And the Kink Goes On

Nijuuich: Friends are hard to cum by

On Monday morning, as I arrived at my place in the classroom I noticed a book on my desk with an envelope sticking out of the binding.
I pulled it loose and quickly opened it and skimmed the contents.

H.
Meet me.
Tues. at 4:00 p.m.
We need to talk.
S.

I folded it and stowed it in my binder just as Jounouchi arrived in front of my seat.
“Hey, Honda. What’s dat?” he asked pointing at the exposed corner of the envelope.
I shrugged and looked across the room. “It’s nothing, Jou.” I said as he stared at it.
“Really? Didn’t look like nothing. You know you can tell me anything, don’t ya?” he asked.
“Sure, Jou.” I said trying to figure out how to hedge the subject.
“Cause you been doing a lot of changing lately. I mean, the earrings, the hair, and the clothes. Would you mind sharing, Bud?” he asked.
“Jou, just because I decided to spend my hard earned money on some clothes and jewelry, doesn’t mean I’m changing. And are you saying you don’t like my hair? Or my earrings?” I threw at him.
“It’s not that. It’s just that stuff like that is a big decision and you never even hinted that you were thinking about having your ear pierced or cutting off that memorable fin. Dude, you just kept it to yourself and then did It.” He whined.
“I didn’t mention it, because I wasn’t thinking about it, Jou. The opportunity came up and I just did it. Spur of the moment, ya know?” I explained.
“You’ve never been a spur of the moment guy before. See that’s the kind of change I’m talking about.” He said pushing his hair out of his eyes like he did whenever he was frustrated by something.
“Jou, I’m sorry if you think that. Can you keep a secret, even from the rest of the gang?” I knew I couldn’t stand that look on his face, so I weighed my words carefully.
Jou was nodding his head like a puppy wanting a bone and I knew he would kill me for that thought.
“Okay, so I’m kinda dating someone. The clothes, the hair, the earrings are to impress . . . . Them.” I said. Jou's eyes went wide before his face dropped.
“The big hook in this story is who. And you aren’t going to tell me, huh?” I shook my head at his question and watched him thinking. You could almost hear the gears turning. “I’m gonna guess, Okay? If I’m right will you admit it?”
“I guess, but only if you can keep the secret, even then.”
“Yeah, I can. But I don’t understand why. You’re a great guy. Any girl should be thrilled to have everyone know that she got ya.” He said, before he waved off my response. “Now, who could it be?” he said turning and heading for his desk.
I watched his back as he moved down the aisle and just shook my head.
He was clueless.
I happened to see Kaiba watching me oddly and I only shrugged his way. He glared and I felt like an idiot. So, what else is new?
The rest of the day was normal; well, punctuated by Jou coming up every so often and asking me about some girl in one of our classes.
I was just about to get frustrated when he popped up just before lunch and said, “Hey, I forgot to ask. Is this a girl, or are you into guys like Togi?”
I either went red or pale cause Jou smirked my way and added, “Well, that changes things, doesn’t it?” and he took off for the cafeteria.
Kaiba was behind me and as he passed he said, under his breath, “The mutt is smarter than he looks, isn’t he?”
Why was everyone asking me questions today?!!!

I went to Yugi’s shop after school and hung out. Everyone but Togi was there and we were playing a video game. Actually, Yami and Malik were playing and the rest of us were watching.
Jou was talking to Ryou and I was sitting on the couch with Anzu, talking about how things were going with her.
“Oh, I’m sorry for how I sounded on Valentine’s Day, I was a jerk, okay?” I said, as she watched the game on the screen.
“Oh, that. Don’t worry about it. I got to thinking and realized how it must have looked. So, did you get chocolate from anyone you wanted to?” she asked and I blushed feverishly.
“Um, yeah, I guess. I got one from Mizu, and from Shizuka. But, hers was kinda like yours. Um, Mizu I will have to deal with later, ya know?” I admitted, and I was not going to tell her about the chocolate I got from Kaiba.
“Mizu has a little crush on you, Hiroto. You should be careful. Shizuka didn’t tell me she was giving you chocolate. I wonder why.” She said.
“It was a cool piece. Shaped like motorcycle and sorta sweet. Not the best chocolate I’ve ever had, but it was good. I gave yours and Mizu’s to my nephew, he threw it up that night.” I told her to get a rise out of her.
“A Motorcycle? Honda-kun, that’s the kind of chocolate a guy would give to you. Shizuka wouldn’t send you that. Are you sure it was from her?” she said and I looked across the room, to where Jou and Ryou were looking at us funny.
“Well, Jou brought it in, He said he was bringing it for her. I haven’t talked to her lately.” I said.
“Maybe it was from Jou.” Anzu joked, “Like he is going to send anyone chocolates. That would be way to girly for him, right? Did you hear who he got them from?” she asked.
I watched Jou across her shoulder as we talked about who got sweets from who and other silly girly gossip like that.
I was thinking the whole time and decided to corner my ‘buddy’ later. No way was I embarrassing myself by giving Shizuka a gift if she didn’t send me that candy bike.
Jou watched me, too.
I think he was still trying to figure out who my secret lover was. I had to give him credit, I had overheard him talking to Bakura and some of his questions were pretty vague and would never give the thief the idea that he was being tested out as my potential mate.
Like I would have anything to do with a sadistic bastard like him.
Besides, Ryou would probably peel whatever skin I had left, if he heard about it.
I was safer with Kaiba, anyway.
So, Jou was drilling Ryou. I wondered if he were testing him as a lover or an informant on who was. Jou wasn’t as stupid as everyone thought, and he just might figure this out.
I was on the watch to see what progress he had made.
In the meantime, I had my own mystery. What was the story behind the Chocolate Motorcycle?

