And the Kink Goes On

Nijuugo: Impaired and Impaled

A quick note: It may seem that I have forgotten the piercings that Kaiba gave Hiroto. I assure you, nothing could be further from the truth. I don’t mention them often, cause once you get past the healing, they can be forgotten even by the one who has them. I just wanted to say, that though I ignore them, it isn’t for lack of notice, simply to avoid cluttering up the new chapters with descriptions, etc. This will change here, for obvious reasons.

Kaiba asked me to stay . . . well, he stopped me from leaving with Jou, adding a quick, “It stays here, Jounouchi. Be a good Mutt and you might be invited to play when Fifi is here.” And he dismissed the blond, holding my wrist as Jou stepped through the door.
“Hey!” was the last I heard from Jou as the door closed behind him.
“Follow me.” Kaiba said, walking away from the exit and not turning back.
I followed.
We turned down the hall to the dungeon and Kaiba pulled out a key, unlocking the door and gesturing me through.
He carried a bag, which he put on a shelf and ignored. He seemed to be ignoring me, also.
I stood in the middle of the room, away from any of the hanging or dangling items that had begun to fill the room and make it looked cramped.
Kaiba had several new, very large pieced of equipment that were likely to freak out either Jou or Ryo.
“Hiroto-kun, why are you dressed?” Kaiba asked, turning to look at me.
“Oh, Sorry.” I mumbled, stripping out of clothes so recently donned.
When I was naked, I put my things in the same bin that I always used in here and Kaiba touched my shoulder making me jump.
When had he moved up to me?
“Don’t move,” he said from behind me.
Cool hands slid down my arms and pulled my hands together at my back. He transferred my wrists to a single hand and pulled out something hard, cold and metallic. It slipped around my wrists and clicked shut, holding my arms behind my back, immobilizing my arms.
If it were anyone else, I would have been scared, but with Master I was only a little worried.
“I could blindfold you, but I want you to see everything I’m going to do.” He said, turning me toward a dark corner (Where he had once rode me like a pony, that was cleared out and barren.)
Kaiba reached for a lightswitch, turning up a light that was aimed directly at the area in a narrow beam.
Now that it was spotlighted, I could see the glint of steel where two I-bolts were mounted into the floor and short chains attached to them. They were about a foot and a half apart and at the center point a metal rod rose from the floor.
Kaiba led me over and turned me toward the wall, my feet near the I-bolts. He dropped to his knees and hooked the chains to ankle straps then buckled them to my legs. I was now spread out and held.
“Wait here,” he said leaving me for a bit. I shifted my feet but couldn’t move much.
Kaiba lifted something heavy and carried it up to the corner, placing it on the floor near me.
The main body of the toy was more than two foot tall and five inches wide, round shaped like a pole. On the top of it a threaded stud rose out of a small hole. Another I-bolt was attached on one side a few inches below the top.
Master lifted the pole and mounted it on the bolt in the floor. After screwing it down, he pushed me back a step until it was between my thighs.
Next he went to his shelves and took a black latex plug out of a box located there.
It wasn’t very large, but when Kaiba screwed it on top of the pole, I knew it would be very uncomfortable when inserted.
“Hold on,” Kaiba said as he released one of my feet and helped me up onto the impaler, then fastened it back. The plug slid in easily, but pressed up hard into my body as Kaiba-san restrained my ankle once more.
Now, as I was held in place over the impaler, Kaiba stood back, his arms crossed and an odd expression on his face.
“We need to work on some problems.” Master began. “Twice in the last few hours, I have had to ask you about your state of dress,” he said.
“But, Master . . .” I began.
“AH! I know you were not about to argue the point. Twice, I have had to remind you to undress. It is a fact. You might try to remember, at this point I have just spent the longest amount of time I can remember, being nice to the Mutt, my patience is long past strained. Do not try to extend it. Now, about your indiscretions, the first incident I will overlook as Jounouchi was there for the first time.”
I bit back any further remarks as well as a small sigh of relief.
“But, rules need to be set. So, as of right now, anytime one of my interior doors closes behind you in this house, you should make haste to be naked, unless forewarned to the contrary. Do you understand?” my Master asked and I made sure to nod quickly. “Good. But this second infringement and the added attempt to argue these points, must be immediately addressed. Are you prepared?”
“I don’t know, Kaiba-san. What do you want me to do?” I asked, shifting once more on the elevated plug.
“I want you to show me how much you can take. Are you prepared?” he repeated.
I swallowed on that thought and nodded slowly. It sounded like my master needed to release some pent up frustration and I was going to be his punching bag.
Bring it on, Kaiba!
“Now, do you remember I told you about Safewords?” he asked, “I want you to pick a safeword, so that you can tell me if I have reached your limit. Take your time, I have some things to get.”
As he walked away, I put my mind to work. Kaiba had explained to me that a safeword needed to be two things, Easy to remember, cause most of the times, you aren’t feeling very creative when you need it, and meaningful, cause a master can also get carried away during ‘scenes’ and his attention had to be grabbed by the call of the safeword. I could only think of one thing that fit those descriptions but was afraid that it might make things worse. I revised it in my mind as Master returned, his arms full of equipment.
My eyes were wide at the sight.
“Have you a word?” he asked and I nodded. “What is it?”
“I considered this carefully, Master. I originally thought the best word was Jou but I think I can do better by using Joey. It isn’t his real name, but sound close enough to get your attention. Jounouchi always could get under your skin. Like today.” I added.
Kaiba watched me for a moment before nodding. “Sound reasoning, using the Mutt’s real name would have worked, but not after the earlier ‘scene’. Joey would be fine, and he doesn’t get under my skin. He’s just an itch that annoys even more if you scratch it. Let us begin.” He said, putting the things he had down on the closest table.
Master walked around behind me and shifted something in the pole. “You didn’t see the back of this piece. There is a handle . . .right . . here.” He said and the plug rose a notch or two higher.
