A Series of One Shots
folder
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
74
Views:
27,799
Reviews:
422
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
74
Views:
27,799
Reviews:
422
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tristan and Seto: mistress0fyaoi
MASTER OF THE HOUSE
It was pitch black behind the blindfold that had been securely tied around Tristan’s eyes. His breathing quickened, able to only depend on his hearing and touch to describe his surroundings. The floor beneath his bare feet was cold like stone. His legs were tired from standing and his arms were beginning to ache, being secured high above his head. His whole body felt on edge, every sound or movement making his bare skin tingle. He breathed around the scarf that had been placed in his mouth, forbidding him to cry out for help…even if he did want it.
Slow footsteps clicked on the floor, their sound echoing off the walls. Hot breath at his neck, the heat from another body dangerously close to his own. A deep commanding voice reverberating through the room.
“Slave…it is time for your punishment.” It hissed.
It send shivers down his spine. He tried speaking, but the scarf muffled his words.
“Do not speak slave, your words are meaningless…as are you.” He warned.
Tristan nodded, his excitement rising as the silent figure walked around him. He could feel his presence.
Cold hands traced down his sides, resting on his hips. Such simple of a task sent Tristan in gasps of pleasure. Every touch amplified as his other senses went muted.
The hands tightened their grip as the figure knelt. They moved together, each hand tracing closer to his groin, until he felt something tight placed around the base of his cock.
“This will stop you slave.”
Before Tristan could react, a wet, burning heat wrapped around him, filling him completely. He groaned in pleasure, wanting to buck into that heat. His tongue moved violently around, no mercy shown as he sucked hard and long. But as much as the feeling built-up, Tristan’s relief never came. He was practically in tears as his cock continued to painfully throb, but the stranger had no compassion. Just when he thought he would collapse, he stopped, pushing himself off the other in one swift movement.
Silence filled the room. Where had the other gone?
Suddenly, the sound of a snap, Tristan fell to the floor in a heap, the ropes bounding him cut clean. A hand removed the scarf that had been shoved in his mouth. Tristan gasped for air, his chest heaving as pure oxygen filled his lungs.
He started to get up, but the other pushed him back down.
“Bow.” He said.
“Yes Ma-Master.” Tristan replied, he did so, keeping his head low to the ground, awaiting his next command.
Before he could react, two fingers were pushed inside of him, already being furiously pumped in and out. Tristan cried out, pushing back on the fingers, begging them to go deeper.
“Pl-please ma-master! More!” Tristan whined.
He gasped as a third slick finger was pushed inside, the three working in and out, stretching him impossibly wider. He whimpered as they continued to be twisted inside of him, needing them to go deeper still. They softly struck his prostrate, enough to make the pressure grow. But just as he felt himself getting closer, the fingers were promptly removed.
The figure chuckled darkly, whispering in his ear.
“What? Did you think I was going to let you come?” he laughed again, “Not with that thing on you won’t.”
Tristan groaned in defeat. The figure stayed behind him, placing one hand firmly on his hip while the other traced lazy patterns across his back. He slowly reached under Tristan laying his hand flat against his lower abdomen.
“I think we can remove this now.” He hissed, tearing off the cock ring that held Tristan bound.
Tristan sighed in relief, his breath held in anticipation as he felt something big and hard being pressed against his entrance. He teased him, staying still.
“Ready?” the figure asked.
“Pl-please master!” Tristan pleaded.
“Are you sure?” Tristan nodded, trying to push back but to no avail. He was more than ready.
“It starts at 7 but registration is at 6.”
Tristan blinked in confusion.
“Wh-what?” He asked.
Kaiba sat staring up at Tristan in annoyance, trying to enjoy his lunch before one of the friendship cult felt it necessary to interrupt.
“I said…the convention starts at 7 but registration is at 6.” He said irritated.
Tristan shook his thoughts away.
“Oh…yeah! Right…” He rubbed the back of his head, “Thanks!” He smiled walking back to his table.
“Dammit Kaiba…just when I got to the good part too.” He thought, shaking his head with a sigh.
AN: Two days in a row! WOO! I'm just getting these written like crazy and am too impatient to hear your comments again! Love you all! xxxooo
REVIEW REPLIES:
BlackGargie: well i'm glad i was able to give Yugi some backbone for you. lol. I look forward to writing your oneshot! I hope you like and thanks for reviewing! XD
cakey: hooray! happy to hear it! :D thanks for requesting AND for reviewing! XD
tavi: XD I'm so happy to hear that! I love knowing that I can people laugh with these--it's the main reason I do, if I can make you laugh or cry (for angst of course) than i've done my job! lmao
DesertRoseTemari: lmao, i know, i have a yaoi themed wallpaper of seto and joey on my computer and my brother who is 11 and watches the show was looking at it he was just like. 'that's weird.' lmao.
tatiana: i love seeing them as seme too! of course, i think i get more enjoyment out of seeing the yami's being uke. its just delicious. :D
setoaddict: lol, torn huh? good, i'm glad to hear that. lol. i was going for both. yes, it is quite an interesting request, but its what the requester wanted so, happy to oblige. :D
right_read_time: interesting mind? hope that's a good thing. lol. yes, though i am quite strange but i like being unique rather than being another one of "those" stories...whatever that means. lmao
It was pitch black behind the blindfold that had been securely tied around Tristan’s eyes. His breathing quickened, able to only depend on his hearing and touch to describe his surroundings. The floor beneath his bare feet was cold like stone. His legs were tired from standing and his arms were beginning to ache, being secured high above his head. His whole body felt on edge, every sound or movement making his bare skin tingle. He breathed around the scarf that had been placed in his mouth, forbidding him to cry out for help…even if he did want it.
