Backward Affection

Backward Affection

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Chapter One: Mind Game

Warnings: LEMON, SMBD relationships, bondage and romance baby!

Pairings: Ryuzaki/Haga

DEDICATION: This plot came to me from an idea I had in a review for my first R/H PWP ‘Trained Idiot’. I promised her I’d post her name and make sure I labeled this idea copy written under HER so don’t go off stealin’ it without askin’ her permission first. Not that any of you honest people would *rolls eyes*. Anyway, this ones for you: RexandWeevilfanJessica98020 (from AdultFanFiction.net), and thanks for the idea! Enjoy your fic babe!

Disclaimer: I do not claim rights to any YuGiOh references or character names. Don't sue me!

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“Sit.” I say firmly, watching the dog do as he had been commanded to do so and tossed his well-worn tennis ball into the air. The three-year-old Great Dane barely had to jerk his head back in order to catch the toy before he ran off to circle the large back yard I owned.

I sighed, pushing my hat off and placed isidesides my lawn chair on the smooth wood of my porch. It was a sunny day today, and hot as hell. I hated the summer believe it or not, and taking the moment to close my eyes and relax I lean back comfortably in my chair. My pet’s head is in my lap the next minute, his ball rolling out of his mouth and on my crotch. I chuckle softly before opening my eyes and throwing his toy again. He was such a good dog, the black and white fur of his coat nice and clean from his bath yesterday.

I stood after that, brushing my pants off and leaving my hat where I had dropped it, before turning to go back inside my much cooler house.

“Marble!” I call, and the dog barks before following, forgetting his one toy in favor of the others he knows are inside and I close the screen door behind him. I yawn briefly behind my hand and pad across the pristine white carpet into the den, flopping onto the black leather couch lazily.

Due to the lack of having something better to do I flick the wide screen TV on and relax back into cushcushions. I quickly find nothing on any channel, and flick through them continuously without really watching them. I stop, however, and my eyes unglaze as I blink to see the screen clearly when I find the face of a person I wanted in my bed. The show was part of a Duelist Championship Interview and there was a reporter talking to the young man, who as habit kept pushing thin wired glasses up his pointed nose.

I licked my lips subconsciously, watching the boy’s lips move and his blue gray eyes alternate between the man questioning him and the camera. He was bifuliful, and without control I felt my jeans grow smaller, my faithful right hand moving on it’s own to remedy the problem.

I took in a deep breath when I released my growing erection into my palm, holding it firmly in a fist before locking my eyes onto the screen in front of me, watching the young man that had struck my interest in the pleasure department. As if on cue the camera angled back, showing the news reporter and Insector Haga completely from head to toe, and I groaned along with my imagination as I undressee yoe young man with my mind. I pictured his skin to be pale and soft, body defined muscularly but not too noticeable and most of his height in his legs. He was graceful and refined when he moved, and instantly a picture of him crawling towards me on his hands and knees like a nude human-kitten popped into view, and as a result my hips jerked at the rush of lust that came with it.

I distantly heard the reporter and Haga coming close to the end of their discussion and began pumping my hand faster, my other squirming into my boxers to play with my balls. It worked, quickening the feelings and the wave of pleasure as it crashed around inside my gut, and all it took to tip the scale into a tsunami was the final close up shot the camera pulled on Haga. I groaned huskily as my essence pushed out of my body violently and onto my lap, my legs spasming slightly before I finally settled.

I looked back in time to see the boy actually attempting an empty smirk before turning away. He’s always been camera shy, I’ve noticed, and I grin saucily at his back before the camera moves to another duelist. I’d be down there, but I hadn’t felt like flying all the way out to America for some bullshit tournament where they invited mostly amateurs to enter. Come to think of it, I hadn’t really heard the reason Haga said he’d joined in the first place but didn’t give it a second thought before shutting down the entertainment system.

I disappeared into my bathroom after that for a few minutes to clean up and change jeans.

It was about three, and like I had promised I took out my laptop, booted it up and got online. I had started a website a couple years ago, and much to my surprise, literally thousands of people had joined. You see, the name of the web page was ‘Spin Ar’, a’, and it hosted BDSM relationships, advice, a chat room, it even hosted a hot line and tournaments between couples. Sue me for my fetish but I was tired of belonging to bullshit cults that allowed Doms to hurt their Subs if they got out of line, which was not right. The Submissives always had a Safe Word, no matter what the circumstances unless it was a Master/Slave type set up. Then there was a completely different set of guidelines.

