Author's Note: After nearly a year without updating, I've dragged my muse out of the pits of hell! Thank you for the continued reviews! Next chapter, I'll confess my reasons for my time away…
Also, feel free to suggest something. I assume Izaya would take ideas from fetish websites on the internet, and so anything is fair game. ;)
You will also notice that I changed my pen name! That is so no one can trace me in real life back to this fanfiction, since its getting more views than I expected…! Ahahaha… *sweats*
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"As much as I enjoy watching you squirm, Shizu-chan," Izaya spoke delectably slow, spinning a remote in each hand as if weighing his options. "If you cum within the first few minutes and pass out, I'm going to be so bored. And if I get bored, WELL…" He tossed the vibrator's remote across the room, and it landed with a faint 'puff' on something soft, out of Shizuo's line of sight. "Well all know its never a good idea to bore me, right? My temper can be nearly as bad as Shizu-chan's in a situation like that."
Shizuo did not give Izaya the satisfaction of a response, but lay, trembling, with his eyes tightly shut and a hot red blush flushing his cheeks. Izaya grasped his enemy's chin between forefinger and thumb, twisting the strong jaw around, examining the trails of drool slicking chin and throat and the sweat soaked brow pinning glossy yellow-blond waves to his forehead. Two floppy yellow dog ears trembled on the crest of his head, and when his eyes opened- dark brown, struck strikingly gold with the glow of half light- were filled with humiliation and resentment.
No amount of light could brighten the deep, piercing black coal of Izaya's eyes. There was a hellish fire to them as he roughly removed the ball gag, freeing another dribble of spit that ran off of Shizuo's tense, dry tongue. "You look thirsty," Izaya commented sardonically.
Shizuo spat bitterly, "Go to hell." Izaya thumbed the remote's button. An electric shock rippled through him, stiffening his spine with sharp waves of pain.
"Dogs don't speak,Shizu-chan," his punisher cooed, stroking along the length of his fuzzy dog ears with a chuckle. His hand gripped roughly at the thick blond mane. "If its not barking or whining, I don't want to hear a sound from you."
/Then why would you ask a question?/ Shizuo wanted to scream as the last tremors of aftershock cooled. The chains that bound him felt hot, and he dared not speak, lest the chattering of his teeth force him to bite his tongue, or illicit another jolt of shock. He settled for a weak growl, his eyes glowing with murder.
"Ah," Izaya practically moaned, grasping his captive's face and turning it this way and that. "I like that look on you. Its the only thing I can stand about you. But…" Izaya's voice faded as he moved behind the blond man, grasping the hilt of the butt plug with the full of his hand and pushing hard. "I like you begging more. If its begging, I think I might allow it. That will be our little exception."
Shizuo, caught off guard by the sudden, painful shove against his rectum, fell forward off the bed in his bindings. His face hit the ground hard and his arms struggled above his head, suspended from the ceiling- so the chains had some give to them after all, given the right angle. His taut, muscled ass remained on the high futon, and Shizuo found himself on his knees, pushing back against Izaya's hand in a vain attempt to right himself.
This was terrible, Shizuo thought as Izaya's hand pushed the dry, tail-shaped butt plug far into his ass, and then drew it out again, slowly.
Coaxed into submission by the man he hated.
He had never felt so much pain in all his life. Broken bones, he could handle. A knife digging into his flesh and tearing, he could practically ignore. Stabbing, beating, yanking- all exterior damage was bearable. However, these new sensations were ones he had not built up defenses against. The butt plug stretched him, filled him to capacity, and although it was desperately painful- especially without lubrication- and even more so humiliating, some hidden part of him rejoiced as any man, straight or otherwise, would. The expert curve of sculpted, smooth rubber pushed against places /within/ his body that he never knew existed.
With each pump of the plug, his pleasure mounted against his will. Every few moments, another wave of pleasure shuddered through him, and the spasms grew closer and stronger all the while. His body burned with desperation. He felt his release building, and he squirmed with indecision. /God, he wanted to cum./ He wanted to feel some release, for only then would the true torment end. But, he did not like the idea of Izaya holding his pleasure in his hands so decisively.
Intoxicated by pleasure and pain, the only thing that held him from the edge for a while was the constant reminder in his surroundings that Izaya was the one controlling the thing that send waves of ecstasy through him. Even as his mouth gaped, and the red in his cheeks deepened, Shizuo held back his orgasmic gasps and kept his stare trained on the man's shadow cast on the far wall. /Izaya's shadow./ He thought, and his dick leaked, straining against the cock ring.
Izaya's ministrations became more insistent, the pace of his pumping increasing as he seemed to grow frustrated with his lack of response. Suddenly, Shizuo lurched as he felt a warm hand close around the sheath of his cock, and let out a cry of dismay.
"Shizu-chan," Izaya snarled in his ear, fury coloring his voice. "It can all end if you just beg me to stop." The rough pad of his thumb pressed onto the tip of Shizuo's pre-cum slicked dick, and at the sharp touch on the most sensitive part of his body, Shizuo's back spasmed. "If you beg sweetly enough, I might just let you cum."
"Fuck-" Shizuo began to retort, but Izaya's long, spiderlike fingers wrapped around the girth of his dick, squeezed tightly, and pumped along its length, forcing a moan out of his mouth instead. On the second pump, he removed the cock ring.
One hand gripped the weeping, throbbing cock, and the other settled around the butt plug again, and the torture resumed with great fervor. Izaya's expert hands stroked and pumped Shizuo's cock in time with the thrusts of the flapping yellow tail, and Shizuo could no longer hold back his gasps and moans. His hips moved instinctively, pushing against the hot hand whose long, spindly fingers worked with the diligent care of an expert along his shaft, playing with the tip and giving every inch attention without fail.
"Just a few words will do, Shizu-chan." Izaya's hot breath fell against his neck. The black-eyed demon knew where the line was, and brought Shizuo to the brink of orgasm before suddenly changing pace, holding his captive back as his hips bucked wildly for release and he trembled on his knees.
Merciless pleasure.
If he could get his satisfaction just with a few words, why couldn't he do it?
Shizuo drooled and foamed like a hungry animal, gasping and moaning.
/Just say it./
The hand worked at his cock steadily.
/Just say it and you can cum./
"P..please…" Shizuo moaned at last- his head hanging forward with shame as his bleary, lust blinded eyes fixed on the floor. "Please, let me!"
Izaya drew in a sharp, satisfied breath. "That's a good boy~" He purred, his grip tightening and the pacing of his thrusts and tugs increasing. Shizuo tensed, his back curving inward as his hips gave one last, desperate thrust against his greatest enemy's hand, and he came hard. His moan was not quite as low as expected, but high and edged with shame as he ejaculated in waves, making six straight white lines on the floor.
Izaya drew back, wiping his hands on his jeans and examining the panting blond beast with grave interest for a moment. Then, he went to the wall, and patted the tripod mounted video camera lovingly, smiling into its lens.