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Kouji bit at his bandana, frustrated. This was the third time he'd done it, just today, and again it wasn't arousing him enough. Sure, he got a little thrill being incapable of moving, but the fun had finally been worn out by the knowledge that he could release himself at any time. His hard-on hadn't lasted too long, and even struggling and thrashing, which before had been practically orgasmic actions, didn't do much to bring him closer to cumming. It was annoying. This was the only way he could get off, and though he was pent-up with weeks of sexual frustration, he couldn't even get hard. He jerked at his ropes half-heartedly, but the harsh rubbing against his skin did almost nothing for him. He was thoroughly unaroused. He'd have been extremely pissed off if he weren't so exhausted.
Kouji sighed, and let his body go limp. The ropes dug into his wrists, and it gave him a little jolt of pleasure, but it wasn't nearly what it had once been. He knew why: it was because his body was used to the fact that at any moment, he could simply cut his ropes and release himself. There was no real restraint to his movement. The illusion that had once been intensely pleasurable was now boring to him; it was depressing how easily he adjusted to such things. He couldn't get off anymore on just regular masturbation, and now he couldn't get off on bondage. This did not make his cock happy.
He heard a knock at his door. His heart accelerated, just a bit, but not to the galloping rate it once had the first few times his father had tried to enter his room while he was doing this. He knew the door was locked, he knew his father would accept a half-assed explanation for it, (being a teenager, he would just shrug it off as a 'teenager thing') and he knew there was no danger of being caught.
"Kouji?"
He worked his mouth, and managed to spit out his bandana. That was disappointing too. Before, it had been a thrill to be gagged and unable to speak, but he quickly learned how to get it out, and it lost its charm. "Yes, Tou-san?"
He tried the door. "Why is your door locked?"
Kouji didn't even have to think about the reason; "I just took a shower." And it was true. He liked feeling clean when he did this. In addition, there was no fear in not having an alibi for having the door locked. The first time this had happened, he'd struggled for a decent excuse. The tension and stress afterwards had incredible effects on him, but afterwards, he knew he had to have a plan, or he'd eventually get caught. This careful planning was boring. "I'm drying off." He liked to air-dry rather than towel-dry. His father knew this. He bought it.
"I just wanted to tell you, Takuya said he's coming over."
"Thank you." He heard him leave. Kouji growled at his stubborn cock; if it wanted to get off so bad, it needed to cooperate with him, damnit. And while this should've been a great afternoon, (three times in one day!) it was just another time ruined because of his lousy tolerance build-up. Despite not being hard, he had a powerful desire to cum. It was a mental stress rather than a physical, he figured. It had been weeks since his last release. It was torture; to be so desperate to cum and to be unable to even get a satisfactory erection in the best bondage he could produce on his own, that was the ultimate misery. Instead of immediately breaking out of his bondage, he continued to hang limply and let the rope dig into his wrists. The pain was shallow, but sweet.

Kouji had discovered his true masochistic streak when he was eleven, but he'd never started acting on it until two years ago, when he turned fourteen. Before, because he refused to act on his desire for pain, his tolerance lessened because his need increased. His body was desperate to get release out of pain. At that point, even something as simple as bumping into someone too hard gave him an erection, and bumping into something harder, like a desk or a chair, practically made him come. It was a dark, sinister need that had always been with him, and he was always thinking of the next way to hurt himself to feel that pleasure. It disturbed him because it reminded him of someone depressed and self-destructive, though he wasn't. He didn't want to hurt to feel bad, he wanted to hurt to feel good. He just felt good and found pleasure in anything that hurt him. As much as his pride didn't want him to admit it, this included being abused by people, no matter how tame the abuse. Whether it be scolding, yelling, a slap on the wrist, a disappointing glare, anything, it gave him just enough pleasure, as the rope burn was giving him now, to sooth him. Thus why he taunted people so their reactions would flare; it was a form of arousal to just see people angry at him.
That had been when he'd begun to hang himself. He'd hung strong hooks in his ceiling and painted them to blend in it, so that you couldn't notice them unless you were looking for them, and he'd obtained strong rope. He read books, browsed the internet, and watched pornography, everything and anything that involved self-bondage. He rigged together a form of bondage that was intricate enough to excite him as he put it together, simple enough so that he could release himself at any time and sturdy enough so that he felt as though he really were bound. He was spread eagle style, each wrist bound with a skin-tight noose and pulled taut onto the hooks, spreading his arms uncomfortably far apart. His right arm was slightly looser than the left, because it was the arm he tied himself with, and he was unable to achieve the tautness he could with the left arm. There was a noose around his neck as well, but it only cut off his circulation when he struggled. Hanging there limply, it did not bother him at all, but when he struggled, it cut into his throat tightly. He was very careful with this part of his bondage. He'd heard of far too many victims of autoerotic asphyxiation to take the chance that he wouldn't be able to break free in time and he'd choke to death. His left ankle was also noosed, and the rope was connecting to the rope on his arm, also pulled tight, so that it was uncomfortable to even just hang there. His right leg was looser, because it was how he got free. The end of the bondage was one rope brought down to the ground and anchored by his bed. It was perfect.
The only way to break the rope was by a pair of ordinary sheers positioned to cut the rope. They were sharp and even just gently running a finger down their blade drew blood. They were fixed tight to their spot and held very firmly in place, ready to cut, and Kouji, in all his attempts at cutting himself free, had never accidentally kicked away the sheers. That was why Kouji's right leg was mobile, he pushed them down with his foot. It was all he had to do. After a few tries, the rope would break, and he'd go tumbling to the ground. As a result, the rope that held his wrists tight would slacken, and he could easily slide out of them. During his first few attempts, the fall and the blast of pain it had sent through his limbs was enough to make him reach orgasm a second time, even after cumming while in bondage. Now, it was the only part that even weakly aroused him. He despised his build-up of tolerance.
He accepted that he wasn't going to cum today. He better just get his mind out of the gutter before Takuya showed up. But, with his luck, Takuya would be in a rough-housing mood. He'd do careless things like punch his shoulder and playfully tickle him, things that would arouse him because he would be receiving pain and discomfort, however slight, and it was being inflicted on him by another person.
