Honey Pot

Honey Pot by Hestia

Nakajima Hideaki stalked across the campus towards the tennis courts. Two weeks had passed since he’d decided to make Naruse Yukihiko his personal honey pot, and he’d not done anything to make it happen yet. He’d been researching, planning, and observing, and finally this morning his body had shown him it was time to just act. Hide wasn’t the type to have wet dreams, and while he had woken up with his share of morning erections, he didn’t usually spend a good twenty minutes lost in a fantasy, rubbing his cock raw. Damn, he really was a little sore down there! He wasn’t supposed to be the one suffering!

In all his relationships, Nakajima-san was the cold one. He’d been told his eyes were icy blue, and he had no heart. It was ridiculous that he was jealous of—Hideaki stopped abruptly, blocking the path. Jealousy wasn’t his style; a moment of mild envy, yes, of course, but jealousy, I-want-to-beat-you-up jealousy, was something new for him.

“Hey, hey, don’t block the path! Out of the way, Nakajima-san! I’ve got to make a living! Watch it!”

But Hide grabbed Taki right off of his bike, which flew a little way further and fell down on the path with a clatter.

“Oooph! My bike!”

“Shut up, Take,” said Hide carrying the little redhead off the path and behind the small shed that Ito-kun had once been locked in by the Terrible Twosome, the Ozawa twins. The redhead found himself pressed up against the wall of the shed with the student council vice president looming over him.

“What, what? Eh, are you mad at me?” asked Taki, some of his normal brash confidence disappearing.

Hide just started down at Taki—his hair and body looked a little like Keita’s, but the resemblance was so minimal that it couldn’t be the reason that Naruse was spending so much time with him. Ok, so they were friends, just friends. What the hell should he say to Shunsuke? Those fangs of his were now biting his lip, and he looked a little scared. Memories of this morning rushed back into Hide’s head, and he snarled a little. Taki quivered, and suddenly Hide’s cock was hurting from getting a little erect inside a pair of tight briefs, not from being stroked savagely for far too long earlier today.

Yes, yes, there was a charm to Taki Shunsuke he hadn’t realized. Hide’s left hand rose up and went around Taki’s neck, pinning it against the shed. His right gripped that green hooded sweatshirt of Taki’s and tugged, exposing his pale white neck fully as well as a little bit of collarbone. Hide leaned in and licked up from that bone to Taki’s ear and then bit his earlobe. “Be careful, Shunsuke-kun,” he whispered. “If you get in my way, I’ll punish you for it. You’ve been warned.”

When he pulled back, Shunsuke’s opened mouth and wide eyes pleased him. Adjusting his glasses, Hide turned around and walked away, leaving the redhead silent and clinging to the shed wall for support.

Dammit! He couldn’t go see Naruse now—he was close to being out of control. But somehow his feet kept taking him towards the tennis courts. There he was, his honey pot! Shit, he was almost fully hard now. That long honey blonde hair with a slight curl to it was back in a ponytail and flying as Naruse moved back and forth on the court with a grace and speed that made it look easy. He was laughing and talking, breathing easily despite the fast pace of the practice. I’m probably breathing harder, thought Hide crossly, frowning and shutting his eyes. I need to get this together, he told himself.

He opened his eyes and looked right into the beautiful green eyes of Yukihiko, who was saying something to him. He had to be saying something because his lips were moving. But for the first time in his life, Hideaki’s body failed him. It wouldn’t let him look and hear, and it seemed to think that his heart needed to run a 100-meter dash and be under the impression his cock was competing in a pole-vault competition.

“Hideaki-kun!” Now that got through to him—his name almost shouted from Naruse’s lips. Yes, yes, he was going to shout that name quite a bit.

“Yes, Yukihiko-kun?” he asked smiling. And Naruse’s mouth feel open, and he took a step back.

