Willful Submission

Willful Submission

Once again, strong arms held me down like two chains locked to keep me in place. I should have known this would be happening but I knocked on this door anyway. I think a part of me wanted it more than anything in the world.

Hikaru and Kaoru were together, we all knew that. I had attempted to join their group but they explained to me that they only touched each other. After hearing that, I didn’t even bother asking Honey-sempai and Takashi-sempai.

So, here I was, spread out on a king-sized bed, with Kyouya straddling me. Truth-be-told, I was terrified of him. The last time we had met together, he left me handcuffed to the shower curtain railing, covered in candle wax and cum. I let myself go and quickly cleaned up but it took weeks to heal my bruised wrists and the lines whipped into my midsection.

For the durations of the “torture”, I had often thought that I was getting punished for something. I tried to forget about it, had tried to erase it from my memory, however, the promise of release like I’ve never had before became too much of a temptation.

So, knowing full well what this man was capable of, I lay here, waiting for his touch. He lifted off of me and stood. He walked to a dark corner of the room and sat down to watch my confused expression spread over my face.

“Undress,” he said boldly to me. If Kyouya wanted me to do something, I did it. There was no questioning his words.

I slowly stood, my eyes trying to adjust to the dark area he had himself hidden in but it was useless. I gulped and pulled at my tie. As I watched it drop, a wave of lust swept over me. Knowing he was watching my every move made me shiver uncontrollably. This is why I kept returning to him. He never raped me; he never had to. I always came willingly into his web.

When I had finished undressing, I stood there, waiting for my next instructions.

“Kyouya-sama, what do you want me to do?” I asked hesitantly. There was no telling what might happen when I questioned him.

There were a few moments of silence before I heard a snicker and little rustling sounds as he shifted in his chair.

“What do you think I want, Tamaki?” I knew damn well what he wanted.

I sat my naked body on his bed, facing the dark corner and grasped my now throbbing member tightly. Instinct took over and in no time, I was making myself squeal noises I never thought I could muster. The very fact that I couldn’t see him but knew he was there made it even more difficult to not drop on the floor and beg for him to take me without mercy like he always did.

Still, with exceptional gasps and whines of pleasure, I stayed quiet.

I couldn't even pleasure myself properly if I didn't think about Kyouya. He had completely taken over my whole being. All sense of reasoning flew out the window when I was in this room. I gasped in pleasure as I paid attention only to my head to tease myself.

"Nnn... oh god... K-Kyouya-samaaaa..." I moaned out loud, leaning forward as I raised my other hand up to my chest to pinch my left nipple and twist it painfully. I had become a masochist. I couldn't get off unless I was in pain and that was all because of Kyouya. Normal sex couldn't satisfy me anymore.

I thought about all the merciless acts Kyouya had committed on me in the last couple of weeks and I shivered.

"Ahhhh...." The time before our last meeting had been the most terrifying and enjoyable experience I had ever had. It made me almost cum right there, just thinking about it.

He had invited his two brothers in with us without my permission. I had only met his brothers once so I didn't know them very well but after it was over, there was nothing sexual that I didn't know about them. My ass was still sore from having both of Kyouya's older brothers' dicks in me at once.

"Mmm... A-ahh..." I pumped harder, keeping my eyes on the dark corner.

They had raped me over and over again that night and after that, I had promised myself I would never return to Kyouya again. Well, five days after that, I somehow ended up right back into his grasp. Now, there was this time. This time... What did he have in store for me this time...?

I started to buck my hips as my orgasm grew nearer. I knew he was watching me. He was watching my every move, my every thrust, touch and listening to every moan that escaped my lips. Nothing went passed him; he soaked everything up like a sponge. There was a wide rimmed cup on the ground at the foot of the bed, only Kyouya and I knew exactly what that was for. He made me do it every time I came.

