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Chapter List
- 1-BOUND
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty-One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four - END
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~ Nine ~
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My route home was not normally through town, but straight across the fields. However, I'd chosen to go through town because with Natori dogging my heels, I'd strongly suspected that being out in the open with no one else around would have been a very bad idea.
Unfortunately, the route I took didn't seem to faze Natori in the slightest. The bastard lingered ten steps behind me all the way into town.
The good news was there were people everywhere. It was the hour when the primary school let out and most of the housewives did their shopping. The bad news was that because there were people everywhere, the staring, giggling, whispering, and pointing got worse.
So did my...condition. That place inside me started to pulse angry, and demanding. My dick was already throbbing. Even though I was more than desperate to get home to jack off in the privacy of my shower, I was forced to slow my steps.
I wanted to scream in pure frustration and fury for what Natori's presence was doing to me, but I couldn't. We were surrounded by people who knew me, who knew the Fujiwaras. I didn't want to bring attention to myself. I could only walk, and keep walking in the hope that something would distract the bastard from my heels.
In front of the grocery store, Natori was cornered by a small flock of chirpy housewives.
My heart leaped. Finally! I crossed the street and dove into a narrow side street lined with tiny specialty shops. At the very next crossroad, I ducked into a back alley lined with dumpsters. Then another alley, a side street, a pedestrian walking zone, and another side street, each smaller than the last until I'd made a complete loop to come out at the opposite end of the main street and only a few blocks from home.
Directly in front of me, Natori stepped out of a shop doorway. He smiled. "There you are."
I turned on my heel and went the other way. The instant I did it, I realized that it had probably been a stupid move. I was only a few blocks from my house. At the same time, I wasn't so sure I wanted Natori knocking on the Fujiwara's front door -- and he would knock. Touko was the type that would invite him to dinner.
Natori trailed behind me once again, only this time he was merely three steps behind.
My temper stretched to the breaking point. I glared over my shoulder. "Could you walk a little farther away from me?"
He smiled blithely, his hands jammed in his jacket pockets. "Hm? Why?"
I ducked my head, tucking my chin into my scarf. "I hate standing out."
"My apologies, am I sparking too brightly?" He smiled and at that moment, a single ray of sunlight descended from the clouds just to shine on him alone. His hair gleamed gold.
I scowled at him in open annoyance. I simply could not win with this guy. Clearly, fate was on his side.
In two long strides, he fell into step beside me. "I'd like to talk to you. May I accompany you?"
I jerked to a halt to face him angrily and opened my mouth to refuse. Nothing came out. My tongue and my voice refused to work.
He nodded. "Thank you."
I ground my teeth. "I did not agree."
He leaned close and his smile curled into a smirk. "You didn't refuse either."
I fisted my hands at my sides and opened my mouth to shout out an earful at him.
Suddenly the people around us stopped and stared right at the two of us.
Natori tilted his head to the side and smiled; his pose thoughtful -- and smug.
I dropped my chin, and clenched my teeth, forcibly biting back my temper. I couldn't make a scene by shouting at the bastard, not when he was a semi-famous actor that everyone seemed to know -- and like. It would get back to the Fujiwara's that their ward was ill-mannered in public. I couldn't do that to them. I refused to bring them embarrassment, or shame.
Abruptly, Natori leaned closer and spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "This way." He turned and walked away.
I stared at his retreating back, shocked. He honestly expected me to just follow him blindly? Moron. I turned my back on him and stepped away.
A band suddenly constricted around the base of my dick.
I gasped in surprise and barely stopped myself from grabbing my crotch in public. What in hell...? It was same thing as earlier, the exact same thing. The pull was there too, the leash. Unnerved, I took a faltering step.
The leash suddenly pulled hard and tightened painfully.
I choked and stopped, unable to take one more step. Fear tightened around my heart. Something had me at the end of a string and whatever it was, it was powerful which meant it was probably deadly too.
The leash tugged at me, urging me to go the other way, to go back.
Terrified of what I'd see, I slowly turned to look behind me.
Natori had stopped and was looking back at me. There was a smile on his lips that was not bright or gentle at all. It was arrogant, and triumphant.
There was no sign of a spirit anywhere -- just him. I stared at him in open-mouthed shock. It was him? It couldn't be him. I'd fully expected a powerful spirit to be holding the end of the leash, but a normal human had done this to me? It wasn't possible!
