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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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4,403
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12
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Chapter 1
Is it just me, or do I feel more tired than usual tonight? I don’t think I’ve done anything particularly strenuous… I shrugged and pulled the blanket up around myself, deciding it wasn’t important. A voice in the back of my head screamed at me to stay alert but my tired brain did not listen. I fell asleep quickly.
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I watched him closely for signs of resistance to the drug. There were none. Human bodies are so easy to knock out… Confident that the boy was fast asleep, I dropped silently onto his balcony. I watched him through the sliding glass door for a moment, scanning his bedroom curiously. I smiled as I caught sight of the writing on the inside cover of a textbook. So, that’s your name, is it, Suichi? Good, I was hoping you wouldn’t remain so anonymous…
The door was locked, but that provided no obstacle to an experienced thief. Carefully, I shut the door, freezing in case the squeal of glass on rubber woke the boy. Slowly, cautiously, I approached his bedside. He’s even more beautiful up close… so absolutely flawless, so gentle…it almost makes me hesitant to proceed… I grinned to myself. Almost, but not quite…
I dropped my bag on the floor and pulled the short lengths of sturdy rope from it. Suichi did not stir as I gradually slipped his shirt over his head, biting back my impatience. He whimpered a bit as I rolled him onto his side and gently bound his wrists behind his back, reluctant to mar his faultless body.
And now for the finishing touches… I nudged the bag aside and tied the silk blindfold snugly around his eyes, and then gagged him with an identical piece of cloth, wishing I didn’t need to. Still he did not wake. I patted myself on the back before sitting down on the bed and pulling him into my arms. With a little moan, I attacked his neck with my tongue.
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In the haze between wakefulness and sleep, I shivered, suddenly feeling cold. An alarm began to blare groggily in my head as I tried to reach for the blanket, only to discover I couldn’t move my arms from behind my back. The clamor only increased as I tried to open my eyes and found it made no difference: either way, I could see nothing. The last two triggers were pulled at the same time as I realized I couldn’t open my mouth, and that there was an incredibly hot mouth at my throat.
I cried out in alarm, the sound smothered by the silk gag. Fear was starting to cloud my judgment. Through a terrified haze I could feel the mouth trailing kisses up my neck and then behind my ear. Every touch sent tingles down my body.
“Don’t be afraid,” a voice whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you…”
It’s a man’s voice… Even in my terror-induced trance, my brain began to try and form a mental image of the stranger. Older…late twenties, maybe early thirties… he smells good…like woodlands and…and roses…
I whimpered again as he licked a trail down my throat and attacked my collarbone. I shivered as he nibbled the soft skin, my heart starting to race. My attention was drawn to his hands as they came into play, rubbing my nipples gently. I could feel them hardening, turning into little pebbles of pleasure. I moaned.
This is wrong…it’s not supposed to feel good! My brain battled with my body as my captor teased my nipples into hardness. I shivered as he blew on them, sending waves of his cool breath over the heated skin. I moaned again in fear. The man sighed and kissed me gently through the gag.
Panic started to seep through as his hands slipped lower, sliding past my chest and down over my abdomen and trailing tantalizingly over my navel. I cried out again, feeling a tear dampen the blindfold. He sighed again and wrapped his lips around my nipple. I whimpered, unable to deny the heat washing through me.
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I must ease his fear, or at least replace it with pleasure… As impatient as I was, I was willing to go as slowly as necessary. I abandoned his taut bud and let my fingers replace my mouth so I could whisper in his ear once more.
“Believe me when I say I cannot hurt someone so beautiful,” I murmured. I smiled as Suichi’s cheeks flushed hotly. “You’re safe,” I continued, nibbling softly on the rim of his ear. “I won’t cause you any pain or discomfort, so please try and relax…”
Suichi let out another one of those delicious muffled moans, and squirmed in my arms. I could smell his fear and reluctance. I licked his chest again, purring in reassurance. I rolled his nipple between my thumb and finger before twisting it a tiny drop. He yelped. I tugged on the sensitive nub and smiled as he cried out in surprised pleasure.