He may despise his tolerance, but mostly he just despised that he had the urge at all. Masochism was a difficult thing to please, especially for a picky guy like himself.
He reached out with his foot. It was an uncomfortable distance, and the first time he'd tried this, he'd been exhaustingly excited and unsure whether or not he'd be able to reach. But he knew by now he could reach perfectly fine. He could simply cut the rope, fall to the ground, feel a little shock of pleasure, and that would be it, with no climax at the end. Everything had always worked like clockwork, exactly right, exactly the same, and he'd never struggled to remove himself from his bondage. But somehow, as he reached for the sheers and brought his foot down on top of them, it didn't work. Instead of cutting into the rope, as intended, they simply fell to the floor the moment he put weight on them, useless. Kouji stared dumbly at the sheers, incapable of accepting what had just happened as he was incapable of releasing himself from his self-made bondage. Had he not double-checked that the sheers were as immobile as he was? Even as he saw the sheers fall, his erection returned. As he assessed that he had no way to release himself, his arousal started building. He tried to reach with his foot, hoping to somehow finagle his toes to a position where he could pick them up, but he couldn't even reach them. He started panting as his arousal grew further. He felt a desire building he hadn't felt in months. But then it hit him.
He couldn't get down.
That had been his only way. It had been foolproof until now. He had never made a back-up plan.
He was stuck. Trapped by his own bondage. Even as he realized this, his erection grew firmer, more insistent, and he blushed with the throbbing need it brought. Aware that this was bad and he was in trouble, but also aware that this was the first good erection he'd had in a long time, he was loath to waste the moment. He was smart; he'd figure out a way to release himself eventually. But the arousal could disappear at any minute. He had to take advantage of it.

Kouji struggled, clenching his teeth tight together, wishing he had his bandana in his mouth still. He loved the ropes burning his wrists and his ankles and rubbing the skin raw; this was what he lived for. Sweet pain. He jerked at his holds, trying to force one of his tight knots to break and trying to loosen his bonds, but to no avail. Struggling was the best part. Fighting to get out of your bondage and feeling like you could never break free, feeling trapped and helpless, that was the key. Helplessness. You had to feel like nothing could help you, and that as hard as you fought, it was useless. He jerked too hard; the rope choked him, and he coughed and gasped for breath. He felt like moaning, but he had no desire to attract attention. He'd used up his excuse; he'd have to come up with a new one if his father came again. Despite his body telling him to stop and that it was in need of a solid breath, he continued to struggle wildly, choking himself and restricting his intake of oxygen to where his lungs were burning. He was gasping like a stranded fish, gulping for air, unable to stop himself from releasing pitiful little whines as he neared his peak. The helplessness was at an overwhelming height because he was helpless. For the first time, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to break free. He did not have control over when he got out of his bondage. This was the key point. He had relinquished control.
His ropes rubbed hard on his skin, and his wrists were begging for mercy. One session was enough to wear them raw, but three in one day, and the third being very violent, it was a strain on them. He continued his thrashing, basking in the sweet, slight pain of rope burn, intensified by his lack of oxygen, intensified by his helplessness, doubled by his uncertainty and fear...
Kouji clenched his fists, pulled hard at his restraints, and started gasping quiet moans as he finally fell over the edge. He had not been stimulated in the slightest; this orgasm was the result of raw pain and pure helplessness. He thrashed even harder, thrusting in the air for some kind of additional stimulant, and was rewarded with more pain in his wrists; for all he knew, the circulation was getting cut off, and that's why it was so painful. He didn't care. It was pain, and it was pleasurable. It was precious. Sweet, precious pain. He was still being choked; he couldn't breathe. Black spots exploded in his vision, and he didn't know if it was because he was cumming, or he really needed air that badly. His orgasm was powerful, its strength seemingly multiplied either by his horrendous weeks of waiting for this moment, or just the utter lack of control. His cum spurt uselessly onto the floor; it gleamed haughtily on the dark carpet, thick and white. No matter how much Kouji had to clean up afterwards, he loved it when his cum marked things, like the carpet. It was hot to see his cum all over the floor where he hung, even if he had to fall into it later. Part of the pleasure of reaching orgasm was just the existence of cum; he loved it, especially in such copious amounts.
He hung limp again, inhaling violently and struggling to fill his lungs with air. His wrists ached painfully, but his cock was beating with satisfied delight. That was all he wanted. One, good orgasm was enough to fulfill him. But, with all his thrashing, he hadn't loosened his ropes at all. How would he get down?

After giving himself a brief moment to recover, he tried to reach for the sheers again, stretching his leg as far as he possibly could. He quickly got a cramp in his leg from overexerting it, and he was forced to pull back. The pain in his leg was sharp, and it was a special kind of pain he didn't get to feel often.
Doubled with the fact he still wasn't sure how to get down, it was arousing.
"Not now," he muttered, looking up at his wrists. The rope was tight on his skin, and thick and strong to hold his weight. Would be he able to bite through it? He attempted to lift himself up to gnaw at his wrists, but they were too far up, and he couldn't hold his body for long. He considered alternatives; he was excellent at pull-ups, and if only he could get a grip on the rope with his fingers...
He rotated his arms to try and loosen them. His right one started coming a little looser, but his left stayed tight. He managed to turn his wrist around in the rope just a little bit, and he managed to get a weak grip on the rope, but it wasn't nearly good enough to pull himself up. He tried anyway, but that idea was a bomb. His failed attempts at escape were turning him on again. It was building the helplessness. He was beginning to wonder if he'd have to call for someone to help him down, and the idea of being so helpless and so useless was arousing. Hell, everything about this was arousing. To think, fifteen minutes ago he'd been steaming with anger at being unable to get hard. Against his wishes, Kouji pushed aside his arousal. His father hadn't said how long it would take Takuya to get here. He might be here in an hour or he might be here in three minutes. He had to get down. He didn't want Takuya to find him like this.