“Oh, Nakajimaka-kun, are you ok? You look like you are ill. Why don’t you come into the clubhouse and sit down for a bit? Hey, Kakeru and Wataru, help Nakajimaka-kun into the clubhouse and get him some water. When he feels better, I want you to walk him over to the nurse’s office—hey, hey Nakajimaka-kun, I don’t think you should be walking right now!”

But Hide was already striding away, his nostrils flaring, his hands starting to curl into fists. He was definitely going back to his dorm. The twins caught up with him as he turned the corner, following him quietly, showing more sense than he had credited them with. They followed him all the way to his room in silence. He shut and locked the door behind him without saying one word to them, and in a few minutes he had forgotten them.

Damn! I need to fuck! It’s been too long! I’ve never lost it like this! I didn’t even hear what he said to me—I just saw those eyes, and I was back in my fantasy. Groaning, Hide stripped and pulled out his hidden tube of lube and a got himself a hand towel. Eyes shut he remembered this morning’s dream and his fantasy after waking from it . . .


“Honey, you’re so cute!” said Naruse putting his arms on Taki Shunsuke’s. “These tennis clothes look so good on you! I’ll personally train you, Honey!”

“Eh, Yukihiko, I thought Keita was your Honey!” said Taki in that Kansai Ben dialect that irritated Hide.

“Ah, yes, Keita-kun, he is adorable, but he’s Endo-kun’s boyfriend now. I’m lonely. Won’t you be my Honey, Shunsuke-kun?”

“Not your Honey, but I’ll be your little Strawberry, Yukihiko!”

“My little Strawberry! Oh, come into the locker room with me, Strawberry!”

The two of them moved into the locker room, kissing and groping. The tennis shirts, shorts, and sneakers were soon shed, and then Naruse was pushing his fingers into a squirming Taki who was scattering the papers on the clubhouse table everywhere as he rolled and moaned. Naruse slicked up his hard cock and positioned himself to thrust into Taki—


He’d woken up there. And then his hand had found his erection, and he’d taken his revenge in a fantasy . . .

Naruse let out a squeal as his tennis racket smacked down on his ass, leaving a nice print of the strings. “Please, Hide, please, not my racket! Anything but my racket!” The blonde’s arms were bound behind his back. He was on that table top, his head twisting back over his shoulder, his green eyes full of tears, begging, “Hide! Hide! Please, use your hand, your belt, anything but my tennis racket!”

“You’re mine, Yukihiko, and you were fucking Taki!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! But I’m a seme! I need my Honeys, Hide!”

“What you need, Yukihiko, is punished! You want strawberries? I’ll turn your ass into a giant pair of strawberries!” And he smacked those squirming white asscheeks until they were red all over. And then he spread wide those thighs that powered the tennis captain across the court and thrust in. Tight! And as he slammed into his uke, he grasped that blonde ponytail and jerked.

“Ahhh! Hide, please!” came the immediate cry, and that ass tightened around his throbbing dick as Naruse responded to the pain of his head being jerked back. “Oh, please, no, not so deep! No! Please, my asscheeks are so sore!”

But those cried only made Hide thrust in harder, slamming his hips into those reddened cheeks. This was his! His to fuck! His to spank! He thrust in and out, jerking on those beautiful blonde locks, slapping that red ass, feeling his lover tighten, convulse, sob, and scream.

“Shut him up, Shunsuke!” he ordered, for the frightened redhead was still there. “You’re his lover, so shove that cock of yours in his mouth, fuck that noisy throat of his deep and hard. Do it! This is how I punish my lover! Do you want to find out how I punish my enemy?”

And then the slender boy was sticking his cute little cock into Naruse’s mouth. Hide held that blonde head with one hand, supported himself with the other on the table, and keep fucking the crying tennis captain, watching Naruse’s would-be lover feed him dick. The little redhead’s fangs were showing now as he panted and moaned, “I’m sorry, Senpai! I’m sorry! Oh, god, oh god! Yes! Yes, take it all inside, all of it!”

