And the Kink Goes On

Yon: See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil


Another Saturday night and I’m standing in the downstairs room off the kitchen. I’ve taken to calling it the dungeon to myself, but I don’t dare say anything to Kaiba.
Anyway, I’m naked again and he’s wearing a beige cashmere sweater over some grey pants that look like they were made out of the stuff they sew into parachutes. Shiny, you know.
He’s ignoring me as he opens the box I brought. The box from last time is still on the shelf where I left it, but he has opened it at some point.
Big red has a friend now, as the bright green vibrator is hung next to him on the wall. The strap harness is dangling on another hook near the shelves and as I look at it I get a chill.
“Could you get on the table, please.” Kaiba asks as I am spacing out.
“Oh, eh, sure.” I say, climbing up onto the surface.
“Give me your hands.” He says as he stands in front of me.
I raise my arms and he slides two leather gloves on me. They have hooks on the wrists and when he pulls them behind me he hooks them together and I’m kinda stuck.
“Now, just relax. This won’t hurt at all.” He assures me as he lifts a piece of black fabric up and slides it over my head.
I am immersed in darkness and I can feel the teeth of the zipper as it rides down the back of my head.
It’s very dark and I suddenly realized, I can’t hear anything in this. I can feel Kaiba’s hands as they adjust the hood and position something in the front. It pushes against my lips and I slowly open my mouth to allow it entry. It is thick and firm and rubbery and it seems to be getting larger until I can barely hold it. Then, it stops expanding.
I am waiting there noticing a cool breeze moving over my chest and the scratchy feeling of the wood under my ass cheeks. I don’t know how long it is, but it feels like forever before Kaiba’s hands find me again.
I hear nothing, and the hands direct me and I try to follow their lead.
Soon, I am lying on my side, with one knee lifted and my other leg stretched out below me. My hands are still secured behind me and with the gloves on I can’t really feel anything.
I seem to recall part of the catalog that dealt with sensory depravation and I’m pretty sure which one of the hoods Kaiba has ordered.
It would be our most expensive model and the add said, “Lighter, softer weight both inside and out and the hood is completely filled with the fluffiest fiber fill foam we could find. It will give you a feeling of having your head securely encased in a leather covered soft pillow.”
These thoughts running through my mind kept me sane while I was abandoned once more.
Time was immeasurable and the only sensations I had were fleeting feeling of air currents and the texture of the tabletop. I could feel my own foot and ankle where they were propped up behind my knee and the gloves where my hands were held behind my butt.
Sound was gone and with it sight and smell, the only taste I sensed was the rubber of the gag in my mouth, and that I could live without, even in this circumstance.
Out of nowhere, I felt something. It was fleeting, and I hoped it would return. Then, again, a soft touch to my left nipple as something was brushing against it lightly. I strained my mind to figure out what it was and was rewarded by a strong rush of air over it that was cooling like it had gotten damp just before. The feeling went directly to my groin and I felt myself warming there.
The touch continued, soft and warm followed by air and cool.
Then, it moved to my other side.
The only touch I was to receive and it was so quick that it seemed my imagination once it was removed.
I wanted more, and I shifted around on the table to give this message, thrusting my hips slightly in a silent plea.
The touch moved down, across my stomach, and centering for a while on my navel. This filled my insides with heat and if my eyes could have seen, they would have rolled closed anyway.
I pulled at the gloves, straining to reach around and hold the touch to me, when it left me again.
“Oh, god!” I wanted to scream, and I bit into the gag with all my frustration.
A new touch came and it quickly sent my mind into Nirvana. This touch was light and airy and rolled across the tip of my now fully erect arousal. I could feel the skin tightening around it and my balls moved closer in response. I wanted more and couldn’t figure out how to gain it.
Then, the touch that had been feathery before became firm and hot. It encapsuled my dick head and pulled on it. My gut clenched with need and the tips of my toes warmed in response. I shifted my hips closer only to have a new touch come - that of something holding me away from the touch I craved.
The touch pulled away and I moaned out soundlessly in my frustration. I had lost it, and couldn’t live without it.
Then it returned, this time more. It moved down the head and over the sides. It was warm and a little scratchy and then there was the air that always followed and cooled the skin it had touched.
My mind supplied me with a possibility and it sent a new heat through my body.
The warm touch, the scratchy feel, the air flow and the cooling of moist skin.
This could only be the feeling of a warm mouth taking me in and it could only be Kaiba’s. I was now able to place an image to the feeling and it was aiding the sensations in driving me crazy.
I was now so hard it was painful but the feeling of Kaiba’s mouth on me sent such fabulous vibrations down my shaft that I could hardly mind the pain. The hand, that had to have been what was holding my hips in place, shifted and rolled slowly around my thigh to tickle lightly at my exposed opening.
The teasing of this had me clamping down on the bit in the mask once more. The finger that teased me would push in lightly then pull away quickly. The rhythm set up was in opposition to the other touch, the finger pushed in as the mouth pulled back and so forth. I would have gasped but my mouth was occupied attempting to bit through the rubber in my teeth.
The finger dipped deeper as the mouth moved farther over my over-aroused self, and I felt it pass to the last knuckle. It curled in me and held there, shifting from side to side as the mouth took me deeply and I felt the head come up against a restriction.
“Oh, god!” I thought, “Kaiba is deep-throating me!” and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I had the bit clenched tightly in my teeth as I attempted to hold back my climax, thinking that he would not want that in his mouth, but the muscles of his cheeks pulled me in and I couldn’t last.
I felt the rush and it roared in my covered ears, white lightening flashing in my blinded eyes. My gut clenched so hard I nearly threw up and my balls hurt from tightening so hard against my body.
I spasmed for minutes or hours, I wasn’t sure, but I knew one thing before I lost consciousness.
I would do anything that Kaiba asked me to, for a chance at this, one more time.

