Abaranthion's fanfic smut hole

He replaced the tankard next to his phone and noticed how quickly the level had dropped. Remembering the first time he and Futami had spent any social time together, Yoshida ruefully thought how his love for Futami was turning him into an alcoholic. No, he corrected himself, his feelings for Futami were turning him into an alcoholic. Not love, it was too early for love.

His phone buzzed, turning with the vibration on the table. He grabbed it eagerly and turned the screen on: low battery 5%. He cursed himself, both for his misplaced hope and for forgetting to charge the device. He was normally so organized but preparing for his date with Futami, Yoshida had been in an uncharacteristic fluster. He looked down to check he hadn’t left home without his pants on.

With the phone in hand, he thought he better check if Yoshida had sent a text at the same time. Inevitably disappointed, he switched the screen off and put it down, then lifted the beer again. He nearly choked as he tried to swallow around the lump in his throat.

The glass returned to the table with a hollow thud. Yoshida realized he’d finished another. He was feeling lightheaded and wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or not. He wasn’t really sure of anything anymore.

He decided it was time to stop drinking and move on. He got to his feet, pocketed his phone and walked out of the bar, thanking the barman automatically.

He was immediately drenched. The rain had gotten a lot worse during his time in the bar and a chill wind drove it laterally in harsh gusts. Ignoring the worst of it, Yoshida stepped out into the river that was ostensibly a road, and crossed to the wide promenade. He stood for a moment, looking out across the bay at the reflected lights of Chiba prefecture on the turbulent waves.

When he turned to head for home, he saw him. Futami was there. He’d finally arrived.

Yoshida called to him, but his voice was lost in the tumult so he ran closer, all memories of the long wait evaporating. ‘Futami,’ he said as he approached, ‘you made it.’

It wasn’t Futami. It was obvious now Yoshida was nearer. The obscuring rain, the lack of pedestrians, his desperation to see Futami were all factors that Yoshida considered contributed to his being mistaken. He thought even a brown haired girl might have appeared as Futami in the state he currently found himself.

After apologizing to the stranger, Yoshida couldn’t move. He’d gone numb and not due to the cold. He just stood there, letting the rain fall.

This wouldn’t do, he decided. What happened to moving on?

He walked away.

When he got to the railway station, his phone vibrated in his pocket, continuing to do so as he retrieved it. But all the phone was indicating was that it was turning off due to battery power. He cursed his lack of foresight again, but this time not just in regards to his phone. He was regretting ever getting his hopes up of having a long distance relationship with Futami. Or any relationship for that matter.

He leaned against the wall of the station and hoped that at least something in his life would be reliable.

His glasses steamed up as Yoshida entered his apartment. Shutting the door behind him, he took them off to wipe, his vision remaining equally obscured. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he replaced his glasses and determinedly walked into the kitchen.

The light from the fridge illuminated the dark space as he took a bottle out. After twisting the cap off, he tossed it into the bin and took a swig of beer.

He took off his jacket and slung it on the heater before unbuttoning his shirt on his way to the living room. He had to get out of his wet things.

Sinking into his armchair with a heavy sigh, he rested the bottle on his knee and stared sightlessly ahead of him.

Eventually he addressed the two moss balls on the ledge beside him, ‘Well, that went exactly as ‘pected, Mokichi. Pretty pathetic, huh Mosuke?’ As they didn’t respond, Yoshida placed the beer between them and pulled his half-unbuttoned shirt off over his head. His vest was a little damp, but he decided to leave it on until he was ready to have a shower. Drinking a beer while sitting under a stream of water, hoping it would wash away his suffering, that was fine, wasn’t it?

He picked up the bottle and unbuckled his belt with his other hand. He’d just pushed his pants to his feet when there was a knock at the door. Wondering when the trials of this day would end, he yanked his pants back up and went to see who it was.

Yoshida opened the door and Futami was there. He didn’t notice anything about him, just that he was there. Yoshida was frozen in place, staring with shock. If he had been able to move he might have been able to stop his pants from slipping down at that very moment and dropping to his ankles. Yoshida’s face turned the same shade of red as his boxers while Futami tried to stop the smirk fighting to reach his lips.

When Yoshida’s brain finally told him that he could in fact move, instead of securing his pants, he moved forward to give Futami a hug, tripped over and fell. He grabbed for something to halt his fall and ended up with a handful of Futami’s pants which slipped to the floor with Yoshida. Looking up, he saw that Futami had managed to grab the beer bottle. He took a swig, looked down at Yoshida, and said, ‘Good to see you too.’

Yoshida scrabbled up Futami’s leg and unsteadily got to his feet, buckling his wet pants up again. ‘You’re here,’ he said a little redundantly.

Futami smelled his breath and indicated the bottle, ‘How many of these have you had?’

‘Jush tha one,’ Yoshida slurred indignantly (and technically honestly) but the look he got persuaded him to reveal, ‘and three at a bar.’

‘I better catch up, then,’ Futami said and took another glug. He drew the back of his hand across his lips and wiped it down his top. It came away even wetter, prompting him to ask, ‘Have you got any towels? I don’t wanna ruin your carpet.’

‘Of course! Let me jush…’ Yoshida went to fetch them, his heart fluttering, making his head spin. He couldn’t believe Futami had shown up at his door. It nearly exploded when he returned to see Futami had taken his top off, water dripping from his hair and running down his athletic body. Yoshida swallowed and handed him the towel, exchanging it for the beer.

Futami pulled down his briefs and kicked them off along with his pants. Yoshida wasn’t sure where to let his eyes rest, looking everywhere and nowhere with a dumb smile plastered on his face.

Despite his best efforts, Yoshida couldn’t stop himself from looking at the exposed privates in front of him. The heavy cock and fuzzy nuts. Suddenly he grabbed Futami’s wrist and pulled him into the living room, saying for no reason that he could discern, ‘Tha reminds me! You need to meet my mossh ballsh.’ He positioned the naked and confused Futami in front of the shelf, leaned over with his head resting on his shoulder and pointed to his plants with the beer bottle, ‘Tha’sh Mokichi, and there tha’sh Mmmosuke.’

‘Hello, little guys,’ Futami said, delicately taking the beer and waving with his fingers as he took the last swig. He put the empty bottle between the two moss balls. ‘They’re real sweet,’ he said and began to turn to Yoshida, but he was stopped.

‘You can’t leave ‘at there,’ he said, ‘no, tha goesh in’a reshycling bin.’

‘Yes, Teach,’ Futami said with mock-obeisance, snapping up the bottle and leaving for the kitchen. Yoshida didn’t think he’d have a problem finding it in his small apartment. He wiped the shelf with his hand to ensure no condensation would spoil the finish.