Even as he thought that, his hard-on returned at the thought of being found by Takuya, flailing with helplessness as he tried to hide his arousal and his shame from his friend.
The bed. That was the key. If he could get to the bed, he could kick himself up, and try to get the rope he was hanging from off of the hooks. Once that happened, they would slacken, just as they would from the opposite end, and he'd be able to get his wrists free. If he could just reach his bed...
He tried to swing, but there wasn't any slack to the ropes at all, and he couldn't move his body farther than he could reach with his leg. His left leg was attached to his arm, and unless he moved his arm, he couldn't move that leg, which was also attached to his other leg. He couldn't move that arm because it was attached to his other arm and was also attached to the hook. If he hadn't been desperate to get down, Kouji would be praising himself on the ingeniousity of his self-made bondage.
Kouji stretched hard with his only free leg, and his toes just hit the bed. No good. He had to get a nice, strong kick off with it. He was sure it was possible. He'd used his bed to get up to this height, and then had jumped off as he fixed the rest of his bondage. His leg was still sore from the charlie horse, and trying to stretch it again while it was still recovering made the pain flash again. Kouji hissed as he brought his leg back, but the pain was insistent, and worse because he had to hang there and he couldn't rub it. He whimpered. His erection was as insistent as the cramp. He didn't think he could hold off on it anymore. He had to get down. Takuya was coming.
He tried one more time, despite the horrid pain in his leg, and he managed to get himself just close enough to get a fairly decent kick. He cried out as the pain shot through his leg, and realized that this was a dead end. The hooks curled around too far. He probably wouldn't be able to slip the rope out from them anyway. What was he supposed to do? Takuya...
Takuya came into his mind again. He walked right into his room, despite the door being locked, and found Kouji tied helplessly in the air. He was struggling to come, and he was struggling for a decent excuse as to why he was hanging like this. He begged to be let down, and Takuya said he didn't want to touch such a dirty, filthy boy. Kouji gasped, closing his eyes tightly and struggling again, begging a nonexistent Takuya to let him down.
"No," the Takuya in his mind said. "Such a naughty boy deserves to hang there and deserves to hurt." Since when was Takuya so cruel?
Kouji forgot the danger he was in, and started thrashing again. His ropes would not loosen, and the pain in his wrists was so great he thought he was going to cry. He clenched his teeth to hold back a moan, continuing to flail helplessly and forcing himself to grow even more excited. He was so hard; he was going to cum...
He heard a knock at his door. Unlike before, his heart started pounding violently in his chest. Now he was freaking out.

"Kouji?" He allowed a quiet moan to escape; Takuya. Takuya was coming. His timing sucked.
He tried the door. "Hey, your door's locked. Let me in." The embarrassment and panic and shame and uncertainty and pure, utter helplessness were at an impossible height; he struggled to hold himself back. At such a peak, Takuya would hear why his door was locked. His father would hear why his door was locked. Even neighbors would hear why his door was locked. Couldn't hold it. The shame, the shame, the shame of being caught. Oh, God.
He heard his door being jiggled, and his panic overflowed. Takuya knew how to get into his room even when the door was locked. He'd figured it out ages ago when Kouji used to lock him out to spite him when he was angry at him. He'd been successful in holding his orgasm back until now, but with such promise of shame and embarrassment on the horizon, he couldn't help it, he finally gave up and allowed himself to break. As soon as he let himself go, he saw the door open.
"No, no, don't come in!" he wailed, but Takuya had the misfortune of breaking into the room just at the moment the pleasure surged, and as he realized what was going on, he hid his face so that he couldn't see Kouji writhing in pleasure as he came, but he could hear him. Kouji was trying so hard to restrain his moans, but while he could quiet them, he couldn't relinquish them completely. He came so hard he thought just the violent convulsions spreading through his body would be enough to release him from his bondage, but of course, they didn't. Cum splattered the floor again, some streaks a full foot off from where he'd released his previous orgasm. He panted and breathed out deep moans as he fought to recover. Being in front of someone, knowing the disgust that was going through their mind, unable to control himself; all of it was incredible. It had easily been the best orgasm he'd ever had, and for Takuya to have witnessed it...oh, the shame.
"Shit," said Takuya, and pressure swelled in him until he released another thick spurt, and then finally stopped. He was holding back tears, both from the magnitude of his orgasm, and from the complete shame in being caught. He never thought he could be caught. He was too smart for that. He sobbed, trying to look away from Takuya, wishing he would go away. Shame was exciting to imagine, but shit to feel. Even as he wished hard for Takuya to leave, he reveled in the feeling. His friend probably thought he was a low, disgusting human being now. Would he shun him from now on?

Takuya started leaving, but Kouji finally found the sense of mind to call to him. "Takuya..." The brunette paused, and reluctantly looked over his shoulder. Kouji was facing him full-on, revealing everything to him. He was beet red. "Takuya...I can't get down. Help me."
"I..." he started, but Kouji sobbed,
"Help me!" Having to beg was so low Kouji nearly started arousing himself again, but he refrained. He had to get out of these ropes. His wrists were in serious pain. "I can't get out, I can't get out." Would Takuya not help him? Would he think he was so filthy he would just leave him here? Would he just abandon him, hanging uselessly and in pain? How arousing.
Takuya looked out into the hall, and then put a finger over his lips. "Calm down, be quiet." Kouji hadn't realized he'd been yelling and that his voice was probably carrying. He prayed his father hadn't heard. To be caught by your best friend was bad enough; he could think of no greater shame than for his father to catch him doing this, and to have to face him for it. But, that was why he had to get down now, and fast.
"Help me....Help me..."
"Calm down," he said soothingly again, then closed the door and relocked it. Affection swelled in Kouji: even if he thought he was a low, useless person, he was still going to help him. What a nice guy.
"How did you get up there?" Takuya was inspecting his ropes, trying to pull at the ones at his ankles because he couldn't reach his wrists. They were too tight, and he couldn't even get a finger under them.
"Hung myself," Kouji said breathlessly, so relieved that he would be getting down soon. "Turn-on."