As I was reaching my peak, I dropped to my knees, in front of the cup and gasped out into my orgasm. I had aimed for the cup and shot cum into the cup perfectly. After so many tries, I had gotten quite skilled at not missing the rim. I had gone numb for a second as I slumped down on the ground and leaned back against the bed, staring into the darkness in a haze. It was then did I notice a red dot in the darkness and my breath stopped in my chest. What he taping me??

I sat there in humiliation as I heard Kyouya stand. He stepped out of the darkness, holding a large syringe. There was no needle so I wondered what it was for. He bent down to pick up the cup that was full of my semen and sucked it all up into the large device. I hated not knowing what he was going to do next, but there was a certain desire to find out that still lingered within me.

"W-what is that for, Kyouya-s-sama?" I asked in an unsure voice. He only smirked at me evilly. That was reason to come back to him all in itself. His look he gave me when I had no idea what was coming was enough to send me in an irrepressible frenzy.

I was completely vulnerable to his charm, utterly caught and I knew it. Everything he told me to do, I would do it, every little thing. So when he told me to "bend over", I didn't even blink twice, I turned my body around and crawled on the bed on all fours, my ass facing him. I looked back at him, not being able to stop slipping my fingers in and out of my mouth in anticipation, lacing them with my drool.

"A-ahh... whatever you are planning on doing... Doooouzo... Do it noooow..." I panted. Normally I would never order Kyouya to do anything but I was in too much pain to imagine it being anymore painful. The pain came from deep in my stomach. The lust for him nearly tore my insides apart so asking a small question couldn't hurt me at all.

I watched Kyouya's expression as I demanded him touch me in anyway. It had first turned to surprise, anger, and then amusement. Amusement was the worst.

"A-ahh... G-gomen!" I shouted, bending down as if to bow from the opposite way. I felt his hands grasp my backside and spread my ass apart. I didn't know what to expect but I didn't expect him to use the needle-like plunger. I suddenly felt a warm, gooshy substance flow into my asshole and down my colon.

"Ahhh! Oh my!"

I looked back again in surprise. He had injected my asshole with my cum. H-how could he do such a-?? I wasn't able to gasp much longer when Kyouya sprang onto the bed and sat up on his knees in front of me. I looked up at him and I was eye level to his bulging hard on. It looked mouth-watering and for the first time I had been with him, I reached up and grasped his cock like it had been routine. It had only made Kyouya snort at me.

"Hah... Tamaki-kun... I'm happy to see that you finally understand... It took a couple of times but I broke you, didn't I?" he asked me and as I reached up to lick at his throbbing head, I came to the realization myself. His plan this whole time was to make me his and he had succeeded. I had him on my mind almost every second of everyday; I was a slave to this man. I squirmed slightly, my cum in my ass was slightly discomforting so I clenched up tightly.

"Don't tense up, your ass will reject your sweet little juices... See? Awh, it's happening now..." he told me, leaning over my body to watch bits of my own cum drip out of my asshole and down my legs.

When I heard him say this, I immediately stopped clenching so tightly. In a sense, it had felt extraordinary. I could feel my sperm seep down through my insides as I continued to lick at Kyouya's head. I suppose I was taking too long with pleasuring him because he had grasped my hair and snatched my head forward so his length was all the way down my throat.

“Don’t tease me” his voice sounded intimidating.

My mouth had been raped by this man so many times; my gag reflex had stopped working a long time ago. It was still a bit uncomfortable to have his head hit the back of my throat but I stayed quiet. Even with all of my discomfort and complaining, I enjoyed pleasing my master. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, clenching my throat every time he entered it and using my tongue all the way up his shaft when he exited.

He had taught me this. He taught me everything. I must have been doing it right because when I looked up at him, he was smiling. He looked pleased with me... Thank goodness. I continued sucking his dick in that manner then I reached up with both my hands. I rubbed his length with my left as I massaged his head with my right, rotating my hands in opposite directions. He liked to feel it rough.

