"You're kidding…"
"Come on… no!"
"You fucking bastard… yeah, sure…pull the other one."
Mokuba was still lying on his bed and rolled onto his side while chuckling dismissively. He'd called Rafael right away after the incident with the misleading text message.
And now, having chatted with his lover for some time now to lighten the mood again, he couldn't believe what Rafael had just revealed to him.
"I thought you worked for a company in the IT field," Mokuba tried to defend his aforegoing, mocking comments.
"I do," Rafael replied via phone, "it's all about software virtual interface."
"But you… you fucking liar," Mokuba burst out laughing again.
"You've accompanied me to a dozen meetings, met up with clients and my superiors and still you didn't know what company I work for. You must be either extremely ignorant or childish not to hear a word of what we were discussing," Rafael said, confronting Mokuba with his main flaws concerning his future career in KaibaCorp's management floor.
Mokuba feigned interest easily but it was almost impossible for him to get his head around things that didn't concern him in the least way.
Mokuba rolled onto his stomach.
"You work in a sex-toy factory," Mokuba summed up what he'd just been explained to.
"No," Rafael corrected him; Mokuba could almost hear him rolling his eyes, "I work in the company's IT- and development department. I am to come up with new ideas for people to please themselves or their partners by use of one of our magnificent machines."
"No wonder you think about sex all the time," Mokuba giggled in bewilderment, "It's technically your job."
He paused, a thought springing to his mind.
"Then why did you meet up with Seto in the conference room?" Mokuba asked, adding bemusedly, "Did you sell him anything special?"
"No," Rafael almost cut him off, "We discussed business only. I was interested in one of his recent developments."
"But our company specialises in hologram-techniques," Mokuba explained.
"Exactly," Rafael agreed smugly, "KaibaCorp has developed the most life-like holograms ever created by man. They are so realistic you can actually feel them… not, of course, really feel the hologram itself but the small electric shocks transmitted via your skin when you should 'touch' their surface, as your brother put it. But they manage to create a surprisingly realistic sensation."
"But they were meant to revolutionise the gaming experience," Mokuba stated perplexed.
"I'm aware that your brother had reduced the application spectrum to a gimmick for games; but I believe that there's more to the market than he sees right now."
Mokuba, with his head sinking into his pillow, turned the idea round and round in his head.
"You're speaking of hologram sex-dolls," Mokuba deducted.
"The term 'virtual partners' would be more appropriate," Rafael ts-tsked nonchalantly, "think about it. Your deepest wishes could come true. Who wouldn't want to have sex with a real porn star, or an actress or shag a lovely starlet… Also the intensity of shocks could be variable and a new system, which your brother has told me about, could possibly simulate thrust and stimulus, thereby creating the sensation of solid shapes which could be inserted."
"You could fuck a hologram," Mokuba summed up again, "And possibly get fucked by it, too."
"You're a smart cookie," Rafael chuckled, "So it won't be one of those hardcore 'men only' sex toys. Twice as many costumers."
"It would be extremely expensive," Mokuba pointed out, "Who would want to buy it?"
"Want is not the same as can," Rafael explained, "As I said before: who wouldn't want to shag someone out of their league. As for can: There's lots of money in the sex toy industry."
Over the phone Mokuba heard Rafael stretching in his chair comfortably. The memory of the soft leather of his executive office chair into which he had dug his nails as Rafael had fucked him violently during a break flowed back into his mind and his free hand patrolled the twitching skin of his now stiff member nervously.
Rafael sighed as he relaxed some more. Was he touching himself as well? Mokuba couldn't stop wondering. And the thought of that was even more of a turn-on.
"You wouldn't believe what people are buying," Rafael went on.
Mokuba bit his lower lip and drew a long breath. "Tell me," he invited him.
Rafael chuckled before clearing his throat.
"Customization," Rafael began, "Customization is the thing. Like... Personalized dildos with the donor's name engraved so you can feel it at every push. And I remember one specifically kinky CEO ordering a dozen dildos modelled after his own genitals as a generous gift to his female employees."
"That's terrible," Mokuba said. Nonetheless he felt his own hands darting for cover inside his tightening pants, "...Anything else?"
"Animal-type dildos. And I'm not talking about sex-toys in the shape of a dolphin, which, earnestly, look like penises naturally, but modelled animal genitalia. Some perverts even order them in life-size which is rather odd, and possibly dangerous, with walrus penises," Rafael went on levelly, adding nonchalantly, "You're getting turned on by this, don't you?"
