Sex Addiction

Ryou watched in silence as Bakura downed the plate of bacon and eggs that Ryou had made. He was eyeing the plate that had been set aside for him, but he didn’t dare eat it until he had Bakura’s permission. The realization that he was an addict seemed to give him an excuse for wanting to get on Bakura’s good side; he just couldn’t help it. Bakura smirked over at Ryou, scooping up a forkful of the eggs from Ryou’s plate and holding it up. Ryou leaned forward hesitantly and took the end of the fork in his mouth, trying to think of what Bakura wanted out of this interaction. He quickly swallowed and ran his tongue along the prongs of the fork, and was happy when Bakura’s smirk widened.

“You’re quite agreeable today, my little slave,” Bakura said. “Perhaps you are beginning to learn.” Bakura stood, taking with him one of his ubiquitous coils of rope. Ryou hesitated but did not resist as his master bound his arms behind his back, each palm trapped against the opposite elbow. Bakura pulled Ryou to his feet, one hand stroking and twisting Ryou’s cock as he led his slave into the living room. He produced a ball gag and fastened it tightly, gently pulling Ryou’s hair out of his face.

“So well-behaved today…” Bakura murmured, a hand wandering down to Ryou’s length again. Ryou leaned into the touch eagerly, but the hand withdrew. “Perhaps… a little too well-behaved…”

Ryou found himself pinned on the coffee table, looking up at a suspicious Bakura. “Do you think that a little good behavior will convince me to let you go?” Ryou shook his head; that honestly wasn’t his motivation at all, but he was tightly gagged and his denial was dismissed. His master took another coil of rope, using it to tie Ryou’s ankles to the coffee table so they were pulled back next to his head, stretching and exposing his ass. Twisting around slightly, Ryou saw Bakura light several candles and set them on a nearby lamp stand.

The hard leather of the riding crop found Ryou’s ass and he whimpered softly. Hit after hit after hit made the skin more and more red as Ryou squealed incoherently into his gag. Bakura thought that Ryou was trying, in a rather roundabout way, to escape, and currently Ryou couldn’t do much to convince him otherwise. However, the spanking felt like it was sending little shocks to his loins, each one more pleasurable than the last, and Ryou couldn’t complain about that.

Ryou looked up when the spanking stopped and saw Bakura holding one of the candles, a short thick one. He eyed it warily, having learned that Bakura had a reason for everything. Grinning, Bakura tilted the candle and a stream of hot wax spilled onto Ryou’s exposed ass. Ryou threw back his head and screamed, though in just another moment it was if the pain had never existed as the wax cooled almost instantly. Bakura let more of the wax drip onto Ryou’s balls, his slave crying out as each drop found his sensitive skin. Bakura picked up another of the candles, drizzling more of the molten wax on Ryou’s stomach. Eventually there was a patchwork of various colors of dried wax all over Ryou’s body. The drippings from another candle found his feet; Ryou cried out again and again but this seemed to only encourage his master.

As Bakura turned away to set down one of the candles, Ryou finally had a moment of rest, and as he looked at himself he noticed something odd. Was he… getting hard? Again? He didn’t think that being tortured with hot wax was really one of his turn-ons, but then again he hadn’t thought that he would be a sex addict, either. This did not escape Bakura’s notice as he turned back with another candle. He raised an eyebrow as he eyed Ryou’s slowly growing cock. The new candle that he had picked up was rather thin and the wax was beginning to run down the side. Ryou was right to be worried when he saw that smirk return. Bakura gently ran his fingers around Ryou’s tight hole; he wet his fingers and stretched Ryou a bit, then eased in the thick end of the candle. After being pounded by Bakura so many times the thin candle didn’t hurt much, but then the wax began to slide down onto Ryou’s exposed ass.

“Mmrrnn… Mmph! Mmph!” Ryou jerked against the bonds holding his ankles to the coffee table as the molten substance coursed over his sensitive skin. Bakura kneeled down next to him, turning Ryou’s head to look at him.

“Enjoying yourself?” Ryou let out a low moan in response. “Surely you didn’t think just a bit of good behavior would get you anything? Others have tried it before; ingratiate yourself to the master and maybe he’ll let you go! Hmph – no such thing. You’re staying with me, little Ryou, is that clear?”

Bakura was thrown off slightly as Ryou nodded in response. “Do you want to stay, my slave?” Ryou nodded again. Really what he wanted was for Bakura to take the candle out of his ass and make him come until he couldn’t come anymore – but it amounted to the same thing. Bakura reached out and loosened Ryou’s gag, removing the ball from his mouth.

“And where did my little one get all of this new-found enthusiasm?” he asked.