The idea of cleaning flashed in his mind and he remembered that he hadn’t had the shower he’d been thinking of before Futami arrived. Suddenly the prospect of showering together held an irresistible appeal. Yoshida took off his vest then hooked his thumbs in his waistband. He felt a little embarrassed, but had just enough confidence to pull down both his pants and boxers.

He turned to check in the reflection of the window that he looked presentable. He saw Futami come back into the living room behind him. He wrapped his arms around Yoshida and they both looked at themselves together in the makeshift mirror.

‘I’m sorry I was late,’ Futami said, ‘I ruined our first proper date.’

‘What happened to you? I was waiting there for hours!’ Yoshida couldn’t stop the whine seeping into his voice.

‘I dunno really. There were accidents on the road. I guess cos of the rain. I had no phone signal for ages either, and when I did I couldn’t get through to you.’

‘Shit, my phone!’ Yoshida suddenly recalled, ‘it ran out of battery. I still haven’t plugged it in.’

‘That’s OK. I’m here now,’ Futami squeezed a little tighter, ‘it all worked out in the end.’

‘Hold on though. How come you’re here? Why didn’t you go to the marina?’ Yoshida felt like he was being a particularly suave Sherlock.

‘I did go to the marina,’ Futami explained, ‘I kept trying to ring you, and this barman came out and asked if I was waiting for you. He said you’d just left, so I rushed to get here. Good job I made sure I got your address, huh? I woulda got here sooner but I don’t really know Kanagawa.’

Yoshida turned to him, ‘You’re here. That’s all that matters. We’ve missed out a lot of time, so we’ve got to make the most of the rest of the night.’

‘Just the night?’ Futami smiled and directed Yoshida’s attention to the entrance where a suitcase sat next to his discarded clothes. ‘I’ve taken the week off,’ he said with relish, ‘We’ve got plenty of time left, Teach.’

Yoshida felt his face flush with exhilaration, thoughts of the attractions they could visit around the city flooding his mind. They were dammed when he realized his plans were scuppered before they were even set, ‘Shame we won’t be able to see many sights around Tokyo, this weather’s forecast to be here all week.’

‘Hmm,’ Futami considered, ‘I guess we’ll just have to see what sights we can make inside.’

‘Mm,’ Yoshida nodded, ‘I’d like that. But before anything else, I really need a shower. Want to join me?’

‘Of course!’ Futami said and let himself be led away to the bathroom.

Leaning on the pillow next to his ear, Sumiyoshi said, just enough to be heard, ‘Tai, you awake?’ He waited and gave him a very light shake, but Noka didn’t stir. There wasn’t anything else Sumiyoshi could do, and he definitely didn’t want to wake the sleepyhead; he knew exactly how happy he’d be to be left snoozing, so he got up, wrapped a blanket around him and tiptoed across the cold floor to clean himself up and prepare.

When he was ready, he crawled onto the bed and pulled the sheets off of Noka with a teasing slowness. He watched the goosebumps rise over his body as it was revealed to the morning chill. Normally a nude sleeper, Noka’s only concession to the early spring weather was a pair of boxers which Sumiyoshi eventually uncovered.

He checked he was still sleeping and gingerly cupped the underwear, the striped cotton bunching up as Sumiyoshi lifted his hand until he felt Noka’s cock and balls resting on his palm. He looked up to see if he reacted when he gave them a gentle squeeze. Nothing. So Sumiyoshi lifted one leg of the boxers up to Noka’s groin, unveiling the soft dick.

It was such a source of enjoyment for Sumiyoshi that he took a little timeout to appreciate its pleasing shape resting against Noka’s leg. With two fingers and a thumb, he held the ample foreskin around the head and rubbed in a circular motion to slide the skin against the glans before pulling down the shaft, reaching the base before he saw any sign of the urethra so abundant was Noka’s hood. He replaced the skin to its original position and teased his finger around the opening, slipping it inside when he couldn’t resist any longer and drawing against the head inside.

The friction of his dry finger on the rarely-exposed glans caused a bead of pre-cum to form, which Sumiyoshi collected with the next pass and spread it around the smooth flesh. A moan from Noka made Sumiyoshi freeze and look to see if he was stirring. There wasn’t any further sign of arousal, except the way his cock was hardening under Sumiyoshi’s touch.

More pre-cum coated his finger, so he took it out to get a good look, grasping with his whole hand to pull the foreskin down. Noka’s pink glans was shiny with liquid, the same stuff that formed an orb like a crystal ball at the urethral opening. Sumiyoshi squeezed and tugged up a little, causing the transparent sphere to elongate and run down the valley to the frenulum from where it slowly descended towards Noka’s leg, the glistening strand catching the sunlight.

Keeping hold of the dick with one hand, Sumiyoshi leaned in to catch the globule at the end on his tongue. He followed the trail back up to Noka’s boner which he gave a soft lick and a kiss before taking the foreskin between his lips and pulling it back up over the head.

Noka’s boxers had slipped a little with the movement, and Sumiyoshi considered completely removing them but worried that the jostling would wake his sleeping boyfriend, so he pushed them back up, scrunching them together to try and keep the fabric off the upright cock.

With that done, he lightly scraped the back of two fingers up either side of the ridge running up Noka’s boner, planted his thumb on the frenulum and wrapped his fingers around the shaft. He loved jerking Noka off. The way his foreskin made it easy to stroke all the way down to his base with no friction or tugging at the head like Sumiyoshi was used to with his own. It was so pleasing in his hand that he nearly forgot to go gently, neither wanting Noka to wake or to cum too soon; he was quite familiar with how quickly orgasm occurred with a sleeping guy.

Yet despite his extra care it wasn’t long until he could feel the dick twitching in his grip. He went to move it flat against Noka’s body but wasn’t quite fast enough and the first spurt hit Sumiyoshi full on the cheek. Squinting and suppressing a giggle building in his throat, he held the cock as it bucked and delivered shiny drops of cum onto Noka’s abs.

Sumiyoshi massaged the last of the thick liquid out, feeling Noka’s boner losing a little firmness already. Some of the cum remained in the folds of foreskin so Sumiyoshi inserted his tongue and licked around the glans until he’d cleaned up all the semen, and for a little longer thereafter.

Satisfied, he pulled away and swallowed, returning the boxers to their original position and bidding the penis a silent goodbye. He flumped down next to Noka, rocking the bed.

Noka turned towards him, slowly waking. He winced when Sumiyoshi asked, ‘Are you awake, Tai?’ but immediately smiled when he heard who it was and nodded with a contented sigh.

He opened his eyes and - noting the cum on Sumiyoshi’s cheek - asked, ‘Had fun without me?’