I sighed, logging in under my screen name ‘God’ and sitting back as the screen altered. About thirty people were there today seeing as how most of the others were at work, and I relaxed into my computer chair after I took the time to greet the room. Immediately one of my Assistant Managers popped up in a private chat box, rambling on senselessly and all though it was on line with no sound the woman was annoying the hell out of me. Her name was ‘Apostle Rose’; she’s never before been with anyone and the fact that shs ths the only virgin in this club made her almost illegal. You had to have experience to join, unless you had come to lose it specifically, but I couldn’t kick the girl out. Her father was my boss, and although the sick old bastard didn’t care about my downtime hobbies he did care about his ‘little girl’ being treated with respect. I snorted and minimized the talk box, ignoring whatever else she had to say.

I sorted through lis list of visitors, finding a few I knew personally and opened around four talk boxes, setting up a private chat room for us and greeted them.

‘God’: Good afternoon.
’Spirit Star’: Sup.
’Android Blue’: Hello God, how’s it been?
’God’: All right I guess.
’Crystal Whip’: Ok, enough chitchat. Let’s hear the details for this summer’s ‘Bondage Bash’ in Highland.
’God’: The one in August or November?
’Crystal Whip’: August. Novembers in autumn you doosh.
’God’: *laughs* I knew that.
’Venus’: It’s at Second Hand’s loft on Lilley and Haggerty. It starts at nine pm and he requires that you come fully clothed in normal attire, but bring the outfits you wish to wear for the contest so that you can change once your indoors. He has picky neighbors, and I believe he mentioned one was a cop.
’God’: Took the words right out of my mouth.
’Venus’: Sorry.
’God’: No, don’t worry about it. Anything else Crystal?
’Crystal Whip’: Nah, I gotta get going. I have to pick up Pink Flame in ten. I’ll be back on tonight though, later God.
’God’: Goodbye.

I yawn into my hand suddenly, surprised at how tired I am and lean back, watching the conversation about the festival travel between Android Blue and Spirit Star, Venus staying quiet. He always was that way, but that only made me want to meet him more. His shyness in the social department but his knowledge of the games had always reminded me of Haga; how the boy was quiet and withdrawn but had mastered Duel Monsters in his own way. I hummed in the back of my throat, tapping the desk with my finger before leaning forward into the keyboard once more, resolutely beginning to type.

‘God’: Could I speak to you privately Venus?

There was no answer for a while, Android Blue and Spirit Star pausing in their chat due to curiosity and I waited patiently.

‘Venus’: Of course, God.

I smile at the boy’s manners, and say goodbye to the others before taking and inviting Venus into a separate room. He followed, and we said nothing between us for a few minutes as I thought of what I could say in order to get this boy to meet me somewhere. I wanted to talk to him, wanted to see what he looked like, and maybe use him as a replacement for the person I could not have. It sounded horrible on my part I know, but I couldn’t help it.

‘God’: Your profile says you’re a Submissive in search of a Dom.
’Venus’: Yes, that’s right.
’God’: What are you looking for exactly?
’Venus’: I’d like to be controlled completely; I don’t want any real freedom when it comes to sex but I still want affection.
’God’: Understandable. Did you have anyone in mind as of now?
’Venus’: No.

I smirked again, a little wider this time and tap my fingers lightly across the keys without pressing down. This was perfect, and I could almost feel the wheels in my head turning rapidly as I quickly put together a plan to get this boy.

‘God’: Alright Venus, I’m going to be straightforward with you. I’ve been curious for some time now, and I wasn’t sure how to approach the subject with you being so, how can I say this, shy?

He doesn’t reply, but I know he’s reading still.

‘God’: I don’t usually do this but I had a feeling you’d respect it more if I asked, in a rather bold and clear manner. Would you be interested in becoming mine?

Another moment where he says nothing, and although I’m really anxious about having someone after a few weeks of no one I’m still tolerant.

