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Before Ken left on Sunday morning, he informed Takeru that since the end of the term was approaching, he needed to be focused on studying for his exams.
Takeru raised his eyebrows. “And I need to know this or care because…?”
Ken huffed, but finally said, “My ass is unavailable until my classes are over.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah. Okay.”
That was the last time they were alone together for a solid three weeks.
It wasn't like Takeru didn't have his own final papers and whatnot to deal with, but he hadn't gone anywhere near as prestigious as Ken, and perfect scores weren't much of a priority for him. So while Ken was off busy studying, Takeru was left to stew in his increasingly complicated feelings. It was easy to tell what his dick wanted, that much was true, but his heart and head refused to just get on board.
Rationally speaking, it made sense. Clearly Ken was safer, of all things, with only Takeru fucking him. And Takeru's own needs were finally being met, leaving him more satisfied than he'd felt since…
Then, the unpleasant bubbling up of shame whenever Takeru remembered why they were both so fucked up sexually. Because he'd let his rage-induced haze as a child morph into sheer horniness at the thought of ‘putting the Kaiser in his place.’
No matter how many times his internal voice flip-flopped, Ken's desperate noises were still what Takeru jerked off to on the daily.
So when he got Ken's text saying, “My exams are done,” part of him wanted to demand he get over to Takeru's apartment immediately and part of him considered if it would be more responsible to block his number.
Obviously he couldn't do that, but Takeru did finally respond with, “cool but I think we need to talk.”
His phone buzzed almost immediately.
Well that's nice but I don't want to.
Oh. If that was the game Ken wanted to play, Takeru would oblige.
Ken furrowed his brows when he heard the banging on his apartment door. He hadn't ordered anything, and he hadn't invited anyone over, either.
He opened the door to Takeru. Ken went pale.
“H-how did you get this address…”
“Hikari told me when I asked!” he said brightly, barging in past Ken.
Totally reasonable, considering their tightly knit friend group. For some reason, it still sent Ken reeling. His pulse spiked, his skin prickled. Nobody had ever been able to track him down before, and now his space was invaded by—
“I already told you, I don't want to—”
“Talk? I know. Don't worry. You won't.”
Without any further discussion, Takeru gripped Ken by the shoulder and shoved a ball gag into his mouth.
Ken's mouth went dry. He quickly yanked it back out, then raised his voice to say, “Wormmon? Please go hang out with V-mon for a bit.”
It was a somewhat odd request, but one Ken had made before and Wormmon willingly followed in the past.
The two men stood there for several silent seconds, and then Ken meekly inserted the ball gag himself, his hands dropping away to let Takeru buckle it.
Takeru slammed him into the wall, bodily flipping Ken over and pulling the leather strap tight. But he didn't just buckle it. Instead, Ken heard the sound of a lock clicking shut.
The finality of it made him shiver. When Takeru tugged on the padlock, Ken whimpered.
He can come for me any time he wants. Ken's underwear was already getting damp at the thought, that adrenaline fueled fear leaving him breathing hard through the gag, the air whistling through the holes in the rubber ball that stretched his jaw open and pressed down on his tongue, leaving him speechless.
“Strip. Everything off.”
With trembling hands, Ken complied. As he did, Takeru did his talking.
“Y'know, I kept asking myself if I should really be doing this with you. I figured it was only right of me to talk about it with you, considering our history, and we didn't exactly work out anything last month. But I try to address it and okay, you don't want to talk. Then fine. I'll give you what you need, because I'll be damned if I let you go sleep around with random men again.”
Ken glowered at the floor as Takeru rambled on. As far as he'd been concerned there was nothing to talk about. Ken wanted to be brutalized, clearly Takeru craved the violent control, why care beyond that?
He didn't want to think about the reasons. He didn't want to think.
Then he felt the leather slide against his neck. He stiffened, and when he heard yet another lock slam shut, his cock twitched.
Takeru slipped a finger through the collar and pulled, leading Ken over to the full length mirror beside his bed.
“Since you keep forgetting who you're supposed to obey.”
There was a tag, like for a dog. It took a moment to read due to being a reflection, but heat flushed Ken's face when he figured it out.
Takeru's pet slut.
Takeru lightly slapped Ken's cock, just to watch it bounce. He smirked. “Aww, well some part of you knows your proper place.”
Ken averted his eyes. It earned him a harsh yank on the collar. The tag jingled.
“No. You look at yourself. I want you to watch as I ruin you.”
Ken glared into the mirror, his eyes meeting Takeru's in the reflection. The smug bastard was amused.
Takeru kept a tight grip in Ken's hair with one hand as the other reached down into his pants pocket. He pulled out a tube of lube, popped open the cap, and let it drip all over his fingers.
He shoved two in at once. Ken jolted, which made the tag on the collar jingle in a humiliating reminder of the situation. A few quick pumps and Takeru forced in a third.
Ken closed his eyes and moaned, only to earn a harsh tug in his hair.
“Watch like the good pet you are.”
He obeyed. Takeru rewarded him by pressing hard on Ken's prostate. His legs began shaking, the sharp pleasure overtaking normal muscle movement.
“Keep standing. If you fall, you don't get to come at all tonight.”
Ken's knees buckled as Takeru said it. He desperately wrapped an arm around Takeru, gripping hard to keep himself upright until he got his legs under him again. It pulled their bodies closer, and Ken could feel Takeru's cock slide against the cleft of his ass as those fingers sank deeper.
Tears leaked from the corners of Ken's eyes. He'd long since given up on swallowing back the drool that dripped from his open lips.
“Fuck,” Takeru whispered. He freed his fingers from Ken's ass. Ken whimpered when he did.
“Calm down, slut, I'm getting a chair.”
Ken stood trembling before the mirror, averting his eyes from his rock hard cock as Takeru dragged over his desk chair.