Sumiyoshi dragged a finger down his cheek and placed it in his mouth, nodding with a smugly raised eyebrow.

Noka brought his hand down to his stomach where he inadvertently placed it in the cum which was slowly spreading down his side. He rolled onto his back, saying, ‘Looks like I had fun too. Did you record it?’

Sumiyoshi presented the phone he’d been holding throughout. ‘Of course,’ he said with satisfaction. Noka’s smile widened with excitement, but more was to come. Sumiyoshi motioned behind him at the video camera mounted on a tripod aimed at the bed.

Sitting up, Noka said, ‘Oh Michi!’ He’d spoken too soon; Sumiyoshi then indicated Noka’s phone held in its own tripod on the opposite side of the bed, and then at his laptop at their feet. ‘Aw man! Coverage! “Long-haired twink gets played with while asleep”. Thank you,’ he gave him a peck on the unsullied cheek, and then - with a little uncertainty - said, ‘But er… where’s my other phone?’ Sumiyoshi pointed up to a smartphone which was stuck to the ceiling by a whole load of tape. ‘Oh Michi!’ he repeated, ‘I love you.’

From within the hug that Noka gave him, Sumiyoshi casually stated, ‘They’re still recording.’

Noka pulled out of the hug and held Sumiyoshi by the shoulders, staring intently at his eyes, his own as wide as dishes. His smile had gained astonishment along with the sheer happiness. ‘Oh Michi!’ he said once more, ‘I fucking love you.’

‘Ready for Part 2?’ Sumiyoshi asked, ‘“Long-haired twink fucks the cum out of his boyfriend”?’

He saw he and Ishibashi approaching the shaded hokora, Soga kneeling to commit his prayers, yanking Ishibashi’s T-shirt to get him to join in. Ishibashi’s reluctance and eventual agreement to perform the solemn tradition. How Soga had stayed to feel the spirit of the place while Ishibashi went back to their tent.

The vision faded from Soga’s view, but the memory of his prayer lingered. He screwed his eyes tighter and redoubled his efforts, willing the spirits to grant him this one thing.

He felt a gentle tap on the end of his nose. With a smile of anticipation, he opened his eyes, ready to thank the shrine for bringing Ishibashi already. But it wasn’t Ishibashi. There was no one there.

‘Mmm?’ Soga uttered quizzically, looking around for the source of the touch. But the whole clearing in which the shrine stood appeared empty. Not a living soul. Soga considered the idea of a soul he couldn’t see and shivered as a chill ran down his neck. Another tap joined the chill and Soga felt water trickle down to his nape.

Small patches appeared at random on the ground, darkening the dry earth. Soga looked up to the heavens, he’d not noticed the clouds come over while he’d meditated. The tic tac of the rainfall seemed out of place after the relative peace so shortly before.

A peal of thunder tore through the last semblance of silence. And the rain poured. The sudden increase in volume to a steady, constant hiss of white noise was overbearing.

Soga rushed from the open shrine, heading back to the dry of the tent. He turned back, nearly having forgot himself. He approached the stone phallus respectfully then bowed and thanked the spirits. He whirled round to get back onto the path, nearly slipping in a puddle quickly forming on the compacted soil.

After a few meters he skidded again and decided that running may not be the best idea while he was wearing geta. The wooden platform sandals had seemed appropriate attire for visiting the hokora but Soga was unused to them in torrential rain in the middle of overgrown woodland so he slowed his pace to keep his footing. The rest of his ensemble was an incongruous mix: blue hibiscus bermuda shorts and an earthy-toned poncho.

He felt the heaviness as his clothes absorbed the water, and thought that as he was already so wet there was no need to rush back. He dawdled along the wooded path, enjoying the smell of the rain on the warm ground; ‘petrichor’ was the term, he remembered Ishibashi telling him.

Soga ducked under the low-hanging branch of a tree, it had a rope tied around its trunk from which hung paper charms and bells that tinkled where the rain hit them. ‘Excuse me, Kodama,’ he said, addressing the spirit of the tree. As he continued past it, he noted, ‘You’re already looking more healthy from our gift,’ invoking a memory from the previous day:

When he and Ishibashi had first seen the tree. The wonder Soga had displayed at the age of the twisted bark. He’d noticed the leaves were looking dry and brittle. Ishibashi told him that of course they were, it was getting near the end of summer. Soga wouldn’t have any of it and insisted that they help the kodama any way they could. Ishibashi was pragmatic, saying that doing some praying couldn’t reverse the course of nature. Soga agreed to that, whipping out his dick and explaining that a more practical approach should work. He urinated onto the tree trunk and on the ground around it, mumbling blessings as he did so. When he saw that Ishibashi was just watching, he hugged him from behind and started to fondle his waistband, cajoling him to partake in the watering of the kodama’s vessel. Ishibashi argued that it seemed disrespectful to piss all over a spirit’s home but Soga was quick to point out that ancient things responded positively to natural processes. After some further back and forth, Ishibashi had eventually agreed to pass water, and allowed Soga to hold his penis to direct the spray and whisper the words he should say in his ear.

If Ishibashi had been more accepting of his wishes, Soga would have continued to suggest they feed the tree with other natural bodily fluids. He wished that they’d frotted, Ishibashi pinning Soga to the tree while they ground their hips together, rubbing their hard cocks against each other. Soga relished the thought of being sandwiched between two different kinds of wood. He was sure he would have ejaculated first with the stimulation of the situation, thick spurts of cum dripping onto Ishibashi’s stomach and dick and some dropping onto the ground under their feet. Then Ishibashi would’ve spread his seed over Soga and they’d have both wiped the life-giving semen off their bodies and into the crevices of the bark.

As it was, Soga had to make do with the memory of Ishibashi with his pants around his ankles, tinkling on a tree, his cute butt exposed to all of lonely nature.

The image was cleared away as if by a pair of windshield wipers. Soga noticed how far he’d trekked in the rain, reminiscing and fantasizing about something that had only happened a day ago. Now he was coming up to a small dell hidden below the path by a ring of trees. He peered into the dip and noted the bed of flowers bending under the weight of the downpour. The way the moisture dripped off the multicolored petals was a detail he couldn’t help but think of as looking like something fantastical, so used was he to seeing it depicted in art that in real life it held a surreal allure.

An allure just like Ishibashi had, sitting amongst the flowers, the bright sun shining on his shirtless back making him appear to glow ethereally to Soga who watched from the shade of the trees. He looked like a mythical creature, like one of those classical paintings showing a hero seduced by a group of physically perfect nymphs or dryads or any one of the host of sexually available nature spirits. A role Soga was all too keen to take on.

