. Guess you're just gonna have to show everyone your pissy pussy!"
Daigo whimpered, his cock throbbing at the degradation. "B-But-!"
"You're going to serve them, now,” Mine commanded. "Maybe the shame of wetting yourself will teach you to control your bladder next time."
"Y-Yes, sir…"
As he walked back to the bartender, his cheeks flared as he saw people whispering to each other, pointing at him, some of them even laughing. Even though he just came several times in a row, his cock throbbed with arousal at the public degradation. He wanted them all to tease him, make fun of him, tell him what a pathetic slut he was for pissing himself in front of everyone. He whimpered, the humiliation making his dick hurt so bad.
When he reached the bar, Daigo didn't bother to retrieve his serving tray, wherever it was at this point. Instead, he carefully grabbed the bottom of the glasses and brought them to a familiar table - the man in the suit and the man with a scarf. They looked a bit flushed, their chairs closer together, making Daigo wonder if they had been touching each other underneath the table.
"S-Sorry for the delay… would you like anything else?"
"No, darling, but would you like my napkin?" the man in the scarf asked, drumming his fingers against his cheek. "You're getting piss all over your legs."
"Ah…" Daigo looked down to see his suit was still slowly leaking, trickles of warm piss dribbling down his stomach and pussy, running over his thighs. "I-I'm so sorry…"
"Poor thing, you didn't take a bathroom break, huh? You must be so embarrassed, pissing yourself in front of everyone."
"But I bet it felt good…" the other man said. "Now he's got that pee nice and warm against his body."
"Oh, what I'd give to see him spread his lips and spray piss all over the floor…"
Trembling with arousal, Daigo panted and rubbed his thighs together. Though the vibrator wasn't on, the rabbit was still filling him up - not to mention the buttplug buried in his ass. His cock was still surrounded by his own piss, pleasantly hot against his skin. The fact that everyone could see his shame on full display, that they were openly degrading him… He couldn't help but let out a soft moan as his clit throbbed.
"Darling, I've got an idea… Waiter, do you still need to piss?"
Daigo's cheeks flushed. "A-A little, but I can hold it."
"Are you sure?" the other man said with a smirk. "Your suit says otherwise."
"Darling, you know it's not good to hold it when you need to go. Why don't you just let it out?"
Daigo gasped, his face burning at the thought. They wanted to see him purposely piss himself. His suit was already full of his own urine, yellow droplets trailing down his thighs from the creases in his clear suit. He wasn't sure how much more it could handle before he started leaking everywhere.
"A-Are you sure?"
"Of course, darling. I was so jealous watching them play with you back there. I want to see up close how cute you look when you piss yourself."
"If that's what you want…" He let out a pleasant sigh as he relaxed his muscles, a hot jet of fresh piss hissing loudly against the transparent PVC of the suit. The pleasure made him shiver and moan, knees weak as he tilted his hips to give the guests a better view as he peed.
"There you go…. Doesn't it feel good to go pee while everyone's watching you?"
"Y-Yes, it feels so good! " Daigo gasped, his thighs trembling at the rush of warmth around his crotch. "Please, watch me pee!"
"Wow, he still had so much in him... Poor thing must have been holding it all day!"
As Daigo lost himself to his degrading actions, he felt it - hot piss leaking from his suit and trickling down his legs. Mortified, he tried to convince himself that this wasn't happening, that he wasn't making a mess in front of the guests. But once he heard the noisy splatter of piss against the floor, he couldn't deny it, forcing himself to look down at the growing yellow puddle at his feet.
"Daigo, what are you doing?" Mine scolded him from across the room. "You're making a mess! Come here. Now."
Whimpering, Daigo forced himself to cut off the stream, a few weak sprays still trying to escape him. He shyly bowed, graciously taking their extra napkin to wipe up his puddle and the trickling droplets on his legs before hurrying back to his partners’ table. Flushing, he realized the tablecloth was still soaked with his piss, stained yellow,. The puddle of urine he had left behind was still on the floor, showing where he had lost control in front of everyone.
