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It had been an accident. A heat of the moment kind of thing. Both of them had been pretty vocal the whole time, moaning and dirty talking, mutually enjoying things the whole way through…
Shinsou wasn’t entirely sure when his quirk had activated.
It wasn’t until they’d both climaxed, him held above her on his elbows, trying to catch his breath that he saw the distant look in her eyes.
Fuck. No. No!
He was quick to break the hold and start caring for her. She was confused and unnerved by things, but said it was fine. No big deal, she was just disappointed that the details of what happened weren’t clear since she’d been enjoying herself so much – that her body certainly felt like she’d enjoyed it, but the memories were fuzzy and unclear.
Shinsou was a wreck, so apologetic that she found herself even more uneasy around him and came up with an obvious lie as an excuse to go home early.
A few weeks later they’d broken up. He couldn’t blame her – he hadn’t forgiven himself for what happened, so why would she? Or was it just that she couldn’t deal with his over-protective caution following the incident? Either way, it was probably for the best.
Only now… he was alone. Too afraid to date anyone else, for fear of taking someone’s free will away again in the middle of things. After all, once his quirk took over, his target loses free will. He might as well have been fucking someone in a coma…
Alone in his room one night, it was coincidence that another long session of replaying things in his head over and over to shame himself was interrupted by a text.
A text from Monoma.
[Neito]: Hey! Everything okay? Haven’t seen you post anything in days. Any luck finding placement as a sidekick?
Shinsou frowned down at his phone. It had been some time since they’d graduated, and he had always figured that once everyone went their separate ways that Monoma wouldn’t have any need for someone like him and they’d grow apart… but they hadn’t. It wasn’t that he didn’t consider the man a friend, but rather he knew how he operated and was bracing himself for losing that relationship eventually. To see him be the first person to notice Shinsou had been quiet… well, it kind of warmed his heart a bit. Not that he’d admit as much.
[Hitoshi]: Still waiting to hear back from most. You?
[Neito]: Same! I’ll bet any place that would take me would take you, though. Us villainous quirk users gotta stick together, right?
Shinsou sighed heavily. He wasn’t wrong, but that was another worry on top of everything else. He may have earned himself a better reputation at UA through spending time with others and the actions he’d taken, but now he had left that behind and had to start over from scratch, fighting against dumb prejudices. Monoma’s quirk had the same stigma to it, and while Shinsou’s approach to things had been to simply try and prove himself with his deeds, Monoma had preferred to embrace the label and succeed anyways while viciously mocking anyone he felt might try to threaten him.
Different approaches to the same problem with their quirks . . .
Wait.
His eyes unfocused as he stared at the phone screen, a thought occurring to him. But… no. That was too much. He and Neito didn’t even have that kind of relationship…
[Neito]: Hey, you wanna get coffee sometime and catch up?
… Did they? No. Maybe? NO! That…
But if you did… he could give you what you need to forgive yourself. He could turn your quirk back on you, and do to you what you did to her. He could make you pay.
Was that what he needed? To feel like he’d paid some price for misusing his quirk? Sure it had been an accident, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t happened. He had tried to make it right with her but he was the one still scared of intimacy, and scared of himself and his abilities. He’d tried to suggest things like keeping him gagged during sex, but that was further than she had wanted to go…
Even if Monoma would be open to a relationship, would he be the kind that would be into that sort of power exchange? Would he be open to stripping Shinsou of his power, gagging him and humiliating him like-
YES. Fuck, yes he would. That was entirely too on the nose.
[Hitoshi]: When are you free?
Shinsou pinched the bridge of his nose, holding his head in his hands. This was going to make for an interesting coffee date.
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“Hitoshi, I’m gonna need you to stop dancing around whatever it is you’re trying to ask me and just spit it out in plain language. There’s no room here for euphemisms and vague insinuations – not if this is what I think you’re asking about.”
Shinsou was thankful to have secured the small, two-person booth in the back corner of the café. Heat rose in his cheeks and he wanted to sink down into his seat and just disappear from everyone’s sights, Monoma’s included.
“Do… do you ever, uh… casually… engage with partners in a, um… in a way where one… one of you has more control over… over the other…”
He began defensively drinking his coffee, using the cup at his mouth as an excuse to stop talking, sipping slowly to buy time.
Across from him, the blonde’s smile extended wider and wider. The look in his eyes made it clear that he understood exactly what Shinsou was asking about… and that he either just found it hilarious, or he was extremely interested. That part was still unclear to Shinsou, which made him squirm. Was this mockery, or enjoyment?