The next morning, at school I caught sight of him huddled together with Anzu and I wondered if she was going to clue him into my curiosity about the chocolate or just tell him that she didn’t know who my lover was.
I waited by my locker and when they separated I caught up with him and stopped him by the bathroom for a little chat.
“What is it, Hond?” he asked as I kept him from passing my position.
“First off, you aren’t going to find out anything they way you are going about it, and secondly, what is the deal with that chocolate you brought me?” I asked.
“Um, I ain’t sure what you mean?” he hedged.
“The chocolate shaped like a motorcycle that was in the box you handed me on Valentine’s Day, ring any bells?” I added.
“Oh, that. Um, did ya like it?” he asked and I nodded. “That’s great, I will pass that on.” He continued.
“To who?” I asked.
“Who?” he stuttered.
“Yes, who was the chocolate from, Jou?” I asked leaning closer. “I know it wasn’t from your sister.”
“You do?” he asked back and I nodded again. “Who do you think it is from?” he said, defensively.
“I have my suspicions. But why don’t You tell Me.” He wasn’t getting away from this that easily.
“Um, I just. . . . . I mean, ya really liked it right?” he asked again and I glared at him. “Okay, fine. It was from me, but don’t ya dare tell anyone.”
“Why Jou?” I asked, dropping my arms to my side.
“Hey, I didn’t know that you were involved at the time, and I been kinda thinkin’ on this for a while. I like ya, Hond. I mean, really like ya, and I was hopin ya liked me, too. That’s why I was trying to find out who ya was with, ta make sure that it was someone that was worth you.” Jou said his eyes looking everywhere but at me.
“Jou, why didn’t you just tell me? I mean; I am not that scary, you know?” I asked, looking for a way to make him relax.
“Cause I kinda thought ya might be straight, you know? Like, not into guys.” He explained.
“Oh. Well, this is a revelation, Jou. But, I don’t think it is gonna change our friendship, is it?” I asked.
“Not if your guy is okay. I am still gonna figure out who it is. And then, I’ll decide if I approve.” He said, moving away from me toward the door to his first class. I watched him before heading to my own first hour.