Ryou managed to gasp out, “I’m just… like you are… I’m addicted…”

Bakura’s grin widened exponentially. “Really now? And what is it that you want?”

Ryou moaned. “I want to come, master…”

His grin still present, Bakura shoved the gag back into Ryou’s mouth. Flicking some of the wax off of Ryou’s sac, he took his slave’s partially hardened length in his hand. “So my little slave wants to come, huh?” Bakura removed the candle, which was nearly a quarter gone and had almost covered Ryou’s ass in wax, and set it aside. He started to stroke Ryou roughly, grinning as his slave struggled feebly to make himself more accessible. Eventually his mouth found Ryou’s cock and he continued licking, sucking and teasing.

Ryou had completely forgotten about the spanking, the wax and the fact that his arms were falling asleep. His mind was entirely focused on every little movement that Bakura’s wonderful mouth was making. His breathing became labored and his moans became louder. He couldn’t take much more…

Bakura wrapped his hand around Ryou’s length again as he sucked on the tip, then murmured, “Come for me, slave.” The command seemed to push Ryou over and he came hard, spilling himself onto his stomach. He lay there panting, still immobilized by the ropes. He vaguely noticed that Bakura had turned away for a moment. When he turned back, the leftover rope was in his hand.

“You said that you wanted to come,” Bakura said. “I think we’ll put that to the test.”

Ryou frowned, trying to figure out what Bakura was talking about. He squealed and struggled as Bakura took his extremely sensitive post-climax cock in his hand and began to loop the rope around the base of his length and his balls. Ryou moaned uncertainly, biting down on his gag as the ropes tightened. As soon as his cock and balls were bound Bakura began to stroke him again. Ryou squirmed in discomfort for a few moments, then began to relax as Bakura’s touch slowly felt good again. He could barely believe that he could get hard again so fast; he supposed he really was a sex addict. Ryou wasn’t sure if he could come, though. The ropes were awfully tight.

“Mmmmmph….” Bakura wasn’t showing any signs of stopping as Ryou moaned under his touch. Bakura’s tongue flicked out to swirl around the dripping tip of Ryou’s cock.

“Again, slave,” he murmured. “Come again.”

Ryou groaned in frustration. He was trying, he really was, but he couldn’t get past those tight ropes encircling him. He needed something more, something to push him over the edge… At that moment Bakura wet one of his fingers and squeezed it into Ryou’s ass. That was all that Ryou needed as he let out a long, screaming moan of climax.

Bakura made his slave spill his seed twice more with the ropes confining his length and sac. By the end of it all Ryou didn’t know which way was up. He was merely a panting, whimpering, shaking pile of bound exhaustion and orgasmic bliss. He hardly seemed to notice as Bakura removed the gag. When his legs were untied Ryou groaned as he was finally able to lay flat, some of the remaining wax flaking off his skin. When his arms were released they merely hung limply at his sides. Bakura pulled Ryou to his feet, and Ryou would have fallen right back over if his master had not caught him. The next thing Ryou knew was that he was lying on a bed. His wrists were chained to the headboard, but otherwise he was unbound.

Bakura ran his fingers up and down the smooth skin of his slave’s back, occasionally planting kisses on the tender flesh. He had been right in his prediction that Ryou would be a good slave; not just good, in fact, but great. Already Ryou was starting to accept his predicament and enjoy it. The day’s activities had proven that. Ryou was actually progressing faster than Bakura had thought; he was surprised that Ryou had been able to climax with the ropes on. It was impressive, even if the whole affair had completely exhausted him. Well, they could work on endurance later. Yes, endurance, as well as some command training. Ryou was already quite submissive and followed orders well but there was room for improvement. He eyed Ryou’s white skin. His slave would have to be marked, as well, so there would be no doubt about who Ryou belonged to.

As Bakura was mulling over the future of his slave, Ryou simply lay there in exhaustion. Bakura’s gentle kisses and caresses felt quite nice, and Ryou was content to stay where he was for the rest of the day. He didn’t think of resisting as Bakura grabbed his shoulder and turned him onto his back.

“My sex addict looks tired,” Bakura said. Ryou just stared back. “Maybe we should put you in an institution, too…” Bakura begin to kiss down his slave’s neck.

“I don’t even remember liking sex this much…” Ryou murmured.

“A pre-existing condition, I’m sure,” Bakura said distractedly.

“Or maybe you’re just a bad influence,” Ryou retorted. At that, Bakura straddled Ryou’s waist and looked down at him with a smirk.

“I’m your master. Of course I’m a bad influence,” he said as he leaned down for a rough kiss.