Takeru shoved his pants down all the way, settled in the chair, and grabbed Ken's hips to yank him back hard into Takeru's lap.
Takeru's cock pressed against Ken's ass.
“Ride me,” he ordered. “And watch as you impale yourself over and over onto my cock like the needy anal slut you are.”
Ken's eyes were wide open, and he stared at himself as he shivered and groaned and did exactly as he was told, sinking down all the way until his ass was flush against Takeru's thighs.
The sight was obscene. He'd never been forced to watch himself like this before, and his dick was throbbing with need.
“I said ride me, bitch!” Takeru slapped Ken's flank like he would an animal's, and Ken whimpered.
He didn't hesitate any longer, lifting his hips up before slamming them back down, a sobbing moan escaping him each time he nailed his prostate.
“Good boy. So eager. Hey. Look. That's right. Spread your legs and look at yourself.”
Takeru lightly smacked Ken on the cheek when he'd let his eyelids flutter shut. Ken braced himself with one hand on the chair, pitched so far forward to get at that perfect angle and his legs spread so wide that Takeru wrapped an arm around Ken's torso to keep him from falling off the chair entirely. His other hand gripped Ken's hair, pulling his head back so Ken was forced to properly watch himself in the mirror, not just look at the floor.
Forced to stare straight on at his own flushed face, his desperate rocking and panting, his own cock leaking as it bounced against his stomach with the strength of Ken's movement, repeatedly slamming down onto Takeru's dick like his life depended on it.
His legs began to tremble from the strain of holding himself up, but Ken's eyes didn't leave the mirror again. Witnessing how shameless he was, the bruising pace of it, the deep flush of his cheeks.
Ken's free hand dug hard into his thigh. It was all he could do to keep from touching himself. The tears properly spilled over, he was so painfully hard, so desperate to touch his own cock and come.
Takeru reached up and dragged a finger through Ken's tears, tasting it with a grin. “Aww, you wanna talk now? Something you want?”
Ken's eyes widened and his body shook harder. He was torn between nodding and shaking his head, because fuck he wanted to touch himself, but damn it he wouldn't just give in to having to talk about it.
Ultimately, all Ken did was moan harder, rutting back harder into Takeru to convey his desperation, squeezing rhythmically in the hopes that once Takeru himself came, Ken would get to as well.
“What's that? Harder?”
Takeru slapped Ken's flank again. “Get up.”
With a miserable whine, Ken obeyed. It took him several seconds longer than it usually might, given the state of his strained legs.
The moment he'd gotten his footing, Takeru shoved Ken to the ground. Before he could even process how he'd arrived there, Takeru was pounding into his ass. He fucked Ken so hard into the floor it shifted his whole body forward.
Ken gripped the carpet, whining and moaning in desperation as he humped the floor, then desperately bucking back so Takeru's cock went deeper.
“Pets don't get anything unless they beg for it.”
The wailing sounds poured from Ken's mouth, and within seconds, Takeru was spilling inside his ass. Right before he finished coming, Takeru abruptly yanked out, letting the rest of his cum coat Ken's back.
Fuck, Ken's ass felt so good. The way he clenched when he got needy… It made Takeru tempted to keep him on the edge of desperation all the time.
As he thought that, Ken rolled over onto his back, staring up at Takeru with pleading eyes. Takeru narrowed his in response.
“You gonna cooperate now? You're gonna behave?”
Ken nodded, his chest shuddering with broken sobs, his hips futilely thrusting up into empty air. Takeru felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight. He hadn't ordered Ken not to touch himself, but he hadn't offered permission, either, and so Ken refrained despite his need.
Part of him wanted to cuff Ken's hands behind his back and leave him for awhile, just to make sure he understood the consequences. The less horny part of Takeru's brain insisted on reminding him that sort of extreme shit was exactly why they'd needed to discuss whatever they were doing together in the first place.
Takeru didn't reach for Ken's cock, much to Ken's obvious dismay. He pulled out a key, held up Ken's head, and unlocked the ball gag. Jumbled words spilled out almost immediately.
“Please please please I'm sorry I'll talk I'm sorry just let me touch myself make me come Takeru please I need it I need to please—”
His grin only growing, Takeru slapped Ken's cock. Ken squealed, writhing in pain, but kept begging.
“Swear you'll obey.”
“I swear! I swear, I promise, Takeru please I can't—”
Any additional words got lost in Ken's shriek, as Takeru took the head of Ken's cock into his own mouth, sucking hard at the glans the same time he dug his teeth into the shaft.
His mouth was flooded with Ken's cum. Takeru pulled his head away from Ken's dick, bringing down his hand to finish the job. He surged forward as he did, forcing his lips against Ken's.
Takeru thrust his tongue deeper, making sure Ken tasted and swallowed his own cum. Takeru caught Ken's tongue with his teeth, and drank in the wild cries.
They remained there for several long moments, Takeru's hand tugging Ken's cock, Ken’s chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
Takeru finally withdrew. He just hadn't been able to help himself, when Ken looked so pretty like this, a trembling ruined wreck, his tough facade cracked wide open for Takeru to see the quivering creature hidden beneath.
It had felt so important to talk about all this before Ken made that gorgeous frightened face, the way he twisted in agony as his body betrayed him over and over again. The concerns vanished from Takeru's mind, his own monstrous desire consuming him as much as it did Ken.
We shouldn't be doing this.
Takeru didn't say it, because the thought of not seeing Ken again, this Ken, helpless and broken and beautiful, again, was unbearable.
When Takeru finally stood up, Ken remained on the floor, his fingers idly fiddling with the tag which labeled him Takeru's pet slut. Takeru felt a surge of affection at the sight.
I'm just as fucked as he is, aren't I?