Slow footsteps clicked on the floor, their sound echoing off the walls. Hot breath at his neck, the heat from another body dangerously close to his own. A deep commanding voice reverberating through the room.
“Slave…it is time for your punishment.” It hissed.
It send shivers down his spine. He tried speaking, but the scarf muffled his words.
“Do not speak slave, your words are meaningless…as are you.” He warned.
Tristan nodded, his excitement rising as the silent figure walked around him. He could feel his presence.
Cold hands traced down his sides, resting on his hips. Such simple of a task sent Tristan in gasps of pleasure. Every touch amplified as his other senses went muted.
The hands tightened their grip as the figure knelt. They moved together, each hand tracing closer to his groin, until he felt something tight placed around the base of his cock.
“This will stop you slave.”
Before Tristan could react, a wet, burning heat wrapped around him, filling him completely. He groaned in pleasure, wanting to buck into that heat. His tongue moved violently around, no mercy shown as he sucked hard and long. But as much as the feeling built-up, Tristan’s relief never came. He was practically in tears as his cock continued to painfully throb, but the stranger had no compassion. Just when he thought he would collapse, he stopped, pushing himself off the other in one swift movement.
Silence filled the room. Where had the other gone?
Suddenly, the sound of a snap, Tristan fell to the floor in a heap, the ropes bounding him cut clean. A hand removed the scarf that had been shoved in his mouth. Tristan gasped for air, his chest heaving as pure oxygen filled his lungs.
He started to get up, but the other pushed him back down.
“Bow.” He said.
“Yes Ma-Master.” Tristan replied, he did so, keeping his head low to the ground, awaiting his next command.
Before he could react, two fingers were pushed inside of him, already being furiously pumped in and out. Tristan cried out, pushing back on the fingers, begging them to go deeper.
“Pl-please ma-master! More!” Tristan whined.
He gasped as a third slick finger was pushed inside, the three working in and out, stretching him impossibly wider. He whimpered as they continued to be twisted inside of him, needing them to go deeper still. They softly struck his prostrate, enough to make the pressure grow. But just as he felt himself getting closer, the fingers were promptly removed.
The figure chuckled darkly, whispering in his ear.
“What? Did you think I was going to let you come?” he laughed again, “Not with that thing on you won’t.”
Tristan groaned in defeat. The figure stayed behind him, placing one hand firmly on his hip while the other traced lazy patterns across his back. He slowly reached under Tristan laying his hand flat against his lower abdomen.
“I think we can remove this now.” He hissed, tearing off the cock ring that held Tristan bound.
Tristan sighed in relief, his breath held in anticipation as he felt something big and hard being pressed against his entrance. He teased him, staying still.
“Ready?” the figure asked.
“Pl-please master!” Tristan pleaded.
“Are you sure?” Tristan nodded, trying to push back but to no avail. He was more than ready.
“It starts at 7 but registration is at 6.”
Tristan blinked in confusion.
“Wh-what?” He asked.
Kaiba sat staring up at Tristan in annoyance, trying to enjoy his lunch before one of the friendship cult felt it necessary to interrupt.
“I said…the convention starts at 7 but registration is at 6.” He said irritated.
Tristan shook his thoughts away.
“Oh…yeah! Right…” He rubbed the back of his head, “Thanks!” He smiled walking back to his table.
“Dammit Kaiba…just when I got to the good part too.” He thought, shaking his head with a sigh.
AN: Two days in a row! WOO! I'm just getting these written like crazy and am too impatient to hear your comments again! Love you all! xxxooo
REVIEW REPLIES:
BlackGargie: well i'm glad i was able to give Yugi some backbone for you. lol. I look forward to writing your oneshot! I hope you like and thanks for reviewing! XD
cakey: hooray! happy to hear it! :D thanks for requesting AND for reviewing! XD
tavi: XD I'm so happy to hear that! I love knowing that I can people laugh with these--it's the main reason I do, if I can make you laugh or cry (for angst of course) than i've done my job! lmao
DesertRoseTemari: lmao, i know, i have a yaoi themed wallpaper of seto and joey on my computer and my brother who is 11 and watches the show was looking at it he was just like. 'that's weird.' lmao.
tatiana: i love seeing them as seme too! of course, i think i get more enjoyment out of seeing the yami's being uke. its just delicious. :D
setoaddict: lol, torn huh? good, i'm glad to hear that. lol. i was going for both. yes, it is quite an interesting request, but its what the requester wanted so, happy to oblige. :D
right_read_time: interesting mind? hope that's a good thing. lol. yes, though i am quite strange but i like being unique rather than being another one of "those" stories...whatever that means. lmao