"Shut up," Mokuba hissed through gritted teeth. To his own shame he had to admit that he had just unzipped his trousers in order to relieve some of the pressure from his groinal region. "Go on," he commanded Rafael in his lust-driven raspy voice.
"Some of the machines are rather... brutal," Rafael explained. His voice was different now, as if he was under a lot of pressure himself. "Most of them aren't even coming close to being produce en mass. They are just prototypes but believe me, they are disturbing enough. Like..."
"Like what?" Mokuba asked cheekily, feeling the thuds of his heart pulsing in his nether regions. He started touching himself almost absent-mindedly, quivering and shaking at the sensation of his own fingers stroking the firm and erect flesh towering between his thighs.
"Like..." Rafael began, obviously suppressing a pleasure-filled moan, "Dildos speckled with miniature needles, barbed hooks to be specific, almost invisible and not strong enough to penetrate skin but mucous membrane. For those who believe pain really is pleasure; Though the use of it will probably lead to a long and awkward talk with their urologist."
Mokuba sighed almost soundlessly. He listened for Rafael's hasty breathing, the stifled groans escaping his mouth whenever he gasped for air. By now Mokuba knew that Rafael was playing with himself as well and enjoyed discovering the audible indicators as he went on.
"What else?" Mokuba teased. He chuckled as Rafael cleared his throat, a definitive sign that his mind had been preoccupied with the pulsing of his nether regions.
"The unicorn's horn," Rafael went on, wheezing and panting between breaths, "a spiralled dildo in a colour blend that reminds you of cotton candy. Though it's not the cute toy for little girls you might expect it's rather flexible and adapts to every shape and bend. Therefore it's not an 'impaler', as is the actual mythological creature it was modelled after. Comes with pink-glitter lube to give you that magical feeling you've longed for all your adult life."
He paused and drew a deep breath. Mokuba licked his dry lips as he closed his eyes. His twitching fingers caressed his warm manhood tenderly.
"What's the sickest thing you've created in your whole career?" Mokuba asked with a pleading voice, shamelessly begging, unable to hide his covetousness. Agitatedly he reached for his cushion, dragged it down over the side of his body and shoved it between his twitching legs as a lame replacement for his hot lover's body. But he needed something to hump and mount; something he could violate while thinking of Rafael.
And just to hear his voice was enough stimulation to send shivers down his spine.
"Possibly..." and there Rafael let out a deep sigh which vibrated through his strained lungs as he panted, "the Extraterrestrial Intruder."
"What's that?" Mokuba begged to be told. He pushed his hair, which had a tendency to droop and hang down in unwanted places, out of his face.
"Its shape puts you in mind of a vigorous tentacle or a barbed tongue. It looks modern, sleek and invitingly nubby and you barely notice the small hatch on the side, which opens up under firm pressure to reveal that this little handy helper is conveniently hollow. The long and thick tube-like construction inside is visible through the translucent rubber."
"I'm not one of your costumers, you don't have to persuade me to buy something off you," Mokuba giggled, not even able to shut-up his cheeky side in the current state of arousal.
"Via the hatch the tube can be filled with lubricant you can squirt inside, creating the sensation of a really intense ejaculation... or you release eggs..."
With his trousers stripped down to around ankle level Mokuba mounted the cushion while thrusting into his own hand. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of his fingers; how practised they had become under Rafael's guidance.
He stroked his glans pleasurably, thrusting into the firm grip of his fingers wrapped around his attention-seeking member with a jerking of his hips.
"Eggs?" he repeated almost breathlessly, sweat dripping all over his face.
"Fake plastic eggs," Rafael groaned, "They're included for the extremely kinky-minded. Imagine... the sensation of something warm, something alien to you shoving its way into your body... an extraterrestrial oppressor abusing you, inseminating you... or designating your their host to carry their offspring."
"That's fucked up," Mokuba wheezed, enjoying whispering the syllable 'fuck' more than ever, his hands trembling with the built-up lust and awaiting the relaxing release. Oh bloody hell, he was already so close... if only Rafael wouldn't stop talking and groaning and filling his head with those fucked up thoughts...
"I think I should get you one of them," Rafael mused, audibly struggling to articulate properly, "I could fill it with my cream beforehand then you've got something to cheer you up while I'm away on a business trip."
A choking sound grumbled through Mokuba's throat as he picked up the pace.
He dreamed of pleasing himself with Rafael inside this vessel of a sex toy, no, several loads, his condensed essence, all just for him, waiting for him to shoot him into ecstasy... feeling him everywhere inside of him, with every drop, close and closer than ever...