Ryou woke up with a groan. His back, his legs, his arms, his ass, his cock… everything was sore. His arms were still chained to the headboard of the bed, but even if they hadn’t been he wasn’t sure that he would be able to move in any case. He felt a feathery touch on his face and opened his eyes to see Bakura looking down at him. Ryou groaned again as his master unchained him and got out of bed, pulling his slave with him. Ryou bit back a whimper as he was forced to walk. He followed his master into the bathroom.

Had that tub always been there? The huge bathtub was filled with soapy water, and Bakura led Ryou over to it. Shedding his clothes, Bakura stepped into the water, pulling Ryou with him. Ryou couldn’t help letting out a moan as he sat down, immersing his body in the almost-too-hot water. He could feel the soreness in his muscles melting away. Through half-lidded eyes he saw Bakura grin lazily at him.

“Good slaves get rewarded,” he said. Ryou nodded.

“Yes master…” he said sleepily. He felt one of his legs being lifted up so that his foot was out of the water. Ryou giggled as Bakura began to suck on his toes. He could get used to this in the morning.

*Ding-dong!*

Bakura mumbled various obscenities under his breath as he hauled himself out of the tub, threw on a robe and walked out of the bathroom. Ryou could hear his footsteps as he went downstairs. Unsure of what to do, Ryou nearly stood up, then remembered that he hadn’t been given permission to leave. And, it would be nice to stay in the tub for a few minutes longer.

When Bakura finally came back upstairs he was fully dressed and was wearing a huge, very sinister grin. Ryou was both terrified and excited at the same time. His master pulled him out of the tub, gave him an aggressive kiss and said in Ryou’s ear, “I’ve got something for you to try on.” Once he was dried off, Ryou followed his master into the bedroom. Bakura picked something up off the bed; at first glance it just looked like a piece of white leather with shoelaces attached. One end was open and quite wide, then as the laces continued down one side the fabric tapered to a point.

“Arms behind your back, palms together,” Bakura ordered, and Ryou obeyed. He felt the leather envelop his hands and slide up his arms. Soon his fingers were tightly trapped in the thin end of the strange glove. The wide end reached well past his elbows. Bakura began to tighten the laces and Ryou quickly saw how the glove was supposed to work. As the laces grew tighter and tighter Ryou’s elbows moved closer and closer together. He let out a soft moan, partially from pain and partially from arousal. Soon the laces were tightened and tied. The glove was so tight that Ryou could barely wiggle his fingers. Two straps attached to the glove fitted snugly around Ryou’s shoulders, preventing him from wiggling out of his bondage. As a finishing touch Bakura fastened his favorite white ball gag in Ryou’s mouth; he appeared to be color-coding again.

Bakura spun his slave around, admiring every angle of Ryou’s helpless form. He pulled Ryou into the bathroom, turning him towards the mirror. It was the first time that Ryou had seen himself while tied up. His shoulders were pulled back, his chest thrust forward; as he turned he was amazed at just how close his elbows were. Bakura ran his hand over the smooth leather of the glove, then down to Ryou’s ass.

“Such a pretty slave,” he murmured. “I think today we’ll start some of your training.” Ryou turned to look at his master, unsure of what that meant. Bakura held up a white leather collar, fastening it around Ryou’s neck and pulling his hair out of the way. A leash hooked to the collar, and with that Bakura led his slave downstairs.

“A good slave needs to have good endurance,” Bakura said matter-of-factly as he pulled Ryou into the living room. “Among other things – but we can work on those later. Stay here.” Bakura went off into the other rooms while Ryou stood quietly, wondering what Bakura had planned. Bakura came back carrying what looked like a gym weight and set it down on one of the chairs. The imprinted text said 25 lbs. Ryou wasn’t sure how he was supposed to lift any weights while his arms were basically immobile, and he wasn’t really the weight-lifting type in any case.

Instead, Bakura also had a roll of twine and proceeded to wind it around Ryou’s cock and balls, similar to what he had done the day before. Ryou groaned as the twine tightened; he had already been aroused and this was not helping. He moaned uncertainly as Bakura pulled him over to where the weight was sitting and proceeded to tie the other ends of the twine to the heavy piece of metal. Surely Bakura wasn’t expecting him to lift it this way? Once Bakura had finished tying, he picked the weight up off the chair and looked up at Ryou with a smirk. He lowered his hands, the weight lowering with it. Ryou crouched down slightly, trying to keep the twine from pulling on him.

“Spread your legs,” Bakura ordered, and Ryou obeyed. Bakura lowered the weight more and more, and Ryou was forced to squat down. The heavy weight finally reached the ground and Ryou’s legs were protesting the tense, low squat that he was in. He wanted very much to just sit on his knees, but he didn’t think that was the point.