He liked it when I nibbled more than slightly on his mushroom-like head. I kept glancing back into that dark corner Kyouya had emerged from moments before, still seeing the red light blink. He was still taping. I had no idea he liked to tape me; maybe he had been doing it every time and I didn't notice, but I didn’t think so.

When I sucked him deeper down my throat, I heard a small gasp come from Kyouya’s lips. It was hard to make any noise come out of Kyouya during these sessions.

I immediately became aroused all over again. His pleasurable moans became the trigger to always get me in the mood.

“Mmm! I can’t believe it! Kyouya’s cock is getting sooo big!”

Suddenly, Kyouya pressed his palms against my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed. I gasped loudly, looking up at him. He didn't have to be so mean to me. No, he did. I loved it... didn't I? NO!

"K-Kyouya-sama?" I asked him in confusion, putting aside my conflicting thoughts for a bit while I tried to understand why he would push me away like that. Kyouya smirked at me and glanced at the red light, for the first time.

"Sucking my cock is only interesting for so long... Do you think the girls who are watching on the other end would appreciate having to wait this long to see you all filled up?" he asked me roughly.

I paused abruptly. N-Nani...? I had noticed for the first time, there were wires coming from the black corner. He was taping me live. The other end, I had to guess was being fed to the large projector in the music room we held our host club meetings. This was also the time of day when every girl in school would show up. Were they all in the music room right now, watching us??

"K-Kyouya-saaama... Ii-I can't do it in front of the camera..." I told him, trying to sound final. However, I never sounded so weak and it only made Kyouya laugh.

"You think I give a shit?" he asked me, setting his hands on his hips as he studied my reaction to his reply.

"I'm here to make money... and you will get your ass fucked on camera if I have to strap you down and whip you into shape again... Am I going to have to do that?"

I widened my eyes and shook my head quickly.

"I-Iie! Iie!" I shrieked in fright. The last time hurt more than anything. I bled for three days.

“Fucking whore, who is your master?” he shouted, lifting his hand to strike me.

“Y-You are! Master! P-please don’t hurt me!” He smirked and crawled over me. I squirmed against Kyouya’s heavy body and whimpered pitifully.

I was afraid he might hurt me being disobedient but all he did was tease me. He ran his tongue over my lips as if to kiss me but his lips never touched mine. He never kissed me. Just when I thought he was going to, he sat up and looked at me.

“Sit on my lap” he said only. He didn’t even wait until I responded before grasping my arm and throwing my frail body over his lap.

He had me in a reverse cowgirl, staring straight at the camera.

“I-I c-ca-“ “SHUT UP!” When he told me to shut up, he lifted me up and slid his dick easily inside my tight asshole. Using my sperm as lubricant, he trusted harder inside of me.

In all of my seventeen years of existence, I had never felt anything so remarkable. His cock slid in and out of my hole so easily that I would have been amazed to last as long as my master. Then, without warning, he slid his hand around to my front and grasped my penis. I gasped out in surprise and looked back at him. Oh god, he made me feel so good. He just sat there, eyeing me when he suddenly stopped thrusting.

“I’m tired, fuck my cock yourself.” He told me which sounded more like an order. I gasped once more at the lack of movement and began to lift myself eagerly onto him.

“You like being watched, don’t you, SLUT??”

His words caught me off guard but it had only made him laugh.

“Smile for the camera, Tamaki…” he added into my ear which made me shiver in response. I kept pumping myself onto his dick, afraid to stop because I didn’t know what he would do to me.

I watched the camera in mortification. I had snaked slightly away from him, trying to escape his clutch and to cover myself from the studying eyes of all the girls and other hosts in the other room. Kyouya grabbed me back and pushed my face roughly against the mattress. My ass was almost straight up, vulnerable to any terrible act he may perform on me.

“Awh, what’s wrong? Not having FUN?” Kyouya emphasized fun when he pushed his way right back into my ass.

“Mmmmm… Your cum is making this feel sooo much better, hmmm?” he was starting to enjoy this, I could tell. As for me, I was trying hard not to look directly at the camera. I didn’t want to be reminded what was happening as he continued to rape me.