I woke to find myself sitting, or more like slumping, in the library, fully dressed and the hood was long gone. Kaiba was seated at the desk, typing on his ever-present laptop and looking my way every so often. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes.
“Feeling better?” he asked. I looked over and saw blue eyes intent on me. I nodded slowly and shifted to sit up in the leather chair.
“What happened?” I asked. He stood and closed the computer before crossing to sit opposite me.
“The hood doesn’t have large enough air holes. It is easily remedied. I suppose I should have considered that, first.” He explained. “I apologize. I never meant to endanger you in any way.”
This was new. I had barely ever talked to Kaiba, especially before the deliveries started, and here he was telling me he was sorry and that he had made a mistake. I was a little out of my element so I just stammered.
“Oh, well. No biggie. I mean, I am fine. Hey, Kaiba?” I said, and he looked up from where he was studying his hands, to eye me questioningly. “What are we doing here?”
“Doing?” he asked and I nodded.
“Yeah. I mean, this isn’t a normal way to sell anything, I knew that, but why?” I added.
“All a matter of trust. I know that you and your little crew are big fans of it, so I decided to give you the benefit of the doubt. I trusted you, and you have proved yourself. If you don’t want to continue, you have only to say so. I will respect your wishes. But, if not.” And he let that hang.
“Just put in your orders. I’ll be your very own special delivery boy. As long as ya like, kay?”
And he nodded again. I brushed off my pants quickly and started to rise. “I should get going. It’s late, I’ll bet.” I said and Kaiba rose to follow me to the door.
“Be careful on your way home. You are probably still a little dizzy.” He said.
“Don’t worry, I always walk home from your deliveries.” And I stepped out to head home.

:::Mmm, leather and rubber. Kaiba and a hood. What more could I think up?
Anything left for them to experience? I am still taking requests.*hint, hint* I know all of you kinky lovers are out there.
I will only continue if I get responses. Sorry, but this one is just too far out to keep on with only one review per chap. I hate doing this, really.
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