Eavesdropping

Eavesdropping Part VI - K's Fantasy

"It's before a show and I've opted to do one last security sweep. Everything seems to be in the clear and I'm about to head back topside when I hear a noise coming from the electrical closet.

"I have to hand it to him. He even got his hands on a workmen's uniform. Not bad for an amateur. Still, I can't let anyone get away with a security breach, no matter how cute they look in a baggy jumpsuit. Of course, there's no reason I can't punish him while having some fun myself.

"His face is priceless when I utter the words 'strip search' - all his usual confidence and bluster replaced with a bright red blush and sheer shock. Heh. He really is just too cute. Absolutely edible.

"He starts to protest until my .44 magnum is pointed at him, that's when the reality of the situation seems to sink in. He unzips the zipper of the jumpsuit first, slowly - as if he's hoping I'll change my mind. Not going to happen. I tell him I didn't realize I was going to get a show too, and he freezes for a moment. Oh, ya, that blush is back. He's making it hard to stick to the plan. Heck, I'm already hard from all his blushing and fluster.

"He's quicker about it then - kicking out of the work boots and peeling off the jumpsuit. Black tank and skin tight jeans. No way he's got anything underneath those. He hesitates again - he isn't hiding anything. That's what they all say, kid. Off with it all. He's clearly embarrassed as he removes the rest of it. He starts to move his hands to cover himself. Hands up, I order. Oh, if looks could kill...

"I study him from head to foot, circling behind him. He keeps his hands up but he's blushing and squirming. Damn fuckable little thing, I'm itching to touch but I've got a plan and I always follow the plan.

"I test a pipe or two that's crosses the ceiling before finding what I'm looking for. Then order him to move their and grasp the pipe. It's a slight stretch for him, but nothing too bad. Perfect. I put the magnum back in it's holster and move in for the kill. He starts to move back and I bark out to stand still. He clutches the pipe - focusing his eyes on the floor as I invade his personal space. A hair's breath from touching. He's shaking slightly but I have to wonder if it's fear or anticipation. I know he's no shy little virgin, though he's certainly acting like one.

"By the time he realizes what I'm doing his hands are cuffed to the pipe. He starts to shout out a protest and I kiss him - exploring every inch of that bratty mouth. Sweet. The kid's taste is pure sugar. I step back then to admire my handiwork. Shy virgin act doesn't hold water when he's spread his legs from a single kiss. He's getting hard too. Like I said - totally fuckable. I pull out my magnum and his eyes widen with fear. But I know what I'm doing - and he'll be begging for it soon.

"I place the barrel against his neck, the cold metal no doubt a shock to his heated skin. He quivers as I drag it down his throat; his chest. I turn it's position in my hand, sliding the hammer over a nipple. He jerks in surprise. A repeat makes him gasp. Another switch of position and the chamber is pressing against a tit. I wait, watching a bead of perspiration wind down his neck. As I lean down to lick it off, I spin the chamber. He moans, body jerking in response.

"I attack his neck, suckling and biting as I pull out a second gun. He jerks forward into me when I drag the muzzle down his spine. My restraint's starting to wear and having that hot little body press into mine is as bad as it is good.

"I kiss him again - rubbing the chamber of the first gun against his nipple still while I maneuver the second's barrel between his ass cheeks. He's shuddering in my arms, but he's not fighting me one bit. Soon I have the muzzle of the second gun playing with his hole. As I break the kiss he whimpers in need. Little slut, I whisper and he moans in response.

"His left nipple is red and swollen from abuse from the gun. I move the gun to the right nipple and latch onto the over sensitized flesh of the left with my mouth. Curses and pleads for more fall from his lips as I suckle it. I push the muzzle of the second gun hard against his hole, feel it give a little to the pressure, and finally hear the words I've been waiting for. Fuck me.

"I smirk as I release his tortured nipple and step back to admire my handiwork. He's flushed and panting, precum dripping from his cock. Perfect.

"I pull out lube from my jacket and a silencer from my harness. It takes him a moment to realize the slicked up item sliding slowly inside of him is too large for a finger and too small for my dick. He only gets so far in his question of what's inside of him. A stroke or two leaves him moaning like the whore he is and then I can finish positioning the silencer without a whisper of protest.

"I free my own dick from it's confines and press it between his thighs. Their slick with sweat and just as smooth as I'd imagined. Each thrust of my own between his legs pushes my body against the silencer - thrusting it a little bit further into him each time. He pleads for more. More touches. More of whatever's inside of him. I pull out my magnum and run it along his lips. Suck, slut.

"He laps at the metal cylinder, rolls his tongue around it almost desperately before taking it into his mouth. It's too erotic a sight combined with the physical pleasure. I pull back to spray my release all over his backside. He shudders at the feeling - hips bucking as he seeks pressure that's nowhere to be found. I've chained him up in the middle of the room - he has no way to find his release.

"I clean myself on his tank top, and zip myself back into my pants. He looks at me, body still moving in desperate circles, even as realization sinks in. That should teach you to break and enter, I tell him. See you after the show.

"I close the door on his cries of protest, laughing to myself. I won't really leave him that long. Maybe to half time, but not the whole concert. I wonder if any of the stars of the show would like a chance at playing with a desperate, handcuffed fanboy...Tohma maybe?"

"Oh, it better the hell NOT be Tohma." Ryuichi was completely serious now. He was breathing heavily, and glowering at the tall American.

"Oh...Noriko then?"

"K..." Came the growled response.

"So possessive of T-you're little dark haired fanboy." K grinned. "So...upset about your, sorry, Kuma's fantasy anymore?"

"Oh, no, now I've got a whole new set of images that aren't going to get out of my mind. I thought you were supposed to be helping me, here." Ryuichi crossed his arms - still glowering.

K grinned. "Oh, I am. You'll see."

Tatsuha buried his face in his arms and prayed for the two to leave. He had no doubt K knew he was in the cabinet. The blonde had glanced at it several times during his tale. First he'd been a shy, submissive virgin, then a kinky wanton whore. He couldn't handle anymore. He wasn't sure he could look even Ryuichi in the face without turning purple with embarrassment. Luck was definitely not on his side though.

"Do you suppose there's any cleaning rags in here?" K's voice was suddenly too close.

The next thing he knew not only were the cabinet doors thrown open, but the whole cabinet was shaken - sending him sprawling onto the floor and lying partly on top of and partly under everything from inside the cabinet.

"Tatsuha??"

When he opened his eyes, he was looking up into the face of Ryuichi Sakuma. Flushing bright red, he covered his face with his hands. 'Fuck my life.'

To Be Continued...


The last time I updated this fic was...six years ago. Wow, I really suck. I've decided that I will finish this. I just feel the need to write PWPs right now. So, hopefully I'll get the next parts done soon.