“Oh, Um!” I grunted, controlling my reaction. Master would not appreciate me overdoing things early. Dropping the handle, he stood in front of me, wrapping a cold metal thing onto my balls and pulling down, hooking it onto the I-bolt and stretching them to their limit.
It was painful, like he was ripping them off, slowly.
I grit my teeth on the cry that was lodged in my throat. Strangely as bad as it hurt, my dick got very hard and rose from them, retreating up my belly.
Kaiba didn’t allow that, though. He buckled a short leather leash around it, just behind the bulging head and pulled it down, connecting the hook on the short lead to the I-bolt. Then, he returned to my back and raised the handle. I could hear him work it as he pumped the plug higher and stretched my cock and balls farther from me.
“Ahh! Please, Master. It hurts.” I begged, hoping for leniency. Kaiba pumped once more.
Next he lifted two alligator clips attached together on a six-inch chain. He clamped one onto my left nipple, just past the piercing and dropped the chain, it pinched painfully going on and then pulled agonizingly as it dangled. After, he clipped its mate to my other side and tugged on the center of the chain.
“Nnnngh! Ohh, Ahh! Mmghnn!” I grunted and groaned but held my teeth closed over that safeword. I wasn’t giving in this easy.
One more pump to the handle had my heels off of the floor, tugging on the restraints.
“Now, I am going to do a few things. I will be back after this alarm goes off . I can hear anything that you say through this.” He said, setting a timer and clicking on an old baby monitor that probably came from that nursery upstairs.
Kaiba didn’t even look my way as he walked out the door and left.
As I stood, stretched on the butt plug-enhanced impaler, my ass decided to remind me of how much activity it had already endured today and the throbbing radiated outwards. Added to this was the pulling of the bonds on my private parts as they fought their imprisonment, (My balls were tightening and my cock was trying to rise.) and the weight of the chain pulling on the sharp-teethed clips that were tightly gripping my sensitive nips. I was in heaven as well as hell.
Each second added to the torture and as I watched the clock, I knew just how many seconds were left.
Next to the clock sat the monitor waiting for my call.
I would make it. I was above this and I would prove it.
Arduous minutes passed.
Soft moans began escaping my mouth as my body continued to relay messages of pain and discomfort.
I imagined Kaiba sitting at his laptop, typing away with Ryuuji seated next to him, cuddling as they listened to my groaning. Maybe they would fuck while listening to me.
Wait, Ryuuji wasn’t here.
Kaiba was alone.
Somewhere in the mansion, my master was sitting alone, listening to me, while he had a degree of pent-up . . . . what?
Another thought flashed itself.
He had enjoyed what we had done earlier. The blow job proved that. . . but he had mostly watched. Not really participating. He had let Jou take me and only got to come in my mouth. . . . he was sexually frustrated and needed another release.
I had an idea how I could help with that.
“Ahhhh! Ohhh! It’s so firm . . .pushing into me . . . Mmmm! Ohh! My balls hurt . . Oh, Gods. I’m so hard!” as I added words to the groans, growls and short cries, I pictured Kaiba turning from the laptop to rub his crotch through his tight blue jeans.
What a rush!
“Ohhh! Nnngh! . . Gods, I wish I could feel it . . . my arms are numb . . .I want to grab it and . . . nnngh . . . rub it . . .Ahhh! . . it keeps twitching . . and pulling . . . trying to get up . . . Ah! Ah! Ohh, Gods!” I cried as I shifted over the machine, starting to get into it more as I imagined my master’s actions and spoke of my desires.
“Mnnngh, when I move . . . like this . . . Ahh . . . it makes the clips pull . . yesss! . . .Ah, Good! . . it hurts so good . . .” I continued.
I kept up, speaking, shifting calling as the timer clicked away the minutes.
Eventually, the time ended and the alarm went off, but my need continued and I couldn’t stop.
Soon the words had become nothing more than incoherent mumbling between moans, gasps and cries. The pain morphed into discomrort and extreme arousal. I was riding a tight border between punishment and fulfillment and I was so lost that I didn’t even hear the sound of the door opening.
“Ohh, Ahh . . . Nngh, Ghahh, Hiss.”
Hands grabbed my twitching hips and stopped the movement, holding me still for a second before another intrusion joined the plug in my already full ass and I grunted in response.
My hands felt the soft skin of hips and belly against them as other hands reached around and unhooked my dick and balls from their bondage and stripped away the straps and bindings.
”Gods! You are soo sexy, even through a monitor.” His voice came to my ears as a warm wet tongue rode up the crest of my ear and metal met metal when his tongue ring tapped each of my earrings on its trip.
“Ahhh! . . . please . . . take me, hard!” I begged and the hips pulled back and slammed into me, again.
“Unngh!” I responded as the push moved the plug against my prostate while the hands squeezed my balls and pinched the tip of my dick, keeping back my climax.
“It was hot, watching you with His dick up your ass. . . but this ass is Mine! . . . Now, I will prove it!” he growled as he pummeled me.
“Ahh! Yess!” I cried, “Fuck me, Master! Please, make me cum! Make me yours, completely!”
Kaiba pounded forever and I wondered how he lasted as my body cried for release and my cock throbbed as his other hand released my balls and stroked it softly.
Master spoke as he worked me, keeping my physically as well as mentally right on the verge of orgasm.
“You liked it, didn’t you?”*Grunt* "His big dick pumping into you? . . . Ohh, such a slut! . . . cockhound . . .like being a boy pussy, don’t you?” the stroking hand moved away and as his thrusts shifted to slower more direct moves he yanked the nipple clips off and released my cock. “Fucking whore! Cum! Now!” he crowed as he thrust hard into my aching ass and my load shot out.
The first stream, striking the wall ad the second drawing a line from the base of the wall to just beyond the impaler.
“Oh! Fucking Shit!” I screamed as it blew my mind and blurred my vision.
“Shit! Fucking Gods! Holy Shit!” Kaiba continued as he shifted and twitched into my ass.
Time stood still as we stood there, still connected and now immobile.
His hands held me, one around my dick and one curling around my thigh between my legs. The only movement was his thumb stroking the onyx ball attached to my perineum, sensitized by the activity, though I normally forgot it was there.