Takuya blushed again. "Didn't realize you were into this kind of thing." He pulled back, looking up at his wrists and trying extremely hard not to look at Kouji's bare cock and the cum all over the carpet. He was so modest. "How do I get you down?"
"Down there," Kouji motioned with his head. "The rope's tied to the bed." He was about to mention to Takuya that the sheers would easily cut the rope, but as he walked to the bed, he accidentally kicked them under it, ignorant they were even there. Kouji wondered how he could've missed them, but then he realized that it was Takuya's inability to let himself look at the floor. He refused to observe the cum all over the carpet. He was right; Takuya was disgusted with him. Despite that, he began to fiddle with the knot. For some reason, Kouji didn't inform him there was an easier way.
"This is a tight knot, Kouji," Takuya muttered, trying to dig his fingernails into the rope to pull it out. Kouji had tied it very tight so there was no chance of falling before he was ready, and because of that, it was practically impossible to release the knot by hand. "How the hell did you expect to get out of this yourself?"
"I...had a plan. But it failed."
"That was really careless of you." Kouji felt a tingle of arousal pulse through him. He liked being scolded, especially knowing how low Takuya thought he was.
"But I like doing it," he insisted.
"Then you need to be careful about it. You could've really hurt yourself. It was stupid to do this without a back-up plan." Yeah, it was. Stupid Kouji. "I can't get this out," he finally sighed in annoyance. "How long have you been doing this?"
"Since I was fourteen," Kouji answered, distracted. Takuya's annoyance was filling the air with an awkward vibe. He thrived on it knowing his failure was the result of this irritability.
Takuya looked at him strangely, shook his head, and said, "Well...that's...more than I care to know, but I actually meant how long have you been up here?"
"Oh." Kouji flushed. Duh, of course that's what he meant. "For...I guess like an hour."
"Your hand looks like it's going blue." Kouji looked up at his hands, and was frightened by their colour. He was right; he had to get down. Why not just tell Takuya about the sheers?
"I'll be right back," Takuya said, and he prepared to leave. Overcome by a sense of dread, Kouji started begging him again.
"Don't tell my father." Takuya looked back at him, but said nothing. "Seriously, don't." He opened the door, and locked it. "Takuya! Don't tell him! Please! Anything but that!" He closed the door. Kouji was panicking again. He wouldn't do it, would he?! He wouldn't tell his father. No way he would. He begged Takuya in his mind not to tell his father; he could think of nothing else in the world that could possibly be more shameful than having his own father find him hanging like this. How could Takuya be so cruel? To not only leave him alone like this and panicking to where he could hurt himself, but to bring the one person who would bring the ultimate shame to him? Kouji was aroused again; he wondered if Takuya was a sadist, and whether he was doing this knowing the torture it brought to him, or if he was doing it on accident. He also wondered if he could be coerced into doing it for real if he was ignorant. He cursed his horny brain, but as time stretched and Takuya still hadn't returned, he couldn't help but feel like it really was intentional to make him more and more uncomfortable. At the thought of Takuya smugly unleashing that immense shame upon him and bringing his father back into the room with him, for his father to walk through that door and see his son jerking his body in orgasmic bliss because he couldn't control his urge anymore, he nearly did cum again.
Oh, he was so, so sick.

Kouji perked up when he heard the door being jiggled again. Of course, he realized, why would Takuya have locked the door unless he wanted to be sure no one else could be let in? Only he knew how to get the door opened when it was locked. How considerate and smart of him. Takuya returned, alone, with three items. A small steak knife, a large butcher knife, and a large pair of scissors. He was going to cut through the rope. He hurried to Kouji, wanting to waste no time in getting him down. Oh, so now he was hurrying? He couldn't have taken so long to get those three little things; he'd left him hanging on purpose. Kouji tried to give him a sultry look, but as hard as he was trying to ignore the fact that Kouji was also dangerously hard again, Takuya seemed completely ignorant of it. He went to work trying to cut through the rope.
"So, you didn't tell my father?" Kouji tried, hoping to get him to accidentally reveal the fact that he was surely turned on by how Kouji was hanging there, helpless and useless, but so aroused.
"I couldn't find him, even if I wanted to," Takuya responded, glaring at the scissors. The rope was too thick and it was impossible to cut it with them; they were flimsy scissors. "And anyway, I don't think he needs to know. Hell, I didn't need to know either, but I'd rather you not lose your hands because of this." Kouji tried to flex his fingers, and again, was frightened to find it painful to move them.
"Damnit," Takuya swore, and flung the scissors to the ground. He tried the butcher knife next. Kouji swung a little as Takuya attacked the rope, and he shuddered as his leg touched him. His right leg was still slightly mobile; he rubbed against Takuya with it, and though he gave him the eye, he said nothing about it. The knife he'd grabbed was very dull, and probably wasn't even suited for its original purpose, let alone cutting rope. He gave that up too, and brought up the steak knife. He got on the bed and tried to lean over without falling off of it or into Kouji, but his balance was really off, and he had to hold onto the rope that was holding Kouji up.
"As soon as I cut through this, I'm going to fall, so brace yourself, alright?" Kouji nodded, and he went to work. He was making a lot more progress with this knife, and the threads started to come apart in the rope. It was taking a long time to cut through it though, and before long Takuya changed arms so he could continue sawing at it. He put his hand on Kouji's shoulder, and he held back a groan. His hand was so warm. Takuya was breathing on him. His breath was warm too. Just the way he was leaning over him, sweat slightly gathering on his forehead and the way his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his arousal was fueled like a fire. He tried to take a deep breath and avoided looking at him to cease his arousal from growing, but with his anticipation and anxiety peaked, he was already ready to cum. Takuya was so good to him. He'd surely hurt him, however small, if he asked. He'd never just leave him lying on the ground in his own semen and practically dying with the need to cum, no way. Takuya fell into him a little and Kouji caught a whiff of a unique scent; Takuya scent. It smelled good. He was putting all his strength into sawing the rope, and it was weakening a lot quicker now. Kouji felt his body dip lower and lower as the rope gave, and finally it was only holding on by a few threads. The weight between both of them was enough to finally snap it, and with a yelp Takuya fell into Kouji, who tumbled into the ground. Takuya was on top of him. Unable to control himself, he began rubbing into Takuya, pitifully moaning again as pleasure rushed through him. Takuya jerked his body and crawled away backwards, flinging the knife away. He looked shocked, but not afraid.