“You mean a power exchange? Dom and sub roles? Hitoshi, are you asking me if I’m kinky?”
It infuriated Shinsou that this man could just… SAY THINGS. OUT LOUD! That were EXACTLY what he meant without feeling any shame out of it!
“I, um… I guess so, yes…”
He was taller than this man – how was it that just the smirk alone made Shinsou feel so much smaller?
“And you’d like to know if I play casually, without a dedicated romantic relationship required for my scenes?”
Shinsou stared at him a long moment before nodding his head. This little fuck was drawing this out, wasn’t he?
“Speak up. What did I just say about using plain language?”
“YES. Yes, that… that was what I was asking.” Shinsou wasn’t sure if he was mad or just flustered. It was hard to tell. He felt hot, for sure, and was frustrated with Monoma’s attitude but… the frustration wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He was being teased – he realized that – but it didn’t feel malicious. If anything it felt almost like flirting.
Beneath the table, a hand reached over to rest on Shinsou’s knee. He startled a bit, eyes widening, aware of the fact that his friend seemed to be sizing him up in some way, watching his reaction with that same smug smile on his face.
“You’re adorable. But as cute as all of this is, I need to ask… Is it the public location for our chat that is causing you issues? Or do you think you’d be just as shy about things if we were in private? Because my apartment is just a few blocks away…”
“PLEASE.” Shinsou shocked himself in how quickly he blurted the word out. Yes, less public would be better for this, now that he could see his friend was open to the idea. Not to mention that going back to Monoma’s place might mean…
It took Shinsou a moment to realize his eyes were moving over his friend in a very different way now – and he noticed it in part by the expression the blonde had once Shinsou’s eyes had reached his face several moments later. Knowing. Smug. And a bit hungry. It might have angered him if that wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for.
“Plain. Language. Hitoshi, you need to make yourself clear when it comes to what you want. For the sake of safety, we can’t leave anything up to assumptions, because the two of us could have entirely different understandings of what is being assumed. Please what?”
Monoma spoke calmly, each word carefully annunciated, his eyes fixed on Shinsou. The hand on his knee traveled upwards slightly.
“For example… I could assume that you might be asking to spend more intimate time with me. Something sexual. It certainly seems that way, but…” The hand moved back to Shinsou’s knee again, having only made it halfway up the man’s thigh before retreating. “… you haven’t clearly given consent to that yet, and I don’t want to risk making you uncomfortable.”
The smug smile had turned softer now, catching Shinsou off guard as it clicked for him. Sure, there was a decent chance Monoma was enjoying seeing his friend squirm and struggle talking about something that was easy for him to verbalize… but he also had a point. Especially given that Shinsou’s insecurities at the moment all hinged on consent.
Monoma watched him carefully, waiting for Shinsou’s response.
“I… I would like to continue this conversation in private at your apartment, and to… to discuss the specifics of what I’m willing to do there, but there is… I mean, I’m open to us…”
Shinsou had never been so red in his life. Thankfully, Monoma broke the tension with a laugh, the hand moving off of his friend’s knee to smack down onto his shoulder instead for a reassuring pat.
“We can negotiate once we’re there, don’t worry! You don’t need to get too graphic just yet! Come along, then! This way!” Monoma slid out from the booth, coffee cup in hand, not even pausing to look back at whether or not Shinsou was going to follow him.
By the time Monoma was out on the sidewalk, heading back home, Shinsou had fallen into step beside him, half a pace back, eyes on the ground and cup held up by his face as if to hide. Monoma, on the other hand, had his chin up, a wide and confident smile plastered on his face the whole way there. He didn’t bother with conversation – there was no need. Shinsou had made it clear that he wanted their talk to be in private, and so that was exactly what he was going to get.
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It wasn’t until they were both in the apartment and the door was closed and locked behind them that Monoma spoke again.
“Go have a seat, make yourself comfortable. I’ll join you in a moment.” He gestured to the living room ahead before turning down the hallway, apparently to pop into his bedroom.
Shinsou left his shoes by the door and moved to the pristine white leather couch, sock feet shuffling a bit across the plush carpet. It was larger than the average Japanese apartment perhaps, probably meant for a family rather than one person, but it wasn’t some extravagant penthouse. However it was certainly furnished like one. Western style furniture, all carefully positioned, filled the rooms along with elegant decorations atop tables and shelves. Paintings and mirrors were tastefully placed on walls, spaced in order to keep things from looking too busy in any one place. Shinsou sat with hands folded between his knees, looking around the room, feeling almost like a child caught in some bad behavior, waiting to be scolded.