Mokuba groaned while ejaculating into his hands, rubbing his violently pulsing member ecstatically.
He felt the cold sweat dribbling down his neck before he fell back into the soft mattress, hellish bliss still pumping through his veins and dislodging itself onto his sweat soaked sheets. He picked up the phone he'd dropped, longing for his lover's voice.
"Sorry, he managed to whisper, shame and self hate returning to his conscience for coming to early.
"Go on, "Rafael instructed him, almost begging. It took Mokuba more than a moment to get comfortable on the bed again.
"Keep moaning," Rafael ordered.
"But I've already…" Mokuba was about to explain as Rafael cut him off: "I know, just fake it. Keep going and make me horny."
Mokuba was appalled by the idea. He'd groaned and panted shamelessly while being aroused and being in action. But faking pleasure...
His mind, set in its own way, brought up the logical question of 'why'. Why should he in fact do anything as messed up as feigning arousal? Pretending to be enjoying something when you weren't wasn't just stupid it felt downright wrong to the core.
Playing and pretending was something only whores did. To get you've got to give.
But he was free in his position to do as he pleased.
So why should he do anything for Rafael?
Because you want to, a little voice at the back of his mind sniggered, because you take pleasure in giving him pleasure.
But I've already taken my pleasure in it, Mokuba reassured himself after giving his sagging limb an experimental stroke. I don't need a round number two.
But you know that you'll be rewarded for your selfless acts, the voice added, In a way you've already been rewarded by being asked to do it for him.
Mokuba shook his head, hoping thereby to close the tormenting book called 'My Feelings and Emotions – Volume 1 of 20' once and for all.
It was bad enough to think without having any of these thoughts as it were.
"I don't know what..." he tried explaining to Rafael his uneasiness considering the correct approach towards this alien subject. But he got cut off by another groan emerging from his speaker.
"Just pretend you're lying in my arms and I'm teasing you," Rafael suggested anxiously, "You know…think of something to get into the mood."
"But how?" Mokuba asked honestly.
Rafael coughed nervously as Mokuba heard him fumbling with his phone.
There was the clicking of keys on his keyboard. And, finally, soft music floating into his ear.
Laughing
Locks turned
Pale with stress
As I watch you
Give time and gain your very best
Now as I see your blue eyes true
My words fail to persuade you...
Mokuba felt inclined to close his eyes and let his mind become one with the beguiling music.
The tune created a secluded air in Mokuba's mind, a feeling of intimacy and closeness. And an inexhaustible feeling of security. He felt the words in his heart, drifting through his body, thinking of Rafael's blue eyes, the voluptuous glances he shot him, his lovely eyes, the eyes he wanted to lose himself in.
"Relax," Rafael whispered seductively, judging by Mokuba's cute sighs and soft moans that the ambiance music was already doing the trick for his little lover," show me what a cute little kitten you can be. Rub your soft skin against mine." In a lower voice he added, "Purr for me."
Mokuba was about to laugh out loud but felt his vocal chords vibrating as he purred and moaned sentimentally. He enjoyed hearing Rafael's replies; every moan from his throat was rewarded with a sigh and compliment in return.
"You're the cutest thing in the world, you know that?" Rafael sighed into his ear, "I want to feel you. I need you so badly."
Rolling back onto his stomach and then onto his side Mokuba rested his head against his pillow with his phone buried underneath his ear. He ran his fingers over his body tentatively. Maybe that would help to get into the mood…
"Oh, please Rafael... I want you too..." he moaned sweetly, hoping that it sounded less cheesy than in his head, "Please... oh, I want you to touch me, to run your fingers over my skin... oh, Rafael..."
"Where do you want me to touch you?" Rafael asked seductively. He cleared his throat, now panting at every breath drawn.
"You know..." Mokuba purred and giggled childishly, "Where it feels so good... oh Rafael... I want you to ram your big and brutal cock into me, I want to feel every inch of it... oh Rafael, please, I need to feel you, I want you so badly..."
Mokuba did his best moaning and sighing and whispering sweet words into his phone with Rafael gasping and groaning at every sound from him.
Rafael's voice sounded distant and a lot deeper which, in Mokuba's experience, was a sure sign that Rafael was about to climax.
Mokuba chuckled.
Then he let out a guttural moan and begged Rafael: "I need your cum... please come for me, I need you to come... Oh, Rafael, fill me with your cum, fill me up until I'm dripping all over..."
A deep and soft sigh from his speaker indicated Rafael's exceedingly anticipated release.
