Akira, Ryuji, and Yusuke were locked into expressions of abject shock while Akechi changed back into his regular clothes. As he finished fastening the last few buttons on his overcoat, he glanced to his three "teammates".
"Oh? You all look quite distressed. Is something the matter?" Akechi asked in a sickeningly sweet tone, before letting the facade fall to his sinister pleasure. "Oh, wait, now I recall. As it stands, you three have found yourself at my mercy due to your own juvenile prank gone horribly wrong." he monologued, slipping on his black gloves. "In your silly attempt to humiliate me, you three will become subject to degradation far beyond what you can even fathom."
As Akechi spoke, Ryuji grew progressively angrier, until he finally lunged forward, gripping Akechi by the collar of his shirt. Their faces were inches apart as the blonde glared with a mix of hate and ferocity.
"Look here you little shit- you're taking this way outta hand! We were just messin' with you, and it's not like we were ACTUALLY going to show those pictures to anyone, for fuck's sake!" the more Ryuji spoke, the more he spiraled into rage. Akechi shook his head before reaching up with his phone. He once again flashed one of the many pictures he'd recently gained of Akira. Catching a glimpse of it, Ryuji blushed and dropped Akechi.
"Fuck, man- don't make me look at that!" he protested, recoiling back.
"I didn't think I was particularly unattractive…" Akira murmured, relatively composed compared to Ryuji. The blonde whirled around, dumbstruck.
"What the hell, man? Now is not the time to be making jokes!" he groaned.
"Well, his codename is Joker." Akechi pointed out, chuckling at his own witticism.
"Did I ASK you?" Ryuji snapped back.
"That doesn't particularly matter. In fact, we're very much veering off topic." the detective noted. He then glanced at Yusuke. "You've been awfully quiet. Granted, you typically aren't as raucous as your friends. Perhaps you're one of the few in the group with any brain cells to spare."
"I'm… at a bit of a loss for words." Yusuke admitted, straining to keep a calm tone. "This has escalated too far, don't you think?"
"No, actually. I don't think that at all." Akechi laughed. "On the contrary, it's time we get started." he declared.
"What do you have in mind?" Akira asked, feeling a nervous sweat forming at his brow. He didn't want to give Akechi the reaction that he craved, and took a similar approach to Yusuke in attempting a level disposition.
"You seem awfully relaxed. I'll be sure to fix that." Akechi then tapped his chin, appearing to be deeply considering something. Silence plagued the room, with suspense eating away at the three boys awaiting their fates.
"I have a question, actually." the detective spoke up after a minute or two. "I'm quite certain you two are," Akechi began, gesturing to Ryuji and Yusuke, "but I'm curious as to whether or not you're still a virgin, Akira." he said bluntly. The question was enough to make Ryuji choke on air while Akira adjusted his glasses, avoiding eye contact.
"Can't say I am." he admitted, which warranted another grandiose reaction from Ryuji.
"Wait, really?! But who- hey, hold on a sec!" the blonde shifted gears mid-thought, looking back at Akechi. "Why the hell are you sure that Yusuke and I are? I mean, Yusuke probably is, so that's a fair assumption, but-"
"Why does it matter if I am or not?" Yusuke interrupted, "I fail to see how this topic is at all significant to the situation, nor do I see why it is advantageous to be one or the other."
"I redact my prior statement regarding your intelligence." Akechi rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You are just as clueless as the rest of your little group. It seems as though I must spell out every little thing to the lot of you."
Akechi took a seat, cracking his neck while leaning back.
"Well, that's enough chit chat- I'm growing rather impatient." the brunette looked across the room, a twisted grin forming at his lips. "Strip down, all of you. Now." he commanded.
"Come again?" Yusuke gasped, taken aback by such a request.
"What sort of fucked up shit are you planning?!" Ryuji demanded to know. "Like hell I-" before Ryuji could continue protesting, the sound of Akira's jeans unzipping cut through the air. "Wait, you're actually doing it?!"
"It doesn't seem like we have much of a choice." Akira shrugged. In the blink of an eye, he was left in only his boxers. He looked to Akechi as if to ask a question; immediately, the detective understand, snickering.
"Those too." he answered the unspoken question, and Akira nodded in response, dipping his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers. Ryuji quickly turned away before those were dropped. However, Yusuke was now in his line of sight, unbuttoning his shirt.
"You too?!" Ryuji yelped. Yusuke looked at him helplessly as he neatly folded his shirt and set it on the desk.
"Our leader has spoken; we don't have much of a choice." he said. His voice was level and at a glance Yusuke looked to be composed, though his cheeks were reddening by the moment while his hands visibly trembled. Ryuji looked away, accidentally making eye contact with an amused Akechi. Wanting to scream, the blonde hastily removed his shirt.