"Takuya..." Kouji tried to crawl towards him, but even though the rope was cut, his hands and feet were still bound. The rope bounding his wrists was much looser. He easily slid out of them, and then he whimpered and held his hands tenderly. They were sore, but at least they weren't blue anymore. It was painful to move them and his wrists ached very painfully, but otherwise, he was alright. He supposed he should be extremely grateful nothing bad had happened. Takuya was standing up, having figured he was safe, but Kouji tried to crawl to him again, and fell onto him. His ankles were still bound; he couldn't move properly.
"Kouji, I'm serious, don't do that," Takuya warned, and there was such authority in his voice that it just drove Kouji crazy, and he tried to attack his mouth. Takuya threw him off, and Kouji sighed with pleasure as he hit the ground hard; he was so rough, and he liked that. Kouji rose on his knees, and lunged at Takuya again. He backed away to avoid having Kouji fall on top of him, and just the way Kouji landed, right between his legs and directly below his stomach, he felt Takuya beneath him. Takuya tried to push him off, flushing deeply, but Kouji held his ground. His chin was resting right on top of something hardening within his jeans. He knew it; Takuya was turned on, Takuya liked seeing him reduced to something pathetic and useless, and so weak he could barely get out of his now-useless bondage. As he tried to back away again, Kouji grabbed him through the material, and he tensed up.
"Takuya..." Kouji begged again, trying to give him the hottest, seductive face he could manage, and fully embarrassed, Takuya refused to look at it. He was completely flushed. "Tie me back up. Tie me up, hurt me, use me. Please. I like it. It's the only thing that'll turn me on. Hurt me, just hurt me, I don't care what you do, just hurt me."
"I...I can't do something like that." Takuya finally let himself look at him. Kouji was just so desperate and full of desire and need, it molded his face into something so hot, so sexual, Takuya could barely even believe he was seeing it on his friend's face. It got him even harder, like his erection was trying to push out of his jeans. Was he really that aroused by him? And Kouji felt like laughing; he kept trying to play modest-guy: what a crock.
"Do it to me," he breathed, crawling on top of him and wrapping his arms around him. "Do it to me."

There was another knock at the door. Kouji's heart raced steadily, but Takuya practically just exploded. He was obviously a lot more concerned than Kouji; Kouji simply continued crawling on him, nipping his neck and licking him. Faster heart rate meant more arousal; he was familiar with the embarrassment equation. Even as he assured himself this, Takuya seemed to grow even more aroused, as though his erection would simply burst forth any moment.
"Kouji?" His father again. He said nothing, as his mouth was preoccupied with sucking Takuya's ear. He was not worried. Takuya was the only one who could get into his room when the door was locked. There was no threat. But Takuya kept trying to get up and throw him off. Kouji managed to keep him down, but then he kept nudging him, head butting him, and eventually began whispering into his ear, urging him to respond.
"Why should I?" he whined, "He can't get in. And I want you too bad to stop."
Takuya got so desperate that he finally just said, "I'll do whatever you want me to do to you, just respond to him."
"Mhmm," Kouji purred, having finally gotten Takuya to promise him future pain. Oh, life was good. "Why? We're safe."
"I didn't lock the door."
He felt like he'd been splashed with ice water. Now Kouji started panicking.
"Kouji?"
"Yes, Tou-san?" he immediately replied, jumping off of Takuya and throwing his blanket on the floor, hiding his cum and the rope.
"Why didn't you answer me before?"
"I...I'm sorry," he stuttered dumbly, unable to come up with a decent reason. He was struggling to find something to wear, but Takuya, who was fully clothed and not being held down, dashed to the door. He waved for Kouji to hide himself, and he scurried into his closet, just in time. His father opened the door and stepped in just before Takuya could open it and lead him away, and he looked around for his son. He raised a brow when he couldn't find him.
"Where did Kouji go?"
"Oh, Kouji?" Takuya wanted to strangle him, and not in a sexual way. If Kousei found out what Kouji had been doing and thought he, Takuya, was helping with this sick habit...
"Yeah. I thought I heard him crying." His eyes caught something on the ground. "What's that?"
Takuya's heart froze, figuring it must've been a stray strand of cum that Kouji hadn't been able to cover, when he realized he was pointing at the scissors. An idea popped into his head.
"We were cutting his hair."
"...Oh?" Takuya nodded vigorously.
"I convinced Kouji to let me trim his hair, but he's so melodramatic that he started freaking out when he realized how short it was getting. And when you came in, he hid in the closet so you wouldn't see him because he thinks it looks terrible."
Kousei walked to the closet, knocking on it. "Kouji?"
Kouji, having heard Takuya's explanation, attempted to say as miserably as he could, "Yes, Tou-san?"
"You're letting him cut your hair?"
"Not anymore."
"You don't need to worry about it," he tried to say soothingly. "If you'll come out, Satomi can probably fix whatever he did."
"No. I'm not coming out."
Kousei sighed, patted the closet door and turned to Takuya. "I have to hand it to you. I've been trying to get him to cut his hair for years. Even if he ran off and refused to let you finish, the fact that you got him to agree to cut it at all is, I think, pretty damn impressive. Good for you."
Takuya felt like a balloon had popped inside. Oh, please, go away, don't try to go in the closet. "Thanks, I guess."
He called that whenever he was ready to come back out, Satomi would be ready to trim his hair normally instead of whatever hack-job Takuya had done, and he left. Takuya fell against the door, and let a sigh explode out of him. That was way, way, too close.

"Kouji?" Takuya finally called quietly, and he received silence in return. He stood and walked to the closet, knocking on the door. He heard a groan inside. "Come on, he's gone."
Immediately, he opened the door, and launched himself at Takuya, tackling him to the ground. "Now you'll do whatever I want you to do to me," he purred gleefully.
