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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult
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Sixteen
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Sixteen
“Why am I here again?” he growls to his stepfather.
“To have fun, boy!”
“Here? What could possibly be fun here?”
Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, Gozaboro propels his stepson inside. Frowning with anger and resentment, Seto peers at his shady surroundings. A strip club. Why in the gods’ names his stepfather thought he’d have fun here is beyond him.
“You’re a man now, Seto,” Gozoboro bellows, slapping him on the back. “It’s time you enjoyed yourself like one!”
Seto frowns deeper, following angrily behind him. Turning 18 certainly wasn’t living up to hype if this is what it meant to “be a man”.
Begrudgingly, he follows his stepfather into a small room. As the door is closed behind him, he takes in his new surroundings. There is a small stage with a pole in its center and four chairs. He nearly falls over when Gozaboro slaps him in the back again.
“Get ready, boy,” he commands, urging him into the seat closest to the stage. “Our own little private dancer will be out in a minute.”
With a resigned sigh, he seats himself and waits for the event to begin. It’s bad enough being forced into a place like this, but to have his stepfather looking over his shoulder is simply unbearable.
After about two minutes, the lights dim and seductive dance music fills the small area. A few moments later, a slim figure clad in a long, black, hooded robe steps onto the stage from a hidden door.
The figure begins ‘working’ the pole, rubbing their torso against it, sliding a perfectly toned leg slowly through a slit in the robe up and down it, caressing it with manicured fingers and slim arms, all the while keeping the hood on and the robe draped around their body. Despite himself, Seto can feel the arousal growing in his pants.
The figure turns their back to the small audience and flops the hood off of their head. Long, tri-colored locks adorn the petit head. Slowly the robe slides down revealing the slightly curled edge of those luscious locks sliding against a bronzed back, the color oddly exotic against the hair. In one move, the robe hits the floor, perfectly timed with the end of the song.
As a new song starts, the figure begins ‘working’ the pole again without turning around. Breathing becoming erratic, Seto takes in the slim waste and taught thighs beneath the very short schoolgirl skirt. As he watches the seductive moves and gyrations of the hips nearly right in his face, he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his pants becoming unbearably tight.
‘She’s good,’ he thinks to himself as he catches a glimpse of the black thong and bare butt cheeks briefly revealed in an enticing flash.
The long hair snaps back as the figure bends back, both hands on the pole, leaning far enough for Seto to peer into bright crimson eyes and to also realize his mistake. ‘She’ is a ‘he’.
Which only arouses Seto more.
Had Gozaboro finally figured out his preference and done this for his birthday? Maybe he’d misjudged the man.
‘Or not’, he frowns as his stepfather stands, obviously livid.
“What the hell is this?” he bellows at the man on stage, causing him to lose his balance and fall right into Seto’s lap.
“Get off of him!” his stepfather rages, snatching the man up by his arm and tossing him back onto the stage, unconcerned when the slim form slams painfully into the pole.
Seto jumps up in his defense.
“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just assault him!”
“He tricked us and he should pay!” his stepfather bellows even louder.
“Don’t be ridiculous! He’s just doing his job! Why don’t you go beat up the person who set this up?”
“For once, you’re making sense, boy.” He grins evilly. “Get the car to take you home. I’ll handle this.”
He slams open the door and storms out. Seto turns to the quivering form. Climbing up on the stage, he carefully picks up the discarded robe.
“Are you alright?” he inquires, draping the robe about the smaller man’s shoulders.
“M-My back hurts,” he stutters.
“I’m sorry. My father shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s okay. I’ll live.”
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yes.”
“Then I guess I should go.”
Hopping from stage, he turns back to the young man standing up painfully.
“What’s your name,” Seto inquires.
The other eyes him suspiciously.
“Why?”
Seto grins, allowing the lust to show in his eyes and face.
“So I know who to ask for when I come back.”
“Yami,” he smiles lightly. “Yami Atemu.”
“Seto Kaiba. I’ll see you tomorrow, Yami Atemu.”
“And I’ll see you tomorrow, Seto Kaiba.”
A wicked grin crosses both their faces before they exit the small room.
