• 1-Business as Usual Sidetrack Two

Business
as Usual, Sidetrack Two
wherein Jin takes Mugen on a
journey
by Laura Bryannan

“What the fuck?”
Mugen sputtered, coming awake with a start. “Untie me, you
shit!”

“You bought a four-poster bedframe,”
his devious and resourceful lover noted. “You must have been
hoping someone would make use of it.”

“Not by
tying me up!”

Jin chuckled. “Well, now
you'll have a new experience.”

“But we just
fooled around, I just came. I can't do it again so soon.”

“Who
says this is about cumming?”

Mugen's stomach lurched.
“You got me tied up naked, what else could it be about?”

“It
could be about exploring, studying you, learning how you respond and
what you can take.”

The gulp escaped before he could
stop it. To cover his ass, he complained, “You're gonna fuck up
my good ties.”

“Look closely,” Jin
countered, “I'm not using your good ties.”

Mugen
craned his head to see then laughed ruefully. “OK, OK, I guess
you know a crap tie from a power tie.”

Jin sniffed but
didn't rise to the bait. “I'm assuming these were all gifts,
for the ties you wear are always impeccable.”

Mugen
puffed in spite of himself, proud that Jin noticed. “Yeah,
women can't buy ties for shit.”

Jin smiled, but his eyes
betrayed an evil glint. “You left the corner of your toybox
peeking out and I confess I looked. It was inspiring.”

“Don't
know if I like the sound of that.”

“Three
different types of nipple clamps, Mugen? I would never have
imagined.”

“It don't mean nothing,” he
insisted firmly, but his face was getting hot. Damn!

“So
many eggs, the mind boggles.”

He could feel the blush
spreading down his neck. “You get 'em free when you order shit,
you know.”

“I see, and you do have quite a
collection. Very nice, especially this one.” Jin held up a
flesh colored soft serve on a handle with a hilt, nine inches long
altogether, one of his personal favorites. “The rubber is so
soft and pliable, it will bend when it's gets up there won't it?”


Mugen nodded, not trusting himself to speak. It was
embarrassing how his hips squirmed at the sight.

“It's
a plug, is it not? You can take the hilt?”

He cleared
his throat to reply, but changed his mind and nodded again.

“Do
I have your permission to do this, Mugen? To continue?”

His
heart was racing, and horrible memories of the last time he was bound
and naked lurked in the shadows, but he'd be damned if he'd show any
fear. “Go on,” he blustered. “Do what you
want.”

“Good!”

Jin smiled
approvingly, pulled off his t-shirt and wrapped it around his head,
creating an effective blindfold. The heady scent of Jin-musk entered
his awareness, arousing him as always. “Hey, did you have to
stick the armpit by my nose?”

“Yes, so you don't
forget who's out here. Stick out your tongue.”

“What?”

“How
was I unclear? Stick. Out. Your. Tongue.”

Mugen obeyed
and Jin grasped the barbell, unscrewing the balls while Mugen
protested wordlessly but loudly, unable to talk until Jin let go.
“Dammit Jin, you can't pull my pierce!” he complained
when he finally could.

“Just for a little while,”
his captor replied. “I want to see what it's like to kiss you
without that fucking bolt impaling it. The hole won't close that
quickly, so shut up.”

Mugen's tongue felt naked and
strange without the barbell, but once Jin's slid inside his mouth he
was blown away. Kissing felt amazing! He'd had the metal so long,
he'd forgotten what making out el fresco was like—sweet, slidy
and so intimate it made his head swim. The steel had acted as a form
of protection, limiting movement and contact. Now there was only the
two of them with nothing in between, and it was like getting to know
each other for the first time. Jin tasted, Jin fed, Jin feasted on
him heartily, and Mugen wanted to offer everything and fulfill all.


When Jin finally backed away they were both panting. “Damn!”
Mugen exclaimed. “Should I pull that pierce for good?”