“Bartender,” Mine said, loosening his tie, “I’m afraid you’ll have to tend to the guests for now. It seems our waiter is in dire need of service. Daigo, on the table.”
Doing as he was told, Daigo crawled back onto the table, sitting in his mess again. Daigo gasped as Mine tugged his suit aside, just enough to expose his hairy cunt to their audience. The piss trapped inside rushed out all at once, cascading over his inner thighs and pooling under his ass until it ran off the edge of the table, the tablecloth too saturated to absorb any more. As he felt the weight of everyone's gaze on him, his cock twitched pathetically, his pussy drenched with his own mess, wet skin shining under the harsh lights. Though part of him wanted to snap his legs shut, the urge to keep them spread was stronger.
"Look at you, aren't you ashamed?" Mine teased, his fingers gliding through Daigo's soaked pubes to pull out the vibrator. Daigo's face burned as his cunt clung to the vibrator until it popped out, his sloppy hole now gaping and on display for everyone to see. Observing the toy, Mine stared at the droplets of urine and slick dribbling down his hand. He bit his lip a moment too long.
"What's wrong, Mine-chan? You wanna lick it, don't you?"
"D-Don't be ridiculous…"
"You know what I think?" Shinada smirked as he snatched the vibrator from Mine's hand. "We've punished him enough. I think he deserves a reward." Bending down just enough, Shinada brought the tip of the toy up to Daigo's soft lips, lightly smacking them. “Come on Daigo-chan, lick it clean.”
“Y-You…” Mine looked like he was about to blow a gasket as Shinada poked Daigo’s cheek with the dirty toy.
“B-But, it’s dirty…” Daigo complained, hoping they couldn’t hear how fast his heart was pounding at the degradation.
“You’re the one who made it dirty, cumming and pissing all over it. It’s only fair that you clean up your mess, don’t you think?”
Pouting, Daigo parted his lips, sticking out his tongue just enough to lick the tip. He wrinkled his nose at the sour taste, the bitter tang of piss and slick spreading through his tongue, but as much as he complained, he truly loved it.
“Come on, you can clean it better than that,” Shinada said, pressing the vibrator against Daigo’s lips. Obediently, Daigo opened his mouth wider and relaxed, moaning as Shinada slid the toy deep inside, the tip stroking the back of his throat. He swallowed around the head, taking the toy to the hilt, his sensitive tongue playing with the rabbit ears.
“There you go.” Shinada praised him, roughly thrusting the toy in and out of his mouth. “You love getting your throat fucked, don’t you?”
Teary-eyed and lightheaded as he breathed through his nose, Daigo nodded. He loved how the girth stretched his lips, how heavy the weight was on his tongue, how his throat fluttered as he swallowed around a thick cock, silicone or not. He could still taste the remnants of his own urine and slick. God, he felt so wonderfully dirty, sucking cock in front of everyone, showing them how much he loved it, how he could be a good boy and clean up every last drop with his tongue.
When Shinada was satisfied, he tugged the vibrator back out, making Daigo whine. “See that?” Shinada told the audience, wiping off the toy with a napkin and setting it aside. “What a good slut.”
“Y-You…” All Mine could do was stutter, curling his fists at his sides as his cock jumped in his slacks, oozing out another glob of precum.
“What, are you mad you didn’t get to lick it? Should’ve been honest with your desires. But… If you want another chance, his cunt is right there. Why don’t you give him a treat for cleaning up his mess? I bet you’d love it just as much as he would.”
Furious, Mine grabbed Shinada by the collar and yanked him close, boring holes into his head with a fiery scowl. They lingered like that for a moment, the heavy tension making Daigo wonder if they were going to kiss or fight.
Finally, Mine let go with a frustrated growl, slicking back his hair. “...Keep his legs open for me.”
Grinning, Shinada undid his belt and shoved down his slacks, showing off the black harness he had underneath, matching the sock garters around his legs. His own cunt was exposed now, his swollen clit poking out under thick pubic hair. He hopped onto the table behind Daigo and used his strong hands to wrench Daigo’s thighs open even more, pressing them down against the soaked tablecloth. Whimpering, Daigo tried to close them, but Shinada was too strong. In truth, he knew he was barely resisting, just for show. If he wanted to, he could have fought Shinada’s hands. Instead, he wanted to submit to his partners’ power.
