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Sex Addiction	By : lizzie88 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh and I do not make money off this story.

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A/N: Okay, so I took a long hiatus there, but this fic is finally back online. I've known what I wanted to do for the next several chapters for a long time, I just need to actually do it. So, enjoy!

Bakura took a sip of wine from his glass. This had turned out to be quite a good day. A little bit of training, a little denial, and the house had been dusted. His pretty thing was still a bit clumsy with his arms behind his back, though; that would improve with time. Bakura tilted his head. Sometimes clumsiness was rather beneficial. It often resulted in views such as the one he was enjoying now. Bakura took another sip of wine as he contemplated his slave.

   Ryou’s clumsiness with the feather duster had caused a glass to fall and shatter in the kitchen, and so Bakura had designed a suitable punishment. It was combined with some of the training that Bakura knew Ryou would need. His slave was on his knees on the floor, his ankles trapped in cuffs that were bolted down. Bakura had removed the glove; it was very tight and Bakura did not want his slave damaged because of it being left on too long. Instead, Ryou’s arms were bound with rope, each palm trapped against the opposite elbow. Between Ryou’s legs was a narrow platform; if Ryou were to sit down he would rest rather comfortably on top of it, but that was exactly what Ryou was trying very hard not to do. On top of the platform was a button, and if Ryou rested his weight on it the button would trigger an electric current. The current would travel through a wire connected to a cock ring, which would then shock Ryou’s sensitive skin. Therefore, Ryou needed to stay off the button if he didn’t want his length to get shocked.

   But, Ryou couldn’t sit up all the way up on his knees, either. If he did this, a rope attached to the bindings around his arms would pull a switch behind him. This switch would activate a separate current, sending a strong shock to a plug deep in his ass. To avoid this torture, Ryou had to hover somewhere in the middle, unable to rest by sitting or by letting his weight rest on his knees. The final touch was the gag, a thick leather strap holding a rubber plug in Ryou’s mouth. He moaned into it as he tried to stay still, not wanting to incur the wrath of either the cock ring or the plug.

   Bakura watched with great interest as Ryou’s legs began to shake. His strength wouldn’t hold out forever. He could see Ryou’s brow crease; Ryou was deciding. He was deliberating on which torture he could take the best. It was inevitable; he had to choose to either pull the switch or push the button, otherwise his legs would give out and the decision would be made for him. Finally, it seemed that Ryou decided he could deal with the shock to his ass better than to his cock, and so he pulled himself up to rest his weight on his knees. Bakura felt a grin form on his face as Ryou let out a muffled cry, twisting in his bonds as the electricity coursed into him. His legs could only rest as long as he could stand the torture.

   After only a minute Ryou had to crouch back down, but his legs were too exhausted and he couldn’t hold himself up. He hit the button and the shock that found his length made him scream and sent him rocketing back up, which pulled the switch again and sent another shock to his ass. Ryou wailed into his gag desperately, trying to force his legs to obey as he attempted to find that in-between spot again. After several moments of seesawing, Ryou was finally still again in his tense, crouched position. The lit fireplace behind Ryou highlighted his straining muscles, slick with sweat, and gave his white hair a fiery orange hue. He looked over at his master through half-lidded eyes, panting and sweating and fully aware that he was being watched. Bakura just smirked, tilting his head in admiration.

   That was the truly malicious characteristic of this torture: in his own tormented way, Ryou had a choice of what kind of pain to which his body would be subjected. Bakura enjoyed watching the process as Ryou tried to figure out a way to save his strength while minimizing his torture, even though in the end it was a battle he could never win.

   Bakura felt his desire building. The only possible flaw with the scene was that his slave was not directly in reach, unable to touch or be touched. Draining his glass, Bakura shifted on the couch. Like his slave, he was naked; clothes had become a nuisance, if not entirely impractical, for his main occupation. He stood up and sauntered over to Ryou’s shaking form.

   Ryou looked up, making a hopeful sound into his gag. He was exhausted and sore and was looking forward to less pain and more pleasure. Bakura ran his hand through Ryou’s hair, twirling it between his fingers.

   “You’re going to be more careful now when you clean, aren’t you?” he murmured. Ryou nodded eagerly. Bakura traced the contours of Ryou’s face with his fingertips, then finally kneeled down and disconnected the button from the cock ring. Ryou slumped down in relief, letting out a slightly hoarse groan. He had barely rested a moment when Bakura pulled at his hair. “Up,” he commanded. Ryou moaned but did as he was told; Bakura pulled the platform out from between Ryou’s legs and Ryou fell back again in a kneeling position, his legs still bolted to the floor.

   Ryou could hear Bakura moving things around behind him, but he didn’t have the energy to care. After sitting through that torture for so long all he wanted was for Bakura to touch him, to stroke him and kiss him and make him come. Ryou didn’t have to wait long; Bakura was needy and not very patient. Grabbing a handful of Ryou’s hair, Bakura pulled his slave’s head back and ran his other hand up and down Ryou’s body. Ryou tried to push his hips forward, inviting Bakura’s touch, and he moaned appreciatively as Bakura’s warm hands stroked his hard length. It was what he had wanted all day; in fact, it was what he always wanted, all the time.