He flitted between the trees, removing one item of clothing at each so as Ishibashi turned to see what the movement was in his periphery all he saw was a shirt or a bandana floating to the ground. As he took off his boots, Soga snuck a look at Ishibashi who was pretending to keep studying the flowers but was casting his eyes continually to where Soga was undressing. Free of the weight on his feet, Soga leapt to the next tree, kicking his heel up to his ass like a frolicking faun.

‘What do you want, Yuichi?’ Ishibashi said without facing Soga’s last known position.

‘Aw, how d’you know it was me?’ Soga whinged, feeling Ishibashi had rather spoilt the mood.

Rolling his eyes to the sky, Ishibashi looked like he was addressing the vast expanse of blue, ‘We’re in the middle of nowhere, we haven’t seen anyone for days,’ he turned and pointed behind him, ‘and I got you that bracelet you’ve just dumped on the ground.’

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Instead of approaching Ishibashi somewhat deflated and sitting next to him to hear him tell which flowers he wanted to grow in their garden, Soga should have kept turning rings around the dell, stripping off completely. Then he’d have given Ishibashi glimpses of his lithe body between the trees before finally surprising him from behind, then they’d have rolled amongst the flowers and made love, their senses filled with each other and the sweet-smelling blooms.

Flinching at the driving rain, Soga brushed moisture from his cheek, assuring himself it was rainwater and not a symptom of his rueing how Ishibashi seemed to scupper his plans so easily.

It was like the other day at the lake on the other side of their campsite; the sun had been blazing and Soga had kept cool by dipping his feet into the lake from the old pier. Just waggling his legs, watching the reflected flocks of birds scud across the surface and break apart in the ripples he created. He could feel the heat prickling the back of his neck above his T-shirt until a shadow fell across it.

‘You shouldn’t sit in the sun without sunblock, you know?’ Ishibashi reprimanded, ‘You least of all.’

Soga regarded his pale skin and chose to ignore Ishibashi’s concern. He stood up saying, ‘I was just waiting for you. Let’s go for a swim.’ He whipped off his top and grinned.

‘I didn’t bring my trunks,’ Ishibashi said, looking genuinely disappointed, ‘and neither did you. I wish we’d known this lake was here.’

Soga yanked his pants off, his white butt glaring under the sun as he turned his head to say, ‘Who needs trunks?’ before diving into the water. He re-emerged and began treading water, wiping wet hair from his eyes, he called back to Ishibashi, ‘C’mon Koji, it’s so cool.’

Ishibashi gave him a look that Soga knew meant he was deciding if he’d meant the water or the skinny dipping was cool, and which would be more endearing. Through his wonky smile, he said, ‘I’ll just keep watch.’

‘For what? Scared Jaws’ll come up and bite my ass?’ Soga barely resisted splashing water at Ishibashi’s feet.

‘Firstly the shark’s name wasn’t Jaws. And I’m keeping watch like a lifeguard,’ he held himself higher, looking more important, ‘I can’t have you getting hurt, my Ichi.’

‘Aaaand you don’t wanna do it cos you think we’ll be seen,’ Soga nonchalantly pricked Ishibashi’s complacency.

He cocked his head and admitted, ‘Yeah, that too.’

‘Kojiro!’ Soga couldn’t help the disappointed desperation in his voice, ‘We’re alone here. There’s no way in hell we’ll be spotted. Unless you think those birds’ll peck off your little wormy.’ He regretted his harsh words immediately, and especially the gesture he made with his pinkie. But it seemed to have the desired effect; Ishibashi started to undress, laying his clothes on the uprights of the pier.

Soga wolf-whistled as more flesh was revealed. Ishibashi blushed, hiding his crotch with his hands even though he was still in his boxer briefs as he clumsily lowered himself into the water. He swam over to Soga who interlocked fingers with him and they paddled together for a little while.

‘See? Isn’t this fun?’ Soga said, his head bobbing periodically under the surface.

‘It’s nice and cool,’ Ishibashi admitted.

‘Looks cooler over there,’ Soga pointed to a shady area under a weeping willow and led Ishibashi over.

So they had floated together, away from the sweltering heat, drifting as they watched how the sunlight played on the water, making it glister like a jewel through the leaves swaying softly in the gentle breeze.

The difficulty he’d had in convincing Ishibashi to join him was enough for Soga to not even bother orchestrating a little outdoor roll around on the sandy shore. Although when Ishibashi had stepped out of the water, the way it clung to his underwear in indecent translucency had nearly made up for it.

Soga smiled at that satisfying conclusion to the other day and considered how lucky he was to be wearing such heavy clothing in the thunderstorm. His poncho had darkened to a murky smudge of indistinct color, just as had the woodland around him as the storm drained away the light.

Emerging from the woods and into the field in which they’d pitched camp, Soga was grateful to soon be shed of his wet clothes. The orange tent shone like a beacon, Soga could see Ishibashi’s silhouette moving in front of the camping lantern which illuminated the canvas.

An image came uninvited into his mind of the shapes they must have cast on their first night there. Of the X-rated shadow puppet show they’d unwittingly performed: Soga screwing Ishibashi doggy style, the whole scene projected onto the side of the tent.

Soga made a pact with himself that he would set up a camera to record it before they went back home, assuming there’d be at least one more dry night during their vacation.

As it was, he was just happy to at last be unzipping the tent, anticipating getting out of his sodden attire. He'd barely got a dripping foot in before he was knocked onto his ass by a dark shape that came flying towards him. Managing to sit up, he saw it was Ishibashi holding him tight around the waist, his scrunched up face buried deep in Soga's chest.

With his fingers stroking Ishibashi’s hair that had lost its usual structure, Soga noticed he was trembling, ‘You cold, honey?’

Ishibashi tried to look nonchalant, ‘Nuh, just happy to see you.’ An almighty crash of thunder rocked the tent making Ishibashi nearly knock Soga off balance again with his frightened jolt.

Soga’s eyes widened and he said almost excitedly, ‘You’re scared of the storm!’ He bundled him under his poncho and wiggled with his face against his body.

Somehow Ishibashi managed to say, ‘No I’m not. I’m just cold. You were right, I’m cold.’ It wasn’t very convincing in the first place but when another roll of thunder caused Ishibashi to let out a meek ‘eep!’ Soga knew he’d hit the nail on the head.

‘Just relax, Jiji,’ Soga rocked gently, cradling his love, ‘I’ve got you. Just think of me and forget the storm.’ He felt a nod against his belly and could sense Ishibashi gradually calming.

