Nighttime Visitor

I swore loudly at the empty room, wondering how in hell Yoko expected me to get out of this one. For a long few moments I struggled and cursed and swore, trying to force the soft, tough ropes to snap, screaming curses at the departed Yoko, until my exhaustion overtook me. I lay back and let my rational side take over. The only parts I can move are my legs, which are entirely useless while I’m flat on my back. I cast a glance around the room, looking for anything jagged or sharp within reach. My scissors were on the desk on the other side of the room, but my keys lay on the nighttable. I smiled, a plan beginning to form in the back of my mind. I squirmed until I had reached as much of a diagonal as I could and stretched one leg out. With my big toe, I hooked the key ring and slowly brought it back to the bed.

So now I have a ring of keys. Now what? I need someway to cut through these damn ropes at my wrists. For the first time in my life I found myself wishing I had no spine. But I had to make do with what I had, and I thought for a moment before sighing and beginning the arduous task of transferring the keys from my toes to my hands. It took a long time but I finally successfully managed to toss the key ring with my foot over my body until it hit the headboard and fell into my open palm. My wrists were crossed above my head, with a short length of rope tying them to the bars on the headboard. I worked the ring between my fingers, selecting the key with the sharpest edges and then twisting my arms painfully until I could saw clumsily at the rope connecting my wrists to the bedposts. It was one in the morning when I started.

Two and a half hours later, the key sawed through the last thread of the rope and with aching shoulders I pulled my still-bound, throbbing wrists onto my stomach. Now to get them untied… With a growl I grabbed at the knot with my teeth, pulling at it, working my teeth under the tough rope to loosen the knot, feeling the rope beginning to come undone. Five minutes later my hands were free. I instantly went to untie the rope around my middle. But, to my dismay, the rope was tied to the bedbox, far below where I could reach whilst lying on my back. With a groan I started the sawing again, but this time I had three ropes to cut through instead of one. I glanced at the clock. 3:40. Mother will come in to wake me at around 6:10. I’ll need at least three minutes to put pajamas on and get into bed again. I must work quickly. Ignoring my aching shoulders and my heavy eyelids I started to saw at the ropes as fast as I could.

Miracle of miracles, I finished at 6:08, leaving me two minutes to hide the ropes under the bed, throw pajamas on, and crawl under the covers, closing my eyes just as the door handle turned. Next time Yoko paid a visit, I’d have a few things to say to him, that much was certain.

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Suichi was angry with me, and at the moment I only contrived to make him angrier. But I had to know. I had to know how far I could take this. He doesn’t know it, but he’s bound to me; he’s mine for the rest of his life, however long it is humans live… The evening after I’d watched Suichi ingeniously work himself out of his predicament with seconds to spare, I lounged in a tree, keeping an eye on the redhead. I wonder if he knows just how beautiful he really is… and that his impatience for my return is almost too much for even my self-control…

I cringed at the thought of not having Suichi in my arms for the next week, wanting to hold him, caress him, hear his delicious cries. I wanted to fall asleep with him against my breast and wake with my nose buried in that luscious hair. And I was making myself wait an entire week before returning, just to see if his obvious desire for me would fade. The very thought made my heart hurt. I smiled to myself. I guess I need him as much as he needs me. Not once in 1300 years have I felt an attraction as strong as this…my sweet Suichi…

As the hours dragged by, Suichi’s face shifted from an expectant hope, to nervousness, to disappointment, and finally, as light seeped over the horizon, to sheer dismay. I couldn’t stay and watch him as I had been. Not for an entire week. Not without him.


It was a few hours before dawn on Monday morning when I slipped back through his window after the hardest week of my life. Suichi was asleep, having given up his vigil a few days back. Immediately I could tell my absence had had an effect on the boy; besides the dark circles under his eyes, there was the stench of despair that drifted around him and a dullness to his once lustrous red mane. His breathing was so irregular and so shallow I knew he wasn’t entirely asleep and that my touch would instantly wake him. Carefully, I set my bag down and slid another length of rope from it.
Suichi woke immediately, his immediate joy faltering as he felt the ropes gently tying his wrists together. I leaned over and kissed him, feeling a rush of happiness as our lips connected. Suichi whimpered quietly, questioning but trusting. Without releasing my treasure’s lips I nudged his pajama pants and boxers down to his ankles, unable to resist teasing his cock until the boy moaned. With a pang of guilt I slid the battery-operated vibrator my other hand had been concealing into Suichi’s ass. Carefully I set it on high before slipping it entirely into him, save for the small string that would allow it to be removed.