Already breathing hard, Mine dropped to his knees in front of Daigo, right in the puddle of urine that had rushed out of Daigo’s suit and onto the floor. Daigo felt his cock jump as Mine stared hungrily at his lower half. His cunt was entirely exposed, wet pubes slicked back from his cock and lips, his asshole squeezing around the buttplug still in his ass.
“M-Mine, please…” Daigo bucked his hips at the open air, desperate for friction. He forgot to call him “sir,” too worked up to remember his place, but Mine seemed to let it slide. He crawled closer to the table until his face was right between Daigo’s thighs, inhaling the heady scent of sex and piss with a shaky breath.
Unable to control himself any longer, Mine shoved his face into Daigo’s cunt. He inhaled deeply as he buried his nose in Daigo’s pubes, taking in the heady scent of his sex. Daigo threw his head back with a moan as Mine furiously licked and sucked at the wet mess Daigo had made, tugging at Daigo’s cock and pussy lips with his mouth. He groped at his soft thighs for purchase, his grip hard enough to leave prints. The animalistic groan Mine made against his skin made him shiver, the vibrations reaching into the nerves deep inside his clit.
“Wow, Mine-chan really isn’t holding back, huh? Looks like he can’t get enough. Your body must taste so good…”
Daigo couldn't help but buck his hips into Mine's warm, wet mouth. A whiny moan spilled past his lips. Mine was really worshiping his cunt, licking up every drop of piss he could find, collecting slick on his tongue to kiss and suck at Daigo's clit. Gasping, he could feel Mine lapping at his sloppy hole, his tongue pushing in as far as it would go. By now, Mine knew his body’s tells, the way the muscles in his inner thighs tightened up and his swollen cock throbbed, twitching in anticipation. His thighs tried to close around Mine's head, but Shinada's grip wouldn't let him.
"Close…!" Daigo warned them, his jaw falling slack as Mine picked up the pace. He closed his lips around Daigo's clit, sticking his tongue under the foreskin to lick and suck at the sensitive head. Eyes rolling back, Daigo felt his orgasm suddenly crash over him without warning. He keened, thrusting his hips into Mine's mouth as much as he could, still restrained by Shinada's hands on his thighs. His cock was throbbing with ecstasy, overwhelming pleasure taking over.
With a panicked gasp, Daigo felt his urethra twitching. All the extra attention on his cock was traveling to the nerves deep inside, his pelvic muscles going weak. "M-Mine, wait, if you keep doing that…!"
"What, you'll piss yourself again?" Shinada teased, nipping at Daigo's ear. "You hear that, Mine-chan? He’s gonna piss all over your face if you don’t stop."
Instead of pulling back, Mine dove in deeper. He pressed his tongue against Daigo’s sensitive pisshole, groaning in need as he used a hand to rub furiously at Daigo’s clit. Daigo heard his own voice pitching up at the overstimulation as his eyes watered, his bladder threatening to give in. He squeaked as he felt a spurt leak out, coating Mine’s tongue in piss. That only seemed to motivate him even more, his tongue aggressively prodding at his pisshole in desperate need of more, begging eyes looking up at him in worship.
“Oh, see that? I think he wants that more than anything in the world. Come on, Daigo-chan, give him a reward for making you cum.”
Whining, Daigo felt Shinada’s hand leave his thigh to press down on his bladder. The pressure was so intense, the combination of Mine’s tongue on his urethra while his hand jerked him off so overwhelmingly good. When another spurt leaked out, he couldn’t help but let go completely. Fresh, hot urine rushed out of him as he whined, flooding past Mine’s soft lips, making his partner moan in ecstasy. Everyone was watching him piss himself again, into Mine’s thirsty mouth, so overstimulated that he couldn’t hold it any more, and he loved it. He hoped they could all hear how loudly it hissed past his lips, how greedily Mine drank his stream, desperate to make sure not a single drop of piss escaped his throat.
