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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: And out of the gates with another chapter! I’d like to take this opportunity to recognize Moonbunny87 for giving me possibly the most detailed review on any piece of fanfiction I’ve ever written.
To everyone else that reviewed, thank you, it’s nice to know that people are reading this smut.

            Ryou winced as Bakura tightened the laces on the white leather glove holding Ryou’s arms behind his back. Bakura fastened the remaining straps around Ryou’s shoulders, then teasingly ran his hand down Ryou’s chest. Ryou wasn’t any less needy than he had been the night before, and he shivered slightly at the contact. Bakura pinched one of Ryou’s nipples and grinned at the squeal he got in return. Turning, he grabbed something off the coffee table and held it in front of Ryou’s face.

            “You know what this is, hm?” Ryou stared at the strange plastic object, then shook his head. Bakura’s hands moved down to Ryou’s cock, and then Ryou quickly realized the object’s function as the plastic cage was fastened around his cock and locked. He let out a soft whine; he had been hoping to gain some relief that day, but that didn’t appear to be part of Bakura’s plan.

            “Remember,” Bakura whispered in his slave’s ear, “best behavior.” At that moment there was a knock at the door. “Stay put,” Bakura ordered as he left the room. Ryou stayed where he was, standing in the middle of the living room with the glove rendering his arms useless and the matching white ball gag firmly between his teeth. He looked down at his cock and shifted slightly; the device didn’t pinch or hurt at all, but he wasn’t aroused yet.

            Ryou heard the door open, and then heard voices that he didn’t recognize. The next thing Ryou knew a flash of bronze and gold was moving rapidly towards him.

            “Oh, he’s so pretty!” a voice squealed. Ryou managed to focus in on a young man about his height with blond hair, darkly tanned skin and an extensive array of gold accessories on his arms and around his neck. The stranger’s hands wandered over Ryou’s body, tracing the contours of his bound arms, caressing his chest and reaching down to squeeze his ass. Ryou moaned uncertainly, enjoying the attention but unsure of what Bakura would think.

            “Relax, pet; he isn’t yours,” said another unfamiliar voice. Ryou looked up to see another bronze-skinned man with wildly spiked blond hair and very expensive-looking clothing. He sauntered up to Ryou with comfortable arrogance, reminding Ryou very much of his own master. Pushing the other man away, he took Ryou’s chin in his hand and carefully studied Ryou’s face, then circled around him like a merchant examining a potential purchase.

            “Quite the find,” he murmured finally. Bakura smirked. The smaller young man had quietly resumed running his fingers featherlike over Ryou’s body, and Ryou was having a difficult time keeping still.

            “Malik, why don’t you take him upstairs and have some fun? Bakura and I have business to discuss.”

            Malik, the young man fondling Ryou, grinned in delight while Ryou stared at his master in alarm. Bakura wouldn’t look at him; he was staring at Mariku. Malik grabbed Ryou by his collar and quickly pulled him upstairs. Ryou could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He had become used to being at the mercy of his master, but what would happen to him in the hands of this stranger? Malik led Ryou into the bedroom.

            “Stand there, I want to look at you,” Malik said, and he stood back to admire Ryou’s exposed body. His gaze slid down to Ryou’s trapped cock. “Aw, poor thing… Has your master been mean to you?”

            Grabbing a handful of Ryou’s hair, Malik pressed his body against Ryou’s and looked into his eyes. “You’re going to do everything I want, aren’t you? Just like a good little slave.” Ryou just nodded. Best behavior.

            Malik left the room for a moment and came back with his arms full. He seemed to have discovered Bakura’s stash. “On your knees,” he said, grinning as he picked up a large black plug. Ryou did as he was told, then Malik pushed his head down to the carpet. He gave Ryou’s ass a solid smack; Ryou flinched but stayed quiet, and Malik raised an eyebrow.

            “So, not a complete newbie, are you? Let’s see how much of a pain slut you really are.” Malik spanked him hard with his open palms, turning the lily white skin a rosy red. Ryou bit down on his gag as the skin became more and more sensitive and fought the urge to squirm away; it would only make things worse. He let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding as Malik finally stopped for a moment. Ryou wondered for a moment what would come next, then abruptly let out a scream.