Once more, I dragged my fingers down his chest and stomach. He cried out in fear again, and I noticed another dark spot mar the blindfold. Slowly, I ran my fingers over his pelvis and thighs, feeling the cloth shudder beneath my touch. I smiled, knowing that his legs would unclench themselves with time. I started to suck on his nipples again, feeling his back arch into the caress even as he hiccupped in fear. I nibbled his sensitive skin, and he yelped. His breathing was becoming harshly irregular. With a smirk I sucked it between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue, feeling his body shudder in response. I could almost sense the turmoil going on in him as the pleasure warred with his will.
His legs had loosened enough for me to slip my hands between them and tease the insides of his thighs. I rubbed them, trailing the very tips of my fingers over the cloth. Suichi wriggled desperately, clamping his legs together and pinning my hands where they were. The position was awkward, but I managed to push my hands in towards his groin.
I released his pebbled nipple and moved my lips down to his stomach. I dipped my tongue in his navel, knowing I was getting closer to his complete submission. He moaned again, obviously caught between struggling and submitting. I smirked.
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No! This isn’t supposed to feel good! I won’t let it! This is insane… My mind blanked in terror for a moment as I felt his hands wandering towards my groin. No… The tears were becoming frequent as I desperately struggled to free myself of my bonds. I froze for a moment as his insanely hot mouth touched my stomach.
Oh God, that feels g—no! No! This isn’t happening… It didn’t seem to matter how hard I squeezed my thighs together; he still managed to bring his seeking hands closer and closer. I moaned as he dragged his tongue across my navel, feeling my muscles loosen involuntarily. His hands jumped at the opportunity, and before I knew it, he was stroking me through the thin cloth of my pajama pants.
A tiny scream of surprise escaped my lips, only to be absorbed by that cursed gag. He gently dragged a nail down the length of my cock, tracing the veins and still caressing my thighs. To my horror, I could feel myself becoming hard under his gentle hands. I sobbed, more tears escaping the blindfold to run down my cheeks.
His mouth abandoned my stomach and I felt his lips press against the gag once more, dampness seeping through the cloth to wet my fear-dried lips. He shifted, and his tongue trailed up my cheek to lap away the saline tears. His wicked hands were still molesting my semi-erect cock.
“Don’t cry, love,” his silken voice caressed my ear. I shivered. “Don’t you see I’m only trying to pleasure you?” With another sigh he slowly slid one hand down my pants, keeping the cotton of my boxers between his hand and my burning flesh.
My throat closed up in fear for a second, but I was finally able to scream. My captor swiftly covered my mouth with his own, his other arm snaking around my waist to keep me from thrashing too much. I thrashed anyway, unwilling to let him touch me.
This doesn’t feel good, this doesn’t feel good, this doesn’t feel good—I repeated the mantra to myself as he coaxed me into a complete erection. Shame burned my cheeks. He wrapped his hand around as much of my cock as he could with the constraints of the cloth boxers. Heat soared through me, and I could only sob as the cotton ghosted against my hyper-sensitive cock. I heard him chuckle softly.
Lightning shot up my spine as he swiped the head of my cock with his thumb. I moaned. Once more he landed that feather-light touch on the sensitive head, sending daggers of bliss through my entire body. He was teasing me now, trying to make me submit to the rushes of heat. No…I refuse… My capacity for resistance was rapidly shrinking, however. I could feel a haze overtaking my brain that was insisting I give in.