As I left the mansion, a little sore (Now, there’s an understatement.) and wobbly, Kaiba had offered to send me home in the limo, but I had declined.
Something told me I needed to walk and I knew I was right, when I got one block away and found Jou leaning against a tree.
“You didn’t have to wait,” I told him.
“Sorry, I’m a little protective of you,” he said and I stared at him. “Come on, we gotta talk.”
“Jou, I really don’t think that you . . . .” I began and he grabbed my shoulders stopping my sentence as he spoke.
‘Don’t! Don’t think that I - anything!” he said “Even I didn’t think I could do that . . .in front of Kaiba . . . Hell, in front of anyone. I’m not going to judge you, when I got off on it, too. Honda, I just want to talk and not in the middle of the street.”
I nodded and we headed for his place. It was closer. Once in his room, he seemed less tense.
I waited.
“First, I really want to understand something. How did you get . . . ‘Kaiba’ to loosen up and share that kinda stuff. . . He’s an ice cube?” Jou asked.
“No, he’s a reserved person with a lot of stress and secrets. I am good at keeping them and he trusts me. . . Trusts me enough to trust you, too.” I explained, “Don’t ruin that, okay?” I begged.
“Oh, don’t worry! I am not telling anyone about this. Yami would mind crush me if Yugi ever got wind of it, and that is if Yugi took it well!” Jou’s eyes moved around, focusing on parts of my clothing “By the way,” he said, smiling oddly “I like the jewels, and the jewelry. Especially that little blue thing on your belly.”
“Gods, Jounouchi!” I said, feeling my cheeks burn. “Just because I can admit that you are a top, doesn’t make me a girl, . . . and I can still kick your ass!” I growled looking away.
“Probably, because I have lost all interest in kicking ass . . . .so, tell me. . . have you had some of Kaiba’s or is he a total top?” Jou said leaning down from his desk chair to where I sat on the floor.
“I don’t think I can tell you that.” I muttered wondering if Kaiba had this room bugged. I wouldn’t put it past him, he knew things about Jou, most people didn’t, after all. “Jou, are you . . . going back . . . like he said, if you are invited?” I had rolled Kaiba’s parting remark over and over and when added to what he sent me off with, I knew this was possible.
“Depends.” Jou said, leaning back “I think that I may have to iron out some details with Kaiba-san, before I play again. I know that you only come with him, but I am still a free agent and I want some more information.” He said, looking smug.
“Oh, okay.” I muttered, not sure I really was.

and so we have another fun filled evening in Kaiba's personal version of Hell.
Want to play there some more???
Or shall we take this to an upstairs room again and do something squicky?