Suddenly, he felt Mine’s head jerking between his legs, a needy moan humming against his cunt. Looking down, Daigo saw Mine’s brows upturned in intense pleasure, his hips twitching erratically. Urine sprayed over his face, dribbling down his chin and neck as his lips struggled to stay closed around Daigo’s pisshole. The accidental golden shower made him moan even louder and that’s when Daigo saw it - the way his cock jumped in his pants and a wet spot spread around the tip, ruining his slacks with cum.
“Aw, Mine-chan, you came in your pants in front of everyone?” Shinada teased. “You're such a pervert! I guess you can’t help yourself when it comes to piss, huh?”
“Fuck… you…” Mine gasped as he finally pulled away from Daigo’s cunt, his cock throbbing out a final spurt of cum, seeping through his slacks and streaking his thigh.
“Was it that good, getting to drink straight from the tap?” Shinada carefully let go of Daigo and climbed off the table, crawling on his knees over to Mine until they were face to face. “What if I wanted some too, hm?”
Daigo watched as Mine let Shinada’s tongue enter his lips, eyebrows twitching up with pleasure. The two moaned as they swapped slick and piss between sloppy kisses, spit smearing over wet lips, dribbling down their chins. Wet sounds filled the room as they bit at each other’s lips, sucking each other’s tongues. Daigo felt his own cock throb again at the sight, the two of them fighting for the remnants of his own taste.
As Shinada pulled back, a string of spit connecting their tongues until it snapped, he grinned. “See, Mine-chan? Isn’t it nice to share?”
“More…” Mine said. He tried to bury his face in Daigo’s cunt again, but Shinada tugged him back by his hair, making him hiss.
"Uh-uh, you had your fun, Mine-chan. Now it's my turn!”
“B-But…”
“Don't worry, I'll still let you watch,” Shinada said, grabbing his favorite dildo from the bag. He quickly adjusted his strap into place, proudly showing off his cock to their audience. It was solid black in color, thick with textured ridges down the shaft. Observing Shinada’s cock, Daigo felt his pussy twitch as he remembered how good those familiar ridges felt inside him.
“Wait, Tatsuo,” Daigo said as he saw Shinada reach for the lube. “I-I don’t need it, I…”
“Yeah, your pussy’s soaked, but this is for me.” Daigo watched as Shinada squirted a bit of lube onto his fingers, reaching down to his own clit. “Remember? This strap has a built-in onahole.” Shinada sighed as he lubed up his clit and spread the small hole in the base of the toy, pressing it against his cock until it was sucked inside.
Satisfied, he climbed back onto the table and sat on his knees. Daigo yelped as Shinada manhandled him onto his lap, his back pressed flush against Shinada’s chest as his thighs were wrenched open.
“That’s right,” Shinada said as he tugged the suit aside and lined his strap up with Daigo’s hole. “Everyone's gonna watch me pound this pretty pussy."
Daigo cried out as Shinada started pushing inside, his cunt easily inviting him with how wet and sloppy he was. He threw his head back with a moan as each black, silicone ridge made its way inside him until he slid down to the hilt. Just as his ass clenched around the buttplug, his puffy rim clinging to it to keep it inside, his once empty cunt twitched with pleasure as he was filled up again. Even Shinada groaned from the squeeze of Daigo’s inner walls around his strap, the sensation traveling down to where his clit was buried in the toy.
“Spread your lips,” Shinada ordered, firm hands gripping each of Daigo’s thighs to keep them open. “Everyone can already see your tits through that transparent suit. It’s only fair they get to see every bit of your cunt too.”
Softly moaning, Daigo spread his lips and looked down. The dark edges of his lips turned pink the closer they got to his cunthole, the soft rim clinging to the hilt of Shinada’s strap. It was a wet mess of slick and piss, sensitive skin shining under the harsh lights of the club. His entire body was on full display for their audience to see, from his swollen cock to his puffy asshole clenching around the plug.