When a large rolling trunk came wheeling into the room, pulled by a gleeful Monoma, Shinsou snapped his attention to him, sitting up straight and proper.
“Be sure to use a coaster.”
Shinsou immediately grabbed one of the black squares set on the low table in front of the couch, placing his nearly empty coffee cup on top of it. Monoma paused, watching him with that same smug grin. He looked as if there were something he wanted to say, but then thought better of it. Instead, he gestured to the trunk.
“I brought out some of my toys, just to streamline things for these negotiations. Allow me to start with an assumption so that you can correct me on it if I’m wrong – but given your nervousness, I feel jumping to conclusions this way might streamline the process, since it’s painfully clear that you have trouble using some of the vocabulary necessary for us to communicate on these types of things.”
There was a single nod from Shinsou. He wasn’t going to argue the point.
“You’re looking for someone to dominate you – not some committed power exchange relationship, but for a one-time scenario. You’ve correctly guessed that I have some interest in those kinds of activities, though I’m assuming you’re surprised to find I also have experience with them as well. You yourself only have a vague idea of what you want – perhaps a few specific details or acts you want to request, but you’re having trouble plucking up enough courage to voice exactly what they are. However, we do have a baseline understanding… You wish to submit. And you seem to be trusting me to be the one to take control. How am I doing so far? Remember, plain language.”
Shinsou’s mouth opened to talk, but he found it dry and unwilling to work with him, tongue sticking to the back of his teeth a moment. He reached for his coffee cup, downing the rest quickly. After setting he now empty cup down on the coaster, he managed to catch a bottle of water Monoma had just fished out of his large trunk and tossed his way.
“Start drinking this. You’re going to need it.”
Mumbling a thank you, Shinsou unscrewed the cap and took several long swallows. Monoma just watched, still clearly waiting for a response but in that patient sort of way that held no suggestion that he needed to rush.
“You… you’re correct on all of those, but um… there is one detail as to why I came to you that I haven’t mentioned.”
“Something to do with my quirk, right? In fact… something happened, didn’t it? You want me to also use your quirk on you, and whatever happened is the cause of you suddenly deciding to pursue this?”
After a moment of hesitation, Shinsou nodded his head, though not making eye contact. He stared down at the water bottle in his hands, fidgeting uneasily. Monoma moved beside him, crouching down to put himself into his friend’s eyeline.
“Normally, I wouldn’t pry, but… If this is to do with something that’s happened to you, something that’s deeply affected you, then I’m going to need details in order to keep you safe and to understand what you’re looking to get out of this. If this is going to trigger some kind of traumatic response from you, I need to know-“
“No, I’m not… I’m not traumatized. This is something I did, not something that was done to me.” His voice was firm and assertive this time, unlike his shy rambling words from earlier. “I did this. I… accidentally used my quirk on a partner. I didn’t realize it until we had… until after the sex, but sometime in the middle of it I lost control and pushed my will onto her and…”
He paused, taking a long sip of his water, looking away from the sympathetic expression that seemed so out of place on Monoma.
“… I want to be punished. I want to pay some kind of price for what I did to her, and… and I want my quirk to be part of things. I don’t just want to feel what she did, I want to make sure it’s… it’s an ordeal, I guess?”
Monoma was frowning now. “Hitoshi… that’s not what this kind of play is about. It’s meant to be enjoyable for both of us, not a punishment – even if we use words like that while playing.”
Shinsou gripped the water bottle tighter, plastic crunching a bit. “Please… I don’t think I can move on with my life until… until I…”
Standing upright again, Monoma exhaled. “There is something we refer to as… a cathartic scene. Something meant to confront a specific difficulty in your life, to be therapeutic. It still isn’t a punishment, but… maybe it can help. It’s also hard, and emotional. And very personal.”
The water bottle was tossed aside, Shinsou standing and grabbing both of Monoma’s hands in his own, tears in his eyes as he looked back at him.
“Please. That. I… I want that, then. Please help me.”
For the first time that evening, Monoma hesitated. “Are you sure? Do… do you really trust me to give you something that personal? To push you like that?”
Shinsou nodded. “I… I honestly don’t think I have anyone else in my life that understands my insecurities about my quirk on the level that you do, and that’s… that’s the main thing in all of this. I… I took control from someone else without their permission. I did it during sex. I… I used her, even if I didn’t mean to… like the kind of villain everyone assumes I’m going to be.”