"This is so effed up." he muttered through gritted teeth. He didn't dare look, but by the time he was left to his underwear, he could tell his two friends beside him had long since discarded the entirety of their clothing.
"We're waiting on you, Skull- or rather, numbskull." Akechi tapped his watch impatiently before once again chuckling at his own pun. Red in the face, Ryuji indignantly tore off his boxers and chucked them across the room.
"There! Happy, you sick fuck?" Ryuji scowled.
"You have such a filthy mouth, you know." Akechi scolded him. "Vulgar language isn't an adequate substitute for intelligent thought, you know." Ryuji had always annoyed him, being so volatile and chaotic. Although tormenting their leader would set the tone quite nicely, his disdain drove him in a different direction, instead deciding that he would first handle the blonde brute.
"I'll use whatever effin' language I want to." Ryuji huffed.
"Is that so? Well, I certainly can't stop you, but surely you know the timeless consequence of a foul mouth." he hinted. When Ryuji hadn't caught on, Akechi sighed, shaking his head in annoyance.
"What? Do you expect me to have a bar of soap laying around or something?" Akira spoke up, having been able to follow the joke.
"At least one of you isn't too braindead to follow along." Akechi said dryly. "Regardless, I had figured we would be without that component. Thus, we'll need to clean Ryuji's mouth out with something else."
All three of the stripped subjects understood exactly what he meant, and for once, Ryuji was speechless. The expressions on their faces sent Akechi into a fit of depraved enjoyment. He howled with laughter, taking a moment to rein himself back in. Still snickering, he pointed at Yusuke.
"You seem like one to pride yourself on hygiene, yes? So you can be the one to show Ryuji the repercussions of a foul tongue." he declared. Yusuke's eyes widened in astonishment.
"P...pardon?" he responded, the artist's voice barely audible.
"I'm sure you heard me." Akechi retorted. "Now, why don't you take a seat and get comfortable?" Akechi insisted, motioning towards the couch in the room. "You should be thanking me. After all, this seems to be a situation that favors you quite nicely, yes?"
Yusuke said nothing; he could feel his heart pounding in his ears as he made his way across the room. He dared not look towards Ryuji as he nervously sat down, biting his lower lip. The more discomfort Yusuke expressed, the more joy it brought Akechi.
"Good, good. Now go ahead and spread your legs, Yusuke. As for you, Ryuji, I think you know what you will be doing." Akechi stood and grabbed Ryuji by the hair, yanking him to the couch.
"FUCK! Shit, that hurts- let go of my hair you effin' sicko!" Ryuji shouted, staggering across the room while caught in Akechi's grip. "This isn't funny, you fuckin' sicko-" Ryuji was cut off mid-sentence as he was shoved to the ground.
"Shut up. I've had enough of your constant yipping." Akechi snarled, his voice suddenly deep and cold. "You're the most obnoxious of the bunch. The first time I met you, I knew you would be the one to get on my every last nerve, and I wasn't wrong in the slightest. It's about damn time that I put you in your place."
Akechi kept a firm grip on Ryuji's hair as he spoke, before violently forcing the blonde's face into Yusuke's crotch. Ryuji shut his eyes tightly, feeling his friend's length pressed against his cheek.
This sudden contact sent a shiver through Yusuke's body, causing his hips to buck forward involuntary. The movement further buried Ryuji's face between his legs. Such a sight brought a look of debauched joy to Akechi's face. He stood tall, placing his foot on Ryuji's bare back. The brunette dug his heel into the small of Ryuji's back, making it impossible for Ryuji to pull away.
"That's it- get your face in it. You better learn to like it, because this is just the beginning." he warned. Akechi glanced at Yusuke, seeing that the artist had his eyes shut tight and was biting his lower lip so hard that it nearly began to draw blood.
"Why so tense? Come on now, enjoy yourself." Akechi taunted, rhythmically pushing Ryuji forward. The sensation of grinding on his friend's face was unbearably pleasurable to Yusuke, and he tried to hold back from showing this. He couldn't hide it for long, though. Suddenly, Ryuji yelped, unsuccessfully trying to pull away.
"F-fuck- Yusuke, what the fucking-" Ryuji gasped, his voice muffled. He could feel that the artist getting excited, whether he could help it or not. Not only was he now being shoved against an erection, but he felt something damp smearing onto his face as well.
"I'm so sorry- please forgive me!" Yusuke moaned, realizing that he was seeping pre-ejaculate all over the blonde. "I can't stop it- I'm s-so sorry!" he continued to pant.
