In The End

So here is another part of this story. I’m back to being a wage slave tomorrow after my vacation, and my son is back to school, thankfully for my sanity. I hope you enjoy this and that I get another chance to work on it some more this week, though a DBZ story has muscled it’s way into my head and won’t let go. I might put it up on this site… anyway to clarify as I’m mixing Japanese and English names again, Amelda = Alister. Have fun… Seto’s is and isn’t.

In the End Continued
By Fyrbryd

For a few seconds he stood there, once more releasing that he was naked, and that his cock had come to life once again. He walked down the hallway.

Again there were curtains off on the sides and behind one he was distracted by the sounds coming from it. He looked at the light, then at the curtain with the sounds. They were getting louder and he just couldn’t help himself, he went in. Again there was a lighted stage and this time there seemed to be a frame of some kind, and bound to that frame was a very naked Joey. He was crying out from the way his body was thrusting into a body bent over a spanking horse in front of him, the head of that person came up and Seto saw that it was Otogi. And behind Joey was another wrapped up behind him thrusting into him hard, the first pulled back to cry out with Joey and Seto saw that it was Tristan.

“Like what you see Kaiba-boy?”

Seto almost jumped out of his skin when the voice of Pegasus came right beside him. His jaw was working but he couldn’t seem to get any words out, his breathing heavy from the fright and the show.

Pegasus smiled and reached down to stroke Seto’s erection, “Ah I see that you do, very much.”

Seto found himself being pushed up against the wall, he threw his arms out defensively to stop himself hitting it too hard, but as he did so he also discovered that he could not get them to come away from the wall, and then his mouth was covered in a gag, a ball gag of some kind that had just appeared out of nowhere.

“Just watch the show Kaiba boy, I’ll take care of this,” said Pegasus continuing to stroke his cock, “It’s not as if I haven’t had any practice at it.” He used his other hand to turn Seto’s face to the show, “I like to watch and play. I have a lot of men that work for me and Kemo’s a great stud to watch, such a big boy.” Pegasus emphasized his words with a stroke and squeeze. Kaiba’s head hit the wall behind him there were tears running out of his eyes with his frustration at what was happening to him. “Listen to them, I think they’re about to blow.”

On the stage the trio was getting even more vocal, grunting, groaning, gasping. Skin slapping against naked skin, the frame ringing with the strain of the movements taking place on it.

The friction on his cock was driving him insane with the need to thrust, but he could barely move from the wall. The hand was thrusting up and down his length, his own fluids lubricating it, every few strokes the hand would stop and a thumb would glide over the head, his own head hit the wall again. Damn he should not have let himself get distracted in this place.

The show on the stage caught his attention again as he heard a scream followed by two other hard cries figuring they had all come. In a few moments all he could hear was them panting and a snickering from Pegasus, “Your turn, come for me Kaiba-boy. Come for me.”

There was nothing he could do to stop himself, the pressure, the smell, the need all overtook him and he came trying to breath around the hard ball in his mouth that was stopping him from crying out. His face was covered in sweat and tears, and he was breathing just as heavily. Then suddenly he was crashing to his knees. He stayed there in that position for a few moments trying to get his breath, then realizing he still had the gag on he managed to pull himself up and tear the thing from his face. There was no one else there. The show and his tormentor were gone.

It took a few more minutes for him to get to his feet, at the curtained door he wiped his face on it, and noticing the mess around his groin decided to wipe that up too. He was a little pissed now. A hand job from Pegasus was never something he had contemplated. He wanted to find Yugi and wring his little collared neck.

He headed for the room down the hall that he was previously headed to. He harshly pushed the curtain away, blinded momentarily by the bright light, to discover that he was back out on the neon lined street he had begun in, only this time he was completely naked and bringing attention to himself because of it. He turned to go back in but discovered he was facing a brick wall. In sudden uncharacteristic panic, he ran down the darkened alley to escape the ridicule he was getting as well as a few wolf whistles.

There was a dumpster at the end of the alley and seemed to be an old coat sitting over the edge of it. He picked up the plain grey trench coat and put it on. It was a little short, but he was thin enough to be able to cover his nakedness, even if his legs were so long that it only covered to half his thighs. It was better than nothing though and he was even more pissed than ever. He decided to see if he could find the club again. But as he made out the numbers of the buildings he realized this area was R, and he had been at C6. He growled out his frustration, clenching his fists and looked up to the lighted part of the alley. Leaning against the wall dressed in a short sapphire blue silk dress, and playing with a necklace around their neck was a figure. He was not sure whether it was male or female, but there was something about the hair that reminded him of someone, short red hair that spread out to the sides. Then the eyes turned on him, and the figure turned to disappear around the corner.

Seto had the overwhelming need to go after the person and ran off up the alley. Back on the street, he was aware that he was still attracting some attention, but that did not seem to matter, he looked for the figure in the dress, and making them out walking down the street, he hurried after. His bare feet slapped against the pavement as he hurried, trying to keep the quickly moving figure in sight. He passed endless neon lit stores and clubs and bars, and there was a lot of people out on the streets, lots of couples, male and female, male and male, female and female, they took no notice of him, it was only the singles that seemed to look and snigger at him. He even heard some very crude propositions as he moved along passed them.

Finally he saw the figure he was following enter a club. They seemed to stop at the entrance and look back at him, smile and enter. Seto hurried to the place but stopped when faced with the doorman. He knew he was in the right place, back in Yugi’s nasty little game, because the doorman was the hideous little man that used to work for his adopted father, Hobson. And he moved to block Seto’s entrance.

“Sorry sir, this is an exclusive club, and you are… insufficiently dressed.”

“Just tell the owner to let me in; I’m sure you’ll find I will be allowed.”

Hobson shrugged and pulled out his cell phone. “Sir I have a problem at the door… Yes sir, as you say… Very well, I have been asked to let you in. Make any trouble though and you won’t like what happens to you.”

Seto curled his lip at the small man, and entered when he opened the door for him. Again there was a girl, Serenity, there who looked after the coatroom. When she asked he merely raised an eyebrow and snapped, “Are you kidding?”

She shrugged with a smile and he realized that she wasn’t concerned by what he was or was not wearing.

He moved further inside to find a bar with lots of booths and seats. The place was filled with people, but he was only interested in the one in the blue dress, and right at the end of the bar, he saw them. And he gasped as he recognize the person as Amelda, leaning back against the bar, facing him and looking right at him with a slight smile. Seto kept moving until he was standing right in front of him.

“Wanna buy be a drink big guy?” said Amelda.

“Wha…” he managed, not sure what to make of this.

“Or we could go to a private room,” Amelda put a hand on his hip, “I have some clothes you could have… Though I’d rather see you without any.”

“You work here?”

“Of course I do. The Master told me where to find you; do you really think the game was over?”

Seto growled again.

“After all, you told him you wanted to continue to play.”

“Where is he?” he demanded.

“Watching.”

“Hn. I figured that, but why is he avoiding me.”

”Is he?” Amelda pushed off from the counter of the bar and moved off into the building.

Seto hurried after him. He was led upstairs, not failing to notice the stilettos that Amelda was able to walk in comfortably. Amelda held open a door and made sure that Seto went inside before he did. The room was filled with a huge round white bed, there were vases everywhere filled with red roses. And when Seto got his eyes back to the person who had led him to the room, he found him on his hands and knees on the bed, the dress gone to reveal a jeweled corset, his arms still covered in the long dark blue gloves and the necklace hanging from his neck like a waterfall, matching earrings and another in the centre of his forehead, armlets twisted around his upper arms.

Seto felt himself instantly hard.

TBC