He felt a finger tracing shapes on his abs and tiptoeing down his torso. Ishibashi’s low voice came through the poncho, ‘Can we do something, Ichi? To really take my mind off it.’ Soga had barely opened his mouth to assent when he felt his bermuda shorts being tugged down. A pair of eager lips closed around his dick which hardened in the wetness of the mouth, a searching tongue playing around and over and along. Soga’s boner grew in Ishibashi’s mouth and he kept it securely in until he couldn’t hold it any longer. Soga felt him take his lips away, heard him take in a big gulp of air and then return to blowing him. Trying to forget the storm around them, Ishibashi was really going for it, pumping his head up and down under Soga’s poncho, working the shaft with his full lips. At every rumble of thunder, there was a corresponding dip from Ishibashi as he deepthroated Soga’s rock hard dick.

Feeling he was missing out on a major part of the experience, Soga pulled off the poncho so he could see. He locked eyes with Ishibashi who gave him a playful smile despite his cock-stuffed mouth. ‘Ishibashi-kunnn,’ he moaned, tickling the sinews of his lover’s neck that were standing out more and more with each plunge. He felt the inexorable desire to press his hands into the muscle, slowly pressuring Ishibashi’s jugular. It didn’t slow the eager slurping, if anything it served to increase the speed and the depths at which he took in Soga’s cock.

A dribble of saliva rolled down Ishibashi’s chin and dripped onto Soga’s balls. The warm wetness brought him out of the moment as he thought how he needed to change position and get out of his shorts. With Ishibashi still clamped onto his dick, he knelt up and wriggled the bermudas down and off his feet. He gripped harder on his neck, supporting Ishibashi’s upper body as he felt the blood pumping in the carotid arteries. Soga saw his face turning beetroot and felt the heat radiating onto his crotch, yet still Ishibashi pushed further, taking the whole cock, eyes watering with the effort. Soga’s ghostly pale hands tightened further around Ishibashi’s herculean neck, enough to feel his dick thrusting in and out, his fingers tickling through the choked flesh.

Ishibashi took it deep, nestling his nose in Soga’s pubes, slithering his head side to side, trying to get the cock as far in as it could possibly go. The veins on his neck were jutting out like thick cords that travelled down onto his chest, creating fractal patterns pulsing impotently against the pressure of Soga’s hands.

Hands that were becoming numb due to the sustained tension. He released his grasp to adjust position and Ishibashi took the opportunity to pull away, his open mouth sucking in air as a trickle of spit and pre-cum ran down his chin and oozed stickily onto his shirt. The vein in the middle of his perspiration-speckled forehead was popping as he looked at Soga, trying to catch any breath with which to talk. The white handprints around his neck were slowly fading as his flushed head returned to its usual tanned tone. He gave up trying to speak for a moment and looked down at the wet patch on his top, holding it out to show Soga, he took it off and continued to denude completely. A strand of pre-cum glittered from his boner to the groundsheet as he swallowed, coating his throat with enough saliva to say, ‘Don’t go easy on me. You can go harder. Crush it.’

Soga was about to assert that he was only getting started when a flash of lightning made Ishibashi’s eyes enlarge with alertness, and the following thunder clap made his assertive stance fold and he was trembling with his arms wrapped around Soga once more.

‘This won’t do,’ Soga said, removing Ishibashi’s hands from his waist and crawling to the opening which he started to unzip.

‘Where are you going?’ Ishibashi asked desperately.

‘You’re coming with me,’ Soga smiled and stepped out of the tent into the pouring rain.

Ishibashi didn’t follow. He sat agape, watching Soga’s ashen butt becoming increasingly shiny as the torrent came down. He silently pleaded for him to come back in.

Without looking into the tent, Soga held his hand behind him, waiting for Ishibashi to heed his summons. He felt fingers slide into his palm and a small but determined ‘ok’. He pulled Ishibashi out and into the downpour, holding him face to face, the rain already dripping freely from their noses and chins. ‘I’m gonna show you OK?’ he said, unconsciously nodding to reinforce the positivity, ‘There’s nothing to worry about.’

‘OK,’ Ishibashi nodded and let himself be led a few steps away onto a smooth patch of soft grass.

‘It’s safe to be out in a storm as long as you keep low,’ he said, sinking to the ground invitingly. He pulled Ishibashi on top of him, their hard, wet cocks slipping against each other.

Lightning illuminated their lithe, naked bodies, the moisture on their skin reflecting the incandescence in desirous aspects.

The thunder brought Ishibashi down into Soga’s neck from where he whispered into his ear, ‘Fuck me, please. Having you inside me makes me forget…’ he indicated the surrounding, overbearing sky with his eyes.

‘Well, as you asked so nicely,’ Soga grinned and allowed Ishibashi to take his dick and guide it into his ass.

They rolled together in the grass, hugging and rutting and moaning and panting.

The lightning flashed like a bulb, displaying their intense passion in a series of raw portraits:

Soga pulling Ishibashi close to kiss him hard, pushing the back of his head with his strong hands into his lips.

Ishibashi holding Soga’s arms to ensure he didn’t stop choking him.

Soga thrusting into Ishibashi under him, three fingers slipped deep in his own ass.

Ishibashi with his head rolling back, his arm at an angle in the grass, the pleasure plain on his face as he held Soga’s writhing back.

Soga lifting Ishibashi’s legs up, leaning in to go deep.

Ishibashi riding Soga’s cock, rain running down his muscular body, yelling up into the sky as cum pumped into his ass.

The sound of his cry echoed around the field as he relaxed and settled onto Soga’s chest. ‘Thank you,’ he said softly and kissed his cheek.

‘Look,’ Soga said, staring up into the sky, ‘you scared the clouds away.’

Ishibashi rolled onto his back from where he could see the moon slowly being revealed as the sky cleared. He felt for Soga’s hand with his and held it tight. They both fell asleep watching the sky fill with stars that twinkled in a joyful dance.

Their bodies were coated in dew from the early morning. The dark sky still held a multitude of stars that seemed even brighter now the moon had set. A faint glow was on the eastern edge of the great canvas.

Ishibashi somehow knew that Soga was awake, but they both remained silent, just looking up with sleepy eyes.

Eventually Soga broke the silence with a quiet mumble, ‘My prayers were answered tonight,’ he didn’t turn to look at the other, ‘the spirits here sure act fast.’

‘What did you pray for?’ Ishibashi asked, watching the starlight accentuate Soga’s neckline and lips when he replied.

Soga swallowed, his adam’s apple dipping and rising sweetly, ‘I wished that you’d need me.’

Ishibashi was silent, not knowing how to respond. The stars seemed to blur and double in number until he blinked. He rested his head against Soga’s and followed his gaze into the sky. He knew that from that moment on any future storms wouldn’t hold the same fear for him, as all he’d need to do is remember this night. A shooting star flashed directly overhead, its trail a pleasing mix of blues and whites. ‘I just made a wish too,’ he said, stumbling slightly as the emotion spilled into his voice.