“Yes, just like that. Show everyone right where your cunt meets my cock. Fuck, I’m really spearing you open.”
“Fuck me…” Daigo said, making eye contact with their guests as he squeezed around Shinada’s cock. “Please, Tatsuo, I want to show everyone how good you make me feel…” He let out a noise of surprise, as Shinada bucked his hips.
“Good boy, asking so nicely. Don’t worry, I’ll show them.”
Daigo gasped as he felt the slow drag of silicone ridges pulling out before Shinada snapped his hips, roughly thrusting back in. He let out staccato moans as Shinada roughly fucked him, forcing out high-pitched whines with each thrust. His pussy squelched loudly, slick dribbling down to Shinada’s thighs and pooling in a small puddle on the tablecloth.
“Fuck, that’s a wet cunt. Look, every time I pull out, you can see how much you’ve soaked my cock.”
To show him, Shinada pulled out slowly enough so Daigo could feel each ridge on its way out. Looking down, he gasped as he saw just how much his cunt had lubed up the strap. It was completely coated in his slick, thin, wet strings connecting the ridges together. Slick pooled in the gaps between the ridges, dribbling down the sides of the silicone cock, a bit of froth from how roughly Shinada was fucking him.
“See? Really didn’t need lube, huh?”
Daigo cried out as Shinada thrust back in without warning, bouncing him on his lap as he fucked him like an animal. His pierced nipples rubbed against the clear panel of his bunny suit with each thrust, hard and sensitive around the barbels. His soft stomach bounced in rhythm with their thrusts, thighs jiggling and slapping against Shinada’s lap. Even his cock was jumping, rubbing against the clear PVC of his tugged-aside suit.
Daigo looked out at the crowd watching their performance, some of them stroking their cocks, fingering themselves, touching each other at the sight. His gaze drifted downward to find Mine still on his knees between his legs. Mine looked up at him reverentially, hands curled on his thighs no matter how badly he wanted to touch him, committing to his role as voyeur. He was there to be exposed, to have his body on display for everyone’s pleasure.
The drag of the strap’s ridges felt so good rubbing on his insides, catching on his inner walls and tugging at the most sensitive areas. Lightheaded, he could feel his orgasm creeping up on him again as his cock jumped, pleasant warmth spreading through the inner walls of his cunt. Daigo moaned as he came again, keeping his lips spread so everyone could see his cunt violently spasming around Shinada’s cock. As his toes curled in pleasure, his pisshole twitched suddenly, on full display.
“Fuck, see that everyone? Look at his pisshole. It’s twitching so much… Daigo, don’t tell me you have to pee again?”
Daigo whimpered as he felt the familiar squeeze of his bladder, his pelvic muscles suddenly going weak. “I-I’m peeing…!” he cried out as a gush of pee spurted from his urethra, arcing past his spread lips into a gorgeous fountain. His face burned as everyone watched the urgent stream of piss escape him, the fountain splattering noisily as it showered upon Mine below him. But Mine obediently welcomed the golden shower with an open mouth, trying to catch as much on his tongue as he could as Daigo’s pee splashed against his face. Though he must have been dying to shove his face back between Daigo’s legs and lap at his piss-covered cunt, he kept his hands curled on his thighs and enjoyed the shower.
“F-Fuck, that’s hot!” Shinada groaned as he came, thrusting up wildly into Daigo’s cunt. Daigo squeezed around him, hoping Shinada could feel it all the way down to his clit buried in the built-in onahole.
When the stream trailed off, Daigo nearly sobbed, spreading his sloppy cunt even more so everyone could see his inner walls clinging to Shinada’s strap. “More,” he begged. “Y-Yoshitaka, please, fuck me too… Tatsuo, both of you, please…!”
“Oh?” Shinada quirked an eyebrow. “You want some DP action?”
Mine wasted no time getting off his knees, undoing his belt and shoving his slacks just below his hips. His cock sprung up and twitched under neatly trimmed pubic hair, an angry red gleaming through the messy load still coating the head, strings of cum clinging to his underwear. Shinada awkwardly slid Daigo and himself backwards to give Mine more room, the wet tablecloth bunching up underneath them.