He lifted his brow and patted his thigh, as one would to call a dog.
The leash tightened painfully and pulled harder.
I winced and a small sound of pain escaped my lips. Apparently, it was definitely possible. I took a step in his direction, just to relieve the constriction.
He nodded, turned his back, and started walking.
The leash tightened viciously.
I gasped and a small whimper of pain slipped past my lips. The only relief available was to comply. With my heart pounding in my throat a cold sweat forming down my spine, I followed at his heels. I was pretty sure he didn't intend to kill me, but that didn't make the situation any less horrifying.
However, I'd dealt with far too many truly dangerous situations to remain afraid for long. Fairly quickly, my trembling fear became boiling anger -- anger at being dragged along like a dog and anger at my missing bodyguard. Where the hell is that damned cat when I need him?
Unfortunately, blind anger wouldn't help me any more than blind fear. I stamped down on my temper to clear my mind to think. This wasn't the first time I’d been left to fend for myself and I wasn't completely without resources.
In the flat pouch belted around my hips was the Book of Friends. If I had to, I could call a spirit to assist me. Mitsuzu, the gigantic horse spirit, had said I could summon him if needed. However, I couldn't do a damned thing while on a populated street, and certainly not while moving. I needed a place to draw the semi-complicated circle and quiet to do the summons.
Which brought me to my next question: Where the hell, was Shuuichi Natori taking me?
Despite the fact that I had no idea what would happen once we got there, I hoped for the sake of my aching dick that it wasn't far. The leash wrapped around my painfully throbbing erection was making it difficult to breathe, let alone walk. My knees wanted to buckle. The exhaustion I'd been fighting all day wasn't helping either.
Natori suddenly stopped to open the door to a shop. The ground floor housed a coffee shop, but the upstairs was an inn. Holding the door open, he turned to smile at me and signaled that I should precede him.
My steps dragged. It wasn't because I was reluctant, though I was reluctant. It was because I honestly felt that my shaking legs were going to give out on me. Somehow, I made it through the doorway to step past him into a hall. On the right was a set of double-doors leading into the coffee shop, and directly in front of me an old-fashioned gated elevator. I sought the left wall and leaned against it panting for breath.
Natori stepped in behind me and closed the door. His hand pressed against my shoulder, urging me to turn and face him. He frowned. "Takashi, what's wrong?"
If I hadn't been in so much pain, I would have laughed in his face. I gave him a glare and a bitter smile then spoke softly between gasps for air. I didn't want the customers beyond the door to hear me. "You have a leash around my dick and it's tight, you bastard. What do you think is wrong with me?"
He blinked. "You're in pain?"
I bared my teeth at him and twitched my shoulder out from under his hand, then snarled. "You're hauling me around by my dick! Of course I'm in pain!"
He winced. "I didn't think it would hurt you."
I narrowed my eyes at him and spoke through my clenched teeth. "You didn't think what would hurt me? What did you do to me?"
He grabbed my upper arm and turned me toward the elevator. "Let's get you to my room."
I jerked back from his hand. "First tell me what--"
The leash around my cock and balls tightened viciously.
A small sound of pain escaped my lips and I dropped to my knees, my eyes watering.
Natori sighed and shook his head. "I don't know exactly what it does, but I do know that it's designed to enforce obedience." He reached down to grasp my arm. "Please stop fighting it." He lifted me to my feet, then hauled me into the small elevator.
I didn't resist, but I wanted to. Hell I wanted to punch him in the head, but the stupid thing around my dick had damned near crushed me just for arguing with him. My only hope was that Natori would eventually let me go home. Hopefully, Nyanko-sensei would know what to do about it.
The elevator doors opened on the second floor. Natori led me down a sedate carpeted hall to the last wooden door on the left. A sliding key opened the door to a fairly spacious suite. It was done in the traditional Japanese style; dark cherry beams and cream wallpaper with a tatami mat floor.
I crossed the threshold, let my book-bag slide from my shoulders, and stepped out of my shoes on reflex alone.
The main room had a row of paper and lathe shuttered windows on the right with a low black lacquered table surrounded by thick sitting pillows. A set of paper and lathe sliding doors on the left were open to reveal a very spacious bedroom. The double-thick futon was already laid out with a midnight blue comforter already spread upon it.