“And you’ve talked to her about it? Does she feel victimized by you?”
Blinking away tears, Shinsou was forced to pause a moment. “I… we talked, yes. We even stayed together for a bit before she finally decided it wasn’t going to work. She said that she understood it was an accident but-“
“-But you don’t believe that it’s alright? Or… is it you wanted her to be as mad at you as you’re mad at yourself?”
Shinsou stood there, stunned a moment. Monoma shook his head and pulled the other man into a tight hug.
“I can work with that. I think you might be right – this scene is what you need, but not because you need to be punished. Because you need to be given the circumstances to forgive yourself and move on.”
Over his shoulder, Monoma heard Shinsou sniffling quietly, and he reached up to stroke fingers through his hair gently.
“Do you want me to leave you alone while you compose yourself, or do you want me to stay holding you until we’re able to continue?”
Shinsou’s arms wrapped around Monoma’s torso, squeezing tight. “Stay. Just… just another minute.”
“There’s no rush. Take your time.”
It took longer than a minute, but neither man seemed to mind, eventually both moving to sit beside one another on the couch. Shinsou wiped his eyes on the back of his hands, drank some more water (at Monoma’s prompting) and eventually pulled away to sit up on his own.
“We’ll go through some negotiations now. I’m going to be very blunt about everything, and I’m going to need you to give me clear yes and no answers, and at times elaborate on feelings so that we’re both on the same page. Do you understand?”
Shinsou nodded. “Yes. I understand…”
“Are you wanting to stay the night? Is this a scene you want to do now, or another day?”
“I… I’m sorry, this is kind of short notice for you, isn’t it? Just expecting you to open your home to me and that you have time to-“
“Hitoshi... Just answer the questions. Don’t make decisions about how I feel about any of this. If there were a problem, I’d let you know.”
He paused, lips pursed. Fuck, this might be harder to do than he thought. “I would appreciate doing this tonight, and staying here… if that’s alright with you.”
“It is. Thank you for thinking of me.” Monoma was speaking gently, literally holding one of Shinsou’s hands for the conversation as he seemed to recognize how difficult it was for his friend to simply voice his own wants without also worrying about what others would think of them. It was a weakness Monoma had always seen in his friend, while not truly experiencing himself. There was a time when his loud bragging was a mask, a way to hide his own similar insecurities from others, but over time it became less of a coping mechanism and more his general approach to life. Why feel bad for being himself?
Maybe this could help Shinsou put away some of that misplaced guilt as well. No one should feel bad for just existing as themselves.
“Next… You want me to use your quirk on you. Was there any other specific things you want included?”
Shinsou hesitated again. Monoma gave his hand a squeeze.
“I know you’re probably not used to talking this way, but if you can’t even say the things that you want, how do I know you’re capable of handling them being done to you? How can I trust you to communicate what is and isn’t okay if you’re unable to tell me the things you DO want?”
He had a point. He hated it, because it was going to make him admit things out loud that he didn’t want to admit to, but he still appreciated his friend’s grasp of consent to a degree he himself had never even given thought. If they were going to do something that would otherwise look like a terrible thing to go through, then this part needed to be perfectly clear without any room for misinterpretation. There was a comfort to that.
“I… I want to be gagged. That’s enough to keep me from using my quirk, so…”
“And it will give you peace of mind, knowing you didn’t force me to do anything this evening, won’t it? It will give you permission to just enjoy yourself and not question things.”
Again Shinsou had to pause. He wasn’t wrong… There was a sense of security in the idea, not just to protect Monoma but also for himself. It was strange to think that implementing a restriction like that might give him more freedom in a sense, but…
Monoma laughed, leaning in close to Shinsou. “Do I have permission to kiss your cheek?”
Caught by surprise, Shinsou stared at him a moment before nodding yes. The kiss was quick, only on the cheek, but paired with a delicate touch of fingers underneath his chin. It reignited his blush immediately.
“You’re thinking so hard. It’s quite endearing. But now seems a good time to ask about one more thing you had earlier implied as being part of things… Do you want me to do sexual things with you? That doesn’t have to be part of this at all, but if that’s something you want due to the specific thing you’re wrestling with…”
Very slowly, Shinsou nodded. He tried to speak, but his voice cracked and he fell silent again, looking away. “I… it’s hard to say what… can you, um… can you help me?”
Monoma nodded, thumb stroking over Shinsou’s hand as he continued to hold it. “Of course. Good job asking for help. Already, such an improvement!”