My mouth muffled his surprised shriek, but Suichi wriggled desperately in my arms, his lips escaping from mine to let out pleasured gasps and whines. His body quivered fiercely, and his cock rose fast, pulsing and throbbing against his stomach. Suichi moaned, his toes curling as his thighs convulsed, and I swiftly slid the cock ring down over his erection to block his release. Suichi’s mouth came away from mine with a desperate wail.

“Y-Yoko…please…what are you—“

“I’m sorry, love, but I need to see…” My voice trailed off as I became distracted by the buckles on the final piece of the set up. Suichi heard the rustle of metal and leather and whimpered my name. Hoping he wouldn’t hate me for this, I rolled Suichi onto his stomach and coaxed him onto his shoulders and knees.

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I gasped as Yoko’s hand wrapped around my aching erection and pulled it down so it lay against my thighs again, still hard and angry. I heard myself moaning, lost in the haze of desperation and feeling the intense desire wracking my body. Dimly I registered Yoko’s activities. With one hand still holding my cock down, he draped some sort of strap over my lower back and ran another piece between my legs. I felt cold steel brush against the inside of my thigh and whimpered. What’s he doing…why won’t he let me come…Oh GOD it hurts…

It wasn’t until I felt the strap between my legs pulled tight until it lay between my butt cheeks, obscuring my hole and its angrily vibrating occupant, and felt metal pressing down over my groin that I realized what Yoko was doing.

“NO!!” I cried out, trying to wriggle. But his grip was too firm, and before I knew it he had the chastity belt secured and locked. Only then did he untie me. Immediately my hand flew to my groin and collided with steel. “Y-Yoko…why are you doing this…?”

There was a tinge of regret in his eyes as he leaned over and kissed my forehead. I pressed against him, sobbing, my thighs trembling uncontrollably, my hips jerking uselessly. Yoko sighed, his warm breath ruffling my hair. “I’ll come back later tonight to free you,” he murmured.

I sat up, staring at him, horror registering somewhere in my pleasure-fogged mind. “B-But…I have school today!” I hissed. “I can’t handle…this… all day!! Please, Yoko!” I found myself whimpering. “Please don’t do this to me…” A moan wracked my body as another orgasm struck, building up behind the first one. “Please…” I sobbed.
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He shook his head, an odd little smile on his face. “How you get through the day is your problem, not mine, Suichi,” he said. And he was gone. I bit back a shriek of rage tried to reign in my self control, forcing myself to ignore the nonstop stimulation and see if I could find a way out of that stupid belt. I ran my hands over it, trying to find a weakness, a design flaw, or an emergency release, but it was too well-made. With another moan I pulled my pajamas back up, noting with a little relief that the belt also ensured that my burning erection went unnoticed.


School was a nightmare. I kept my teeth clenched around the inside of my bottom lip to hold back the cries trying to force their way out. It was all I could do to stop my knees from knocking and walking made the vibrator shift with every step. The little movements so deep inside my body only added to the now-nonstop need to orgasm. I wrestled with my expressing as I wobbled to my first class, trying to erase the pained desperation I knew was on it. I could do nothing about the blood that was rushing to my face as people threw me puzzled looks. A few girls looked downright alarmed.

I received a nasty shock when I took my seat in homeroom. The chair drove the vibrator deeper and it a spot deep in my body that made my back arch. The wood creaked as my fingers dug into the desk, tiny whimpers escaping my clenched teeth and bleeding lip, a violent orgasm shuddering through me. The pressure intensified, but I was aware of my classmates’ stares and pulled myself under all the control I had, though the grip on my desk did not loosen.

So it went, progressively worsening as the day went on, and exhaustion began to come over me as well. By last period I was dizzy from pain and exhaustion, my ass was sore and my lip was shredded. I could barely see anymore, the teacher’s words were an indistinct buzz and it was an effort to remain conscious. Coherent thought had abandoned me hours ago, but I did still feel and intense, burning anger at Yoko and something else that sent bolts of pain through my heart.

