And the Kink Goes On

Nijuunana: Poetry and Exhibitionism

The rest of the week was even stranger, watching Kaiba and Ryo eat lunch together being a highlight.
Kaiba would tap away on his laptop, popping a piece of sashimi from his bento box into his mouth every once in a while.
Ryo had made quick work of a bowl of curry and was chattering happily, or so it seemed.
A few times, Kaiba would place a hand on Ryuuji’s and the dice man would freeze up and look down contritely. A few minutes later, he would begin speaking again.
I watched from my place between Jou and Anzu, pretending to be interested in the conversation around me.
By Friday, I was feeling guilty for letting it bother me that they had been playing couple.
I was on my way to my last class, negotiating the crowded hall, when a hand grabbed my elbow and pulled me into an empty classroom.
Suddenly, I was held down over a desk and a body pressed along my back.
“I was thinking about you,” Kaiba’s voice trickled into my ear. “Thinking about you real hard.” he added pressing his hips into me and rubbing an obvious bulge into my ass.
“I was thinking about you, too.” I answered as my body responded.
“Did you enjoy your outing with my little girlfriend?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed out as his hips pushed my cock against the side of the desk, “Master, I . . .”
“I told you, that you didn’t need to call me that at school.” Kaiba said, “In fact, you can fight me off, if you want to.” he added.
“I don’t want to,” I said shifting a little. “I was hoping for more.”
“Hmm,” Master thought as I tried to maintain beneath him.
From my position, belly down across a desk, I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his interest.
“I could take you here. In the middle of the day, while students are learning all around us,” He whispered and I shuddered at the thought. “Imagine it, Hiroto-kun. If someone were to come in and catch us . . . .”
I wasn’t shocked to find myself getting even more aroused by the words that spilled out of my Master’s mouth. But he wasn’t finished. “Stay very still, Hiroto-kun.” He said as he rose and left me.
I heard a drawer opening and sounds of rustling papers, the drawer closed and another opened. I was getting nervous as I lay there with my back to the door where my friends and schoolmates walked by heading for their classes
“ Aha!” Kaiba said as he continued to raid the teacher’s desk. “These will be perfect.” He said.
When he returned and pulled me across the desk, he began opening my uniform pants and then sliding them off of me.
He tossed my pants and boxers aside and moved me back until my exposed dick pressed against the desk edge.
“Now for some fun,” Kaiba said, sending a chill down my spine.
Kaiba pulled my feet up and put them onto two chairs off to the sides, then he slid a thick book under my belly to lift me higher on the desk.
He ran a finger down my ass crack, teasing me before he grabbed a little jar and opened it.
“Quite a surprise finding this in Watabe-sensei’s desk, huh?” Master said as he dribbled the cold liquid onto my crack and watched it roll down to my balls.
“Now, up on your elbows,” he said and I shifted up. Suddenly, a book was shoved in front of me and a finger pointed to the print at mid-page.
“Today’s lesson is in multi-tasking.” he said and I focused on the words.
“Kaiba-san, this is in English?” I said, silently reading the first line.
“I know. Start when I say. Read it out loud and clearly.” and when he finished speaking, I felt him lining up. I closed my eyes in preparation.
As he breeched my muscles, he grunted out. “Start reading!” and I returned to page.
“In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness”
His strokes were firm and even and struck my prostate regularly, causing a hesitation in my flow of words.
A sharp pain rushed up from my rear even as I heard the slapping sound.
“Ahhh!” I cried out.
“Read faster,” he growled as the weapon he had used tapped gently on the spot he’d struck.
I drew a breath and continued. “Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by.
My eyes lost focus on the last line as a hand wrapped around my cock and stroked firmly.
The slap came again and I gripped the book roughly as I rocked over it, grunting out the next row.“Murmuring in melody-
Then- ah then I would awake
To the tremor of the lone lake“
I read mechanically, not even hearing the words, but Kaiba was paying attention.
“That was To the terror of the lone lake. Read it over.” he insisted, punctuating the order with another slap and squeezing my balls.
To the terror of the lone lake I repeated the words, breathy as I found myself drawing closer to my completion.
Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-I read and Kaiba moaned loudly at the last word.
A feeling not the jeweled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-I read, the words echoing as my Master recited along with me.
“Oh, Master,” I cried as I lost focus and couldn’t see the words.
The warning bell rang, telling students that they had better hurry or be late.
“Read!” Kaiba insisted, his thrusts speeding up.
“For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining- I growled feeling the burn in my toes that warned me I wouldn’t last. As I read that line, Kaiba’s fingers dug deep as he completed the verse, ending with a gasp and hard thrust that joined me in climaxing.
My master collapsed on top of me, whispering, “Whose solitary soul could make;”in my ear as he supported us, panting and gasping.
“ An Eden of that dim lake.” (1) his hands skimmed my belly and rubbed my sore ass cheek after he dropped a ruler, snapped in half, onto the desk between my elbows.
I stared at the two pieces as the weight rose from me and Kaiba reached for his pants.
“Kaiba-san?” I whispered, not moving.
“You should get dressed, Hiroto-kun. Watabe-sensei doesn’t have a class this hour, but she does grade her papers around now.” he said, as he buckled his pants and reached for my leg.
The idea that the little history teacher could walk in while I was positioned like this had me scurrying down and grabbing my discarded clothes. Kaiba had gotten some tissue and was using it to clean off the desk and book that was there.
“Kaiba-san? What was that?” I asked, pointing to the now closed book.
Kaiba looked up and followed the direction of my hand.
“Oh,” he said. “The lake by Poe. I used to read it to Mokuba at bedtime, but now that he understands more English, he asked me not to anymore. He claims it gives him nightmares.”


Oh, the cruel authoress, throwing high born poetry into a nice juicy smut scene.
Sorry for the delay in this update, the companion fic had to catch up a little so that the next few chappies would make sense.
And I have some big plans for both.
I also started that damn cross-dressing fic, Stolen Kisses, Purchased Love, and it has gotten some attention.
Some may notice that I like to dress up the boys in pretty things.
Note: See other story, Fall of the Dice.
And they would be right.
But this story, Stolen Kisses, Purchased Love, is in a different light and deserves a chance.
Go, read a bit and tell me what you think.
But, don’t neglect this one.
I need feedback to keep creativity flowing.

1-The Lake by Edgar Allen Poe.