‘Mmh?’ Soga replied in that curious way of his.

‘I wished you’d always be with me and never stop kissing me,’ Ishibashi nuzzled into Soga’s neck.

His hands slipped down the other’s arms and cradled in the grip of Hachioji’s fingers. They stood under the crossbar, smiling together, feeling the warmth of their partner’s hands as Matsuo’s kick sailed overhead like a low-flying silent firework.

The ball thudded onto the ground and bounced a couple of times until it clattered into the chain-link fence and rolled to a stop by Sekizan and Hachioji’s feet. They looked down at the oval resting against their cleats and realized that the entire team’s eyes must be on them, holding hands way after the try celebration had finished. Sekizan moved in front of Hachioji to block the view of their clasped hands, switching his own surreptitiously so both were behind his back holding one of the hooker’s. ‘Good practice today,’ he announced, trying to make it appear that the red in his cheeks was his passion for the team rather than just for the member behind him, ‘time to get changed, go home, and tomorrow I’ll keep whipping this team into shape.’

As soon as he and Hachioji had gotten back to Sekizan’s - even before they’d taken their shoes off - the captain apologized for his behavior on the field. It was the first time they’d held hands in public, and it was in front of the whole team, and they needed to maintain the respect of the guys in their charge. The explanations and excuses spilled out of Sekizan as he bowed penitently, looking down at his wringing hands.

Hachioji patted Sekizan’s back reassuringly, ‘Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I liked-’

‘No,’ Sekizan erupted, batting the other away and falling to the floor to kowtow. His muffled voice came up from the carpet, ‘I… I need to be punished.’

Hachioji looked down at the prostrate figure at his feet, smiling at the captain’s sweet reservedness. He gave him a light tap with a toe and was surprised to hear Sekizan’s muffled moan, ‘Harder. I deserve it.’ This was unlike Sekizan, he wasn’t normally so forward in their relationship. It was always Hachioji who initiated, and even then Sekizan would remain… well, reserved. And it wasn’t always so sweet. In fact, sometimes it got to Hachioji and he felt he was doing all the work. But now here he was with Sekizan under him, begging for punishment; he was determined to grab the opportunity with both hands.

Hachioji drew his foot back and kicked up into Sekizan’s clavicle, causing him to rise to a kneeling position as he sucked in air through his teeth. He settled onto his backside and hung his head limply, his hair curls obscuring his reddening face. He kept his gaze down, deferent to his vice. He already looked defeated, submissive.

‘Get undressed,’ Hachioji ordered, walking away.

Sekizan grabbed the other’s pants and pleaded, ‘I want you to do it, Mutsumi.’ But he was roughly shaken off and impotently watched Hachioji go out into the porch.

A moment later he came back into the corridor holding Sekizan’s rugby bag. He looked at him disappointedly, ‘I thought I told you to get undressed?’

His answer came with a deflated sag, and a whisper-quiet repetition, ‘I wanted you to do it.’

Hachioji sat cross-legged on the floor away from Sekizan, pulled out one of his cleats and started fiddling with the laces, ‘If you want this - if you want punishment like you said - you’re gonna have to show me. I don’t want any of this “No, stop, I’ve changed my mind”. Show me you want it by doing it yourself.’

Obeying, the redhead rose to his feet and worked his fingers down his shirt, unbuttoning to reveal a tight T-shirt. ‘I’d use the safe word if I really meant it,’ he said sulkily.

‘“Pink”,’ Hachioji practically tutted, looking up from his unlacing to see Sekizan remove his T-shirt, ‘you're so… predictable.’

The captain slipped the belt from its buckle, explaining, ‘I was just adapting the traffic light system you told me people use.’

‘I know, darling,’ Hachioji said, wrapping the shoelace around his hand and putting the cleat back in Sekizan’s bag, ‘and it's sweet that you think you weren’t being utterly predictable.’ He stood up and watched impatiently as the pants were finally removed. Gesturing to Sekizan’s pink briefs, he ordered, ‘And those.’

‘Can’t I take them off upstairs?’ the nearly-nude guy asked with a slight whine.

‘Nuh,’ Hachioji denied him, ‘Everything off and then we go upstairs.’ He smiled when Sekizan yielded and quickly pulled down the underwear. ‘Look,’ he said pleasantly, ‘I’ll let you wear one thing.’ He bent to fish something out of the other’s bag. ‘Well, two really,’ he mumbled before pulling out Sekizan’s long, black rugby socks and tossing them to their owner, ‘put them on.’

Rushing to avoid being naked in the hall for any longer, Sekizan pulled his socks up to his knees. ‘OK? Have I…’ he lowered his voice, ‘proven that I want... it?’

‘Oh, I can see you want it, yeah,’ Hachioji was enjoying the view of Sekizan’s semi and the way the socks highlighted just how muscular his calves were, somehow emphasizing his thick thighs. He also enjoyed making Sekizan wait and stew in his own embarrassment for just a little longer.

But now it was time.

Hachioji led Sekizan up the stairs by his hands. Stopping halfway up, he held them against his cheek and said, ‘These hands have got a lot to answer for. Let’s make sure they don’t cause any more trouble for you.’

Dragging Sekizan’s hands towards the banister so he had to bend over, Hachioji tied him by the wrists to the rail. Sekizan’s face silently pleaded with him as Hachioji sank onto the step in front of his captive. ‘Here?!’ Sekizan managed to whisper, his blushing an obvious reaction to having his bare ass pointed directly at the front door.

Hachioji rested his forehead against Sekizan’s and nodded with a wry smirk that revealed just how much he was relishing his partner’s discomfort. He slid his fingers down Sekizan’s back as he settled onto a step from where he could see his cock dangling before him. It jolted when Hachioji gave Sekizan’s butt a firm slap that echoed on the stairwell.

Hachioji was pleased with his choice. The reverberations intensified each smack he gave the ass.

Sekizan kept his head held up resolutely, eyes shut and teeth digging into his lips to stop any noises escaping. It was something that honestly annoyed Hachioji; it seemed like Sekizan denied himself pleasure, and when he got it he remained silent in some pretence of abstinence.

But the way his dick was stiffening in front of Hachioji told the hooker all he needed. Too bad Sekizan was being punished, he couldn’t be allowed to enjoy so visibly. With a dismissive swipe, Hachioji batted the dick down, making him flinch but remain resiliently silent.

Hachioji was determined however to hear some moans from Sekizan magnified in their bouncing around the walls. He’d have to dig in. A finger into the captain's ass with each slap would do the trick, he was sure. At first he simply grabbed as he made contact every time, but then he let his fingers reach deeper as they wrapped around the buttock, and before long Hachioji was hooking his finger into Sekizan’s anus and ripping away when he raised his hand for the next slap.

