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One of Hyouma’s favourite sights has to be admiring his boyfriend when he’s bound on his knees. It’s doubly pleasing tonight, given how disappointed he is with Shouei.
“Colour.”
Shouei’s garnet eyes find Hyouma’s. “Green.”
“Good.” Hyouma moves to take in Shouei’s position. The shibari rope holds Shouei’s hands in front of him, allowing him to lean on his elbows. One singular pink rope runs along the man’s spine, secured with an intricate crisscross through long jet black hair down to the top of Hyouma’s favourite anal hook currently pressed inside the kneeling man. At the moment, he’s supported by a wide ottoman beneath his elbows and chest. There’s a chance that won’t remain the case.
Then Hyouma lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m disappointed with you, Shouei.”
Before he can think better of it, Shouei starts to drop his head, only to gasp as the motion gives a yank to the hook inside him. He lifts his face, neck craning as far as it can to relieve some of the pressure.
“You only have yourself to blame for this. You know I’m loath to put you on the hook,” Hyouma intones gently, deceptively. They both know the truth. “And the fact that I felt the cage was necessary, too…”
“I’m sorry, mistress.” Shouei’s voice cracks on the apology, no doubt just speaking shifts his hair and making the hook shift.
“Don’t.” Gentle words are gone and Hyouma reaches out to grip Shouei by the jaw, drawing a grunt from him. “You said your apologies back at the dungeon. Start repeating them now and they’ll start to ring false.”
Shouei holds his mistress’ gaze as he gives a slow nod, showing his understanding while simultaneously stimulating himself on the hook. Satisfied, Hyouma lets his face go, giving one cheek a soft pat, before turning away while unzipping the pale pink latex pencil skirt he’d worn out that evening. He lets out a soft sigh to himself as the stiff material slides off his hips.
A soft whine draw Hyouma’s attention. Looking over his shoulder with an arched brow, vibrant red-pink hair falling down his back, he can’t help but smirk. “Bad boys don’t get to help me undress tonight.”
Shouei’s tied hands flex, fingers clearly wishing they were removing Hyouma’s clothes. The white lace bodysuit reveals itself fully once he’s divested of his skirt. The appeal of the bodysuit is how it’s crotchless, allowing his cock and balls to freely breathe. “You were lucky to be allowed to remove my heels in the genkan,” he points out as he considers the far wall of their play room.
Passing slender fingers over riding crops, short whips, and floggers in their collection, Hyouma can feel his partner’s gaze trained on what he’s doing. When he finally settles on one, he finds himself grinning at Shouei’s muttered, “Fuck.”
After checking in again and getting another green light, Hyouma strides toward Shouei, cock now on display and framed in white lace. The flogger in his grip is meant for experienced masochists: genuine hide leather with four metal studs gleaming at the end of every strip. Hyouma stands in front of Shouei once more, letting the flogger brush over sensitive skin to watch how the man shivers at the cool kiss of metal.
“How many other doms did you shame me in front of, hm?” As he asks, Hyouma steps away again, going over to the low chest of drawers this time and picking up a timer resting on the top. “Do you recall, Shouei?”
There’s a beat of silence. No doubt the other man’s desperately trying to recall their evening at their exclusive BDSM dungeon. Hyouma doesn’t turn around, encouraging his partner to find an answer by ignoring him. “T-Ten?” Shouei guesses.
“Not quite,” Hyouma replies as he turns to face him. “Twenty. Including Mikage Reo.”
That information makes Shouei swallow hard, his breath punching out of him now from the combined stimulation of the hook and exertion of trying to keep his head back. He’s aware of Reo’s renown in the scene and he’d never wanted to make his mistress look bad. Shouei forces himself to force down the apology struggling to break free.
Holding up the timer, Hyouma makes a show of clicking to add minutes. “You only lasted fifteen pathetic minutes before you came without permission, despite being trained to last much much longer. So now, you’re going to keep that cock cage on and the anal hook inside for thirty minutes while you receive twenty-two lashings. For the twenty doms who likely think I’ve trained you poorly now, one for my own displeasure, and an additional lashing for Mikage’s presence in particular.”
A violent shiver wracks Shouei, gaze wide and pupils consuming the red until there’s nothing but a thin vermilion strip outlining pitch. “P-Please, mistress.”
“Do you disagree with my punishment?” Hyouma’s tone dares Shouei to argue, pink irises glinting with barely contained violence as he peers down at him. “You had your fun at the dungeon, came more than you probably deserve tonight, even when you were strictly instructed to wait for permission. Do you not understand why I am upset?”
On a shuddering exhale, Shouei answers, “N-No, I understand, mistress.”
“So what do you say?”
“Thank you for teaching me a lesson.” The words are rote, well established in their play; a green phrase.
The last word has only just left Shouei’s lips when Hyouma’s arm swings, landing the first hit between the kneeling man’s bare shoulders. A choked exclamation falls from Shouei, unprepared for the first strike.
“Count. I didn’t gag you for a reason,” Hyouma demands, voice like silky darkness.
“One,” Shouei says on a gasp.
There are less pauses after that. Lashings two, three, and four fall in quick succession, leaving Shouei breathless after each count. His long dark lashes are damp already, but the sight only makes Hyouma’s cock twitch with arousal; bringing his man to tears never ceases to thrill him.
