Pleasure Principle

"I don't know what to do of that boy, He."
In what sense do you mean,Yi? my finger tips brush the hair from my ears and then fiddle with the bluetooth device on my ear.
"This personal circumstance I'm in is getting a bit too convoluted for my tastes. And that is all thanks to Cao Pi." I put down the book I'd had, to walk to my kitchen for a glass of water.
Yi, you're a little too harsh toward him. After all, Cao Pi's playing head-hunter and giving Sir Cao Cao your resume is the reason Wei's gotten the joy of working with your brilliant self!
I can't help my laughter at Zhang He's last bit. "True, true." I nod, knowing no one can see me (like I'd need the voyeurism of a video chat added to my life.) "But, that doesn't change his current behavior. No, actually it makes me question what his motives were back then." I hear light laughter on He's end of the phone.
You think too much for your own good, Yi


There's a knock at my door; Cao Pi is just like a Swiss watch at times. It would be exceedingly rude to ignore Cao Pi, that and He is right that I enjoy Pi's company.
I shut my book and get the door for him.
"Cao Pi, sir, have you come for a specific reason today, or just my company?"
I hadn't meant to sound so supercilious, right then.
Pi exhales and speaks too calmly for his stern visage.
"It's just your company that I desire, Yi."
There is a foreboding feeling in hearing those words said, but we have to confront this issue before it hinders us. I open my door fully to let Pi in, being certain to leave ample space between us.
Pi lets himself in, offering to get me either tea or liquor. Both of those are gifts he gave me, on separate occasions.
I request the alcohol, knowing I'll need to loosen my tongue.
I return to the living room, trying to resume reading, to no avail. When Pi arrives, he sets my drink in front of me and takes a seat by me. His hands fold in his lap.
I lift the glass tumbler to my lips, swallow.
He perks up to look at me, smirking: "Try to sip, Yi; and give that liqueur time to unfold on your palate."
"Cao Pi, you are not here to discuss alcohol with me." Once again, I sound too snide. This nervousness often does that.
Even sans eye contact, I know his expression right now is more considerate than it should be given my behavior.
His hand goes on to my forearm; I'm not in the mood to swat it off.
"Pi?"
"Yi, how long has it been since you've had another to care for you? Please you?" he says, hand softly tightening it's grip.
So Cao Pi has devised a new angle to attack me from.
I take a sip of the liquor again.
"Those are non-issues, Pi."
Pi moves to graze my knee.
"Yi, this won't be a risk to you or Wei. I'll see of that."
He holds my jaw, stroking my cheek bone's arch. I ought to stop him, verbally or physically, but this gentle contact provides me some comfort.
Simply put, this feels nice and I don't want to end it.
"Sima Yi, it's your move. Answer what you desire."
I leave my eyes shut, letting him continue giving me his attention.
"I'm sorry, Pi. This has to be cut short. I need to finish reading some data over, to protect Wei's current investments."
He arises to leave.
"I see, thank you for your diligence. I'll hear from you on Monday, Yi."
After some thought, I nod.


My... current actions have nothing to do with Cao Pi or his comments. No, it has more to do with an impulse, a basic human urge. Libido doctors call it.
I was planing to wash my bedsheets tonight any ways. I undress and lay down, letting a hand snake to my crotch. I leave it lingering there for a moment before touching myself. I move my hand to the head, noting that perhaps mental stimulation could help. But what? There is what Pi suggested, and Pi's certainly attractive enough; besides there is no harm in merely considering a possible scenario.
So what would that romp be like? Hmm, Pi's first moves are predictable enough.
He'd push me back, onto his or my bed. Pi would strip our clothing, mine more quickly than his. Or he may settle for just removing our pants and briefs.
His hands would roam down my body, trying to take and grab. His movements...would be strong and smooth, vaguely forceful. I spit into my palms, wanting to get rid of the friction of movement against my skin as I touch. I'd imagine that that arrogant Cao Pi would insist that he remain on top of me. My pulse quickens and temperature builds, in response to these physical sensations of course.
I jerk off and prod into myself. So, what would Pi do; I wonder. I tweak at and brush my nipples, imagining he pins me. My legs spread, I reach further down. Now... Cao Pi seems like he would be into bondage.
I imagine my wrists bound, restrained behind my back, while my legs are pushed apart and folded toward my body.
My back arches as my ankles are tied down so as to keep me exposed.
Pi's hand covers my eyes. His mouth - no he wouldn't kiss- covers my jaw, then my Adam's apple. I exhale as he moves his mouth lower, over my ribcage and to my naval. His hands run down and grip my sides.
Pi looks up, smirking: "Sima Yi, look."
I curve my back, to see his face at my crotch.
"Cao Pi?" His mouth, his mouth takes my cock in. I moan aloud, to give him some reward. Cao Pi keeps sucking and working his tongue along my shaft. He grips me and then runs his fingers down, massaging my testicles. Cao Pi continues pleasuring me. Intermittently, I make requests as to what he should do and how. He heeds them, and I can't help but moan and thrash.
I can't help the arousal or climax that this stimulation gives me. Having Cao Pi tend to me is such an intriguing thought...
Now, of course, all of that was just a mental exercise. But, I'm onto something. The current state of affairs in Wei is becoming increasingly complex:
Pi's untested and may well be in over his head, so the closer I am to advise him the better. That will require greater involvement and investment than what one usually gives an employee...and how to better get it than the arrangement Pi's insisted on.
After all, I can't just let myself go frolicking about without a rational end.


pleasure principle: Sigmund Freud applied the term pleasure principle to individuals' attempts to maximize their short-run pleasure and minimize or postpone their short-run pain, a notion that is compatible with the concepts of hedonism, utilitarianism and Homo economicus.

AN: I swear that the last part of this is the strangest thing I've written... but I finally got time to finish and post!
BTW, last chapter got a quick illustration at the link in my profile.