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He began to beg, which he knew he must not do. He cried openly, which he never did. The hot tongue touched him and it still felt so good, despite his terror. Then came the sharp needle prick. He had almost come, and the pain drove him back. "No. No. No," he moaned, feeling himself drawn yet again towards the brink by the soft walls of Tatsuha's mouth. Jab. More moisture, which he knew to be his own blood, and a painful feeling like a scrape. He knew it well, from childhood falls on sidewalks. "No," he continued to moan. "STOP." Yet he was on the brink of orgasm and had been so forever. He needed that release more than anything, more than any fear or pain. He knew what he had to say. "Do it, do whatever you want," he whimpered, shutting his eyes against the inevitable agony. It came in scratches and scrapes, the moist tongue flicking all over his cock. Then everything shifted. Dumbly, Hiro opened his eyes. Tatsuha was sitting in his lap, Hiro's cock in his fist. In his other hand was the dart, and it was poised right over the guitarist's eyes. "NO!" "You said the wrong thing, Hiroshi." The fingers piano-ran up and down his cock. "Yes," Hiro whispered. He was straining so hard it felt like the handcuffs would tear his wrists off. Stinging gouges began to trickle down his chest. He hadn't even noticed when Tatsuha opened the shirt. "Look," Tatsuha commanded. Hiro obeyed, white with fear. Beads of blood leached from a dozen pockmarks and scratches, and the dart's point was thick with blood. Yet he was still horny, still trying to thrust himself into Tatsuha's palm despite the heavy weight pressing him into the chair. "Good boy," Tatsuha said mockingly. "You've done very well. Let's finish this." A prisoner of the hand still moving over his cock, Hiro watched Tatsuha raise the dart high over head. The monk held it poised. /No! He WON'T./ The ring of fingers began to move fast, the friction sticky and pulling from the drying blood. Hiro pumped wildly into the grip, uncaring. He heard his own incoherent cry of orgasm, and saw a shower of tiny droplets spray Tatsuha's chest. He screamed when he felt the ugly burst of pain, the sharpness of the dart as it pierced right through him. He screamed again when he realized he couldn't move his head. His ear was pinned to the back of the wooden chair by the dart. "Oh my God! What have you done?" Hiro sobbed. Tatsuha was glassy-eyed, his mouth open. Hiro knew that without being touched, Tatsuha had had an orgasm. An orgasm caused by the pure frisson of pain--Hiro's pain. A drop of sperm, thinned with sweat, fell slowly from Tatsuha's lips, along with a trickle of blood. The monk had accidently speared himself on his own tongue-spike. Hiro was numb. He didn't dare move. There was a slow pulling on his ear, painful. Then the dart came into view, as Tatsuha removed it. The monk reached out of Hiro's sight for something, and Hiro felt a stinging. "Keep still," Tatsuha ordered. "Just one more thing." Hiro felt a skewering, then a pressure against the back of his earlobe. The stinging returned, rubbing over a lump on his ear. The weight left as Tatsuha climbed off him and stepped back, staring. The monk replaced his tongue stud, snapping it down over the spike inside his bloody mouth. "Untie me, dammit," Hiro sobbed. "What did you do to me, you fucking bastard?" Tatsuha nodded, swallowing. A moment later, Hiro felt both sets of handcuffs release. The guitarist cried harder, and fell to the floor on his hands and knees. He was a wreck with his pants wrapped around his thighs. His ear, chest, and wrists hurt, his cock, soggy with saliva and blood, was dripping sperm. His punctures stung, burning from the salt of his own sweat. He pushed himself up and stumbled into the bathroom to look in the mirror. He pawed at his hair, trying to find the wound. At first he couldn't see anything. Then he saw it. His earlobe. He was wearing an earring. A flat gold square decorated his ear. Tiny kanji were engraved on it, but Hiro was too dazed to even try to read it. He swayed for several long moments. The stinging, he realized, had been caused by sake. Tatsuha had used sake to sterilize the wound. His pants. He was standing there with his pants and underwear around his thighs. Savagely, he jerked them back up and zipped them. Then he stepped out into the living room. Tatsuha was sitting with his feet up on the coffee table, smoking. "Like it?" the monk asked. "I chose my favorite earring from Ryu's collection. It looks cool on you. Very sexy." Hiro could have said a thousand things, but he was still too numb. He just stared, blinking. "At least you had an orgasm. They didn't let ME dull the pain that way when I was pierced. Oh, well. Anyway, I thought this would be better than taking you down to one of those teenage girls' bangle shops. They can be so embarrassing for guys, especially if you can't keep from screaming in the chair while all these teenybopper girls are gawking at you." "You. Planned. This?" At the moment, mastering words was difficult. "Not really, but Ayaka mentioned how nice you'd look with an earring. So I thought I'd do her a favor. It was sort of spur-of-the-moment." Hiro could not reply for a very long time. Tatsuha watched him coolly, smoke drifting above the monk's head. "You son of a bitch," the guitarist finally said. However, it was said without vehemence. Hiro was still too stunned. He began to realize that though his lobe hurt, it was true the initial puncture hadn't been so painful. Nor were his scratches serious. The wounds were bloody, but superficial. Tatsuha had--definitely distracted him. "Do you pull this sadistic shit with Ryuichi?" "Heavens, no! I wouldn't dare. We hug and cuddle a lot, and it's awfully sweet, but it's nice to have a change now and then." Tatsuha gave a perky grin. "Now go home and look pretty for your wife." Speechless, Hiro weaved his way out the door. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~ Epilogue ~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~ When he returned home, he met Ayaka's wide eyes. She grasped his sore ear to inspect the new earring, and rapped him on the forehead. "Wha--?" "Did he make you drunk?" Ayaka asked. "You look wasted. That Tatsuha! He has the most appalling sense of humor sometimes. At least you didn't come back with a tattoo as well." "How did you know--I mean, how did you know that Tatsuha pierced--took me to have my ear pierced?" The power of correct speech was slowly returning to Hiro. Ayaka gave an exasperated sigh. "Because the earring says, 'Property of Tatsuha Uesugi.'" ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ The End
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