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It was torture, I decided. Sitting there, watching Suichi suffering, knowing I was the cause, unable to ease his pain. It was tempting to cave in and take the belt off right when he came home from school and collapsed into a gasping, sobbing ball on his bed, but I forced myself to wait.

After far too long, Suichi got up and went into the bathroom to shower. I drugged his mother and waited until she fell asleep before opening the bathroom door. Suichi was on his hands and knees, swaying dangerously, whimpering, his eyes glazed. He did not look up when I pulled the shower curtain aside, too wrapped up in his torment. I reached over and unlocked the belt. It fell with a clatter, Suichi’s purple, throbbing cock springing up angrily, engorged and pulsing with blood. Suichi looked up with a cry, meeting my eyes, pain crazed and desperate. I could see anger in his eyes, too, fury, in fact, but no hatred. Relief washed over me as I stripped and pulled Suichi to his feet before climbing under the warm water and pulling the curtain shut again. His knees buckled and he fell against my chest.

I let my hand wander down his body before taking his hands and putting them on my shoulders. Slowly, I sank to my knees and hungrily engulfed the dark purple head of Suichi’s cock in my mouth. The boy cried out loudly, jerking his hips, his member sliding into the back of my throat. Suichi leaned heavily on me, unable to support himself. I ran a leg up his thigh, teasing him, unable to resist.

“Damn you…please…”

At Suichi’s strangled pleas I found the release on the ring and pressed it. It sprang loose, and a fraction of a second later the redhead let out a feral shriek as a day’s worth of orgasms rush forth, finally freed. I swallowed greedily, milking his cock for every drop of his essence, unable to swallow fast enough. His seed dribbled from the corners of my mouth despite my best efforts, and was washed away by the water.

I reached between his legs and found the string. Gently, I pulled the vibrator away and set it on the edge of the tub as Suichi moaned in relief and collapsed, nearly knocking me over. I caught him and set him gently down, hovering over his beautiful body, stroking his face and chest, worshiping every flawless inch. His eyes fluttered open, and when they focused on me, Suichi snarled and pulled away, glaring at me from under a fringe of wet red hair.

“I know, love. I’m sorry,” I murmured, my hands itching, denied the right to roam the boy’s beautiful body.

“I trusted you…” he whispered. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me and I believed you…you son of a bitch!”

I winced. His emotions were clear as day to me, so I was certain he didn’t hate me, that he was angry, furious, even, but deep down he still trusted me, he still wanted me, even if he didn’t know it. Even so, his words stung. I pushed the sudden pain aside and shook my head. “I know you’re angry, Suichi, but I had to know.”

“Know what?” he spat.

I reached out to stroke his hair, ignoring his cringe. “I needed to know how far I could go, how much I could do to you, without you forever hating me for it.”

He knocked my hand away. “I do hate you, so now you know.”

I smiled and wrapped my hand around his cock. A small puff of breath escaped his lips. “No you don’t,” I murmured, my voice lowered. “You’re angry, yes, but you still crave my touch…” I began to stroke him, slowly, feeling him hardening in my hands. “You want me, Suichi. Don’t deny it, now…”

The boy turned his head away, refusing to look at me, his jaw set stubbornly. I rubbed him faster, swiftly bringing him to completion, and not a sound escaped his lips. He would not yield easily. I smirked and went down on him, working his cock with my throat, swallowing around his length. Suichi’s body arched into my mouth, but he still refused to cry out. He knew perfectly well that his cries were what turned me on and was doing a damn good job of denying me my pleasure.

I sighed, and pulled away to tease the head with my tongue, running a hand down his thigh to tease his puckered entrance. Suichi tried to squirm away, unwilling to submit to what he knew was coming, but he was mine now and I worked a finger into his tight ass. Suichi cried out, finally, arching into my touch, still sensitive from the vibrator. I fingered him gently, still working the head of his cock between my teeth, waiting for Suichi’s inevitable surrender. I wiggled my finger inside him, searching for that special spot, using my nail to torture his sweet asshole.

