And the Kink Goes On

Nijuuhachi: Field Trips Ryuuji style

On Tuesday, after school, Ryuuji caught me at the lockers and from the look on his face, I knew something was up.
I waited until the halls were clear, then turned to the dice master.
“S’up, Ryo?” I asked.
Ryuuji slid his fingers through his platinum locks as he looked around.
“I’m supposed to take you with me,” he said looking uncomfortable.
“So? Let’s go.” I offered trying to ease his mind.
“Right. Keep an open mind, okay?” he said.
“Me? Seriously, Ryo. How could you even suggest such a thing?” I asked looking vague.
“You’re open minded for Him. This is really about Me.” The diceman said leading me towards his jet-black and shiny sports car. I got in and he started driving.
We pulled up to a private health spa and Ryo got out, handing the keys to the valet and waiting for me. I followed.
Inside, he waved to the receptionist who jumped up and opened a door near the back. We went through, met a handsome young red head wearing a white tank top and short shorts under a bright red apron.
“Is everything ready, Izuki? Did you get the special instructions?” Ryo asked and the red head, Izuki, nodded quickly. “This is Hiroto-kun. Hiroto, Izuki is the best at what he does and he’s very good at keeping his mouth shut!” the diceman said, fixing the other with a pointed look.
We were led to a changing room, where Otogi began stepping out of his clothes. As we finished Ryuuji handed me a towel, long enough to go around me, but very short. I was afraid that my balls were hanging out from under it.
Izuki returned to lead us to a small room where my blond companion climbed onto a chair and put his feet into a plastic bath and his fingers into attached cups on the armrests.
He leaned his head back and Izuki stepped up behind the chair to pull his hair over the neck rest.
“Interesting color, Togi-chan. Just a touch up?” the boy asked.
“Actually, clean up the roots and give the whole thing a bit more yellow. We decided it came out too white.” Ryuuji said.
I had settled into the chair nearby, my feet in something warm and bubbly, and my fingers into a thick, goo that was also warmed.
“Hiroto-kun, did you need something special?” Izuki asked running his fingers through my short stubble of lengthening hair.
“Don’t think so?” I answered.
“He’s to have a wash with #10 shampoo and trim everything below his ears. Leave the top alone, it’s to grow out.” Ryuuji directed.
Izuki smiled and nodded, going to work on Ryuuji’s hair before working on mine.
When that was finished he lifted one foot at a time from the tub and began scrubbing at the calluses with a stone, working off the dead skin until they tingled. He trimmed the nails smooth and scraped out the cuticles. Then, went to work on our hands.
When he was done, he dipped our appendages into a wax tub and slid special gloves over them.
It was freaky weird, but not he most unpleasant thing I’ve ever experienced.
Next, a rolling table, with a padded top and crisp white sheets, was rolled into the room and placed near Otogi.
With Izuki’s help, Ryo was soon belly down on the table with his feet aimed in my direction. If his towel shifted at all, I would see right up the diceman’s ass.
Izuki walked over to me and handed me an envelope.
He smiled at me before walking over to Ryo again and beginning to massage his shoulders.
I stared at the envelope for a moment then opened it and pulled out a slip of linen quality paper. I read the words twice.

Enjoy the show, Butch. I know, I am.