"Like hell. Get off." He tried to push him off, but Kouji put a hand over his mouth, and pushed him back down. Takuya smelled a sickeningly familiar scent on his hand, thought back to the groan in the closet, and wondered if Kouji really had the nads to masturbate while hiding from his father. He smacked his hand away, and Kouji teasingly licked his fingers. "And you know what this means, right?"
"That you're going to hurt me." He slipped his hands into his jeans, preparing to pull them off. "You're going to hurt me and abuse me and then use me like the filthy slut I was born to be."
"I've got to cut your hair."
Kouji was so shocked that he flung himself off of Takuya, and crawled away from him as the brunette had when he'd first started trying to seduce him. "Wh-why?"
"Because I told your father you'd been given a hack-job. He's expecting for you to be missing half your hair the next time he sees you." Kouji grabbed protectively at his ponytail.
"You cannot be serious. There's no way in hell I'm letting you cut my hair."
Takuya got himself up, and then crossed his arms. He was definitely serious. "I'm covering my own ass at this point. If you think I'm going to let your father wonder why I lied to him and why I knew about this and didn't tell him, you've got another thing coming."
"I'm going to scratch your eyes out if you so much as pick up those scissors," he hissed. "I've been growing out my hair for years. If it got any shorter than shoulder length, I'd have a heart attack. I dare you to try and cut it. You're gonna regret it."
The tough-guy routine wasn't working. Takuya walked over and picked up the scissors. Kouji started backing away again. "No."
"Get over here, Kouji." He shook his head hard, and Takuya nearly shouted, "Get the fuck OVER HERE." Kouji moaned and just had to stroke himself. Having Takuya so angry at him and so determined to do something he knew would make him upset, angry, and embarrassed; it was so delicious. But he pushed it away, feeling sick at himself. God, he was trying to cut his hair! There was nothing arousing to be derived from that. He tried to fix his face to form savage anger, but it was plastered in slutty desire.
"You know what, Kouji?" He looked up at him. Takuya was clearly annoyed at being drug into this; he wasn't kidding. "You said you wanted me to hurt you. Well, that's what I'm doing now. I know cutting your hair is going to hurt you, yet I'm going to do it anyway. Isn't that what you wanted? You have to admit, that's exactly what you wanted me to do. I'm hurting you, and you know I'm doing it on purpose. You like that, don't you?"
"Yeah," he breathed, stroking himself faster. "I want you to hurt me. But please, please, do anything else but that. Anything else."
Takuya started moving towards him with the scissors, and he pleaded, "Anything." He kneeled next to him, grabbing his head and pulling out the hair-tie. His hair fell gracefully over his shoulders. "Anything!"
Kouji turned and began to scramble away, but Takuya pounced on top of him, tackling to the ground. A sob tore itself from his throat and tears filled his eyes. Takuya seemed concerned, and he paused in his hair-cutting crusade to look down at him. "Is it really that important to you?"
Kouji's teeth were tightly clenched, but he managed to get out, "When I was young, I thought my real mother was dead. But I thought I looked so much like her, I could keep her alive by imitating her. So I grew out my hair. Looking in the mirror was like seeing my mother again." He sobbed, "I know now she's alive, but, if you cut my hair, it'll be like ruining a piece of my childhood."
Takuya looked pityingly at him. "Well, at least now I know the reason for the infamous Kouji pony-tail."
"Please, please don't do it."
He selected a strand of hair, and aligned it in the scissors. "I'm sorry. But unless you can explain how you spontaneously regrew your hair, I've got to do it."

"No," he began to beg again, but too late: Takuya had already committed the fateful 'snip' of the scissors. The lock fell uselessly to the floor. He selected another, and snip, it was gone. Though unsuitable for cutting rope, the scissors were well equipped for this job. "My hair, my hair," Kouji wailed, but inside, he felt exhilarated. Humiliated. He got true pleasure out of the humiliation he begged to stop, not start.
"Stop crying, you big baby. God, you really are melodramatic." Kouji groaned. Humiliating. Degrading. Dominating. Takuya himself didn't realize how good he was at this, though he recognized the effects. He was straddling Kouji's back now, as though riding a pony, and his hard-on was pressing hard into Kouji's back. Occasionally, Kouji bucked up to rub against that bulge, and in response, Takuya ground into him.
He watched in horror as his precious hair piled below him, and he finally did start crying as he realized how much of it was missing. Oh, his hair, his beautiful hair, gone. All because he was a dirty, despicable, nasty little boy.
"I think that's enough." Kouji touched the silk strands in a shapeless heap below him. They quickly blew away with a single breath, and rolled down his carpet, flying everywhere. As Takuya slid off his back and stood on his knees, Kouji snapped erect and felt his hair, having a minor panic attack each time a few stray hairs fell. His hair was so short; he couldn't even believe it was his. It was above his shoulders, easily reaching the middle of his neck.
"Why did you have to cut it so short?" he sniffed, and Takuya snapped back,
"So I have an excuse for the rest of your screaming. You must be sure he heard that. Now I can tell him I tried to fix what I'd done before, and that's why it's so short. If you'd just been quiet, I might've left it longer."
Kouji gripped his hard-on steadily through this speech, gasping as he edged himself closer to another orgasm.
"You can't tell me you're still horny," Takuya said, exasperated, and Kouji's hand stopped, though his breathing was still erratic. Pre-cum was pooling in the very tip, and Takuya looked away.
"I can't...help it," he whimpered, and he looked pleadingly up at Takuya. He saw him twitch, and he knew Takuya was as aroused as if this had been extremely erotic foreplay. Takuya denied liking this, but he knew the truth: he loved it.
"Aren't you upset with the fact I cut your hair?"
"I'm more aroused by the fact that you took total control of me." He fell back down on all fours, looking up at him like a begging little animal. Would he buy it...?

Though he'd been hoping for it, watching Takuya suddenly reach down to hold himself was a delightful surprise. He looked embarrassed, red hot, reluctant to give in.
"You enjoyed taking me over like that."