Sweat beaded on Sekizan’s face and down his torso as he fought to maintain control. And although he managed to preserve his mutism, his rising excitement was clearly visible to Hachioji.

So Hachioji gave the semi a hard thwap.

Sekizan jerked at the waist and grunted. The sound was barely audible enough to echo, but it was exactly what Hachioji had hoped for. ‘I like getting a rise out of you,’ he smirked and hit the dick again.

This time the moan was more resonant, the desperation apparent and growing as was the pitch. Sekizan bit into his shoulder muscles to prevent any further exclamations. Hachioji wasn’t going to let Sekizan ruin his fun though. And anyway, he was just being emotionally over-sensitive as he always was with anything involving his dick. Hachioji grabbed a buttock roughly, some fingers slipping into the asshole, he hooked in to pull and with the other hand wound up to bat the shaft again, this time aiming nearer the base to really jar it.

The thunk reverberated along with Sekizan’s cry. He hung his head and gasped for breath, sweat dripping onto Hachioji’s face. With no further to bow his head, the captain averted his eyes and dramatically expounded, ‘You know what I've been through, Mutsumi.’

‘OK, OK. I’ll stop,’ Hachioji yielded, relaxing his grip on Sekizan’s ass.

The captain nearly collapsed with relief, Hachioji patted him on the back and got up.

Then he walked downstairs.

'Where are you going? Mutsumi!' Sekizan craned to see where the other had gone.

Hachioji appeared again, wandering into the kitchen. A moment later he came back through the corridor with a packet of chips. He plonked down on a sofa in the lounge just within view of Sekizan who could only watch and struggle against the restraints.

His body was twisting and curling, fighting between trying to release itself from the laces or trying to relieve the cock that was now hard despite him.

Finally he gave in and let Hachioji hear what he wanted, ‘Please. I need you to… finish.’

The vice looked back to Sekizan, ‘You’re looking awfully sore.’ Sekizan’s boner was red and throbbing, Hachioji could see the pain he must be in through the color alone. ‘Want me to take care of that, buddy?’

‘Mhmm,’ Sekizan pursed his lips, ashamed at his previous blatancy. Hachioji was sure it’d be a long time before he was so frank again.

Getting up, Hachioji asked in a nurturing tone, ‘How about something to cool you down?’ He left Sekizan’s sight again to open the front door before plopping back down on the sofa to finish his corn chips.

A biting fall breeze blew in and whipped against Sekizan’s ass. He whimpered.

‘Hmm? Did you say something?’ Hachioji’s question dripped with sarcasm.

‘Please shut the door,’ Sekizan did his best to lower himself courteously, but with his hard-on and tied hands, he just looked precious and dumb to Hachioji.

But the hooker’s face wasn’t smiling at his lover. ‘Oh? Is this too public for you?’ he stormed towards the staircase, scrunching up the empty packet and throwing it in Sekizan’s face. ‘You’ll learn to like it,’ he said, spreading Sekizan’s ass cheeks apart and pushing a finger in, still coated in chili-flavored dust. The captain yelped in surprise at the coarseness, and this simply caused Hachioji to go deeper and quicker. He introduced another finger and played around for a little while, using Sekizan’s tight hole to wipe the coating off.

Dragging down to stretch the sphincter, Hachioji took out his fingers and planted his face between his captive’s buttocks, not needing to stoop as he was standing on a lower step. He ate Sekizan out voraciously, like he was trying to get every last crumb out of his ass.

Sekizan let out a long, shivering, guttural moan that kept going through his breathing. ‘S-s-st-s-stop, Mutsumi.’ There was an urgency in his voice that made Hachioji obey, and he thought that there might be more opportunity for mischief if it was just Sekizan being delicate. The captain breathlessly motioned with his head for Hachioji to come closer. When he was close, he whispered, unable to look him in the eye, ‘I’m about to- I need to… finish. But I want you to have it. My juice in your mouth, and then spit it into me and use it as…’ he could only bring himself to mouth the word “lube”. ‘But please shut the door.’

Hachioji could feel the heat emanating from Sekizan’s reddening face. He knew the captain would not bear to regard him for a week after saying that. ‘Oh, you are being demanding today,’ Hachioji said, moving back, ‘I like it.’ He gave Sekizan’s ass a departing slap as he went and shut the door.

Upon returning, he crab crawled up the stairs, ducking between the black socks of the captain’s legs from where he lunged his face at his dick and latched on. Sekizan bucked like an animal, but Hachioji managed to hold on and kept sucking, hard and long, pulling all the blood into the captain’s cock.

‘It’s too much,’ Sekizan moaned, trying to back away, ‘stop.’ But it’s what he asked for so it’s what he’s gonna get. Hachioji held Sekizan’s butt to pull him in deeper and didn’t stop sucking.

There was another unexpected buck from Sekizan’s hip and he quickly urged breathlessly, ‘It’s happening.’

Hachioji only just had enough time to pull out a little so he wouldn’t accidentally swallow any. Then his mouth filled with cum. He let the twitches from Sekizan’s dick and hips subside before pulling away, stopping a small dribble down his chin with a finger as he did.

He carefully threaded himself back through Sekizan’s legs, knowing how sensitive he was just after cumming, and that if he brushed his leg he might be liable to collapse on him.

Back at his captive’s ass, Hachioji watched the anus’s post-ejaculation twitch for a little while. That and Sekizan’s echoing panting served as pleasant entertainment to Hachioji while he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Then he stretched Sekizan’s hole open with two fingers and spat out some cum. He pushed it in, coating the edges, and repeated the process a few times until his mouth was empty and he had Sekizan nice and prepared.

Then Hachioji shoved his dick in. Sekizan’s yell echoed throughout the house. A rhythmic beat soon followed as the vice’s balls slapped against both their gooches in turn like a swinging clapper.

An irritating jingling sound had started up too, though. It didn’t take many thrusts for Hachioji to realize it was his belt buckle tinkling limply, mirroring Sekizan’s spent prick in its useless dangling. Hachioji clasped his hand over the end to silence it, but nearly immediately thought better of it and yanked the belt out from its loops.

‘You really wanna be punished today, huh?’ he said rhetorically.

‘Mhmm,’ Sekizan spoke greedily into his shoulder, trying to face Hachioji while keeping his head submissive. He’d acquiesced without hearing the vice’s reason behind the question.

‘Not only did you hold my hand in public,’ he traced the edge of the hard leather along Sekizan’s side, ‘you’ve just cum way before I’m ready to.’