“Better stay where you are, slave,” Bakura said. He roughly stroked Ryou’s cock, then left the room. Ryou could hear Bakura’s footsteps as he went upstairs. Groaning in frustration, Ryou looked down at his predicament. He couldn’t stand up straight with 25 pounds tied to his balls, his arms were useless and if he changed his position to make himself more comfortable he was sure to get punished. His only choice? Find out just how far his endurance could take him.

It didn’t take long for Ryou’s legs to start hurting; soon they began to shake with the effort of holding him up in that position. Bakura still hadn’t returned. If he ever did, Ryou was going to beg him to let him go. In the back of his mind Ryou vaguely thought that there was nothing stopping him from sitting down on his knees aside from Bakura’s orders and a fear of punishment, but that was all he needed. His will would not give out before his muscles.

However, it appeared that his muscles would not last much longer. The lactic acid build-up was really starting to hurt. He began to feel somewhat light-headed; his mouth was gagged and he couldn’t seem to get enough air through his nose. Ryou was unsure of how long he had been standing there, but it was too long for his legs. Finally, his strength gave out and Ryou fell forward onto his knees. He cried out as he fell too far forward and the twine pulled taut. He just barely had the energy to scoot back so that the twine was lax again. Hearing footsteps, Ryou looked up to see Bakura standing over him. How did he do that?

Ryou whined into his gag, praying that his master would have mercy on him. To his surprise Bakura actually smiled and ruffled his hair affectionately. “You lasted longer than I thought you would,” he said. Taking the leash he pulled Ryou up, but Ryou’s legs were shaking so much that he could barely stand. Bakura set him onto the couch and pushed his legs apart.

“We’ll try a different kind of endurance,” Bakura said with a slight grin. “You cannot come, is that clear?” Ryou nodded automatically, but he was frightened. Perhaps this was punishment for falling during the endurance training, or maybe this really was another kind of training. All he knew was that he really hadn’t demonstrated much control when it came to orgasms.

Bakura ran his fingers feather-like up and down Ryou’s cock, causing his slave to squirm. Ryou’s immediate reaction was to close his legs, but Bakura hit the inside of his thigh and told him to keep his legs apart. With that he began to lick Ryou’s quickly hardening length, eliciting moan after moan. Ryou writhed on the couch, his arms straining against the tight leather of the glove as he tried to keep the overwhelming reactions of his body in check. If he could just keep control…

This proved difficult as Bakura took Ryou’s cock into his mouth. The intense warmth that suddenly surrounded him caused Ryou to buck his hips forward automatically. Bakura’s hands caressed their way up Ryou’s chest to pinch and twist his nipples. Ryou tried to focus on that sensation instead, hoping it would distract from Bakura’s talented mouth, but the throbbing heat between his legs was proving hard to ignore.

“Mmrrrmph…” Ryou let out a low groan of frustration. He wanted it so bad, but… his master had ordered him not to! Ryou was just about to lose control when the heat disappeared. Bakura leaned back and contemplated his panting, shaking slave.

“Hmm… a bit better… Considering that you had no control before, this was a slight improvement.” Ryou sighed in relief. He was still harder than Chinese algebra, but it looked like he might, for once, escape punishment. Bakura pulled his slave forward by his leash, removed his gag and kissed him. Ryou was hoping that Bakura would actually let him come, but was instead disappointed and bewildered as Bakura grabbed… a feather duster?

Ryou had no time to protest or respond as Bakura stuck the handle of the duster in Ryou’s mouth. Ryou moaned unhappily but Bakura ignored him, instead stroking the leather encasing Ryou’s trapped arms. “Maybe I can have him make you a little maid outfit, too…” Bakura murmured. Ryou felt his cheeks color; he sincerely hoped that was just an idle threat. Bakura chuckled, gave Ryou’s length a squeeze and stood up.

“Get every spot in the living room – and do the kitchen while you’re at it!” Ryou looked up at his master pitifully, but Bakura just smirked. “Meeting that addiction of yours has a price, slave,” and with that he left.

A/N: Wow, that took a while. :P Thanks to everybody for your comments, reviews, suggestions and so on; I plan on taking a few of them into account. *hint hint* Continue to suggest stuff, I’m always looking for ideas. Some mentioned that I talked about bringing in Malik/Mariku at some point, and yes, I still plan on doing that. Eventually. >> By the way, I do have another one-shot fic that, sadly, has only one review so far. T_T It’s Yami/Yugi and also features bondage, so go have a look! And don’t forget to review on this one.