There wasn’t a moment of hesitation before he pressed his cock against Daigo’s already filled hole, rubbing against the black ridges of Shinada’s strap. Daigo grit his teeth, willing his body to relax so Mine could slip inside, but the stretch was so much. Tears pricked at his eyes at the slight sting of pain, but he tried to loosen his muscles, just focus on how good it felt to be completely stuffed.
“Fuck…” Mine whispered, his brow twitching as the head of his cock suddenly slipped past the tight rim of Daigo’s cunt. He panted as he kept pushing inside, slowly thrusting his hips, his hands desperately clawing at Shinada’s back to steady him. Daigo whimpered as he was speared open even more, the intense stretch making his teary eyes roll back. It was so slow he swore he could feel Mine’s cock dragging against the ridges of Shinada’s strap inside him, vaguely wondering if he could tell how much longer it would take from him to be completely filled just by counting the amount of ridges Mine had passed.
With a low grunt, Mine finally snapped his hips forward until he’d filled Daigo to the hilt, his balls slapping against the base of Shinada’s strap. Daigo gasped and panted, his eyes wide in shock that they had both actually fit inside him, that his sopping wet cunt was stuffed full of two cocks right now, all while his puffy asshole still clung to the buttplug filling his ass. As he adjusted to the stretch, pain-coated pleasure ran through his veins, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Half-lidded eyes looked out at the audience worked up into an aroused frenzy, excitedly watching him take two cocks.
"What’s wrong, Mine-chan?” he vaguely heard Shinada ask, taking in the strained expression on Mine’s face. “Still sensitive from cumming earlier? You can pull out-"
"N-No…." Mine bit at his lip. his brow quivering. "I… Fuck, I need to piss…"
"Really, Mine-chan? You were just making fun of Daigo for pissing himself a little while ago. Can’t you be a big boy and hold it?"
"I can!" Mine insisted, indignant. "But I… I want to mark him…"
"Oh? Well, I'm sure Daigo-chan would gladly offer his cunt as your personal urinal. Isn't that right?
"Piss in me," Daigo begged, his hole twitching around the intrusions stretching him open. "Please, mark me, show everyone I'm your urinal, I want your piss!"
When Mine suddenly moaned, his brow twitching, Daigo gasped. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he felt burning hot piss flooding his cunt. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, you’re pissing in me…!” He groaned needily as his cunt was filled up with a new kind of wet heat, hotter than anything he’d had before. Deliriously, he wished Mine could penetrate his cervix, breed his womb with urine and mark him from the inside out. But there was only so much room in his stuffed cunt and he whined as he felt Mine’s piss start to escape him, wetting his inner thighs.
“Fuck, that feels good…” Shinada moaned, bucking his hips as Mine’s piss escaped Daigo’s cunt and ran down his own thighs.
“O-Oh, god…” Mine moaned, drunk on pleasure as his stream trickled off, his cock throbbing inside him. Daigo could feel his balls twitching beneath him as hot urine streamed over them, pattering on the ruined tablecloth below.
“Heh, does it feel good, Mine-chan? Even I can feel how tight it is… Come on, don’t you want to fuck him?”
“Daigo…!” Mine choked out before he started thrusting, his instincts taking over as he wildly fucked him. Shinada tried to match his pace, shoving his cock in and out of Daigo’s stretched out cunt in a brutal rhythm.
Daigo moaned, tears running down his face as they pounded his pussy together, a jackrabbit pace that made him go completely limp. His body was completely at their mercy, just a wet hole for them to fuck, to breed, to dump their cum in until they were satisfied. He couldn’t register anything other than how hot their breath felt as they panted against his skin, how loud his cunt squelched from the two cocks fucking him, how everyone’s eyes were on them. Vaguely, he could hear the sounds of the audience jacking off to the messy sight, their strangled cries as they came. It felt so good knowing he could put on a good show, that just exposing his slutty body and letting his partners use his cunt was enough to make their guests cum.
