Sex Addiction

Ryou listened carefully; he could hear Bakura’s breathing from where he was, and the occasional snore. He hadn’t yet figured out how light of a sleeper Bakura was. He knew that Bakura had to be getting more quality sleep, given that he was in a comfortable bed and Ryou was staring out at the bedroom through the bars of a cage. The shackles on his hands and feet weren’t helping, either. Ryou idly wondered if Bakura just had a huge closet full of devices of restraint and torture, as he kept producing new ones.

Even though he was in a cramped, uncomfortable cage, Ryou had thought that he would go to sleep quite quickly. He felt exhausted; his arms still hurt from being pulled back into the hogtie and, although he hadn’t really thought it possible, his cock was sore. Lacking attention, the erection that he had wanted so desperately to rid himself of had eventually dissipated, and he hadn’t received any other attention from Bakura that day. Apparently there had been a hilarious movie on television. Ryou had been glad of that, hoping to get some much-needed rest. But, here he was, lying down in the dark in the middle of the night, and he couldn’t get to sleep.

Truth be told, his mind was wandering to places that Ryou thought it really shouldn’t. He couldn’t stop thinking about all the things Bakura had been doing to him. He had tried to shake it off as some form of traumatic shock, but… if he closed his eyes he could feel Bakura’s lips on his body, feel his warm hands moving lower and lower…

NO NO NO! Don’t get hard!

… Too late.

Ryou silently cursed himself. Even though his erection had gone away of its own accord, his need still wasn’t satisfied. Ryou damned every chemical-biological term for sexual arousal that he could think of. He had never had this much trouble controlling himself. He had never even watched porn! How come it only took one thought of being tied tightly under Bakura’s power to make him stand at attention?

Biting back a sigh, Ryou glanced over at the bed. The only movement was the barely discernible rise and fall of Bakura’s chest. Did he dare risk it…?

Physical need overpowering him, Ryou very slowly moved his hands downward, trying not to make the chains clink. It seemed to take an eternity to move for fear that Bakura would hear. Finally, he gently grasped himself and had to suppress a gasp. The desperate need from earlier returned; oh God, he wanted it now. He began to stroke gently, biting down on his lip as hard as he could to keep himself from making any sound. He was just noticing that it didn’t feel quite like Bakura’s touch when he was blinded by a bright light.

Ryou looked up in horror to see Bakura standing across the room next to the light switch. His dark garnet eyes were unreadable as he slowly walked over to the cage and kneeled down beside it. Ryou shrunk back as far as he could, automatically trying to shield himself.

“What were you doing?” Though spoken softly, the words stung. Ryou tried to reply but only stammered out a few useless syllables. Bakura nodded.

“That’s what I thought.”

Bakura tore open the cage and dragged Ryou out onto the bedroom floor. Panicked, Ryou struggled but couldn’t escape Bakura’s firm grip. Bakura hauled his captive off the floor and pull his shackled wrists over his head; Ryou then noticed that there was a long hook hanging from the middle of the ceiling. Bakura lifted Ryou up so that the chain of his shackles went over the tip of the hook, then set him down on his feet and walked over to the closet. Ryou twisted his hands in the cuffs; the hook held him up so high that he was nearly on his tiptoes and couldn’t lift the chain off of it. Bakura re-emerged with a long metal bar. For a few moments Ryou was terrified that Bakura was going to hit him with it, but instead there were two leather cuffs attached to each end of the bar. Bakura replaced the shackles on Ryou’s feet with the bar, which forced his legs wide apart.

“P-please, Bakura…” Ryou pleaded softly. “Don’t hurt me… please…”

Bakura just smirked. “How else am I going to teach you a lesson?” Ryou whimpered softly while Bakura grabbed something long, thin and black from the closet. Ryou shifted nervously as he stared at the riding crop, trying to figure out how much it was going to hurt. He quickly found out as Bakura took a swing at his ass.

Ryou bit his lip; yes, this was going to hurt. Smack after smack of tough leather against skin rang through the bedroom, Ryou’s cries growing louder and more prolonged with each hit. Another cry sounded as Bakura leaned over and squeezed a bit of the skin on Ryou’s shoulder between his teeth. He pressed his body against Ryou.

“You’re not allowed to touch yourself, little one. I’m the only one that can touch you,” he whispered in Ryou’s ear. “Just me. And you know why that is?” Ryou was too breathless to respond.

“Because I’m your master…”

He suddenly backed away and the riding crop hit Ryou’s ass again. “Tell me what I am,” Bakura growled. Ryou hesitated and was spanked again.

“Tell me!”

“M-my master…” Ryou whimpered.

“Louder!” Another hit.

“You’re my master!” Ryou cried. He felt a hand, which was quickly becoming familiar, trace the curves of his ass, squeezing and caressing. He heard Bakura’s voice in his ear.

“Who’s the only one that can touch you?”

“Y-you are.”

“And who am I?”

“You’re my m-master.”