I knew I found it when Suichi yelped. “Ah! Yoko!” he cried, throwing his head back. “Oh please, Yoko, don’t stop! That feels so good! Oh…”

I let go of Suichi’s cock and focused all my energy on fingering him into oblivion. I kissed him, feeling him respond greedily to my lips, pulling my tongue into his mouth. I growled possessively into his warm, wet cavern as he came again, his seed swiftly washed down the drain. Only then did I release him. He made as if to get up, but I held him there gently, nibbling his collarbone.

“Yoko…wait.”

I looked up, irritated at yet another interruption, and let Suichi sit up. I sighed and pulled him against my chest. “What is it, love?”

He nuzzled me, his eyes closed. “I’m sorry I said I hated you…”

I smiled. “You don’t need to apologize, Suichi. I knew you didn’t mean it.”

We sat there in silence for a while, letting the warm water caress us. I buried my face in Suichi’s hair and closed my eyes as the boy pressed closer against me. After a moment I felt his eyes wandering downwards until they settled in my lap and on my flaccid cock. He blushed, glanced up at me, and closed his eyes again. I sighed heavily into his hair, my own eyes drifting shut.

His delicate, gentle fingers wrapped around my length. I gasped and felt my hand tighten around Suichi’s shoulder. Just the simple fact that Suichi was touching me was enough to bring me up and hard. His hands were so soft, his touch so gentle… My head went back with a moan as he pumped me slowly, his other hand snaking in to toy with my balls. I felt my hips jerk into his touch as he stroked my rigid member faster and caressed my balls with passion behind every touch.

“Oh…Suichi…that feels so good…” I moaned, lost in the pleasure. I did not notice him slowly sliding out of my lap until his tongue snaked out to gently touch the tip of my cock. The sudden, unexpected heat made me yelp and I buried my hands in his hair as he slid my length carefully into his mouth. After a few tries, he pulled his gag reflex under control and mastered the art of deep-throating. I cried out, trying desperately to not viciously fuck his mouth as he sucked me off, his blunt teeth scraping against the taut skin of my cock. I was so happy, and the joy of Suichi’s forgiveness added to the burn rapidly building in my groin. I gasped as he pulled up to gently suckle the head of my cock, his soft hand still massaging my balls.

It had been so long since I’d had a blow job, and Suichi was good, especially for a human virgin. I reined in my release as the boy descended again, feeling my cock sliding into the back of his throat and the sudden pressure as he swallowed around me. He started going a little faster and I heard myself cry out again, unsure how much longer I could hold myself back. His tongue swirled around my head, licking up the drops of pre-cum, before he had me down his throat again and swallowed. My hands tightened in Suichi’s hair, and I opened my eyes to watch him.

That was my mistake. His eyes were closed, long lashes brushing his pink cheeks, sodden hair falling around him, brushing my thighs. His jaw was stretched around my ample length and watching him going down on me caused my self control to fracture. I came with a cry, my seed spilling into his startled mouth. Suichi swallowed it greedily, milking me for every drop, before pulling away and meeting my eyes shyly. I smiled at my dear Suichi and pulled him to me again, kissing him, tasting myself on his tongue. My hands trailed down his sides and over his ass, one finger stroking his hole again. He moaned into my chest.

“Tell me what you want, Suichi,” I whispered.

He blushed. “I want—I want you to—to take me,” he mumbled. “Make me yours, Yoko; I want you inside me…”

I made him look me in the eye. “Are you sure, love?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” he said, his eyes begging me.

I kissed him, one finger sliding back into him. Suichi moaned, wriggling against my hand as I moved my finger within that incredibly tight heat. To my surprise, he was relaxed in my arms, his muscles unclenched and loose. I added another finger and pumped them faster, feeling Suichi’s cries reverberate down my spine. I was already hard again, my cock weeping with the need to penetrate that tight, beautiful virgin body.

I lay him on his back, my breathing rasping from my lungs, and pulled his legs around my waist before removing my fingers and pressing my erection against him. He met my eyes, trusting and eager, and wrapped his arms around my neck. Slowly, carefully, I started to enter him, his cry grating against my ears as I stretched him around my considerable length. Suichi bit his lip, his eyes closed, determined not to cry. I let out a moan as such incredible pressure constricted my length. I pushed all the way in, stopping to let him adjust around me. Suichi relaxed again quickly and I started to fuck him, as slowly and gently as I could, restraining the urge to pound him into next week.