"No," he lied, taking his hand away. Kouji tried to crawl to him, and he backed away again.
"Yeees. You thought it was so hot to force me into submission, to demand and order my actions, to hurt me and know you were hurting me, and no matter how much I begged, to make me feel like something lower than spit."
"No," he said again, but he allowed himself to gasp in surprise as Kouji started dripping. It was a thick flow, and combined with the look on his face, it emphasized his lust to a breaking point. To be leaking so dramatically, Kouji must really be on his last end. He hesitantly gripped himself again, staring coyly into Takuya's eyes as he jerked off.
"I'll do anything for you," he whispered. And as Takuya got to his feet and began walking away, he repeated louder, "Anything!" How ironic that not long ago, he'd used the same cry begging him not to cut his hair. He fell back like a dog onto its haunches, then just fell onto his butt, still holding himself and making animal noises at his back. God, how could Takuya tease him so? He was so hot. His pre-cum was making it nice and easy for his hand, and he sped up, unable to stop.
Takuya reached the door. He put a hand on the knob, and just as Kouji was going to beg again, to plead and whine for him to stay, he locked it. Then he returned to Kouji, calmly, emotionless, not at all like he was really interested in using him. But as Kouji waited for him, and saw him coming back to him and walking straight towards him, he felt the powerful aura emitting from him. Arousal and the need to dominate, a deep feeling as strong as his need to submit. Takuya met him, standing over him so surely, so calmly. Standing like he was, right next to Kouji's head as he craned his neck to reach his face, Kouji felt eager shivers rush through his body. He was looking up at him expectantly.
"Taku...?"
"So you want to be used, huh?" he asked in a monotone, and Kouji felt tingles flutter through him again.
"Yes, yes, I want to be used."
"You don't really care about your hair, do you? Not if it means getting off again."
"I don't care, I don't care," he repeated obediently.
"Anyway I want, huh?"
"Anyway. Anyway you want."
And just like that, after everything, with no further prodding, Takuya reached down and undid his pants, eagerly pulling his erection through the first opening he found, and he shoved it against Kouji's mouth.
"Then suck me off, bitch."
Kouji was about to say, "Gladly," but as he opened his mouth, he was immediately filled to the throat with gleefully pulsing cock. He groaned and Takuya gripped the back of his head, shoving it far down onto him and holding him there, giving his head no chance to retract. It thrilled Kouji; he'd always wanted to try deep-throating, and the authorative way Takuya was just standing there, his hands firmly placed on his head, it was wonderful. Trying to swallow something so large while so distracted caused him a coughing fit, and while he tried to pull away to recover, Takuya kept his head still. Unable to catch his breath normally, he struggled as Takuya urged him to move his mouth, and still with a tingly feeling in his throat, he let it slip all the way in. He nearly started choking again, but he managed to hold off. He was getting embarrassed that he couldn't handle something he'd wanted to try so badly for so long.
"What's wrong, bitch? Too big for your little mouth?" Kouji half-opened his eyes to glare at him, but having a full mouth, he couldn't protest. He was determined to blow him away, and he licked and swallowed and did everything he could think of that would drive him crazy, but either he wasn't doing it very well, or Takuya had a tolerance for blowjobs. His expression never changed once, not until the penultimate moment. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, suddenly gaining his bright flush in his cheeks again, and began pulling at what remained of Kouji's hair. He expected Takuya to pull out, for he couldn't be so cruel as to force him to take his cum right in his throat, right?
"Kouji," he heard him mutter, and Kouji in that degrading, belittling voice, he actually preferred being called 'Bitch.' Takuya groaned deeply, and against his will, Kouji suddenly felt fluid gushing down his throat. Though he choked and tried to pull away, Takuya stubbornly kept his head in place, forcing him to take it. He choked so bad on the flow that at one point he forced it up the wrong way and it went into his nose, where it sorely burned. As Takuya finally pulled away and left Kouji gagging up semen and trying to ease it out of his nostrils, Kouji thought that he could not have hoped to receive a better reaction while deep-throating, though it had been a bit of a disaster on his end. He'd wanted to taste another man's cum for years, and instead of swallowing it and savouring it, he was hacking the precious stuff up. He was embarrassed he couldn't take it, he'd been dominated in the ultimate way, had been shaking off pain during the whole experience, and because of all this, he felt as good as Takuya surely felt now. Forget actually having an orgasm; to feel so dominated by someone was the ultimate pleasure.
He chuckled as Kouji looked up at him, his tongue hanging from his mouth and cum dripping off of it. Takuya grabbed his chin, squeezing it and forcing him to look right into his eyes. "Enjoy it, bitch?"
"Ungh," he moaned, incapable of producing normal sentences.
"I can give you plenty more if you liked that."
"Yes," he breathed, opening his mouth again and preparing for intrusion and more semen, but he didn't shove himself in this time.
"Nah, let's consider other options." Takuya replaced his cock in his jeans and zipped them up again, but Kouji protested.
"I want more cum," he whined, pressing his hand against him and rubbing, hoping to get him to change his mind. He wanted to prove he could not only take his cock, but he could swallow a gallon of cum if put to the test.
"You'll get it later." Such a simple refusal hurt, and Kouji detested being denied such a simple request. He was also aroused by it. Takuya was finally picking up on the game.

"Get on your bed, bitch."
Kouji obeyed, not just by standing and walking easily to his bed, but by crawling and trying to pull himself up just by his arms. He was weak from hanging from the ceiling for so long, but he did manage to hoist himself up, and he turned, flirtingly, to look back at Takuya. As he turned, his bandana was shoved in his mouth, and he was pushed onto the bed.
'God yes,' he wanted to cry, 'Be rough with me, be hard with me.' He couldn't say much beyond mumbles, but thankfully, Takuya recognized pleased sounds when he heard them.
"Such a nasty habit, Kouji." He tried to move his hips into Takuya, but he was held still. "It's very dangerous to tie yourself up. You never know who will find you. You're just lucky it was me, not someone else." He leaned into Kouji's neck, first just nipping it, then biting it hard, digging his teeth into the skin until it nearly bled. "Or maybe you're not so lucky."