            Malik smiled, licking his lips in anticipation. The wooden switch had gotten a much different response, and it didn’t even take much effort. He tapped it against Ryou’s cheeks with minimal pressure and admiringly watched as Ryou squirmed, his arms straining against the tight glove. The skin was so sensitive already, and Ryou screamed again as Malik finished off with a good, hard hit.

            Ryou jumped as he felt Malik’s hands on his ass again, and heard Malik giggle. Malik ran his tongue over the angry red flesh, kissing and sucking as he went. He spread Ryou’s cheeks and lightly flicked his tongue over Ryou’s hole, eliciting a soft moan.

            “Mmph… mrrnng… mm…” Malik licked around Ryou’s hole, enjoying the little moans he was getting. He could see why Bakura liked this little plaything; he was totally Bakura’s type. Malik absently sucked on his own fingers, then gently began to explore Ryou’s tight hole.

            “Fuck, you’re tight,” he said as Ryou moaned at the entry of a second finger. “If Bakura didn’t own you I’d think you were a virgin.” Ryou couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or not. He felt Malik’s fingers leave for a moment, then moaned as he felt the intrusion of something much bigger. Malik twisted the thick plastic plug into Ryou’s ass, kissed it, then grabbed Ryou’s feet and pulled his knees out from under him. Ryou fell onto his stomach with a squeal. His legs were no longer spread and Ryou could feel his inside walls squeezing around the plug. He suddenly noticed that he was becoming hard as he felt his semi-erect cock bulge against the chastity.

            Malik didn’t let Ryou rest for long. He quickly grabbed a spreader bar and fastened it between Ryou’s ankles, forcing his legs apart. Then, using some rope, Malik connected the little metal ring at the tip of Ryou’s glove to the spreader bar. The result was a sort of modified hogtie, with the soles of Ryou’s feet facing the ceiling. Malik ran his fingers lightly over the bottoms of Ryou’s feet, causing Ryou to squirm.

            “Mm, so sensitive…” Ryou looked up to see Malik waving the switch in front of his face. It took him a moment to realize what Malik was going to do, and he whined in protest. “Oh, poor little thing… but those screams of yours are just so pretty…” Malik began to tap the switch against the sole of Ryou’s left foot, slowly increasing the force of the blows. Ryou squirmed in his restraints but could barely move. He groaned as the hits came harder, tormenting the sensitive skin. On his other foot Ryou could feel Malik winding something tight around it; it took him a moment to realize that there was a thick rubber band around his foot. Malik plucked it up and stretched it, then let it snap back into place. Ryou squealed at the sharp sting and moaned as he felt a band being put onto his other foot.

            Malik alternated between the switch and the bands, enjoying every moan and cry. Ryou was beginning to wonder if he would be able to walk after this; his feet stung so bad. His arms were also beginning to fall asleep, and his hardening cock was painfully pressed against the confines of the chastity. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or not when Malik finally stopped attacking his feet and crawled in front of him. Malik pulled Ryou’s head up by his hair while his other hand traced the curve of the white ball in Ryou’s mouth.

            Ryou was surprised as Malik removed the ball gag, but it was quickly replaced with a ring gag that held Ryou’s mouth wide open. Almost immediately he was drooling on the carpet. Ryou turned his head to see Malik wriggling out of his tight clothes, and Ryou found himself admiring the slim, tan body before him. Malik noticed and did a playful twirl, then kneeled down in front of his prisoner. He traced the ring gag with his fingertip, then poked his finger into Ryou’s mouth. Ryou licked the probing finger, staring up into Malik’s lavender eyes. Malik raised his finger up to his own mouth and sucked on it. Ryou could feel his cock throbbing with need.

            Malik turned around and Ryou found himself staring at Malik’s round ass. Ryou raised his head as much as he could and began to lick circles around Malik’s entrance. If he had been able to he would have smiled at some of the moans of pleasure he got in return.

            “Oooh… Oh yeah… Lick it all over…” Malik reached back to grab some of Ryou’s hair and push his head closer. Ryou kissed Malik’s hole and continued to run his tongue up and down as Malik moaned his appreciation. Quite suddenly Malik turned again and shoved his dripping cock in Ryou’s mouth. Burying his hand in Ryou’s hair, Malik proceeded to give Ryou a thorough face fucking. The only thing Ryou could do was try not to choke. It didn’t take Malik very long, and Ryou soon felt warm stickiness on his face. Malik grinned down at him in post-orgasmic bliss, running his fingers through Ryou’s hair.