Suichi’s legs clenched around my waist and he moaned in frustration. “Yoko…God, Yoko, more! Please, you’re killing me! Fuck me…!”

I kissed his jaw. “I don’t want to hurt you, love,” I whispered, my mind fogging with the pleasure.

“Please, Yoko! I want it harder! I don’t care if it hurts…” His begging was chipping at my self control. I moved a little faster, moaning as the friction began to build up, my head swimming in the unbelievable heat and pressure. Suichi cried out, his back arching. “Oh God, Yoko! Now harder; fuck me harder!”

I felt my body give in to his begging and I thrust into him harder and harder with each stroke. Suichi wailed, his nails digging into my shoulderblades, and my last shred of self-control broke. With a snarl I started to fuck him, hard and fast, the friction and the beauty of that supine form writhing under me, his shrieks singing through my bloodstream. Part of me realized I could seriously injure him, but to my horror I couldn’t stop. The pleasure drove me onwards, making me slam into his slender form even though I could see blood mingling with the water. I found his sweet spot and hit it hard, hearing him shriek again.

I wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping him in time with my wild thrusts, his shrieks taking on the tone of pleasure. I moaned, the hot, tight friction sending electric currents through my body, making my hair stand on end. It was so tight it hurt, the heat so intense I feared we would burst into flames, Suichi’s screams so loud I was afraid I might kill him. And I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, even though there were tears coursing down Suichi’s delicate face. I let out a long, loud wail as we both came, and I felt Suichi drop into unconsciousness as I pulled out of him.

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I awoke in hot water, my cheek on Yoko’s chest, my ass sore and aching. I looked up, meeting his worried eyes with a smile. His head dropped, and I felt his face against my head as he buried his nose in my hair.

“I’m so sorry, Suichi…” Yoko whispered, his voice trembling.

I reached up to touch his face. “Don’t be, Yoko.”

“You were in so much pain…I could see it on your face, hear it in your voice, and I just couldn’t stop!”

I kissed his collarbone. “Yes, it hurt, Yoko. But…at the same time, I—I’ve never felt as happy as I did just now,” I whispered. “Thank you so much.” He shook his head, guilt still plain on his face. I curled up against him, feeling the hot water soothing away the aches in my back, my eyelids drifting shut.

I heard Yoko sigh. “My Suichi…” he whispered.

A thrill went through me at his words. I am his… I realized. I would follow him to the ends of the Earth if I had to, without question; I don’t ever want to be apart from him. I need him, this strange, beautiful, alien creature with his ears and tail. I would do anything for him, anything… I felt no fear, knowing Yoko’s complete control over me, knowing I would gladly let him do whatever he pleased with me.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me, Suichi.” Yoko’s soft voice ruffled my hair.

Something dawned on me. I looked up at him. “Y-Yoko, how old did you say you were?”

He smiled. “Thirteen hundred and twenty-one, to be exact.” His eyes met mine.

The number swum in my skull, impossible, unbelievable, but I trusted him too much to doubt his answer. Besides, the ears and tail were real enough and he was fast and silent enough to prove to me he was not human. But still…I closed my eyes. “Yoko, the average human lifespan is somewhere around seventy-five years.”

Yoko stared, as boggled by the briefness of human lives as I was by the longevity of his. “What—but, 75…holy hell that’s nothing! I mean, I knew humans had short lives but I thought you lived at least a few hundred years!” He was trembling a little. “How—how old are you right now?”

“Eighteen.”

“Eighteen…good grief; I was still clinging to my mother’s apron when I was eighteen!”

I buried my face in his chest again. “Knowing that….will you still want me when I’m old and wrinkly? In forty years, when my hair starts graying and my skin starts sagging, will you still be there? Or will you leave to go find some young…whatever you are...” My voice cracked horribly, responding to the ache in my chest.

