And the Kink Goes On and On

There are several kinks and sexual practices that could never fit into the flow of the original 'As the Kink Goes On', due to the characters that are portrayed there. This fic is an attempt to find just the niche that they needed.
Also, I know some of you are wondering about the deal that set Ryuuji’s path in line with Honda’s and just what were he and Kaiba doing on the days that Honda wasn’t there.
Here is where I squeeze all that in.
This fic will be almost entirely in Otogi Ryuuji’s POV.
It may be slow in starting, unless you all want me to repeat the scene of his first encounter in his POV ?

Companion fic to 'And the Kink Goes On'. This is the story through a different pair of eyes. Eyes of brightest emerald green. What was the deal that got Ryuuji involved in the world that Honda and Kaiba had begun?

Disclaimer: Once more, I do own a complete universe, but it isn’t the one that these characters or their stories are from, so I can’t have them, either. Sadness is my only feeling about that.


Chapter Ichi: It Started Here

You may have already heard this story, but I felt a need to put my version out and make my excuses, etc.
You see, Honda is in this for the dominations aspects. He thrives on that kind of stuff. Hell even when Honda-kun fucks someone, there is a voice controlling him.
Kaiba is a control freak, in case you didn’t understand that. So, there’s his motivation.
As for the rest, we’ll come to them in time.
About me, well let’s start at the beginning.
It started as a stupid mistake. . . actually, two stupid mistakes. First, I ordered this huge bunch of beanie dice for the store and they were a flop. Second, I tried dating a friend and that was a flop, too.
The good that came from these mistakes started out as, I learned that silly fads are hard to gauge and that, though the relationship was doomed, I wanted something like it . . . only more.
So, with the error of my dating behind me, I attempted to restore my finances after the ‘big fuzzy dice disaster’.
For starters, I cut back all of my personal expenditures, (ie. trips to the spa, dinners out, and new clothes or expensive products) then I dumped those funds into my business.
However, while this was going on, a plot was in effect to undermine me and take from me the entire copyright and ownership of the Dungeon Dice game.
I nearly lost everything.
By the time I had discovered the problem, it was beyond my ability to cure and I became sick with worry. After two days of walking through my life like a zombie, I just stayed home and refused to get out of my bed.
I heard my phone ring, several times, but getting up to answer it took too much ambition and energy. I rolled over and went back to the semi-dozing that I had been doing.
Another morning came and I woke to the sounds of someone pounding my door in.
Three solid crashed and my poor door was history.
“Thank you, gentlemen. You will repair it and bill me, understood?” a haughty voice commented, but I didn’t really care what was going on. “Miss, come with me.”
My bedroom door opened and people came in. I had long ago pulled the thick coverlet over my head, so I couldn’t see who it was.
“Otogi-san, Gomen. I need to check your health,” the melodic voice of a female said, as the blankets were pulled from my body. I clung to them for all I was worth, but as I was weakened, she won out. “There, now let’s just see . . .” and my hand was lifted so that pulse, blood pressure and other things could be determined. A thermometer was shoved into my mouth before I could state an argument.
“Listen up, Diceman!” a harsh male voice caught my ear and I turned to see a familiar brown haired peer staring down at me, in disgust. “I know all about the takeover plot. It was obvious and I have tracked it for a week. I can help you. Are you interested in a deal?” and the question was laced with an unusual tone that made my early warning signals flash up before me.


Sorry to delay the Honda/Kaiba/Honda version of this storyline. I have written out three ideas and just as I prepare to type them up and fit them in, I decide that something else must happen first. I am currently working on that something.
If you are reading this and have not read the other story, two things.
Don’t!
At least not unless you like kink and have read the other story first.
Let’s just say that this is not for the faint at heart and will have spoilers to my other work.
I am just warning in advance that this might even go to limits that the other would never dare.
Ryuuji is just too temping to fuck with, and I can seriously picture him with serious issues.
Sorry, but I love the guy and can’t resist.
Reviews will be necessary if you want me to get into this disturbed piece any further.