As his swollen cock throbbed, rubbing against Mine’s shirt with even thrust, Daigo felt that familiar ecstasy running through his veins as he went over the edge. Daigo nearly sobbed as he came again, barely able to feel himself spasming around their cocks from how full he was. He couldn’t even try to clench his muscles as his bladder gave out again, the loud sound of hissing filling the room as he peed all over their cocks.
“Oh, fuck!” Mine threw his head back with a strangled cry, his cock throbbing out cum inside of Daigo’s perfect cunt, coating his inner walls. Even Shinada moaned at that, chasing his own pleasure as he thrust wildly inside of Daigo, the onahole at the base of the dildo tugging on his own clit. He suddenly seized up and jerked his hips a few times as he came, groaning loudly.
“Fuck it, I’m marking you too!” he said as he shoved a hand under his strap to spread his lips. Daigo weakly moaned as he felt Shinada pissing on him, his urgent stream of hot urine splattering against Mine’s cock, against Daigo’s ass, making a mess of all three of them as it puddled on the table. The heavy, acrid scent of all their piss filled the room once more as they all struggled to catch their breath, coming down from their collective high.
As they slowly pulled out, Daigo’s cunthole stayed gaping open, Mine’s piss and cum spilling out of him with his own slick, pooling between his thighs on the table. The two cocks had stretched him open so much that he couldn't even close his hole, his used pussy welcoming everyone to look inside.
"Ready to show everyone what a mess you are?" Mine asked. As Shinada held Daigo spread eagle in his lap, Mine slinked forward, his fingers circling the base of the buttplug still buried in his ass. With a soft sigh, Daigo let Mine gently tug out the plug until it popped past his rim, leaving his puffy asshole winking and drooling lube. He gasped as Shinada's hands slipped down to spread his ass, showing off the slight gape of his puckered hole. His own fingers trailed down soaked pubes to spread his lips so everyone could see his sloppy cunt. Between his pussy and his ass, he was completely on display, showing the audience all the cum, piss, and slick that drooled out of his gaping, exposed holes.
“T-Thank you for having us…” Daigo said as he announced the end of the scene, his throat a little rough after cumming so much. "Feel free to get a closer look before you go."
The audience thanked them as they started filing out of the room. Some lingered by the bar for more drinks, others coming up to the table to see Daigo's sloppy holes up close. He couldn't help but spread himself wider as they observed him, clenching his holes before bearing down so they could see just how much he was gaping, thick strings of slick and cum coating his inner walls.
"Darling, you were wonderful!" the man with the scarf gushed, clinging to the arm of the man in the suit. "If I may, could I take a photo below the neck? I'd love to jack off to it later, but only if that's all right with you."
Daigo held back a moan at the thought of their guests snapping photos of him, his spent cock twitching weakly. "Yes, please-"
"Let me get permission from the club," Mine insisted. "I'll also check the photos before anyone leaves."
After flagging down a club manager who confirmed their consent to photos below the neck, Mine oversaw anyone who wanted to snap a picture. Camera flashes and shutter sounds filled the room as the remaining guests took photos of Daigo's exposed body, capturing his pierced nipples all the way down to his messy, winking holes on film.
"What a good slut, posing for the camera," Shinada said, kissing his ear. Daigo couldn't help but whimper as his cock throbbed at the attention, but he was too sensitive to try for another orgasm. Right now, all that mattered was pleasing his guests, allowing them one last look at his abused pussy and asshole before the night came to an end.
Once everyone who wanted to see Daigo's messy holes up close was gone and Mine had thoroughly checked their camera roll, Mine stepped in front of him with his own phone in hand. "Can I take some above the neck…?"
"Really, Mine-chan?" Shinada laughed, posing with a peace sign. "You have to ask?"
"Shut up, I'm just following the rules..."
"Take as many as you like," Daigo begged, letting his mouth hang open with his tongue out, looking extra slutty with his holes still gaping. Mine inhaled sharply, snapping photos of Daigo's face, his whole body, even close-ups of his sloppy asshole and cunt still dribbling with the aftermath of messy sex.