Akira watched with wide eyes, having been allowed to stay out of this interaction thus far. Akechi would give him his turn eventually; patience was a virtue, after all.
"Enough cockteasing, Ryuji. Can't you see you're practically torturing Yusuke?" Akechi said, sadistic glee dripping from each word. "He still needs to clean your mouth out, remember?"
Ryuji dared not open his mouth, no matter how much he wanted to scream at Akechi. He refused. Akechi saw this resistance and sighed.
"You never learn." he mused, bending over with his foot still on Ryuji's back. "There's no point in making us do this the hard way." Akechi pointed out as he reached forward and plugged Ryuji's nose. The blonde immediately yearned for air, face darkening past red and closer to hues of violet.
"You'll have to open up eventually." Akechi murmured, waiting for him to give.
Finally, Ryuji couldn't hold his breath any longer. He sputtered and gasped, desperately trying to breath. This was the opening Akechi needed to force Yusuke's erection into the blonde's mouth. Ryuji felt dizzy as the oxygen slowly returned to his brain, and he found himself unable to resist any further. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tasted the saltiness of Yusuke's erection, but he had lost the energy to try and fight it.
Yusuke's eyes opened wide and rolled back as he felt himself inside of Ryuji's mouth. He had never felt such a sensation, and it caused his lips to part and let out a ragged moan.
"See? I told you it would be quite a wonderful experience for you." Akechi reminded the artist.
A mix of pleasure and shame coursed through Yusuke's veins. The stronger the pleasure, the more potent the guilt that wracked him. By reflex, his hips had started rocking in a steady motion. Ryuji had no choice but to accept it, massaging Yusuke's shaft with his tongue as it pumped in and out.
"This is just rich- oh! I almost forgot…" Akechi snickered and took his phone out, snapping plenty of incriminating pictures. "I can't imagine you having much of a reputation, Ryuji- Yusuke, however… I wonder what would become of the dignified and composed Yusuke Kitagawa, apprentice of the once-famous Madarame, if such images were distributed around the prestigious Kosei high school."
Saliva trailed out of the corners of Yusuke's agape mouth as he helplessly listened to Akechi tease such a humiliating possibility. His mind was racing, unable to focus as the pleasure built up within him. Ryuji fought for air between each thrust, grunting and gasping with his head in Yusuke's crotch.
It was unavoidable; it was too much. Yusuke knew it was about to happen, and desperately tried to pull out of Ryuji. Akechi would allow no such thing, instead pinning Yusuke in place.
"Now, now. Don't ruin the moment." Akechi sneered. "You're going to let him have it." he glanced at Ryuji, who was just now understanding what was happening.
"No, please-" Yusuke couldn't finish his sentence. He was filled with a tingling sensation, like lightning rippling through his veins. "I- I-" he whimpered, crumpling forward as he came.
Ryuji's tasted the cum as it filled his mouth. It was salty and thick; he wanted to gag and spit it out, but there was no chance of pulling away. Instead, his only option was to drink it up. He could feel it sliding down his throat. His eyes welled up with tears, but he refused to cry. The blonde didn't want to give Akechi the satisfaction of seeing his tear-stained face.
Once Yusuke finished, his body relaxed, and he collapsed backwards into the couch. Akechi lifted his foot, and Ryuji finally was able to recoil, sputtering and coughing as he sprang back. When he looked at Yusuke, the artist stared back weakly.
"I'm…. I'm so sorry." Yusuke whimpered. "Never in my life have I been so undignified and vulgar. Please… forgive me." his voice was filled with shame.
"Why the hell are YOU apologizing!?" Ryuji snapped, looking away as he wiped his face. "This sick fuck," he gestured towards Akechi, "is the reason this fucked up shit is happening!"
"So you didn't learn?" Akechi mused. "Still spry as ever… how annoying." he rolled his eyes. "Looks like I'll have to push you even harder for round two."
"Round two?" Ryuji echoed, his voice suddenly quiet.
"Well, of course. Didn't I tell you earlier? We're just getting started. Akira hasn't even gotten to participate yet." he pointed out. He leaned towards Ryuji, eyes narrowing as he smiled cruelly. "You three will keep bending to my every whim for as long as it takes for me to be satisfied. I want to make sure you are so humiliated that you can never forget it."
Akechi then stepped back, roaring with laughter. With a crazed look in his eyes, he glanced around the room, plotting all the ways in which he could play with his new toys.
Author's Note: Of course I couldn't let this story go unfinished. And hell if I know how long it will be. All I know is that it's time to gather 'round and enjoy some gratuitous sex between four fictional guys courtesy of my depraved brain. The feedback I have been getting inspires me to keep going, so let me know what you think about this shit show and hopefully it won't be another 3 months until the next chapter!