“Very good…”

Bakura stepped in front of Ryou, the ever-present smirk on his face. Ryou stared back, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He flinched as Bakura touched the riding crop to one of Ryou’s nipples. At first he only tapped it gently against the sensitive flesh, then grew progressively harder until Ryou had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. Bakura squeezed the erect bud between his fingers, the riding crop moving on to the other nipple and eventually leaving two red patches on Ryou’s chest.

Ryou felt the riding crop slide between his legs, rubbing against his sac. He moaned uncertainly, sincerely hoping that Bakura wouldn’t hit him there, of all places. He yelped as Bakura gave his balls a light tap; Bakura grinned at the reaction.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?”

Ryou was forced to agree as Bakura sucked on his nipples. Still stinging from the riding crop, Ryou moaned as his captor ran his tongue over the rosy flesh. He was vaguely aware that his erection, which had disappeared from fear, was returning. His hips bucked forward unintentionally as Bakura grabbed the hard shaft and stroked it roughly. Ryou was halfway through a long, loud moan when he suddenly felt something soft and warm on his lips. Bakura aggressively pushed his tongue into Ryou’s mouth, doing what he seemed to do best: invading Ryou then leaving him breathless.

Thought was momentarily banished, as Bakura ran his fingertips along Ryou’s length. Ryou thrust his hips forward, inviting the attention. He had already been denied twice and need was overcoming his shame. Bakura seemed pleased.

“Do you want it?” he asked. Ryou nodded, then felt the riding crop on his ass again.

“Say that you want it.”

“I want it,” Ryou breathed. The riding crop smacked him again.

“Address me properly,” Bakura growled.

“I want it, master,” Ryou said, heat rising in his cheeks; he couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“And what do you want?”

“I… I want…”

“You want me to suck your cock?”

“I want you to suck my cock… master.”

Satisfied, Bakura turned his attention to doing just that. He ran his tongue along the underside of Ryou’s length, causing his captive to moan and arch his back. Bakura wrapped his lips around the tip, beginning to gently suck. He bobbed his head, taking more of Ryou into his mouth and gently grazing his teeth along the ultra-sensitive skin. One hand occupied itself with caressing Ryou’s sac.

Ryou, meanwhile, could barely form a coherent thought, let alone speak. It should be so bad, but it felt so, so good. Ever tender little movement that Bakura made sent sparks flying across Ryou’s vision. He wasn’t even aware of how loud his moans and cries were until Bakura stuck the handle of the riding crop between his teeth and told him to bite down. Ryou closed his eyes, riding a wave of pleasure as he gave in to Bakura’s lips and tongue. Almost there… so close…

A whine of disappointment escaped Ryou’s lips as Bakura pulled away. He quickly realized why, though, as a pair of wet fingers invaded his ass. Ryou leaned forward slightly, trying to accommodate them and hoping that Bakura would continue to have mercy on him and eventually let him come. Bakura barely prepared Ryou before he thrust inside him, causing a scream of combined pain and pleasure to rip itself from Ryou’s throat. He barely heard Bakura’s voice in his ear again as he removed the riding crop from Ryou’s mouth.

“Who’s the only one that can fuck you?”

“Y-you…”

“And who am I?”

“My master…”

Bakura thrust as deep as he could, eliciting another loud moan from Ryou. He snaked an arm around Ryou’s waist and grabbed his erection, pumping it in time with his thrusts. This, combined with all the waiting, humiliation and desperation, proved to be far too much for Ryou. He threw his head back, screamed and came all over Bakura’s hand. Ryou stood there in a lusty haze as Bakura continued to pound into his ass, until, with a groan, Bakura dug his fingernails into Ryou’s hips and released himself into Ryou.

Ryou found himself leaning against Bakura’s body; other than the shackles it was the only thing keeping him upright. He felt Bakura’s head rest against his back; a hand ran up and down his chest.

“Hmm… you’re going to make a good slave,” Bakura murmured. “Submissive, pretty… sensitive…” With that Bakura ran his fingertips over Ryou’s cock, causing Ryou to gasp; the skin was ultra-sensitive. “And very vocal,” Bakura went on. “Yes, I’m definitely going to keep you.”

“B-But… Bakura…” Ryou tried to protest, but Bakura stepped around and kissed him into silence.

“Hush… Your master says it’s time for bed.” Bakura released Ryou’s legs, then lifted his shackles off of the hook. Ryou didn’t have enough energy to put up a fight as he was pushed back into his cage. A few moments later the lights were off and Bakura was snoring softly. Exhausted and with his need finally met, Ryou fell asleep without any time to ponder his reaction to Bakura’s maniacal yet oh-so-delicious abuse.

And Ryou continues to be sucked in... Thanks to everyone that reviewed; I'm glad everyone seems to like it. I remember someone saying that they could never find bondage fics that they liked, and that's exactly why I wrote this fic: I wanted hot bondage and I wanted it done MY way. So, please review and let me know what you think.

P.S. I thought this warranted a disclaimer, due to content in previous and future chapters (for the protection of the... well, the stupid): This is a fantasy fic. Don't leave anyone alone in bondage in real life. It's dangerous. Don't do it. And if something bad happens, don't blame me for it. ><