The praise made Shinsou want to hide, but as he started to turn away he found himself pulled towards Monoma’s side, the man’s free hand going under his chin to keep his head up and eyes on him. “Ah ah ah, no hiding! I’ll name specifics, and you will respond with either ‘no thank you’ or ‘please do (fill in the blank) to me.’ But you will need to say each one out loud. Understood?”
Swallowing hard, Shinsou nodded his head. “Understood.”
“Well, you’ll be gagged, so I guess nothing else will be done with your mouth for most of it, but… kissing. Not just little pecks like before, but open mouthed, passionate kissing of your body?”
“Yes… please uh…. Please kiss me.” It sounded to Shinsou like he was asking for it to be done immediately, causing his blush to deepen. He tried to look away, but Monoma’s fingers were still under his chin, stopping him.
“Good job! Just like that! And remember, there are no hard feelings if you say no to any of this. We are just setting down expectations. Now then… Can I suck your cock?”
The panic that raced through Shinsou – the man almost flailed all his limbs at once, all while Monoma just smirked at him, still forcing his head to face him.
“I! I, um… I don’t think… for what we’re doing, that I… I don’t deserve-“
“I didn’t ask if you deserve it. I asked whether or not you’d let me suck your cock. It’s for me to decide when to do it and if you deserve it.”
There was a long pause, and then a quiet answer. “… Yes… you may suck my… my cock.”
Monoma leaned in with a teasing hum. “Not the phrasing we were using, but I understand why you might have trouble asking for me to do that given the circumstances. So! Moving on… may I fuck you?”
“I- uh…” It was, perhaps, the big one – at least until Monoma dug into his toy box and started going through the options, so he took great pleasure in watching poor Shinsou struggle internally before giving his answer. “P-please… please fuck me…”
“Mmm, I think I probably will…”
Shinsou was going to die. This right here was how he was going to perish – being forced to answer each of these questions Monoma gave him. And yet… the process of it all made him feel a certain way. It caused him to squirm a bit in his seat as his mind included each new question into speculation of what was to come. Every yes was just another possibility to agonize over. And it became worse as they moved into more and more complicated things.
Inside the trunk were all manner of ‘toys’ – devices and implements, some to cause pleasure, others to cause pain, and some so new to him that he even asked Monoma to quickly demonstrate them once so he could understand what they would feel like – something that Monoma very vocally supported, calling it ‘informed consent’. On one hand, there would be no surprises – no item or action would be used on him without his explicit agreement, but on the other hand Shinsou had no idea exactly how these things would all come together for whatever sort of situation he was going to be put through. It was like looking at a fully stocked kitchen and pantry but not knowing what meal you were going to be served.
The negotiations took over an hour, but despite how he stuttered and blushed his way through every part, Shinsou was left feeling reassured and safe.
“Are you ready to begin?” Monoma released Shinsou’s hand and stood up, closing the trunk and lifting up the handle, apparently planning to roll it back to his bedroom.
Shinsou stood up as well, nodding slowly.
“Excellent! Follow me!” Humming to himself, Monoma headed down the hallway, towing the trunk behind him. Shinsou followed after, and as they entered the bedroom he froze.
There was a black wooden cross, more of an X really, standing in one corner of the room. A strange bench padded with black leather in the other. The bed looked at first as elegant as the other furnishings with wrought iron decorative head and foot boards and four bedposts, but on closer look there were several rings hanging in places, and bars between the bottom of the bed and the floor, forming a cage-like space. A large mirror spanned the king-sized bed, between each bed post, up over the headboard.
Monoma set the trunk down in the middle of the room and stepped into the adjoining bathroom, flipping on the light. He pulled some extra towels out from under the sink and set them on the white marble counter, before grabbing his towel off the towel rack, as well as a loofa hanging off the faucet in the shower.
“I want you to wash up, as thorough as possible. I’m going to be making good use of your ass, so just keep that in mind as you clean. Help yourself to any of the soaps in there that you’d like. When you’re all done, dry off and bring your towel out with you. Set it at the end of the bed, and then kneel down beside it on the floor. I’ll be using the guest bathroom to take a quick shower myself. When I come back into this room, our scene will have started and I will not be treating you as gently. Remember, tap on anything three times, and I will pause our scene and remove your gag so I can check in on you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand…”
“Hmm… best make that a ‘yes, Sir.’ Don’t you think?” That smug smirk slipped back onto Monoma’s face, like the last piece of a puzzle being pushed into place.