My mind and heart didn’t want it anymore but my body was begging for a release only he could give me. Against everything I had in me, I found myself pressing back against him and meeting his thrusts. He just felt so good. I couldn’t get enough of him.

I clenched hold of the sheets to keep myself from moving as I smacked my ass against his hips. The smacking grew louder as the thrusting became harder and he squeezed his fingers into my hips to slide deeper inside of me.

“What a tight little ass you have, ne, Tamaki? Tell everyone watching how much you like my dick in your ass!” He ordered me. I didn’t want to but I knew defying him wasn’t an option.

“It feels sooo good! Oh! Kyouya-saaama!” I shouted, looking up at the camera, looking at it pathetically.

“I-I loooove your cock!” I added, shaking my head quickly. I knew that he loved to humiliate me but I didn’t realize he would go to such lengths to make the sex so much better.

I didn’t say anything else and for that, Kyouya ran his fingers through my hair and snatched my head back so fast that I felt something snap. He made me gaze up at him. When I did, I didn’t see the cool, silently devious young man that I come to realize as my dear friend and lover but someone entirely different.

“That wasn’t enough, you boring little faggot…” he told me in an irritated voice. I shivered hard. I was terrified of him when he was like this. I had seen it only once before when I refused to amuse his two brothers. I was going to do it anyway but not without a struggle.

He wanted me to say more. I didn’t have anything else to say, this was embarrassing me to the point of social impotence. I laid there for a second before I could imagine anything to say. I opened my mouth, but all that came out was a cry of pleasure.

“A-ah! K-Kyouya-S-sempai!” I shouted, looking back at the camera as a blush quickly ran over my cheeks.

“Y-you’re sooo good, thrusting insiiiiide of me! I-I couldn’t FATHOM being with anyone else. The way you fuuuuck me is amazing!” I shouted to the best of my ability.

I looked back at Kyouya for approval and that seemed to satisfy him. Kyouya nodded and smirked that ‘good boy’ smirk at me. I loved pleasing my master. Unexpectedly, Kyouya pushed me harder against the bed and slammed his full length all the way inside of me. It was all I could do not to scream out in delight. He rammed me harder and harder until my insides felt like they were turning to mush at all the hard pounding he gave me.

Kyouya moaned loudly and I could hear him snicker as his orgasm grew closer. I could tell by the sharp thrusting pattern of his hips that he was going to cum any second. I took this time to focus on my own orgasm. Knowing that there was a room full of people, watching, made me even more horny and eager to release all this tension that started to build up since I knocked on his door.

I could feel my knees being lifted off the ground each time he pumped into me. It felt so excellent. I couldn’t believe that anything could feel so amazing until I gasped out loudly. My orgasm came as a complete surprise to me, I was expecting it to take a little longer; I suppose that I was more horny than I lead myself to believe.

My cum streaked out from the end of my dick and I coated the sheets with my hot, sticky substance. I panted loudly to try to calm my breathing but had difficulty, however, because Kyouya had not cummed yet. He was still pounding away at my ass and even though I was finished, I felt like I could be fucked by this man all night and still would beg for more.

Kyouya thrust a few more times before slamming his cock deep inside of my asshole, splashing his sperm all inside of my hole. Both of our release had seemed to mix in my butt and seep out and down the back of my thigh.

He was panting. I was yawning and looking up at him for any other instructions before I took a well deserved nap. Kyouya stood straight up and walked over to the camera and turned it off.

“This tape will be sold to the fan club for a high price, so don’t think that it’s going to waste. I’ll up it on our website for auction.”

I barely heard him; I was watching his delightfully soft structure and deep muscle definition as he moved. I liked to watch him when he moved. There was no doubt about it; I was falling even more in love with this man.

“Now… What to call it…” he asked himself.

He never raped me, he didn’t have to. I fell more and more into my…

“Kyouya-kun… Call it Willful Submission.”