His hand strayed away from the head, his fingers stroked the shaft. My hips jerked involuntarily and I mentally pleaded with him to resume rubbing the head. Why am I fighting this…? It took a long time for my fogged brain to answer itself. Oh right, because he’s raping me…but he’s so gentle! It’s almost as if he’s doing it for me…instead of for himself… why am I resisting…
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I could feel him beginning to cave in. The tension in his body began to die away. My own cock throbbed as I teased the shaft of his through his thin boxers. He was so hard; I could feel the blood pulsing through the engorged veins. He’s so sensitive to the touch… I hope you let me return at a later date so I can have even more fun exploiting that sensitivity, love… Suichi whined, and I kissed his neck, nibbling on the soft skin. It was smooth beneath my teeth, and he tasted delicious.
Gradually I pulled my hand away, smirking as Suichi sobbed in frustration. He no longer fought me. I sucked hard on his collarbone and slid my hand down under his boxers. I hesitated as the boy tensed once more, but continued after a moment. His moan sent shivers down my spine and I growled in response. I enveloped the silken head in my hand, relishing the feel of the heated skin between my fingers and drinking in his muffled scream of surprise.
Gently I caressed the sensitive skin, drawing delicious noises halfway between a moan and a sob from my prey. I ran my index finger around the edge of the head, building a mental picture in my mind. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and slowly pumped him, keeping my thumb on the head. I swirled it over the slit as I pumped him faster. The friction was burning my hand as I brought him to the edge before stopping short and making a ring around the base to stop the climax. He keened in frustration, his body arched into my hands. Once I was sure he was away from the brink, I started to pump him once more, beginning slowly, rubbing the head with my thumb. As I sped up, he started to sob, his body convulsing in ecstasy. This time, I did not stop him.
He came, his seed spraying into my hand. I greedily licked it up, relishing the bitter taste.
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I lay panting in the aftershock, coherency beginning to return to my thoughts. I moaned quietly as I heard him licking my cum off his hand.
“Once I’m gone you can do whatever you want,” he whispered. “But if you reveal that I’ve been here, I can’t return tomorrow… it’s your call, Suichi. Call the police if you want, but if you do I’ll never come back…” I heard him shuffling around for a few moments before he returned to my ear. “I’m going to leave now…”
I felt the ropes loosen and then release my wrists. In the time it too me to yank off the blindfold, he was gone, the breeze blowing through the open balcony door.
----
I watched him closely for signs of resistance to the drug. There were none. Human bodies are so easy to knock out… Confident that the boy was fast asleep, I dropped silently onto his balcony. I watched him through the sliding glass door for a moment, scanning his bedroom curiously. I smiled as I caught sight of the writing on the inside cover of a textbook. So, that’s your name, is it, Suichi? Good, I was hoping you wouldn’t remain so anonymous…
The door was locked, but that provided no obstacle to an experienced thief. Carefully, I shut the door, freezing in case the squeal of glass on rubber woke the boy. Slowly, cautiously, I approached his bedside. He’s even more beautiful up close… so absolutely flawless, so gentle…it almost makes me hesitant to proceed… I grinned to myself. Almost, but not quite…
I dropped my bag on the floor and pulled the short lengths of sturdy rope from it. Suichi did not stir as I gradually slipped his shirt over his head, biting back my impatience. He whimpered a bit as I rolled him onto his side and gently bound his wrists behind his back, reluctant to mar his faultless body.
And now for the finishing touches… I nudged the bag aside and tied the silk blindfold snugly around his eyes, and then gagged him with an identical piece of cloth, wishing I didn’t need to. Still he did not wake. I patted myself on the back before sitting down on the bed and pulling him into my arms. With a little moan, I attacked his neck with my tongue.
----
In the haze between wakefulness and sleep, I shivered, suddenly feeling cold. An alarm began to blare groggily in my head as I tried to reach for the blanket, only to discover I couldn’t move my arms from behind my back. The clamor only increased as I tried to open my eyes and found it made no difference: either way, I could see nothing. The last two triggers were pulled at the same time as I realized I couldn’t open my mouth, and that there was an incredibly hot mouth at my throat.