Natori shrugged out of his coat, turned to me and smiled. "Good boy."
The constriction around my dick evaporated. It was not exactly a relief. Returning circulation in the form of pins and needles stabbed into my dick. I grabbed my crotch and groaned before I could stop myself. It didn't last long, nor did it relieve me of my erection. In fact, I was left practically trembling with hideous need.
Natori stepped close to unwind my scarf and unbuttoned my overcoat. His scent wafted from his body subtle, clean and the gods help me, very distracting. "Does it still hurt?"
My cock actually pulsed in time with my heart. "It's... I need..." I struggled to get my mind focused enough to speak. "Yes, but not the same way."
"I see." He tugged the coat and the scarf off me, and dropped both on the floor. He frowned at my uniform jacket. "You have this fastened to the throat?"
I took several deep breaths and worked to focus past my erection, past the hungry ache inside me. "I'm practically covered in sucker bites. I didn't want anyone to see them." I looked up at him in helpless fury. "Why are you doing this?"
He began to unbutton my uniform jacket. "It's warm in here. You'll swelter in minutes."
I scowled and shook my head. Side-stepping bastard! I pointed at my crotch. "Why the leash on my dick?"
"Truthfully, I didn't think it would take. It's not meant for humans." Natori dropped the uniform jacket on top of my coat and scarf. His brow lifted and his head tilted to the side. "You are human, right?"
I ground my teeth. "Of course I'm human!"
He chuckled. "How strange... When I first sensed you, I honestly though you were a spirit." He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and tugged it up over my head, and off.
I didn't resist. I really didn't want that thing to tighten around my dick again, but it was clear that Natori was planning to fuck me. Sadly, I was desperate enough to want it too. My anus actually twitched at the thought.
He blinked at the black and violet marks all over my shoulders and chest. "Oh my... I had no idea you marked that easily." His swept his hands down my chest, the stroke warm and firm. "I guess I'll have to exercise more restraint with you." His thumbs brushed my nipples.
Delight sparked all the way down to the head of my cock. I restrained the moan that wanted to come forth, barely. I narrowed my eyes on him. "Can you take it off now?"
His fingers slid down my belly to my belt buckle. He smiled. "So eager?"
I didn't dare push him away, but I did fist my hands at my side and spoke through my clenched teeth. "The leash on my dick, take it off!"
His smile faded, but his hands remained on my belt buckle. "I'm serious about my offer. I want you with me. You'd make a brilliant apprentice." He smiled wistfully. "I have so much to tell you, to show you...! I swear, I'll take very good care of you."
The bastard was dancing around the subject! I glared at him. "Take it off!"
Natori took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. "You're going to refuse."
I shook my head in frustration and just spat out the truth. "Of course I'm going to refuse! You never give me a straight answer and you put a...a leash on me! How can I trust you?"
He opened his eyes and all trace of humor was gone. "Takashi, I'm sorry but you've given me no choice."
My eyes opened wide and a cold sweat formed on my back. "What...?"
He leaned close and whispered against my ear. "If this is what it takes to have you...?" He tugged my belt open and unbuttoned my pants.
I grabbed onto his wrists and desperation colored my voice. "You can't keep me! That's kidnapping!"
He smiled. "Oh, I won't need to kidnap you. In fact, you'll be going home soon. As long as you're bound, you will come when I call." His eyed narrowed and his mouth tightened. "Whenever I call."
I glared back at him. "You won't hold me for long. I will break this. Maybe not right away, but I will break whatever this is you have on me."
He smiled, and it wasn't pretty. "Well, then I’d better make sure to change your mind about my offer as quickly as possible, yes?"
I stared at him in open mystification. "What are you talking about?"
His hands rose to close on my shoulders. "On your knees."
There was a warning twinge around my cock.
I dropped to my knees.
He cupped the back of my head and pressed my nose against his crotch or more specifically, against his fly and his half-hard erection.
The perfume of masculine sweat tinged with semen filled my nose. It smelled delicious. I couldn't help but grab onto his thighs and draw in a deeper breath to smell more of it.
"Do you want it?" His voice was cold, and hard.
That place in side me throbbed in eagerness. I didn't want to say it, but I just couldn't stop myself. "Yes."
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