‘S-sorry, Mu-’ a taut thwap upon his back made him stop with a wincing growl.

‘I haven’t finished!’ Hachioji stated, trying to keep the mirth out of his voice at the impressive sound he’d managed to achieve with the belt, ‘I’m gonna have to keep playing with you until I’m good and ready.’

Sekizan shut up and bent in preparation to receive. His head snapped up with the next strike of the belt, his back muscles tensing and rolling to ease the pain. He didn’t have enough time to inhale before a new stinging strip spread from his shoulder to his hips.

Hachioji was so busy admiring the red marks appearing on his captive’s muscular back that he’d forgotten to take care of his ass. With the next lash of the belt, he shoved from his pelvis, nearly knocking them both off their feet. Sekizan’s front was briefly exposed to Hachioji as he twisted to keep balance, his nipples pink and inviting.

‘Keep up, darling,’ Hachioji teased, flicking the belt under his captain, which snapped into his abs with a satisfying slap. The accompanying winces from Sekizan as the vice whipped the belt all over his torso - front and back - were pleasant enough, but Hachioji felt he could eke out a little more.

He settled into an easy rhythm of fucking, playing the belt soothingly around the welts it had caused. Then he brought it away from their bodies and flicked his wrist, sending the tough leather arcing up Sekizan’s leg to graze his thigh and cuff his cock and balls.

The noise was spectacular.

It was such a desperate mix of angry growl, pained whimper, and needy moan that Hachioji had to stop until Sekizan’s keening echoes had abated completely, fearing he’d cum before he was ready.

Deciding to cut the sound off at the source, Hachioji wrapped the belt around his captain’s neck and pulled it tight through its buckle, some of Sekizan’s skin pinching in the metal. As Hachioji stood upright with the leather taut in his hand, Sekizan’s back arched enticingly and the vice plowed his ass with a newfound vigor.

He used the belt as a lead, guiding the captain to ride his dick with instructive yanks. With his other hand, Hachioji batted at Sekizan’s dong and was surprised to feel it was stiffening. The boy was insatiable. Or just a glutton for punishment.

Hachioji couldn’t deny him more. He let go of the belt which hit Sekizan’s back with a dull thud that reverberated on his ribs. He gasped for breath, allowing Hachioji time to stop and think what to do next without him likely to notice that the ramming had paused.

It was looking at the black socks that made Hachioji think of it.

‘Don’t go anywhere,’ he told his captive, finding it irresistible to give the juicy butt another smack as he left him gulping in air.

He rejoined Sekizan with cleats in hand. Holding the footwear by the upper part, he grabbed the captain’s legs. Pulling the spikes into his thighs, Hachioji entered Sekizan but found he needed more purchase so he half-lifted and walked them both up a couple of steps. With Sekizan at a more acute angle, Hachioji was able to pull the spikes into his legs with greater force and fuck his ass with increased vigor.

Sekizan’s head was shaking, as if deciding between looking under him at the cleats in his thighs, up and into Hachioji’s eyes, or pointing forward to focus on breathing and controlling the pain. ‘Mutsummmhh,’ the word was reflexively expelled, Sekizan flinching halfway through, from what he was doing to his front or rear, Hachioji couldn’t tell.

‘What?’ the vice said, sounding prickly.

‘It hurts,’ Sekizan looked behind him into Hachioji’s face, a tear rolling down his flushed cheek, ‘don’t stop.’

His words had the opposite effect. Hachioji dug the spikes in as hard as he could, trying to defer the pressure away from his cock, but he knew it was coming. ‘Sekizaaaaan!’ he yelled gutturally, embarrassed at the wild baseness of his expulsion. As he pushed into the captain, pumping cum deep into his ass, he found he couldn’t make another sound while his body contracted with the powerful force.

Hachioji pulled out, a small bead of his cum following. ‘You dick,’ he said, pushing the semen in with a finger, ‘what’d you say that for?’

Sekizan dropped to a knee and watched Hachioji pull his pants up, ‘Sorry, Mutsumi.’

‘Anyone would think you wanted to be punished,’ Hachioji said, zipping up his fly and not failing to notice the greedy look in Sekizan’s eye at what he’d said. ‘Good thing I’ve got one more thing for you.’

Sekizan got back to his feet wearily but galvanized at the notion of the further punishment to come.

It came in the form of a bottle.

Hachioji retrieved it from Sekizan’s rugby bag. The vice sat on a step next to his captain and laid his hand nonchalantly upon Sekizan’s butt. He took a swig from the sports bottle, sighing with the moisturizing relief. It was still icy cold from the fall weather.

Sekizan shifted his weight from one leg to another. ‘Come on, Mutsumi,’ he whined, each buttock clenching in turn, ‘what have you got planned for me?’

‘I thought you might need some water,’ Hachioji explained. Sekizan didn’t respond, knowing there must be an ulterior motive.

He was proved right when he felt the nozzle of his bottle pushed into his asshole. At a squeeze form Hachioji’s meaty hand a jet of cold liquid filled his anus. Sekizan spat out a hiss at the sensation. ‘It’s… s-so cold,’ he complained as water seeped out of his butt.

‘We’ve gotta get you cleaned up,’ Hachioji justified, ‘it won’t do to have the captain filled up with cum.’ He squeezed the bottle again and watched the stream of water enter Sekizan, dribbling out a moment later along with some cum. Hachioji wondered if it was his own or Sekizan’s or even a mixture of the two.

Another squeeze released more of the ejaculatory suspension as well as a timid squeak from Sekizan. His ass was turning a bright shade of red, becoming raw with the chill. As the trickle reached the back of his knee, Sekizan could barely control a shiver which brought him out in goosebumps.

Hachioji began to feel a little pity for his captive. But not enough to stop him spraying one last time. The translucent liquid ran down Sekizan’s leg and seeped into his rugby sock, leaving a sticky white streak on the black cotton.

‘All done,’ Hachioji sighed dramatically, ‘feeling sufficiently punished?’ He moved up a few steps where he could see Sekizan’s grateful eyes in his exhausted, nodding head. ‘OK, pup. Time to release you.’ He loosened the knot in the laces tying Sekizan’s hands up, allowing the captain to collapse into his arms. Cradling him, Hachioji stroked Sekizan’s hair, ‘Let’s just rest here a moment and then get you to bed.’

‘Thank you, Mutsumi,’ Sekizan’s voice was muffled in their chests. He raised his head like a diver coming up for air, and spiked towards Hachioji’s lips as if seeking resuscitation.

Hachioji was only too pleased to give it, kissing Sekizan long and wet and deep.

The captain pulled away, plump lips dripping with shared saliva. He turned his head bashfully and muttered, ‘Pink,’ invoking the safe word they’d agreed on.