Heya! I've had this one in my head for a while so I hope you enjoy! As always, everything in this is entirely consensual.
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Bakura had to admit that, five years earlier, had anyone told him that his favourite part about the modern world would be the free use society, he would have laughed in their face, and maybe stabbed them for good measure. Back then, though, he'd still been trying to remember to eat without Zorc Necrophades' dark power fuelling his (or Ryou's) body and coming to terms with the fact that he'd lost, again, and died, again, only to be brought back, again. However, being brought back by Ryou was much nicer than a dark god he'd owed his soul to. At the start, the only penance Ryou had requested was that Bakura be the one to run to 7/11 when they ran out of beer or toilet roll and Ryou wasn't in the mood.
Of course, then the free use society came in. It had its pros and cons, with fewer petty crimes and a more satisfied population, along with increased tourism, being some of the former. Additionally, unlike some western countries, Japan had deigned to allow people the choice of which side of the free use society they wanted to exist on.
Ryou had selected a purple shackle without hesitation, signalling that he was vers and open to anything with anyone. Several of Yugi's friends had selected a black one, completely opting out of the idea. Malik had gone with gold, because he was gayer than Bowie and too much of a control freak to bottom. Colours varied for both position and sexuality, whether straight, gay, bi, or other. Bakura had resisted the shackle. Not for any moral reason against the concept of the changing society, but because he'd worn enough manacles over his life.
The agent assigned to him and Ryou had worked out a solution, and now, he wore a white collar everywhere he went. Ryou liked to tease that even in a free use society, Bakura was his because of it.
Unfortunately, the societal change had some cons as well. Bakura couldn't list most of them off the top of his head. The ones that inconvenienced him, however, he could manage no problem. For one, his pants kept getting ruined so he'd opted for skirts, which only made the second issue even more prominent - he was late to everything, by no fault of his own.
Currently, he was meant to be on the train home from work, but had already missed his stop because some ass wearing a gold shackle had pushed Bakura onto his knees and slipped his cock into Bakura's mouth. He'd even dressed down to avoid this, only in a black skirt with knee-highs and a regular-ass shirt, but it didn't matter.
"Fucking hell." The man gripped Bakura's hair and thrust down his throat. Bakura gagged around him, gripping the man's thighs. "That's it, choke on it."
Bakura whined as someone behind him crouched down to grope his ass through his skirt. "The little slut isn't even wearing underwear - fuck, he's got a butt plug in though. Lift your ass."
Bakura obliged and was dragged to his feet by the guy behind him, so he was bent at the waist to continue sucking the first man's dick. He groaned around it as the plug was tugged out of him and the man cursed, cumming into his mouth.
"Swallow."
Bakura obliged, allowing his tongue to hang out as proof. The man patted his cheek and walked off, and the guy behind him shoved Bakura onto the train seats, pushing his legs up to display his ass.
Bakura held his legs by his knees and the man grinned. "You're already so well trained." He was stroking his cock to full hardness.
"Shut up," Bakura huffed, glancing at the screen on the wall. "I already missed my stop, so get it over with." Bakura's own dick ached, flat on his stomach against the already ruined fabric of his skirt.
The man leaned in and slammed into Bakura without warning. Bakura gasped and gripped his legs tighter, and the man hissed, "I'll take my time if I fucking want to."
Bakura groaned, head leaning back against the window as the man set up a brutal pace, hammering straight into his prostate. Sharp spikes of pleasure shot through Bakura's body with each thrust.
He forced his eyes open as the air near his face shifted in time to see the man lean in to bite his throat.
"Fuck!" Bakura arched. "Harder, please!" He'd completely given up on trying to be quiet, not that it mattered. There was already a crowd of people surrounding him, some fucking and some jerking off to the sight before them.
"Such a slut," the man scoffed. He pinched Bakura's nipples through his shirt and bit his neck again, sucking bruises onto the dark skin. Bakura whined and reached for his cock, but the man caught his wrist and slammed it against the wall behind him. "Sluts don't get to cum until they're told."