I looked up to see Izuki vigorously working Ryo’s shoulders and upper arms.
Ryuuji was moaning low in his throat as the man rubbed his muscles until they were sure to be sore.
As I watched, Ryo’s legs moved apart and his feet dropped off the sides of the table.
I caught a glimpse of the well-shaved balls under the edge of the towel and my dick heated up in response.
Izuki was moving down Ryo’s arms and pulling them to the sides of the table and one at a time, he tied them to the legs with a thin towel. After this, he moved to the diceman’s waist and worked the muscles there.
As he did this, the towel shifted again. Now I could definitely see the pink globes of Ryuuji’s nut sack as well as a small strip of plastic that was wrapped around their base.
I watched as Izuki worked down one of the pale blond’s legs, pulling it over the edge and securing his ankle with another towel. He repeated this for the other leg, then slid a hand up that leg and under the towel, squeezing the corresponding butt cheek.
Ryo jumped and whimpered at the rough treatment and Izuki pulled away.
A bell rang and the masseuse grabbed another towel and quickly stuffed it into Ryo’s mouth before turning to me and smirking.
“You’re not to untie him,” he said before he headed for the door and left us.
I watched the door close before turning back to find that the towel in Ryo’s mouth was the one he had worn around his waist.
With it gone, I could now see that the plastic band was part of a device similar to one I had once worn, and it was locked in place. Attached to it was a strap that ran up the blond’s crack and held in place a large blue dildo. The strap attached to another around Ryo’s waist and was pulled tight.
My eyes scanned the room and located what could only be three small surveillance cameras in perfect locations to watch everything that either Ryo or I did at this point.
Ryo was still and I wondered what would happen next.
As I sat there, I realized that during this I had gotten very hard, and now the towel covering my lap was lifted by my cock, holding it up and exposing my ball sack to the air in the room.
A fan was blowing across the area and I could feel it, intimately.
Ryo shifted on the table and I looked toward him, again.
His butt shifted and I began to hear a low humm rise from his area.
The dildo must be a vibrator and it was a remote device. A real good one could be worked from as far as across a large street. Ryo moved more as the humm got louder.
He was being worked by someone (I could easily guess who) that wasn’t even in the room and the chastity device was not going to make this pleasant.
Oddly, I was getting harder by the minute.
As Ryo began to strain against the bonds, I realized it would be difficult for me to deal with my problem while I wore the special gloves on my hands and realized also, that this was probably the idea.
My master didn’t want me to do that.
And he didn’t want Ryo to cum.
So, what did he want?
I watched the blond moving in a frantic way and the sound of the toy in his ass was clear and distinct.
It was almost to its highest level and I couldn’t stand it any longer.
I needed to do something.
Okay, I couldn’t untie Ryuuji. That was a given, as I could hardly do that with the gloves on, right?
But, what about something else?
No one said I couldn’t touch him, or use him.
I looked around and climbed to my waxed and socked feet and then up between Ryo’s tied legs.
It was hard to do anything on the moving cart that was rolling a little under us.
I got over the moving diceman and pressed my dick against his vibrating ass, feeling the buzz immediately through my skin and letting it ride up my dick to my brain.
I moved slowly over the area, just brushing the crack of Ryo’s ass with my dick and pushing down when I was past the end of the vibrator.
Then, I would ride back down brushing it again.
Ryo had stopped wiggling and was pushing up into me with each thrust.
Soon, we had a rhythm and were working together toward, at least, my release.
I closed my eyes and began pushing down harder as the feeling rose by a notch when the toy shifted to a higher setting. Ryo was screaming and chewing on the towel as he pushed his ass up into my crotch hoping to lessen the sensations, somehow.
It was too much and I crested the wave and rode it down, coating Ryo’s back with a new oil that was white and sticky and rubbing it in by dropping on his back with my belly and chest.
I lay there for quite a while before I realized that the buzz had stopped and Ryuuji was lying silently under me.
I rose and grabbed two towels, wrapping one around myself and one around Ryo’s ass to cover it for him.
Izuki returned and started untying the blond from the table, leaving the towel in Ryo’s mouth for his own disposition.
Then, he ignored the diceman as he began to pull the gloves and socks off of me. He tossed them to a table and left the room.
Ryuuji crawled off of the table and over to me, he stopped at my feet, his head low and the towel dragging between his arms.
“Ryo?” I said and he looked up at me. “Take it out, Ryo?” I asked, not sure if I was wanting him to do it or to know if I could. Ryo nodded to me and I reached for it, pulling it out and tossing it aside. His eyes were begging for something and I stared at them for a minute. “Go ahead, Ryo. I don’t know what comes next.” I told him, keeping any emotion out of my voice. Ryo leaned down and kissed my left foot before looking up and waiting. I smiled softly and he repeated this for the other foot.
“Thank you, Honda-san.” He said, before crawling back and up to the chair he had been in before.
“You’re welcome, Ryo. It was good.” I said.
Izuki returned and finished Ryo’s gloves and socks. Then, he escorted us to the sauna for a long steam.
That was the last part of this visit before we left and Ryo dropped me at home.
We didn’t speak of the events again, talking instead about school and other stuff.


Interested in where this came from? It will be explained it the companion fic, where Ryuuji's kinks, issues and the reason for the nickname are detailed.
Honda is showing the other sub, that he has no problems dealing with things that are not his own likes but the diceman's and Kaiba is likely to be willing to fit his slave's needs into his routine when it is convenient and when he wants to reward good behavior.
A good master would make sure the needs of his subs are met in ways that make them even more determined to please him also.