I cried out in alarm, the sound smothered by the silk gag. Fear was starting to cloud my judgment. Through a terrified haze I could feel the mouth trailing kisses up my neck and then behind my ear. Every touch sent tingles down my body.
“Don’t be afraid,” a voice whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you…”
It’s a man’s voice… Even in my terror-induced trance, my brain began to try and form a mental image of the stranger. Older…late twenties, maybe early thirties… he smells good…like woodlands and…and roses…
I whimpered again as he licked a trail down my throat and attacked my collarbone. I shivered as he nibbled the soft skin, my heart starting to race. My attention was drawn to his hands as they came into play, rubbing my nipples gently. I could feel them hardening, turning into little pebbles of pleasure. I moaned.
This is wrong…it’s not supposed to feel good! My brain battled with my body as my captor teased my nipples into hardness. I shivered as he blew on them, sending waves of his cool breath over the heated skin. I moaned again in fear. The man sighed and kissed me gently through the gag.
Panic started to seep through as his hands slipped lower, sliding past my chest and down over my abdomen and trailing tantalizingly over my navel. I cried out again, feeling a tear dampen the blindfold. He sighed again and wrapped his lips around my nipple. I whimpered, unable to deny the heat washing through me.
----
I must ease his fear, or at least replace it with pleasure… As impatient as I was, I was willing to go as slowly as necessary. I abandoned his taut bud and let my fingers replace my mouth so I could whisper in his ear once more.
“Believe me when I say I cannot hurt someone so beautiful,” I murmured. I smiled as Suichi’s cheeks flushed hotly. “You’re safe,” I continued, nibbling softly on the rim of his ear. “I won’t cause you any pain or discomfort, so please try and relax…”
Suichi let out another one of those delicious muffled moans, and squirmed in my arms. I could smell his fear and reluctance. I licked his chest again, purring in reassurance. I rolled his nipple between my thumb and finger before twisting it a tiny drop. He yelped. I tugged on the sensitive nub and smiled as he cried out in surprised pleasure.
Once more, I dragged my fingers down his chest and stomach. He cried out in fear again, and I noticed another dark spot mar the blindfold. Slowly, I ran my fingers over his pelvis and thighs, feeling the cloth shudder beneath my touch. I smiled, knowing that his legs would unclench themselves with time. I started to suck on his nipples again, feeling his back arch into the caress even as he hiccupped in fear. I nibbled his sensitive skin, and he yelped. His breathing was becoming harshly irregular. With a smirk I sucked it between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue, feeling his body shudder in response. I could almost sense the turmoil going on in him as the pleasure warred with his will.
His legs had loosened enough for me to slip my hands between them and tease the insides of his thighs. I rubbed them, trailing the very tips of my fingers over the cloth. Suichi wriggled desperately, clamping his legs together and pinning my hands where they were. The position was awkward, but I managed to push my hands in towards his groin.
I released his pebbled nipple and moved my lips down to his stomach. I dipped my tongue in his navel, knowing I was getting closer to his complete submission. He moaned again, obviously caught between struggling and submitting. I smirked.
----
No! This isn’t supposed to feel good! I won’t let it! This is insane… My mind blanked in terror for a moment as I felt his hands wandering towards my groin. No… The tears were becoming frequent as I desperately struggled to free myself of my bonds. I froze for a moment as his insanely hot mouth touched my stomach.
Oh God, that feels g—no! No! This isn’t happening… It didn’t seem to matter how hard I squeezed my thighs together; he still managed to bring his seeking hands closer and closer. I moaned as he dragged his tongue across my navel, feeling my muscles loosen involuntarily. His hands jumped at the opportunity, and before I knew it, he was stroking me through the thin cloth of my pajama pants.
A tiny scream of surprise escaped my lips, only to be absorbed by that cursed gag. He gently dragged a nail down the length of my cock, tracing the veins and still caressing my thighs. To my horror, I could feel myself becoming hard under his gentle hands. I sobbed, more tears escaping the blindfold to run down my cheeks.