   Bakura ran his hot tongue down Ryou’s neck and along his shoulder, ending with a sharp nip at the pale skin. Ryou leaned back against his master’s body with a sigh, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of Bakura’s hand on his cock. He could feel his master’s hard length pressing against his lower back and he felt a jolt of anticipation run down his spine. Bakura’s hand soon forced Ryou’s head down, leading it towards the floor so that his face was pressed against the carpet and his ass was in the air. Bakura dug his fingernails into Ryou’s ass and his slave let out a squeal. As he sucked on his own fingers Bakura spanked the firm flesh to a satisfactory shade of red, then his wet fingers traced the rim of Ryou’s tight hole before gently entering. Ryou let out a low moan, shifting slightly to accommodate the intrusion.

   Feeling his breath quicken, Ryou watched the light of the fireplace flames dance on the carpet around him. The feeling of Bakura entering him was no longer a surprise, and it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it used to. The familiar feeling of the ropes on his arms, the gag in his mouth and Bakura inside of him lulled him into a daze of pleasure, where he lost himself in Bakura’s dominating rhythm.

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   Ryou let out a strangled squeak as the riding crop hit his ass again; he corrected himself by sucking harder, trying to focus on what Bakura liked. Bakura hummed appreciatively, withdrawing the crop as he ran his other hand through Ryou’s hair. Ryou’s training had continued with lessons on how to properly suck his master’s cock. He winced as Bakura spanked him again.

   “I told you I shouldn’t feel any teeth,” he growled. Ryou quickly tried to correct himself without slowing down. His ass already stung quite enough, and he was rendered helpless by shackles holding his hands behind his back. A chain connected those to the shackles binding his feet. Bakura grabbed Ryou’s hair, forcing his head down.

   “Suck on my balls…” he whispered huskily. The chains clinked as Ryou shifted downward to lap at the soft skin. Bakura sighed, rubbing his fingers over Ryou’s scalp as he pushed his head in closer. Ryou had nearly relaxed when Bakura pulled his head up again and shoved his cock back into Ryou’s mouth, nearly making him choke. His fingernails dug into Ryou’s skin, a sign that he was getting close. Ryou swirled his tongue around the shaft, pulled back for a moment to flick his tongue across the tip, then wrapped his lips around the hard flesh as he bobbed his head back and forth.

   Ryou still wasn’t entirely able to get a read on when Bakura was going to come, so he was rather surprised when the warm, sticky liquid suddenly splattered onto his face. Bakura sat still for a moment, panting, his hand still entangled in Ryou’s hair. Eventually his hand traveled down to Ryou’s chin, tilting his head up. Ryou looked up into the warm garnet eyes, searching for approval.

   “Hmm… that’s my good little slave,” Bakura murmured, stroking Ryou’s cheek. Ryou smiled slightly. “And you’ll be having plenty of practice…” he went on, mostly to himself. He stood, pulling Ryou up with him and discarding the riding crop on the bed. He took the chain attached to Ryou’s collar and led him into the bathroom. Bakura looped the chain around the bathtub faucet and fastened it with a padlock, then ordered Ryou into the tub. Ryou sat down on the lip of the tub, then swung his legs over; he couldn’t step in with shackles on his ankles.



   “On your knees,” his master ordered, and Ryou obeyed. As he sat there he watched Bakura turn on the sink faucet and test the water with his fingertips. Once the temperature seemed satisfactory he filled up an oddly-shaped, bulbous rubber bottle. Ryou couldn’t imagine its use. Bakura stepped into the tub and sat down on the edge behind Ryou.

   “Let me see that pretty ass…”

   Ryou leaned forward, letting his head rest on the tub’s edge and spreading his legs as far as the shackles would allow. He felt Bakura spit into his ass and run his fingers over his hole, and he prepared himself for a good fucking. He was, therefore, surprised when he felt something much smaller enter him. He shifted uncertainly, confused. Then, slowly, he felt pressure building inside of him. It was different from having Bakura in him, and after a few moments Ryou felt a desperate need to release. The pressure prodded his prostate, causing him to moan.

   “Hold it in,” Bakura ordered. Ryou bit his lip in concentration, his muscles tensing. He felt the beginnings of an erection as he tried to hold the pressure inside. Finally Bakura said, “All right, let go.”

   Ryou relaxed with a low moan and the water from the enema flowed out onto the floor of the tub. He had little time to recover as Bakura grabbed his hair and pulled him back to rest against his master’s chest.

   “We’re going to be having some visitors tomorrow,” Bakura said softly into Ryou’s ear. Ryou’s eyes widened slightly; with Bakura, that could mean anything. “And now that you’re nice and clean, I also expect you to be on your… best behavior.” The words sent shivers down Ryou’s spine. Bakura’s hand slid down Ryou’s chest to flick his fingertips over Ryou’s cock, causing Ryou to raise his hips in anticipation.

   “Oh, no… not today.” Ryou bit back a moan of disappointment. “It will be much more fun tomorrow if you’re already a little frustrated.”

   Ryou was torn between dreading the visitors and wanting them to arrive as soon as possible. He could hardly imagine what kind of friends Bakura would have, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about the possibility of someone other than his master having control over him. But, if it was the only way to meet his need, how could he complain?

   Bakura kept Ryou’s hands chained behind his back that night to eliminate the possibility of Ryou pleasuring himself. Ryou slept fitfully, passing in and out of dreams of tight ropes, roaming hands and Bakura’s lusty voice.

A/N: Ooh, visitors! Who could they possibly be?
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