I didn’t have much time to think about the whole thing, as I had a 4:00 with Kaiba and I was already running late when I got out of school.
I knew that if he didn’t specify, I was to go to the mansion, so I was speeding up the driveway at 3:59 and hoping he wasn’t standing next to a clock.
The butler let me in and led me to the study to await my master. I stood, knowing that my lateness would not be overlooked and that sitting would make me look unsorry.
Kaiba arrived after the standard twenty-minute wait and just stood in the doorway glaring at me. I was real nervous and my tongue wouldn’t work at all.
“I’m um, sorry. I just couldn’t . . .” I attempted.
“Stop!” Kaiba cut me off. “I don’t want to hear it. Otogi is upstairs and we don’t have time for all of this. Like I said in my note, we need to talk. Sit.” He ordered and I plopped into the first chair I could. Kaiba paced over and stood above me. “I have decided that you are definitely not going to bottom to Ryuuji. It isn’t fitting to me. I haven’t found anyone else, yet. Are you disappointed?” he asked.
I just shook my head a little and he stared like I had three of them. I knew he wanted me to speak, so I started slow. “I mean, I understand about Togi. I guess he just reeks fuck me.” Just as this came out, I got the feeling I did too, in Kaiba's eyes. “I mean, more than most guys. I don’t care if he does or doesn’t top me, but I want what feels right for you. I am a little disappointed, cause I know that you were working on that, but I know you will find the right one, later.”
“Well, it isn’t a total loss. I have other plans for the Dice man. Now, I am going to get him prepared, and while I am gone, you are to strip down and change into this.” He said pulling a bag out from behind him. I took it as he headed to the door.
When he was gone I put the bag on the chair and began undressing. I was stripped to my boxers when I opened it and started taking out the contents.
I found white silk and gold filigree and all I could think was, “I didn’t see this coming.”
I dressed quickly and just as I adjusted the gold bands around my upper arms, Kaiba returned. He wore a full-length cloak and sandals just like mine only more elaborate. He led me through the house that was devoid of servants and felt far too quiet.
At the door to a room upstairs he stopped me and pushed me up against the wall. I held my self still as he looked me up and down, a playful smile on his lips. “The Pharaoh has been telling me this story for so long, I thought it would be fun to live it out. Plus, he even drew me some pictures that I had these made from. I like to add my own details to some of the things I re-enact. Are you ready to meet the Pharaoh’s Priest?” he asked and I nodded, quickly. “Good. Now, do exactly as I tell you.” He said as he pulled me through the door and into a dream.
The room was transformed to a scene from ancient Egypt, and once through the door, Master stood me in the middle of the room and crossed my arms for me. He pushed my feet apart to shoulder width and stood back. He nodded to me, then went to a chest and lifted out a mask. It was made to look like one of the heads that were used for the Egyptian gods. It was shaped like a horse and fit comfortably over my head. It was lightweight and I could see clearly through the holes made in it.
Then, he walked away and stood near a drapery of sheer linen. “Do not move. Do not speak, no matter what. Don’t utter a word.” He warned as he lifted them and passed through.
A few moments later, the drapery shifted again and I watched him return. His cape was gone and he was dressed exactly like the stone tablet we had seen in Isis’ museum exhibit. I gawked at him before noting that, on his arm was Ryuuji. The dice man was wearing what amounted to a toga of pale blue that covered his chest and dropped to his knees in many small pieces, unlike my short white outfit that was barely a strap across my chest and one piece around my middle that fell to just below my ass and barely covered anything. Ryuuji’s looked more feminine though that could be because his hair was brushed straight down and he wore a gold head band that had beaded strands dangling in his own locks. The bracelets on his arms were finely made of lacy filigree and his feet were bare. His dark lined eyes seemed to fit this outfit perfectly and though I tried to squelched it, I felt my mind noting that, at least this time, Ryuuji was the girl.
The front of the gown had an obvious bulge and the lust in those green eyes told me that the priest had brought his slave to the brink of climax and now held him there.
“This fine guard has served me well over the past and I wished to reward him.” Master was saying and the creature gave him a quick half-frightened look. I said nothing. “You will show him my favor, my slave. I will be watching to make sure you do it correctly. Do you understand?” he asked and Togi nodded slowly, his eyes changing to something else.
He was led directly in front of me and he sunk to his knees. I watched through the openings as the female slave lifted my toga and shifted the strip of cloth that held me in place. I nearly spoke, but the words of my Priest came to me and I held my tongue.
Ryuuji pulled me free and gently stroked my semi-erect organ, his breath ghosting over the tip as I felt it grow in his hand. I was rock hard in seconds and my eyes moved from the head of the other slave to the smile on the face of the Master.
Then, Ryuuji slid his lips over my flesh and my world went white.
As I felt Ryuuji’s mouth move up and down my length, his hand rose to cup my balls and juggle them lightly between his fingers like a pair of dice in his hand. The symbolism of this was not lost on me as the feelings rushed through me and I began to sweat with the effort to keep still.
I had been ordered not to move and I was ever the obedient one.
I stood with my legs parted, a dark haired beauty kneeling between them, my arms across my chest, unable to grasp the head that was bent on giving me pleasure and my face hidden behind a mask that gave me visual access to the two men that were there, one with his face in my crotch sucking my life through my cock and the other a few paces away, watching this with lust clouded eyes.