After Mine tucked his phone away and cleared his throat, trying to compose himself despite the half-hard erection twitching on his thigh, his partners moved into aftercare. They helped Daigo out of his outfit, taking off the bunny ears and loosening the ties on the sides of the suit so they could slip it down over his hips.
“How are you feeling?” Mine asked, lovingly stroking his cheek.
“Mm…” Daigo stretched, wincing at the slight soreness in his muscles that was sure to feel worse tomorrow. “Good. Tired.”
“You did so good!” Shinada said, peppering Daigo’s cheek in kisses. “So sexy as always!”
“Tatsuo!”
“It’s true,” Mine said, a warm smile on his lips as he took off Daigo's cuffs and faux collar. “You were amazing.”
Daigo watched as Mine meticulously undid the laces on his thigh highs boots, loosening them just enough so he could slide them off his strong calves. Starting with the left leg, he carefully peeled the black vinyl from Daigo's skin, remnants of sweat and piss sticking to the interior of the boot. Mine was just as gentle with the right leg, making Daigo softly sigh as he started massaging his foot with the thick pads of his thumbs. His feet were starting to hurt after wearing the high-heeled boots for so long, so he welcomed the massage, letting out a satisfied hum when Mine moved on to his other foot. After a few more minutes of bliss, Daigo gasped as he felt soft lips brush over his toes. Looking down at the man kneeling between his thighs, he could see Mine kissing the tops of his feet with a soft moan, his eyebrows furrowed in worship as he massaged Daigo’s soles.
"Mine-chan,” Shinada teased, “you're gonna get hard again if you keep that up."
Flushing as he realized what he was doing, Mine abruptly let go of Daigo’s feet, grabbing the boots and throwing them in the duffel bag. He pulled the towels from Shinada’s bag and started cleaning Daigo up, making him whine as Mine rubbed at his overstimulated cunt.
“Sorry, Daigo… Try to endure it.” As Mine wiped Daigo down, Shinada brought a bottle of water to his lips, gently tilting it so he could drink. The water felt amazing down his throat, his body thanking him as he gulped down half the bottle. He gratefully took a protein bar and nibbled on it as Shinada stripped, gathering their dirty clothes and toys in a plastic bag to clean once they got home.
“Come on, Mine-chan, you too.”
Mine blushed as he took off his ruined suit. He grabbed a water bottle and doused himself, trying to wash out the piss and slick still stuck to his face and hair. Shyly, he wrapped a towel around his waist to cover himself as he dried off, letting Shinada take over cleaning up Daigo.
“Really? After all that, you’re still embarrassed to get naked?”
“Don’t forget to wash Daigo off too,” Mine said, ignoring him.
Daigo hissed as Shinada poured water over his lower half, a little cold now that he wasn’t so worked up. Kissing apologies on his cheek, Shinada tossed the rest of the water on his own body before grabbing a towel and drying them off.
“Can we take a bath when we get home?” Daigo asked as they changed into clean clothes, donning a simple black sleeved shirt with dark jeans, a familiar puffy coat enveloping him. He wanted nothing more than to be nestled between his partners in a warm bath, snuggling in bed and drifting off to sleep once they were all clean.
“Of course,” Mine said as he adjusted the collar of his dress shirt, paired with slacks and a casual blazer.
Shinada grinned, back in his usual brown jacket and blue jeans. “Anything for you.”
Together, the three men walked out of the club towards their chauffeur waiting in the black limo, leaving the paradise of the BDSM club behind them. Daigo couldn’t help but look back longingly at the clandestine entrance as they drove away. He already missed it - the gaze of everyone’s eyes on him, the way he could be vulnerable and exposed without a care in the world, giving in to his deepest desires of submission and degradation.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and reminded himself this wasn’t the end. He had his partners to take care of him, whether in the privacy of his penthouse or between meetings at his office at Tojo headquarters. When they were all ready to escape their everyday lives again, the BDSM club, that sanctuary of desire, would welcome their return with open arms.