“No,” Jin replied, certain. “I'd miss it in
other places. But to take it out temporarily, like this...yes, it
must happen again.”

There was a long space of quiet as
Mugen concentrated on not fidgeting, when he felt warmth at the
center of his chest. Jin's hand? Probably, but the expected touch did
not come. The hand hovered over his skin, heat radiating, energy
pulsating, sending friendly messages with high promise. And then two
hands began to move, stroking the air over his body but never
touching, causing his skin to prickle in response—fine hairs
raising, gooseflesh tingling, waking his body up. He sighed and
flexed against his bonds, reveling in the goodness.

“Ah,
Mugen,” a deep voice intoned, “you are so beautiful.”

He
snorted, pride soaring yet unbelieving. “No wonder you need
glasses.”

“But you are!” Jin insisted.
“Tawny and sleek, like one of the big cats. Your body makes me
jealous, it's so perfect.”

“You're jealous of
me?!? That's crazy!” He could not conceive of anything Jin
could be jealous about, but it felt flattering anyway, melting his
heart even as the rest of him was melting.

Another soft
chuckle as the warm hands traveled slowly down his legs and up
again—stroking, stirring the air—the slight breeze
tickling the hair along the way. And then he was sure Jin's face was
hovering over his cock, which was aching and eager despite his
earlier protests of fatigue. Oh yeah, please, please! “You're
giving off your aroused scent,” he was informed. “It
always makes me horny.” It does? The flattery melted him
further. He could feel warm breath all along his length, so close to
what was needed and yet so far it was maddening. Groaning in
frustration, he was trembling and Jin hadn't even touched him yet.


The warmth moved upwards, hovering over each side of his
chest for a few moments before creeping closer, ever so slowly. Mugen
forced himself to lay still, to wait rather than arch into the
teasing heat. The anticipation became so intense, Jin's patience so
complete, when the touch finally came—butterfly delicate at the
tip of each nipple—he squeaked, then cursed out loud for the
lapse. There was no keeping still when played by such a master, Jin
beginning barely there—gently teasing the sensitive nubs in
ways that sent lightning bolts straight to his cock—then
carefully working them to cause one continuous shudder.

“You
really do enjoy this, don't you?” the annoying man asked, as if
the answer wasn't obvious considering how he was sighing and cooing
like a virgin getting her tits sucked for the first time. He decided
to ignore the question when the tantalizing sensations stopped, and
there was tugging at his left nipple as Jin pulled the ring out.
Mugen figured that could only mean something bad, and he was
correct.

Gone were the gentle caresses of earlier. Jin
attacked his nipples with ever-increasing intensity, intuitively
knowing when numbness required more sensation. Mugen was glad to be
moaning and hissing rather than squealing like a girl, but the
agonizing erotic stimulation was so overwhelming, he needed to thrash
to distract himself and that was another kind of embarrassment.

“I
wish you could see how splendid you look,” Jin's voice came
again. “The way your muscles flex and play as you writhe.”
Again, the words warmed him, changing his perception of himself, and
that was as much of a freakout as the rest of the ordeal. Finally the
torture ended and Mugen sighed in relief, hoping the next wouldn't be
worse. Jin's face hovered over his chest then traveled near his
armpit, warm breath blowing, tickling the hair within and causing
shivers to cascade across his chest.

But soon there were new
sensations to process. He felt his right nipple gathered and the
pinch of a clamp, not too bad, but there was no ignoring it. His left
was subjected to the same treatment and Jin flicked them a few times,
probably just to watch his body lurch, then left the room! Mugen
trusted Jin, he really did, but it was a very strange few minutes
waiting, doubting his sanity, even though his body was telling him it
was having the time of its life.

Finally Jin returned,
snooped in his closet for a moment, then came over to the bed. “Raise
your hips,” he instructed and, as Mugen did so, at least one
towel was stuck under his ass. But then came a sensation far more
ominous.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he
demanded to know.

“I'm trimming your pubic hair,”
Jin informed him, “before I shave it off.”