I couldn’t last and as Ryuuji gently squeezed my nuts, I climaxed and he swallowed it like he’d had some experience, licking me clean after. I was panting and my muscles felt like they were on fire, but I held still and the effort left me with a sheen of sweat over my entire body. I watched Ryuuji stare up at me with an odd look before Master spoke, breaking the spell.
“Very good. Now, let us see how much you enjoyed that.” And he pulled Ryuuji to his feet and led him to a lounge at the room’s center.
I stood my ground, the guard for this night, watching over my master as he lay his slave down and pulled aside the layers of fine sheer fabric to expose a vivid purple cock, entrapped in a casing that kept it from either finding fulfillment or easing its aroused state any other way.
I watched as the Priest gently stroked it in its confinement and the slave released a wanton moan of appreciation that was tinted with a cry of need. “Very good.” The Priest commented teasing it further. “Tell me what you want.” He coaxed.
“Gods!” Ryuuji cried his hands planted in the fabric of the lounge clinging for dear life as the Master continued to stroke lightly across the exposed parts of his organ. “Please, let me out. I need to cum.” He begged.
Master smiled and moved his hands to the fabric of the toga, loosening its ties and pulling it aside. He laved attention on the skin as it was exposed and sucked on parts of the slave that met his fancy. His fingers gently unclasped the device and soon the slave’s parts were bobbing free, released and ready. Master was not, though. He took hold of Ryuuji’s hands and pulled him to his feet, turning and reversing their positions. He lay on the lounge and pulled the other to sit astride him the lengths of fabric floating behind him like a veil.
“Stroke yourself. Think of your greatest fantasy and find your pleasure. But, not too fast.” Master spoke and the slave began to obey.
I watched from my post as Ryuuji reached his hand down and wrapped it around his length, pushing away and pulling back, stroking it slowly as his head dropped back and his eyes rolled shut. “No. Look at me while you do this.” Master ordered and the slave’s head came up with a snap.
Ryuuji coaxed his organ and watched the face of the Priest as he allowed his climax to build, thinking his dirty thoughts as he went; they seemed to flicker across his eyes, which I could see from my vantage at the side. He rolled his hips against the body below him and I was sure that the wide belt was set at a perfect place to cause sensations that would aid me, if I were the one seated upon it.
The Priest seemed to sense the impending orgasm as he slid his hands up and pressed his fingers into the soft globes of the slave’s ass and helped the other to grind over him.
Ryuuji gasped and moaned, pressing down as his hand fairly flew over his organ, coming close and making the cutest little cries in the back of his throat.
Then, the dice man tensed and his body jerked as thick jets of white plumed out and over the Priest’s chest and belly. Ryuuji dropped forward and his hair draped over the other as the Master whispered, just loud enough for my ears. “Now, lick it up and let it mingle with the other in your belly, my Slave girl.” And the movements of the dark head told me that the slave was quick to comply.
Master pushed Ryuuji away and shifted up in the lounge adjusting himself and pulling the slave after him. Soon, I could see what he planned as his own costume was pulled away to expose his organ still needing dire attention. “The last ingredient is ready, my slave. Add this to your mix and you will be complete.” He said pulling on a beaded strand and coaxing Ryuuji’s head down over his own length.
I could feel myself hardening as I watched the dark head bob up and down over the Priest and Master’s face began to take on a familiar look of intensity that told of his rising seed.
Ryuuji gasped once as the priest grabbed the beads of his headdress and pulled down, thrusting deep into his throat as he came, unloading his balls down the other’s esophagus and moaning loudly. Then, he released them and Ryuuji cleaned up what little he had missed before he was pushed to the floor. He lay on the other side in an exhausted heap and Master gasped for air and shifted his clothing back over himself.
I stood very still, my eyes taking in the scene and my member doing a brave attempt to rise again so quickly.
Master sat up and reached down to help the slave rise and set him on his lap. He stroked the long hair lovingly, before turning to me and smiling with a wink. “You may go, now. But, you will return on your designated day.” And I nodded once before turning and leaving the room.
I left the head in the hall and hurried to the room where I had left my uniform and changed as fast as possible. I thrust the costume into the bag and hurried out of the house, carrying my new outfit with me.
Kaiba always wanted me to keep these things and I had managed to wash each carefully and sequestered them in the back of my closet under some old sports equipment that I rarely used anymore. My mom and sister knew better than to upset my stuff or let my nephew into my room with the expensive computer set up there. They were safe for now.
My ride home was peppered with images of Otogi from the evening and I was haunted by the odd faces he had made in my direction.
I began to wonder what drove the Dice man to return to Kaiba. Was it the same as me or was there something else that made him allow the millionaire to abuse him this way? I became consumed with a need to know. But how would I find out, without exposing myself and the secret that Kaiba wanted me to keep?


Okay, I decided to repost this here at the end and I am going to delete the other copy, but I need to know that you are all finding it, again. So, give me the words that will drive me on, my inspiration is high, (I just watched a Johnny Depp movie and that does things to a body) and I have a great idea for the next chapter. and if you reviewed on it already, I'd love for you to re-input, kay?