            “No wonder Bakura wanted to keep you…” he murmured. Gagged and immobile, Ryou just stared back. Malik reached out to stroke Ryou’s bound arms. Ryou noticed with concern that he was starting to lose feeling in his fingers. Malik seemed to read Ryou’s mind and started untying the laces of the glove. Ryou moaned in relief as the tight leather loosened, and his feet fell to the floor again as Malik pulled the glove off. He quickly grabbed some handcuffs and secured Ryou’s hands behind his back again. Ryou wiggled his fingers to get rid of the numbness as Malik removed the spreader bar and the ring gag.

            Ryou had forgotten about the plug in his ass until Malik pulled him up onto his knees. Malik found it with his fingers, gently pressing it deeper inside Ryou and causing him to moan loudly. Malik clapped his hand tightly over Ryou’s mouth, using his other hand to pinch and rub Ryou’s sensitive nipples. Then, it slowly traveled down to cup Ryou’s balls.

            “Mmrrrnph…” Ryou was aching with need and he bucked his hips forward involuntarily as Malik’s fingers brushed his cock through the bars of the little cage holding his sex captive. “No pleasure for you today, poor little thing,” Malik purred. “And you haven’t even met my master yet.”

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            Ryou watched the light from the fireplace dance on the carpet as he unsuccessfully tried to find a comfortable position. His hands were tightly bound together behind his back, and another rope pulled his hands up toward the ceiling, forcing him to bend forward awkwardly. A bar spread his feet wide apart, making the position even more difficult. He wasn’t gagged, but he knew better than to make any noise.

            His master, Mariku and Malik were in the other room, finishing dinner. It didn’t take much imagination to figure out what their plans would be for the rest of the evening. Ryou twisted his hands absently against the ropes, then looked down at himself and the cruel chastity device. Whatever their plans were, he hoped it involved an end to his torment. Ryou supposed that he now understood what Bakura had gone through when he was bound to that hospital bed as the doctors tried, and failed, to cure his sex addiction.

            Hearing footsteps, Ryou turned his head to see Mariku striding towards him. Mariku’s presence was strong and commanding, and Ryou’s immediate, conditioned response was to cast his eyes downward in submission. A hand grasped his chin and fingers traced his lips. Ryou flicked his tongue out to lick gently, and the fingers invaded his mouth. He heard a chuckle as he sucked on the fingers.

            “Your slave is eager to please,” Mariku said. Bakura hummed affirmatively as he ran his hand down Ryou’s back to cup his ass. Out of the corner of his eye Ryou saw Malik slip behind him, then he started as something suddenly covered his eyes. He let out a muffled cry as a cock suddenly pushed itself past his lips, and he automatically began licking and sucking. Mariku let out a low moan and Ryou felt a hand grasp his hair. Behind him he could feel someone licking his ass, and he felt several pairs of hands moving up and down his back and between his legs. He moaned around the cock in his mouth as his master (he supposed) entered him from behind.

            Ryou squealed as a hand suddenly squeezed his balls and felt the sting of another hand smacking his face; he tried to return his attention to sucking Mariku’s cock, but he was having trouble as his master’s thrusts hit his inner sweet spot. Hands ran over his body to pinch his nipples, spank his ass and tease his trapped cock, and he was having trouble keeping track of who the hands belonged to. Suddenly he felt his master withdraw behind him, and Mariku’s cock disappeared from his mouth. But, as soon as they had left they were back, though Ryou couldn’t tell if they had switched places or not. Another mouth licked at his balls and Ryou moaned. His wrists strained against the ropes; he could feel the chastity tight around his cock, just begging to be touched.

            They moved around him again. “M-master…” Ryou whimpered, his mouth momentarily free, but with no reply he felt another cock forced past his lips. He screamed around it as whoever entered him found his sweet spot on the first thrust. Ryou nearly choked as a second cock tried to shove its way into his mouth and Ryou moaned desperately.