Sixteen
“Why am I here again?” he growls to his stepfather.
“To have fun, boy!”
“Here? What could possibly be fun here?”
Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, Gozaboro propels his stepson inside. Frowning with anger and resentment, Seto peers at his shady surroundings. A strip club. Why in the gods’ names his stepfather thought he’d have fun here is beyond him.
“You’re a man now, Seto,” Gozoboro bellows, slapping him on the back. “It’s time you enjoyed yourself like one!”
Seto frowns deeper, following angrily behind him. Turning 18 certainly wasn’t living up to hype if this is what it meant to “be a man”.
Begrudgingly, he follows his stepfather into a small room. As the door is closed behind him, he takes in his new surroundings. There is a small stage with a pole in its center and four chairs. He nearly falls over when Gozaboro slaps him in the back again.
“Get ready, boy,” he commands, urging him into the seat closest to the stage. “Our own little private dancer will be out in a minute.”
With a resigned sigh, he seats himself and waits for the event to begin. It’s bad enough being forced into a place like this, but to have his stepfather looking over his shoulder is simply unbearable.
After about two minutes, the lights dim and seductive dance music fills the small area. A few moments later, a slim figure clad in a long, black, hooded robe steps onto the stage from a hidden door.
The figure begins ‘working’ the pole, rubbing their torso against it, sliding a perfectly toned leg slowly through a slit in the robe up and down it, caressing it with manicured fingers and slim arms, all the while keeping the hood on and the robe draped around their body. Despite himself, Seto can feel the arousal growing in his pants.
The figure turns their back to the small audience and flops the hood off of their head. Long, tri-colored locks adorn the petit head. Slowly the robe slides down revealing the slightly curled edge of those luscious locks sliding against a bronzed back, the color oddly exotic against the hair. In one move, the robe hits the floor, perfectly timed with the end of the song.
As a new song starts, the figure begins ‘working’ the pole again without turning around. Breathing becoming erratic, Seto takes in the slim waste and taught thighs beneath the very short schoolgirl skirt. As he watches the seductive moves and gyrations of the hips nearly right in his face, he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his pants becoming unbearably tight.
‘She’s good,’ he thinks to himself as he catches a glimpse of the black thong and bare butt cheeks briefly revealed in an enticing flash.
The long hair snaps back as the figure bends back, both hands on the pole, leaning far enough for Seto to peer into bright crimson eyes and to also realize his mistake. ‘She’ is a ‘he’.
Which only arouses Seto more.
Had Gozaboro finally figured out his preference and done this for his birthday? Maybe he’d misjudged the man.
‘Or not’, he frowns as his stepfather stands, obviously livid.
“What the hell is this?” he bellows at the man on stage, causing him to lose his balance and fall right into Seto’s lap.
“Get off of him!” his stepfather rages, snatching the man up by his arm and tossing him back onto the stage, unconcerned when the slim form slams painfully into the pole.
Seto jumps up in his defense.
“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just assault him!”
“He tricked us and he should pay!” his stepfather bellows even louder.
“Don’t be ridiculous! He’s just doing his job! Why don’t you go beat up the person who set this up?”
“For once, you’re making sense, boy.” He grins evilly. “Get the car to take you home. I’ll handle this.”
He slams open the door and storms out. Seto turns to the quivering form. Climbing up on the stage, he carefully picks up the discarded robe.
“Are you alright?” he inquires, draping the robe about the smaller man’s shoulders.
“M-My back hurts,” he stutters.
“I’m sorry. My father shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s okay. I’ll live.”
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yes.”
“Then I guess I should go.”
Hopping from stage, he turns back to the young man standing up painfully.
“What’s your name,” Seto inquires.
The other eyes him suspiciously.
“Why?”
Seto grins, allowing the lust to show in his eyes and face.
“So I know who to ask for when I come back.”
“Yami,” he smiles lightly. “Yami Atemu.”
“Seto Kaiba. I’ll see you tomorrow, Yami Atemu.”
“And I’ll see you tomorrow, Seto Kaiba.”
A wicked grin crosses both their faces before they exit the small room.