“No
way! No fucking way! You can't make me bald down there.”

“Oh
stop!” Jin laughed. “It will feel very nice once its
gone, I promise.”

“You talk like you
know.”

“Perhaps I do, but that's none of your
concern.”

With careful efficiency, Jin proceeded to
remove every wiry hair from Mugen's nether region. The gentle
scratching of the blade felt rousing, frighteningly so around his
balls, but Jin managed to shave everything without nicking him once.
He complained about losing his happy trail but was informed it all
had to go, even that.

“And now,” Jin announced
seductively, after washing him off and patting him down, “the
oral sex!”

“Oh yeah?” Mugen laughed then
moaned as something tickly and wet lapped at one of his nuts before
engulfing it in warmth. Then somehow both of them were in Jin's
mouth, tongue pressing behind, teasing that sweet spot between them
and his ass. “Holy shit,” Mugen enthused, “it feels
amazing, everything's so sensitive! How come you never paid attention
to my balls before?”

“Eating mouthfuls of hair is
not to my taste,” his lover replied, continuing to suck and
lick in the best way. Soon it was impossible to tell where the tongue
stopped and the fingers began, as Jin seemed to be everywhere—his
belly, his thighs, his balls, his ass—everywhere but there.
No matter how mind-blowing the sensations, the absence of contact
where he craved it most was the worst torture Mugen could imagine,
and he began to complain.

“Come on, man, I'm dying
here.”

“I thought you were too tired to cum
again.”

“Well, shit, what am I supposed to say? I
bow to your skills, I kiss your ass, you've made me so hot, please
make me cum, Sir.”

Jin chuckled and withdrew. Damn!
Mugen held his breath, praying Jin would get down to business and
stop teasing. Unfortunately, the angels chose to ignore him. He
started as the clamps on his nipples were removed, causing them to
throb as the blood returned to the abused tissue, then cried out as
Jin took hold of each and tweaked, not too gently. The smarting flesh
was gathered again, the clamps causing a dull ache that was good, but
not. “Vertical, now,” Jin explained, “as I'm sure
you're numb the other way.”

“Fucker,” Mugen
blustered, trying not to pant.

“You wish.”


Mugen kept his mouth shut, as truth demanded he admit Jin was
right and he wasn't gonna do that. Jin was digging in his toybox, the
buzz of a few different vibrators offering a clue to his activities,
his, “Hmmm,” a deep rumble that gave him chills down his
back. Sure hands took hold of his cock and his heart lept hopefully,
but the sensations were confusing. A condom was rolled over the top
but it felt tighter than usual, something pressing against the
underside, just below the head. What the fuck?

He got a
clue as the egg began to buzz, sending shockwaves up his spine,
causing so much commotion in his nervous system he didn't notice Jin
leave the room. But the exquisite torture soon had him begging, and
when the echo of his voice in the space told him he was alone he
didn't know whether to be relieved or afraid. The answer came when
his heart both mushed and quailed at the sound of footsteps returning
to the bed, the unmistakable presence of another body nearby. Fingers
swirled in the pool of pre-cum chilling his lower belly then began to
work his ass, lubing him up. Oh yeah!

“You
wanted fucking,” Jin said, pressing something firm and cool
against his entrance.

Mugen opened and it slid in easily,
feeling more than nice. “It's Swirly?” he asked, wanting
to know what to expect.

“The swirly on a handle, yes,”
Jin confirmed. “I want you to take the hilt now. Ready?”

Mugen
nodded, relaxing as Jin pushed the flange of the hilt past the tight
ring of muscle, and oh my god it's way the hell in there
and...what the fuck? There was something going on, something
wrong and it got worse as he clenched and paid closer attention.
“Jin, something's burning in there,” he gasped, hips
rolling and jerking off the bed. “Take it out, man, something's
wrong!”

“Nothing is wrong, Mugen,” his lover
soothed, “it's only toothpaste. It won't hurt
you.”

