And the Kink Goes On

Juukyuu: Biscuits and rice

Kaiba was waiting for me at the door to the mansion on Saturday when I finished my deliveries.
I only had a little problem with Romeo, since I knew what to expect this time, and he didn’t manage to get a hold of me.
“Get in.” he said, pointing to the limo and leading the way.
I followed as he climbed in and the driver closed the door behind us.
“Where we going?” I asked as we headed down the driveway.
“Shopping. I need to talk to you about something and then we need to get some things.”
His mood was sour and I wondered what was going on.
“Okay. So, I’m listening. What do you want from me Master?” I said, ready for the worst. I was prepared for the brush off, especially now that Ryuuji was in the picture. Maybe Kaiba could only handle one of us and he had chosen.
Valentine’s Day seemed like years away now.
“I have to go on a trip. Ryuuji is going, too. It is business, but . . . . I want you to come with. Can you get away? I’ll ask your mother and I know you can miss some school.” He said and I just stared at him.
“If you know all that, why ask me?” I said, wondering what he needed from me.
“The friendship brigade.” He said in explanation.
“Oh. I can handle that. I mean, they will care, but I can come up with something. When is this?” I asked.
“Four weeks. But right now you need some clothes. I’m taking you as an assistant so you need to dress as one.” he said as the car pulled up to a store.
It was one of those exclusive shops that only stuck up guys shop at. Luckily, I didn’t say that out loud.
Kaiba got out and waited as I followed. He had told me to only refer to him as Kaiba-san in the store so people would know he was my employer. I knew that, but tried not to take offense.
After a grueling two hours, we were going back to the waiting limousine, with several suits being tailored for me and I was dressed in some of the casual stuff he bought me. I wasn’t sure why I needed these but he insisted, so I sat still for it.
I was to return in three days and have the other stuff sized and then take it to the mansion to pack in the suitcases he had also bought for me in there.
I was in shock at the amount of money he had spent, but I looked great in the clothes so it aided me in returning to normal.
Kaiba led me out of the car and into the house, saying that I should leave my bag of old clothes in the front hall to pick up later.
My stomach growled and he turned and stared at me.
“Sorry. I guess I worked up an appetite.” I said, rubbing my overly loud stomach.
Kaiba just watched my hand as it moved over my new shirt and licked his lips seductively.
I was in trouble now.
“Then we need to eat. Come on.” He said turning and heading for the kitchen.
I followed behind watching the sway of his hips and the clenching of those cheeks in the tight suede pants he wore.
Yep, clothes make the man. Make him look sexier, that is.
When we reached the kitchen I noticed four things. First it was immaculate. Second it was decorated in a pretty ivy theme that suited his cook. Third it was uninhabited, indicating that the cook was off. And fourth, but most importantly, there was no food in evidence.
Kaiba seemed to know where it was hidden as he headed directly for a cabinet and pulled out two plates. Then, he got out a big bowl and two pans. One of them was a skillet and the other was a baking sheet.
“I only know how to make two things,” he said. “Biscuits and rice. So, for the rest we improvise.”
I nodded silently, wondering how he could make two very difficult meal items and nothing else.
“What do you like to eat?” he asked me as I watched him stir together some ingredients and mix a rich looking white batter.
“Oh, I love Okonomiyaki and some of the stuff my mom makes is good, but don’t ever suggest that I eat Natto. Unless you are looking to have me spew.” He said.
“I will keep that under advisement. I feel the same way about Oden. Now, how about some stir-fry? I think I can manage if you cut some vegetables for me. They’re in the large drawer in the left side of the refrigerator.” And I went over to it and pulled out the carrots, potatoes, cabbage, zucchini and leeks. Kaiba told me where to find all the tools I needed as I cleaned the items in the sink.
I had watched my mom and sister enough times to know my way around the kitchen and I could do this part easily enough.
As I cut up the vegetables, Kaiba was stirring the rice into a rice cooker and preparing the pan. He came over to see what I had accomplished and took some things out of the bowl. I was busy and didn’t notice what was missing as I picked up a leek and began chopping it into bite-sized pieces.
The oil was heated just as the veggies were ready and he tossed them in quickly. Stirring it as deftly as any chef, he soon had it smelling wonderful and looking mouth-wateringly good.
The rice was done and the oven timer went off just as he was pulling the pan off of the stove.
We were ready to eat.
I had never tasted anything so delicious without any meat involved and he was right, he made some great biscuits. They were light and fluffy and tore apart just right.
I was stuffed to the gills and Kaiba was looking at me with that stare that makes me nervous.
“What is it? Did I do something wrong, Master?” I asked as he steepled his hands and rested his chin on them, watching me intently.
“No. I just had an idea.” He said and I swallowed hard.
“An idea?” I asked and he nodded slowly. “Okay.” I offered, it wasn’t like I was going to say no, you know?
Kaiba cleared the table and when the dishes were stowed in the sink, the food returned to the various cupboards and refrigerator drawers, and I was laid out, naked on the table, he seemed too pleased with himself.
“I think we forgot a vegetable or two, Hiroto-kun,” he said as he pulled a cucumber from somewhere and wagged it before my face.
“Um, that’s a kinda big thing, Master. I hope you have some, eh. . . .” I couldn’t think with the edible phallic fruit right before me.
“Yes, a good salad needs a good dressing. Don’t move.” He said, hurrying to the refrigerator and pulling out a jar.
I was suddenly assaulted by the cold liquid and as it warmed on my skin, Kaiba worked me loose.
Then, I felt him toying with my opening by twirling the end of the cuke on my muscles and pressing only slightly to tease. I could feel the veggie warming and each time he pressed it harder till I felt my body release its hold and pull it in.
It was roughly the size of big red and cold as it passed the opening and moved inside.
Kaiba was licking the insides of my thighs and alternately licking the dressing from my balls and ass.
It was a mixture of cold and warm sensations, adding in the thrill of possible discovery as we were both now buck naked in the middle of the Kaiba mansion kitchen and he was reaming me with a piece of produce.
God, what I wouldn’t do with my master.
The cuke hit me directly on my on button and I involuntarily bucked off the table knocking the jar of dressing onto the floor and hearing it crash and break.
My mind told me to look, but my body wasn’t giving any leeway as it continued to react to the ministrations of the brunet millionaire as he worked me and stroked himself with his dressing covered hand.
I was close as the firm cucumber stroked over my prostate too many times to count and Kaiba told me in a deep throaty voice, “touch yourself, my Honda. Touch yourself for me. Show me how you pleasure yourself. Tell me what you think about when you are alone.”
“Oh, gods!” I called as my hand found my weeping dick and pulled on it forcefully, hunting my orgasm as I started talking. My voice was clearer than I could imagine myself capable of as I thrust onto the makeshift dildo and yanked my wang. “I love to think about your mouth, Master. I love the way it feels on m-me. Ohhhh, and the way that, that damn tongue piercing feels when y-you roll that tongue arou-ound my dick. AHHH, and I want to feel it again, when you put it inside me. That’s my favorite part. Uhnggh, when you stick that, oh, in, ahh, inside me. Oh,,yeaahh. Ahhhh! Gods! MASTER!!!” I cried as I came and I could feel the hesitation in his hand on the cucumber as he too reached the pinnacle.
“Yes, my tongue. I know what you want, Hiroto. Yesssss!” he said as he jerked over me and then dropped onto my thighs.

I once found a joke book by a publisher (Price/Stern/Sloan) called Cucumber are better than men, because . . . . and I have never forgotten the lessons it taught.