‘Venus’: I would very much like that. I haven’t been involved in quite some time, I think this relationship could work wonders, for the both of us.
’God’: Excellent, I was hoping you’d agree.
’Venus’: I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting you in real life though, and I know a Sub should expect to be fulfilling the Dom’s pleasures over their own, but would I be guaranteed my preferences, and requests?
’God’: I can give you what you want, as you’ve asked and specified, but in return I have a request of my own.
’Venus’: And that is?
’God’: That you become my Slave instead of my Sub. Although I have my own rules about putting together such a serious relationship I’ve gotten tired of one-week flings, sometimes shorter than that, and I want something to last. Now, if you disagree than that’s fine, you get to make the decision, but I really think you would like this experience.

I hover over the keyboard now, waiting to type eagerly and watch the screen intently. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath as the hesitation this time stretched far. I could feel the tug on my mind that told me not to let this one go, and as I waited I felt like a love-struck schoolgirl.

‘Venus’: I agree. Longer relationships tend to work better than ‘flings’, as you’ve put it. Wheouldould you like me to meet you then?

I wanted to laugh, and I did, letting my head fall back as I let the fact that I hon son so easily sink in. The young man was mine, not just a Sub but a Slave, and calming myself down I began to imagine what life would be like. When I was normal once more I leant forward.

‘God’: Where do you live?
’Venus’: I live in Domino City, Japan, but right now I’m in America.
’God’: That’s fine. For now though, listen carefully, I want you to contact me from the airport as soon as you return. You will give me directions to your hfromfrom there and I’ll give you two hours to pack before I meet you. We’ll work out details later but you will be staying with me in my house for an extended period of time so I suggest you make the arrangements and bring one or two things you want that you can keep yourself occupied with when I am not with you. Don’t worry about clothes or food, I will provide all you need. Understand?
’Venus’: Yes, sir.

After I had given him my home number, as well as my cell I had logged off. I was too excited to be able to talk with anyone else, and rocked in the computer chair I was seated in. In just a week or so I’d finally have my own Slave, and the jittery feeling I had in my stomach refused to leave me be. Turning off my laptop I stood, intent on setting up the house the way I needed it to be and bringing out the toys I would have to use.

This was going to prove to be a most memorable event that I was not going to forget anytime soon, and as I red red my bedroom I felt pride swirl in my chest. I’d always wanted a Slave, someone connected to me by contract as strong as marriage and someone completely under my control and protection.

It was actually kind of a turn on.

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“Alright, thanks Cody. Yeah, talk to you tonight.”

I hung up the phone after that, busily scribbling addresses and phone numbers on a piece of paper before shoving it into my pocket. I had talked to Venus almost non-stop for the past four days, and just last night he said he’d be getting on his flight back home at around nine pm. I was filled to the brim with nervous energy, but it was a good kind of anxiousness. I wasn’t scared that I was going to screw things up because I was too proud for that, and everything had already been arranged to be perfect.

My old college buddy Cody had gotten me into ‘La Shish’, a five star restaurant for almost nothing, and for that kind of place that was amazing. It was probably the most expensive diner on the map and not only did I get a big discount but I got reservations for tonight just now. Usually if you wanted to eat there you had to call three days in advance. Yeah, I felt pretty lucky about that one.

But other than dinner I had my house the way I wanted it, exactly, I had Marble, my dog over at one of my best friend’s house for the week and I had just gotten back from the store with brand new toys. I was completely and wholly prepared, and I loved it. Standing now though from my desk I picked up a packet of papers, the ones Venus would have to sign, and walked out of my office and to my kitchen. I had been too busy earlier to eat breakfast, and now I was starving.

I put the contract on the counter and opened the refrigerator, grabbing the carton of orange juice and the small container of butter. I barely even registered my own movements as I put together a quick little thing of toast and sat down with it, eating as I went over the contracts once more. It was a personalized bond, made to specifically target Venus’s interests and the things he wanted, as well as my general ground rules. I would explain the details when he moved in later today.

As if one cue my home phone rang, and I jumped up to get it.

“Hello?”
”God?” I smiled, knowing automatically who it was.
”Good morning Venus, I didn’t expect your call so soon.”
”I was in Hawaii, so the flight was faster.”
”Ah. Well, I guess I should fax your contract over now then shouldn’t I?”
”Yes, that would be most helpful. Do you still have the number?”
”Of course I do, all I need now is your address.”
”All right. My apartment is in the Symphony Heights Complex at the intersection of Lilley and Palmer, the number is 118 and you’ll have to page the front desk to let you in if I’m not there.”