“Toothpaste! Are you shitting me?”

“Your
ass is always yummy, Mugen, but now it will be minty fresh.”


“You are fucking evil,” he complained, pulling
against his bonds, unable to keep still or stifle his moans.
Everything below his waist was smoldering, aching with need. The
handle of the plug had about an inch of play outside his body and Jin
fucked him with it, pushing it all the way in every time his body
pushed it out. It was literally hot and oh so sweet he started
singing, giving himself away, and sure enough the blissful movement
stopped.

“Goddammit, Jin, I can't take it.”

“Take
what?” The smile in his torturer's voice was
infuriating.

“Stop teasing me, you shit.”

“Do
you want to cum, Mugen?”

It was the stupidest fucking
question in the world and he said so.

“To get what you
want is very simple.”

“What? What? I'll do
anything. What do I gotta do?”

“Say
please.”

“Please, Jin, please make me cum, do
anything you want but please make me cum.”

His torturer
finally took pity on him for the agonizing buzz stopped, the condom
was removed, and Mugen felt the cool drip of lube where he couldn't
believe it was going—on his cock, not Jin's. “I thought
you were gonna fuck me.”

“I just fucked you a few
hours ago. Do you want me to fuck you again?”

“Well
no, but...you know...I just thought....”

His hips were
straddled and he almost giggled, giddy with hope. Holy shit, yeah!
Jin took hold of him and he was engulfed in heat, the joy erupting
uncensored as he moaned and swore and laughed in exultation. “Damn!
I don't fucking believe this!”

Jin took him all the way
inside, then leaned down and pulled the t-shirt off his head, getting
face-to-face, causing Mugen to whimper and blink in confusion—the
intense dark eyes boring into his as his nipples throbbed, the toy up
his ass filling him deep and still burning like a motherfucker, Jin's
sweet body surrounding him, loving him—it was too much. The
orgasm brewing was humongous and frightening to contemplate, making
him feel so vulnerable he feared he might cry.

All doubt
ceased when Jin kissed him. Their naked tongues felt so luscious
twined together and Jin was grinding into him so wicked, he gave
over, surrendering willingly. The orgasm seemed neverending and his
mind turned off somewhere along the way, for he had no memories of
Jin cumming, of being unbound or anything else, only sweet
oblivion.

When consciousness returned he was curled at Jin's
side, head on his shoulder. He stirred and Jin asked, “Are you
all right?”

“I'm OK.” The understatement
of the year.

“That was good for you? It wasn't too
tame?”

Now that it was over and he was safe and sound,
Mugen could be honest. “It wasn't too tame. I was afraid you
were gonna hurt me the whole time.”

“Causing pain
does not turn me on. Have I ever hurt you?”

“You
punched me out a few times.”

“Oh...right.”
Jin shifted uncomfortably. “Well, that was only because you
deserved it.”

Mugen harrumphed sleepily and snuggled
closer to the warm body. “The last time I got tied up was not
so fun.”

Jin stiffened, turning to him sharply. “Oh
my god, Mugen, I forgot all about that! Why didn't you say
something?”

“Guess I trusted you, and I wanted to
put a better memory there. You're good for that kinda shit.”

Jin
relaxed, lips brushing his forehead. “I did it for purely
selfish reasons,” he confessed, “but if we made a better
memory I'm glad.”

Mugen's hand slid downward to explore
his package, amazed at how weird and almost alien it felt to be
hairless there, sure that the mirror was gonna be laughing at him
tomorrow morning. But he decided the extra sensitivity was worth the
cost, and as a bonus he felt marked, owned, and it was crazy how much
he liked the feeling. Raising his head, he gave his lover a rakish
grin and was gifted with a smoky smile in response. He was gonna lose
it any minute, but one tiny yearning remained.

“Lemmie
kiss you one more time before I put my barbell back in.”

end

If you enjoyed this, check my archive (link in profile) for nine other Sidetracks
I wrote for the Business as Usual series. Thanks for reading!