            Trapped in darkness, Ryou wasn’t sure how long the night of fucking went on. All he knew was, when it did finally end, his cock was still aching and his back, ass and face were dripping and sticky. His arms and back hurt terribly, and in the stillness that suddenly came upon the room Ryou was afraid that he was going to be left there, but suddenly light entered his vision and he blinked at his master’s smirking face. Bakura traced Ryou’s lips with his fingertip, then reached up to untie Ryou’s hands. Unsupported by the rope Ryou fell forward into Bakura’s arms. He was barely aware of his legs being freed from the spreader bar, and he offered no resistance on Bakura laid him on his back on the carpet. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Mariku on the couch with Malik in his lap.

            “Get up,” he heard his master say. Ryou tried to obey and pull himself up, but his arms had fallen asleep and all he succeeded in doing was rolling over. He turned his head to stare up at his master; the day had been so long already, he didn’t know if he could endure anything more. Ryou jumped as he felt hands on his back.

            “Ready to play some more?” Ryou heard Malik ask, but before Ryou could think of whether to reply or not Bakura had kneeled down and scooped Ryou up into his arms.
“Aw, come on!” Malik whined. Ryou was too tired to wonder about Bakura’s behavior; perhaps he was becoming possessive. Without another word Bakura carried Ryou upstairs. The bed felt wonderful; Ryou wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, but he doubted that was Bakura’s intention, so he tried to sit up to see what his master required of him.

            Bakura was staring at him, and Ryou stared back. After a minute or so Ryou became nervous. Why wasn’t Bakura doing anything? He flinched as Bakura’s hand finally moved, reaching up to stroke Ryou’s cheek. Ryou felt confused; after a few weeks of living with Bakura, Ryou had thought that he could read Bakura’s emotions to some extent, but this was something Ryou had never experienced before.

            Ryou prepared himself as Bakura sat down on the bed next to him. Slowly he leaned forward and, very gently, pressed his lips against Ryou’s. Ryou felt slightly entranced; this was always how he imagined those first kisses in the movies felt like. Bakura pulled back. His dark eyes studied Ryou’s face.

            “Master?” Ryou dared to say quietly. Bakura nodded, then murmured, “Yes…” It was as if he was talking to himself. “Because you’re mine…”

            Ryou nodded. “Yes, I’m yours…” Over the past several weeks there had been very few actions that Ryou initiated without Bakura’s express order, but Ryou felt a small push in the back of his mind and he leaned forward to give Bakura a kiss. For just the smallest moment, Ryou felt something that he never thought he would feel. Bakura yielded, allowing Ryou access to his mouth with no resistance; for just a few seconds, Bakura gave in to him.

            Hesitantly, Ryou’s arms crept up to rest on Bakura’s shoulders. Quickly returning to dominance, Bakura pushed Ryou down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. Their tongues dueled as they kissed, punctuated by the occasional gasp for air. Ryou couldn’t remember Bakura ever kissing him like this; it was actually rather nice. Feeling something against his thigh, Ryou realized that Bakura was already hard again. Deciding that boldness had gotten him pretty far already, Ryou reached down to grab Bakura’s shaft.

            Bakura let out a low hum, a sound of enjoyment that Ryou readily recognized, so he was surprised when Bakura suddenly sat up and backed away. Ryou felt tears spring into his eyes as Bakura left the room. He shouldn’t have done anything without permission, and he cursed himself for being stupid. Ryou stood up to go crawl into his cage for the night.

            “Where are you going?” Ryou turned to see Bakura standing in the doorway, holding a key.

            “I…”

            “Lie down,” Bakura said, and Ryou did as he was told. Ryou soon found that the key was to his chastity, and with a soft moan his cock was released. Bakura lay down next to him, and pulled Ryou close. He then slowly began grinding his hips against Ryou’s. Ryou gripped Bakura’s shoulders, moaning as his and Bakura’s cocks rubbed together. Ryou was already long overdue and it didn’t take long for his cock to become hard and dripping. He bucked his hips against Bakura and felt himself nearing the edge.

            Bakura pulled Ryou in for another kiss, and Ryou moaned into Bakura’s mouth as he came hard. The two of them lay there in bliss for a moment. Ryou felt arms around him and snuggled up against Bakura. Exhausted and finally satisfied, he sighed and drifted off to sleep.

A/N: That was… long. But fun! Ryou’s had a long day, and it seems that Bakura is willing to share… or is he?
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