I quickly wrote down what he’d said, and stood to move back into my office with the contracts. I turned on my fax machine as I finished my directions.

“Ok, I have it. Now, you have two hours before I meet you, and after you have the contracts signed I want you waiting for me on your knees in front of the door. Have it unlocked.”
”All right.”
”Hold your papers, signed, in your lap with your bag at your side. You shouldn’t be bringing anything that won’t fit in one gym bag so I don’t expect more than that. You’ll keep your head down until I say otherwise and after that I’ll bring you back to my home. Understood?”
”Yes sir.”
”Good. I’ll be seeing you in a little while, remember what I told you. Goodbye.”
”Goodbye.”

I clicked the receiver off just as the machine in front of me took in the papers to copy and send before I turned the fax on stand by. I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my bangs before walking back out to finish what was left of my make-shift breakfast, subconsciously checking over the set up of my house as I went.

For the next hour or so I had watched the clock nonp, dp, drumming my fingers and fiddling with just about everything. I think I swept the tile floors of my kitchen three times but I wasn’t worrying about that. I had given up the silence after that, pulling out my laptop on the dining room table and booting it on to my website. I checked stats, answered e-mails, helped ‘Crushed Lily’ with today’s advice page and briefly went through and altered the settings on the main page, posting a new front picture and changing the color scheme a bit. I ended up back in thet rot rooms and was assaulted immediately by ‘Crystal Whip’.

‘Crystal Whip’: You!
’God’: Me?
’Crystal Whip’: Yes, you! What’s this shit I’ve been hearing about you actually claiming a Slave?
’God’: I don’t know, what is it?
’Crystal Whip’: Don’t bullshit me you lucky bastard. Do you know HOW long I’ve been trying to persuade Pink Flame to become MY Slave?!
’God’: *laughs* That’s only because PF is a woman. They’re very temperamental when it comes to this kind of thing.
’Crystal Whip’: Oh, and now I suppose your going to tell me something like, ‘and this is why you should be gay’.
’God’: Should I?
’Crystal Whip’: Shut up.
’God’: *laughs*
’Crystal Whip’: You’d better be bringing the guy to Bondage Bash. I wanna meet a person who’d willing skip the part of Sub and go straight intove.
ve.
’God’: Oh don’t worry, you’ll meet him, and maybe even sooner than the Bash. Depending on how he learns I may or may not need your…’help’.
’Crystal Whip’: Ha! No problem!
’God’: Good to know. Hey, speaking of which I should be leaving to go pick him up now. Don’t worry, I’ll be on later but don’t hold me to it.
’Crystal Whip’: Yeah yeah, go have your fun.
’God’: I will. Later.
’Crystal Whip’: Bye.

I chuckled once more to myself before scanning through the chat list, reading through people’s names out of habit before logging off and shutting the computer down. I looked at my watch again and sighed, standing and grabbing my car keys before leaving.

~*~

I parked parallel across the street from the complex building Venus had told me to go to, getting out and walking towards the front door and paged the front desk. The door buzzed and I walked inside, stopping to speak with the secretary.

“Excuse me, do you know if the occupants of 118 have arrived back from America yet?”

The lady smiled sweetly, obviously flirting and I gave her the benefit of the doubt by making it seem mutual. Maybe she’d make this easier on me; most apartment staff wouldn’t let you in even if you knew everything about the person you were looking for, from room number down to their eye color.

“Yes sir, he just got back just over an hour and a half ago. He left a message for me though, addressed to a man code named ‘God’.”
”That’s me. What’s it say?”
”It’s just to let you know that he’s waiting for you.”

I smiled and thanked her before leaving, heading towards the elevator after asking her where the room was exactly. The machine took me to the second floor and I walked casually down the bright hallway, glancing slowly from left to right before coming to stop in front of the door of my new Slave’s old home. I took another quiet breath before testing the handle, and then pushing the door open.

The sight that met me though, almost took that breath away.

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TBC…

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AH! WHAT’S HAGA’S FAMILY NAME IN JAPANESE?!?! TELL ME SOMEONE PLEASE! All right I’m ok.