Despite himself Mokuba noticed that he was grinning. He felt pride in knowing he'd caused his lover to come; he could make him orgasm without needing to touch him.
Well, he caught himself musing, who would have guessed that he'd feel content with just knowing that he'd pleased Rafael?
He harrumphed.
Rafael was right. He really was soppy.
"Damn," Rafael cursed under his breath as Mokuba heard him jerking in his seat, "I've only had this desk cleaned yesterday..."
Mokuba couldn't help giggling. "Send me a picture, I want to see it," he blurted out.
"Why don't you come over first thing tomorrow morning and lick it all off?" Rafael suggested while Mokuba heard him scrubbing at his desk, "Or better yet, I'll wedge a funnel between your petite buttcheeks and let it dribble all in."
"I like your cum fresh," Mokuba replied cheekily, "and it's worse cold. It feels revolting."
"Tastes revolting too," he added after giving it some thought.
"You're so dirty minded," Rafael whispered sweetly, still shivering at the aftershocks of his orgasm.
"I know," Mokuba said, his head feeling as light as air, "You wish you had gotten hold of me earlier, don't you? You could have taught me one thing or another and brought me up to be a sordid, down to the core shameless slut."
"You are sordid," Rafael explained, "And since I don't allow you to hump anyone else apart from me we can neither confirm nor deny whether you're a slut."
"If you say so," Mokuba snapped; but he wasn't hurt, he was teasingly cheeky and gave a little moan, "I bet your colleagues would love to hear me moan like that. They'd even pay me good money for my services."
"They won't pay you more than I'm already doing," Rafael replied, "Let me hear some more of your cute and sexy voice and I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow night in this fancy new Taiwan restaurant."
Mokuba's smile broadened.
Well, what could he say? Being paid for was a huge turn on.
Mokuba began with a low growl before his voice rose to a deep groan, interjected by sweet gasps for air.
Someone knocked at his door.
Feeling the blush rising Mokuba fell silent almost instantly before whispering a shamefaced "Gotta go now," into his phone. He pulled up his pants again and panic-stricken straightened out his clothes as he darted for the door.
"What is it?" Mokuba croaked in a voice laced with nervousness. Christ, had someone been eavesdropping? Had they heard anything?
Someone was clearing their throat.
Mokuba held his breath. This was Seto. This was definitely Seto! Oh God no, his brother was just outside his room and couldn't have failed to hear him moaning in ecstasy, could he?
"Sorry our talk has been delayed. I didn't intend to send you away without opening my door to you," Seto's cool and calm voice protruded from behind the door, "But I've been in the middle of..." and there it seemed to Mokuba he paused to reconsider the idiom, "Heavy negotiations which I was unable to postpone any further."
That's Seto for you, Mokuba caught himself thinking, describing having sex as negotiating. If only those two were the same things he'd have become a porn star so long ago.
Mokuba stopped that train of thought before it could get involved in any nasty accidents. Innocence was bliss and so was not imagining your elder brother in a thong.
Great, now he'd done it. Now he couldn't get the picture out of his head...
"May I come in?" Seto asked.
"Yeah, of course," Mokuba almost cut him off, "I'm not mad or anything. I can't even remember why I had come to your study in the first place..."
The door swung back as Seto entered. He smiled at Mokuba as he always did. His eyes were soft and warm; until his stare hardened and the blue orbs turned the colour of cold steel.
Seto closed the door almost soundlessly before taking up a seat beside Mokuba, never taking his eyes off his little brother.
Mokuba was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"I'm very sorry," Seto said icily; Mokuba knew that he was trying to stay calm, "I'll call our physician right away. I won't be bothering you with questions now."
"What are you talking about?" Mokuba asked, unnerved and slightly worried by his brother's cryptic words, "What's wrong?"
Seto caressed Mokuba's neck fondly. But his fingers were stiff and cold.
"I'll ask her to come here right away," Seto repeated, "You don't have to worry now."
"Why should I be worried?" Mokuba asked almost terrified.
"I'm here for you," Seto said, trying hard to sound as though he meant it, "I'll keep you safe." His eyes were magically drawn to Mokuba's chest time and time again.
Mokuba jumped to his feet.
"What are you looking at?" he snarled, pushing away his brother's hands as they reached for his shoulders. There, he was looking at his collar again.
"What's wrong with my face?" Mokuba yelled. He stared at Seto irritated before darting into his bathroom.
He stopped in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection dumbfounded.
Nothing was wrong with his face.
It was the skin stretching around his throat and neck that was covered in dark weals and slightly swollen.
Strangulation marks.