His mouth abandoned my stomach and I felt his lips press against the gag once more, dampness seeping through the cloth to wet my fear-dried lips. He shifted, and his tongue trailed up my cheek to lap away the saline tears. His wicked hands were still molesting my semi-erect cock.
“Don’t cry, love,” his silken voice caressed my ear. I shivered. “Don’t you see I’m only trying to pleasure you?” With another sigh he slowly slid one hand down my pants, keeping the cotton of my boxers between his hand and my burning flesh.
My throat closed up in fear for a second, but I was finally able to scream. My captor swiftly covered my mouth with his own, his other arm snaking around my waist to keep me from thrashing too much. I thrashed anyway, unwilling to let him touch me.
This doesn’t feel good, this doesn’t feel good, this doesn’t feel good—I repeated the mantra to myself as he coaxed me into a complete erection. Shame burned my cheeks. He wrapped his hand around as much of my cock as he could with the constraints of the cloth boxers. Heat soared through me, and I could only sob as the cotton ghosted against my hyper-sensitive cock. I heard him chuckle softly.
Lightning shot up my spine as he swiped the head of my cock with his thumb. I moaned. Once more he landed that feather-light touch on the sensitive head, sending daggers of bliss through my entire body. He was teasing me now, trying to make me submit to the rushes of heat. No…I refuse… My capacity for resistance was rapidly shrinking, however. I could feel a haze overtaking my brain that was insisting I give in.
His hand strayed away from the head, his fingers stroked the shaft. My hips jerked involuntarily and I mentally pleaded with him to resume rubbing the head. Why am I fighting this…? It took a long time for my fogged brain to answer itself. Oh right, because he’s raping me…but he’s so gentle! It’s almost as if he’s doing it for me…instead of for himself… why am I resisting…
----
I could feel him beginning to cave in. The tension in his body began to die away. My own cock throbbed as I teased the shaft of his through his thin boxers. He was so hard; I could feel the blood pulsing through the engorged veins. He’s so sensitive to the touch… I hope you let me return at a later date so I can have even more fun exploiting that sensitivity, love… Suichi whined, and I kissed his neck, nibbling on the soft skin. It was smooth beneath my teeth, and he tasted delicious.
Gradually I pulled my hand away, smirking as Suichi sobbed in frustration. He no longer fought me. I sucked hard on his collarbone and slid my hand down under his boxers. I hesitated as the boy tensed once more, but continued after a moment. His moan sent shivers down my spine and I growled in response. I enveloped the silken head in my hand, relishing the feel of the heated skin between my fingers and drinking in his muffled scream of surprise.
Gently I caressed the sensitive skin, drawing delicious noises halfway between a moan and a sob from my prey. I ran my index finger around the edge of the head, building a mental picture in my mind. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and slowly pumped him, keeping my thumb on the head. I swirled it over the slit as I pumped him faster. The friction was burning my hand as I brought him to the edge before stopping short and making a ring around the base to stop the climax. He keened in frustration, his body arched into my hands. Once I was sure he was away from the brink, I started to pump him once more, beginning slowly, rubbing the head with my thumb. As I sped up, he started to sob, his body convulsing in ecstasy. This time, I did not stop him.
He came, his seed spraying into my hand. I greedily licked it up, relishing the bitter taste.
----
I lay panting in the aftershock, coherency beginning to return to my thoughts. I moaned quietly as I heard him licking my cum off his hand.
“Once I’m gone you can do whatever you want,” he whispered. “But if you reveal that I’ve been here, I can’t return tomorrow… it’s your call, Suichi. Call the police if you want, but if you do I’ll never come back…” I heard him shuffling around for a few moments before he returned to my ear. “I’m going to leave now…”
I felt the ropes loosen and then release my wrists. In the time it too me to yank off the blindfold, he was gone, the breeze blowing through the open balcony door.