Kouji made a half-hearted mumbled that sounded somewhat like a "Yes."
He let go of his neck. His teeth left deep marks in his skin, almost a perfect imprint of his jaw, and all of it was horribly red. He returned to his neck, fixing skin between just his front teeth. "I like biting, so you know. Hope there's no problem with that." He bit down, hard. It was arguably more painful than the full-jaw bite because it was so focused on just that tiny spot, and all his strength digging those teeth into his skin hurt so good. Kouji had never felt this kind of pain before, and whether or not he liked being bitten obviously was of no concern to Takuya. Teeth marks quickly scattered along his neck and showed no signs of stopping, yet with each excruciating bite, Kouji wanted to cum more and more. Biting was something he'd never dreamed of. Whipping, spanking, flogging, sure, but this, this was bliss. He moaned and groaned through the bandana, struggling to release his fierce cries of pleasure without alerting his father. Though Takuya held his hands down, his fingers were free, and he clawed at the hands that bound him to release his pain.
"If I'd known you were such a masochist, I'd have snuck into your bed ages ago." Kouji nodded rapidly, tilting his head back and offering all of his tender neck to Takuya, and he rubbed it gently, feeling his pulse. He bit right on top of the gentle beating, literally holding Kouji's life in his jaws for a split second, and then too soon, recovered.
"I want to hear you scream."
Kouji peered at him, half-dazed, still hopelessly aroused. Takuya pulled the bandana from his mouth, and he wished he'd just put it back in and abuse him already.
"But I can't, can I?"
Kouji nodded absently, gasping as his teeth ripped into his flesh again.
"All I want is to hear you scream. I want to hear you scream and scream." Kouji opened his mouth to scream, but Takuya covered it quickly. "But you can't."
"Takuya," he mumbled through his hand, and he lifted it just a tiny bit. "Make me cum. Please, make me cum." He'd been waiting so long; this orgasm had been building up forever. He would die if he didn't cum now.
"No," he said, very simply, and Kouji knew he meant it. Takuya would not help him cum. "You're not going to get to cum today." So authorative, so strict.
"Takuya," he begged, trying to rub into him again, forcing him to feel his arousal at its highest peak ever. "Please. Hurt me. Use me. Make me cum."
"Not until I can hear you screaming for me." Takuya withdrew from him, and Kouji angrily pulled him back down. "It's not good enough until then. I'm a little sorry, but I'm not going to waste this moment. When it happens, I want to hear you bellowing my name."
"Do it! Hurt me!" Takuya tried to withdraw again, and as Kouji angrily growled, "Fuck me, damn you!" he was struck down into the bed. His ears were ringing. What had just happened? He looked to Takuya, and he was holding his hand awkwardly, as if he'd just smacked something.
"Stay down, bitch, who said you could move?"
The concept of being smacked by Takuya nearly brought on an orgasm by itself, but Takuya was kneeling uncomfortably on his erection, and he was unable to achieve it.
"If you do cum today, you won't be enjoying it." Kouji couldn't imagine having an orgasm and not enjoying it. The concept sounded ridiculous. An orgasm was an orgasm. "Let's figure out how to clean this up."
Kouji whined rebelliously. "You don't mean you're just going to leave me here?"
"Yes." Just that; a single affirmation, and no other reason given, like a brick wall had just been erected and there would be no argument upon the subject. He tried to carress him and he rubbed into his crotch again, just begging to be used, but Takuya calmly got off the bed, and picked up the blanket. Cum was sticking to it, and he held it up to Kouji. "So what do we do with this? Try to clean off the cum and just tell Satomi-san it needs to be washed?"
He was really going to just ignore him. Here he was, just lying on a bed and offering everything to him, fulfilling any teenage boy's deepest fantasy, and he was just ignoring him. He couldn't stand it. He finally just reached down, giving himself a few quick jerks, and he was so far along that that was all he could take before finally cumming all over his stomach. Takuya watched him, bemused, as he writhed on the sheets and spurt cum even to his chest; what was he talking about? It felt as good to cum now as it had before. But when it died down, and he really caught the way Takuya was observing him, and his mind recovered from a blank state to something capable of intelligent thought, he realized he was right. He wasn't satisfied with this orgasm. He'd relieved himself of a seriously pent-up urge, and that was all.
"Are you quite finished?" Kouji could've cried. He wanted to cum again because he wasn't satisfied, and he wanted Takuya to bring him to that orgasm. But Takuya refused. He was right; he couldn't fully enjoy cumming knowing he was missing out on something so much better. He pledged that no matter what it took, he would get Takuya into bed with him again. He would make him dominate him as far as he was able to stand it. And he would be satisfied.

As he tried to sit up and get his mind pieced together, Takuya walked back to the bed, unzipping himself. He yanked Kouji's into him forcefully and shoved himself inside again, and Kouji moaned as his mouth was filled again. He was prepared for it this time, and it was easy to let it slide gently into his throat. Takuya was no longer intent on just being deep-throated, so Kouji focused on strictly giving him head, gripping him and enthusiastically giving him a hand job as he sucked hard on the head. Takuya quickly came, and Kouji was thrilled at being filled with cum again; the taste was divine, and he loved being gifted with such a great amount. He eagerly drank everything, continuing to give him head long after he'd stopped cumming and working to get as much out of him as he could until Takuya finally forced himself out of his greedy mouth. He'd grown half-hard again, but he appeared satisfied enough to ignore it, and he returned it smoothly back inside his jeans again.
"So, what are we going to do with the rope?"
Takuya was going to be an incredible top. He just needed to get alone with him and get him willing to go to bed with him. Sex was going to be mind-blowing.
Even as he helped Takuya clean his room and destroy any evidence of what had happened, his thoughts were overwhelmed by hot images of being used by him, and his thoughts spun around and intoxicated him. He still begged as pitifully as possible to the Takuya in his mind, 'Hurt me, deny me pleasure, tease me, reject me. Hurt me. Hurt me. I need you. I need you to make me cum. I need to cum. I need to cum. I need to cum.'