“Yes, Sir.” Shinsou was nervous, his stomach doing flips, his heartbeat fluttering in his chest… but at that smile he couldn’t help but echo the expression back at him. He hadn’t expected to feel so uplifted by what he’d gone to Monoma to ask for, and yet somehow…
Laughing once, the blonde gave him a wink and headed out of the room, leaving Shinsou to follow instructions.
He went into the bathroom, made sure to use the toilet first and then went to shower. He was very thorough, in part due to his inexperience in being penetrated during sex – something Monoma was told and they had discussed. It caused his mind to wander as he cleaned inside and out, wondering how it would feel, what would be done, and how he would handle it. He had agreed to many things, some of which he was very new at. But… he wanted Monoma to be mean to him. Call him names. Do things that might hurt. Treat him as a useless object. All of these had sounded like terrible things in his mind when they first came up, but during their negotiations he started thinking about things differently. Those thoughts had him already half-hard by the time he finished washing up.
After toweling off, hair quickly fluffed but not fully dried, Shinsou went back to the bedroom. His towel was placed at the end of the bed, and after some deliberation Shinsou chose to kneel down on that side of the bed rather than closer to the toy chest. It put the bed between him and the doorway, which gave him a bit of modesty because he was very, very naked.
It seemed like an eternity there on his knees, silent in the room, the only sound being the faint suggestion of running water in the other bathroom, but once that shut off Shinsou found himself tense, waiting to hear something – some sign that Monoma was returning. When he finally heard the creak of a floorboard, he straightened up his posture, palms resting on his thighs, eyes on the doorway.
When Monoma appeared, he was in a loose, partially buttoned black shirt with black trousers, the glint of a silver buckle at the front. In one hand he carried what appeared to be a riding crop, and the other… it was hard to tell. Black leather, some laces… what was it?
Upon entering the room, Monoma changed the light setting, dimming them and putting on a playlist – some quiet orchestral music that Shinsou didn’t specifically recognize, enough for sound but not distracting. Blonde hair still wet and a bit tousled, Monoma crossed to stand in front of Shinsou, smirking down at him. He put the loop at the end of the crop under the kneeling man’s chin, pushing upwards. Bending forward at the waist, he kissed Shinsou’s forehead. Now that he was standing in front of him, Shinsou could see the black English riding boots that stopped just below the knee.
“Did you wash up thoroughly, like I asked?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.”
And with that spoken response, Monoma activated the newly stolen quirk, and Shinsou’s mind suddenly went blank.
He had no idea how much time had passed as he suddenly became aware of his surroundings again. He was still on his knees, but facing the bed now. In front of him was Monoma, sitting on the edge, scrolling through his phone. Candles were lit on a nearby table. The toy chest had been moved up against the bottom of the bed with various implements set out atop it. Shinsou tried to speak, only to realize there was something stuffed in his mouth.
It was soft, with enough give that he could bite into it, but was aware it had a fairly phallic shape when not compressed, resting on his tongue. The item Monoma had been holding in his other hand – it was a leather gag, now wrapped around Shinsou’s neck and lower face, from the tip of his nose down, and corseted up the back. Holes present so he could still breathe fine, but only muffled noises could be made with his mouth.
That got Monoma’s attention as he looked down over the top of his phone’s screen, grinning.
“Welcome back. In a bit of a situation there, aren’t you?”
Shinsou took a quick assessment to see what else had changed. He was kneeling, but legs were forced apart – some kind of bar between the cuffs on either ankle. Rope crossed his torso, binding his forearms together behind his back, the artistic placement seeming to frame his pectorals before two strands ran down over his stomach, made a loop to thankfully leave his cock untouched, then back between the cheeks of his ass to connect against to the rope harness on the other side.
But there was something else, something under those two winding strands of rope, something -
“Are we paying attention?”
That extra something instantly started a pulsing buzz – a plug, already tucked neatly into Shinsou’s ass. There was no pain or discomfort, so it seemed Monoma was as gentle as he’d promised during negotiations, but never had Shinsou felt anything vibrate inside himself like this. It made his back arch and his toes curl, cock hardening with surprising speed.
“Well, at least *that’s* at attention now. Focus! I want all eyes on me for the rest of the evening.” One leg extended, the tip of his boot nudging at the underside of Shinsou’s cock, as if that were the only way he'd bother touching the man. Reluctantly, Shinsou met that smug gaze, trying to quiet his moans by biting down on the gag.
“Better… but we still have so much work to do. It’ll be a long night, but I’m sure I can transform this pathetic display into something decent enough for me to fuck eventually.”
[to be continued]