After the fifth strike, this one falling directly between Shouei’s ass cheeks, Hyouma checks the timer where he placed it back on the dresser. Only five minutes have passed. Rather than start whipping him again, Hyouma takes a moment to spread Shouei’s ass wider, to get a good look at how the hook disappears past the fluttering ring of muscle.
He’s unable to help himself, reaching out to tug at the pink rope and grinning wickedly at how Shouei moans at the sensation. Hyouma’s grateful that he chose to include the cock cage, otherwise he might fear another early orgasm from his precious lion.
After giving his ass an appreciative squeeze, Hyouma begins anew with each strike, adoring the way Shouei’s skin reddens and rises in angry welts in every place that the metal studs make contact; each strike more forceful than the last.
“El-Elev-Eleven,” Shouei stammers out, tears falling freely now and his torso struggling to remain steady on the ottoman. His breath races out of him and Hyouma feels the rush of vicious pleasure at bringing this powerful man apart.
For the second half of the flogging, Hyouma decides to do away with the ottoman, forcing Shouei’s ass to present in the air, struggling to find a position that doesn’t tug the hook as sharply at this new angle. The next five strikes land across back, thighs, ass, and calves. Shouei’s muscles jerk and twitch at the painful stimulation, hissing between gasps and cries. Hyouma feels a shiver run down his spine as his own cock strains with need.
“Only six more,” he announces after wetting his lips. Sparing the timer a glance, Hyouma sees that another twelve minutes have passed, putting them past the halfway mark. His own breath puffs from him, exerted from the repeated swings of his arm. It’s a delicious burn. “Then we’ll see if you can get me off before time’s up.”
“S-Shit,” Shouei shouts the moment the next strike slashes pain across his smarting skin. Then he hurriedly adds, “Seventeen!”
“Good.”
The last of the flogging goes without incident. Shouei’s tanned skin now layered in red welting stripes. The man groans where he kneels on a cushion. But Hyouma doesn’t give him long to rest before he’s snatching out his hand, gripping the man’s bound hair and yanking him upward.
“Suck,” he demands with his cock bobbing in front of Shouei’s face.
His boyfriend swallows down Hyouma’s cock like it’s what he’s craved all night. It very well may be the case. Shouei does enjoy oral of all kinds. But right now, it’s all about the dom’s pleasure.
“If you don’t get me off in,” Hyouma looks over at the timer again before continuing, “nine minutes, I’ll add more time to your punishment. If you’re—ah—able to come so quickly, you should be able to get me there even faster, yes?”
Challenge set, threat delivered, Shouei focuses on his task with mewling groans each time his head shifting forces the hook in his rear to tug and pull on him. The ball at the hook’s end is no doubt pressing against his prostate in this position, giving him excruciating stimulation the cock cage is keeping him from fully enjoying. Hyouma finds he only lets Shouei control the blowjob for a minute before he’s taking control.
Fingers bury into silky soft hair and Hyouma’s hips thrust his cock down Shouei’s throat. He barely adjusts to the shift before Hyouma fucks into his mouth with abandon, letting out reverberating moans that match Shouei’s own vibrating around his cock. “Gods, your hot mouth feels so good,” he accidentally praises in the moment.
The words make Shouei whine and his cheeks hollow out as he sucks and swallows, his tongue sliding along the underside of Hyouma’s sensitive cockhead. Hyouma knows he won’t last much longer, never was intending on trying to hold back. Shouei has taken his punishment like a good boy and, gods, he deserves to finally come.
Hyouma’s climax ricochets out of him, veins alight with ecstasy in the same moment that the timer begins to beep. With his cock buried in Shouei’s mouth, his cum splatters at the back of the man’s throat and gets greedily swallowed down.
“Good, good.” Hyouma pants out the words as his legs begin to shake, barely staying standing. Finally, he drops to sit on the ottoman, dragging a hand through his hair while he tries to catch his breath. The timer thankfully stops its incessant beeping. “Come here, love.” Gone is the hard-edged dom.
Shouei shuffles closer on his knees while Hyouma takes hold of his bound wrists to help keep him steady. Once Shouei’s elbows rest against his thighs, Hyouma begins undoing first the knot that holds the shibari rope in Shouei’s hair and keeping the anal hook pulled taut. The moment the line relaxes and Shouei’s hair falls free around his shoulders, the man lets out a sigh.
“You did so well.” He presses a kiss to the top of Shouei’s head before leaning back to start untying his bound wrists. “I’m sure you won’t disappoint next time we go to Blue Lock.” There’s a teasing lilt to his words this time.
“Promise,” Shouei answers softly, his voice rougher than normal.
Once his wrists are free, Hyouma leans forward to seek out Shouei’s lips with his own, the other man’s arms wrapping around him and pulling him into his lap. “Now let's get you out of that cage, precious,” Hyouma says when he leans away. “Then I’ll help you come whichever way you wish.”
Shouei lets out a low groan as he buries his face in his boyfriend’s neck, subspace making him extra clingy. “Yes. Fuck, I love you.”
“Love you too, Shouei.” Hyouma plants a kiss to his temple before going into the ottoman’s inner storage to grab the keys to the cage, looking forward to spending the rest of the night taking care of his boyfriend before they sleep, happy and sated.