And as Hide rocked in and out of Naruse, he watch the redhead move faster and faster, now trying to push his small balls into that mouth, too. Yes, this was how to punish the slut who dared to fuck another man! Look at him—cock in his throat and in his ass, the marks of his spanking fresh and dark, tears on his face—so beautiful, so fucking beautiful! And then Taki was coming, pulling out, his cum splashing on that pretty face, on those lips that only Hide was supposed to kiss. The sight of that cum on Naruse’s face made him shoot his own load deep inside.

But it wasn’t enough—no, not nearly enough punishment. He motioned for Taki to come round to Naruse’s ass. He picked up the tennis racket and thrust it into that gaping, dripping hole between those red, red cheeks. “Fuck him with his own racket, Taki, and pinch that red ass of his if he clamps down and doesn’t take it! And then he was at the other end of the table, watching as Yukihiko moaned and writhed on the table. He pulled the head up, putting his half-hard cock into his lover’s mouth. “Suck me, suck me so I’m hard enough to fuck you again, and I’ll let Taki take the racket out of your ass. Show me how sorry you are, and how much you want my cock in your ass!”

And looking into those tear-filled green eyes, he pushed forward. “You want a new Honey, Yukihiko? I’ll give you some of my honey; I’ll shoot it down your throat. You aren’t a seme, Naruse Yukihiko, and you better get used to it.” And then, hard again, he’d held his uke’s face and thrust in again and again, watching his cock vanish into that wide open pink mouth, and that tennis racket move in and out of that red ass in front of him.

Then Taki was begging, begging to be able to fuck his Yukihiko. “See, Yuki-chan, even your own uke wants to fuck you! You’re a uke’s uke!” He pulled out of the blonde and lifted him in his arms, holding him, feeling his quivering and sobbing. Taki sat on the table, slicked his cock, and then Hide reached around his hands on those beaten asscheeks, pulling them apart and pushed Naruse down on Taki’s small cock. Naruse’s bound arms were against Taki’s chest and his thin arms reached around him, groping for his cock.

“No! Touch that cock again without my order or permission, Shunsuke, and I’ll castrate you!” The redhead whimpered, and his hands vanished.

“Hide! Hide! Please, please don’t do this! Please, my ass will never be tight again! No! No!”

“Your barely used ass is so tight, you bruise my dick! You’ll take two cocks or my fist, Yuki-chan. Which do you want?”

And those broad white shoulders slumped, and the blonde head dropped. Hide stepped between those legs and kissed his lover, caressing him, seducing him, until Naruse was moaning, squirming on Taki’s cock and wrapping his legs around Hide. It was time—he pulled up the powerful, strong legs of Naruse, and put them over his shoulders, forcing his cock inside his lover’s asshole along with the one already in him. He watched the expressions on his Yukihiko’s face as slowly, inch by inch, he stretched him wider than he’d ever been stretch and filled him completely.

“You weren’t happy with just me, Yuki-chan, so you get both of us! Slut!” Fully inside, he could feel Taki’s slim cock against his and the pulsing tight, cum-coated walls of Yukihiko convulsing around them both. He thrust in a few times, then jerked off the cockring that had kept Naruse from coming, and watched the tennis captain scream out his orgasm, bringing him and Taki along with him.


Hide lay on the bed, the towel full of cum, panting. The slight bit of guilt he felt for imagining such an extreme fantasy had probably been the reason he’d come harder than he’d thought he could after shooting off twice this morning. God, now, first a nap, and then he could get up and be a normal person . . .

“Hide! Hide! Oy! Open the door, now, or I’ll break it down!” shouted Niwa, rattling the door. Oh, great—Tetsuya! He’ll laugh his ass off at me!

Hide went to the door naked and jerked it open—and King fell into his arms, covering his nudity from the crowd in the hallway. The damn twins, Shunsuke, Shinomiya, Iwai—Yukihiko, his Yukihiko. Eyes wide, Hide let Niwa push him into his room and slam the door behind him, shouting. Once more, he didn’t hear a single word.

Crap. He had a big problem.