“Forty years…” Yoko breathed, still dazed. He snapped out of it and kissed my head. “I’m not going to lie and say that I’ll still want you when you’re older,” he said carefully, drawing a small sob from somewhere in my chest. “But, Suichi…” he raised my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Damnit, Suichi, I love you and I always will no matter how decrepit you become.”

To my horror I felt tears spilling from my eyes and warmth filling my heart. I tried to speak, but Yoko’s sudden wave silenced me. His ears were twitching, picking up some sound that I couldn’t hear. After a moment, he swore. A fraction of a second later I heard it too, footsteps in the hallway and the crackle of police radios.

His hand connected with his forehead with a wet smack. “I knocked out your mother but I forgot about the neighbors!” he moaned. He shot me a glance. “You and your screaming…”

I blushed. “Who is it that was making me scream?” I grumbled. We both tensed as the door rattled. A second later something banged against it, hard, causing it to quiver in its frame. After the third hit it came crashing down and Yoko and I found ourselves staring up the barrel of a handgun.

“Freeze, this is the poli—“ The officer stopped short. My face grew redder and I tried to hide myself from their staring eyes. My neighbors were there, with two other officers.

“Uhh, this gentleman said he heard screaming…” one of the other two policemen started. “And uh, we searched the house and this bathroom was the only room left…”

“It sounded like someone was being tortured,” my neighbor blurted. She was blushing, too, I noticed. “And your mother was completely unconscious; we couldn’t wake her at all. She’s at the hospital now, Suichi…”

Ice cold fear gripped my chest. I looked up at Yoko. “You—you said…you said she’d be OK…?”

His hand rested on my head. “Don’t worry, Suichi. She’ll be fine.” He looked up at the crowd in the doorway, and I realized with a shock that the cat ears were gone. Visible through his damp hair were perfectly ordinary human ears. A quick glance confirmed that the tail was gone, too. He looks so…naked without them… Yoko spoke, his voice a different one than the one he used with me; it was harsher, deeper. “That was my doing, officer,” he growled. “The noise would have disturbed her and Suichi didn’t want to worry her.”

“But…they tested for drugs and there weren’t any…”

Yoko’s shoulder raised in a gentle shrug. “I make my own drugs,” he said. I blinked.

The policeman glowered. “That’s illegal, you know.”

Another shrug. “I didn’t, actually.”

I hastened to explain. “Please, he’s…not from here,” I said. “And can you please at least let us…get dressed…?”

With a flustered motion all five were gone, retreated down the hallway. Yoko sighed and helped me to my feet. “Are you still sore, Suichi?”

I shrugged. “Only a little.” He kissed my forehead and draped a towel around my shoulders. My eyes landed on his lower back, the absence of his tail too noticeable. “Yoko…what—where are your ears and tail?”

He grinned. “Illusion. There still there but I just hide them so regular humans can’t see them. Their minds trick them into seeing human ears where they would be. It’s something all d—all of my kind can do.”

I cocked my head. “But you let me see them…”

Yoko patted my hair. “Yes, I did, and I might get in trouble for that. We’re not supposed to make humans aware of our existence.”

“’We’ who, Yoko? Just what are you anyway?”

He studied me for a while before shrugging. “All right, I’ll tell you. But it’s a very long story, I warn you…”

I stopped him. “Yoko, I want to go to Mother. I don’t want her to wake up alone in the hospital, not knowing why she’s there…” Yoko smiled patiently and nodded. “And besides,” I added. “She has a right to know her son’s gay…”

His smile turned to incomprehension. “Her son is what?”

“Gay,” I repeated. His stare did not falter. I sighed. “Likes men.”

Yoko still looked baffled. “Why does it matter?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know, I never understood that either. But here most people are attracted to the opposite sex and same-sex relationships are…frowned upon by many.” I looked up at him again, shyly. “I wasn’t…sure of it—that I was—until tonight, because although I’d known you were male, it was all just foreplay before. It would not have been any less pleasurable if you were female. But then—when I had you in my mouth I was certain of it.” He looked as if he had something to say about my murmured confession, but he held his tongue. I smiled. “Besides, I love you.” I was suddenly wrapped in his strong arms, pressed against his chest, inhaling that intoxicating aroma. He held me to him and for that moment nothing else in the universe mattered.