Another con of the free use society, and one that Bakura cursed as he hitched into the man's thrusts. He clenched his ass around him, and all too soon, felt the man cum inside him.
The man pulled out and stepped back, taking out his phone and snapping a quick photo of Bakura, looking incredibly debauched, with his legs practically in a 'v' and cum dripping out of his gaping ass.
"Perfect."
Bakura wasn't entirely sure where the man had hidden his plug, but suddenly it was pressed back into him. He groaned and the man grinned.
"Oh shit, there are buttons."
He pressed one and Bakura gasped as it began vibrating, arching away from the pleasure as though he could escape it. The man only pressed his hips down and pressed the same button twice, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. Ryou would have a notification sent to his phone that the plug was on, so at least Bakura didn't have to worry about explaining his lateness.
That, however, was something he only acknowledged in the back of his mind, as his arms were held above him while he humped the air, desperate for any kind of friction on his cock.
Several people stood above him, hands wrapped around their cocks. "I bet," one said, "you can cum untouched with that thing on."
"Maybe," another said, "if I do this..." He leaned in and pulled the plug a bit to hook his fingers under it before thrusting it in slow movements. Every few thrusts, he pushed the button, and Bakura choked back a sob.
"No," he groaned. "Too much." There were standardised safe words, so his pleas were ignored. The next thrust pressed straight into his prostate and Bakura strained to get away from the hands pinning him down.
"Hold it there," someone advised, and the plug didn't move again, though the vibrations continued going up.
Bakura's eyes rolled back but he grit his teeth, squirming. Someone above him cursed and cum splashed over his face, and Bakura was gone, arching and shouting his release.
The vibrations continued, until he was shaking from overstimulation, and the man turned them off, but by that stage, everyone around him had finished up, whether it was on him or with a random partner they'd secured.
"Assholes," Bakura panted as the train stopped and he hurried to get off before he could be caught again. He rushed to the bathroom and cleaned off his face and shirt as much as he could, but he was already late.
His legs shook as he walked down the stairs out of the station, and someone whistled and groped his ass, but Bakura didn't stop until he reached his usual train station. Ryou was waiting, on his phone, but looked up as Bakura approached. He grinned.
"Do I look that bad?" Bakura asked, though the grin already answered his question.
"You look great." Ryou grabbed his ass, pulling him closer. Bakura hummed and leaned up to press a kiss to Ryou's lips. Ryou happily returned it, but after a few seconds, began sucking Bakura's lower lip between his teeth until his boyfriend was whining. "What stop did you get to?"
"Maaru." Bakura huffed as he pulled back, lower lip swollen. "Assholes didn't care I'd missed my stop."
Ryou hummed. "But you didn't safeword out?" Bakura squirmed. "I thought as much." He squeezed Bakura's ass, pressing a button on the plug in the process. Bakura gasped, gripping Ryou's shirt. "How many guys fucked you today?"
"Mm, only two," Bakura forced out.
"Well we'll have to fix that." Ryou turned Bakura around and pressed him to the window of the train station. Inside, a few people turned to stare as Ryou flipped his skirt up. "But first, you're late. And we both know you could have gotten here on time if you'd really wanted."
Bakura's face burned and he looked down, holding himself up against the window with his hands. He jolted as the first smack landed on his ass, and moaned at the second. Ryou turned on the vibrating plug to a medium setting and pressed it further into Bakura before beginning his punishment in earnest. Ryou alternated between harder spanks, and light ones that lulled Bakura into a false sense of security. He created a 1-1-2-1 rhythm only to drop it the second Bakura was used to it, and then begin again when Bakura got used to the random spanks. His cock was already hard again, though the several block walk with a butt plug pressing against his prostate had helped speed it up. Bakura cursed as Ryou turned up the vibrator to the max setting, and sobbed as his cock throbbed seconds before he came dry. Ryou didn't let up, either with the punishment or the vibrator, though he switched it so it was on a rhythm rather than buzzing constantly against Bakura's prostate. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but could only have been ten minutes, if that, he stopped.
Ryou massaged Bakura's ass, brushing the plug occasionally with his thumbs. "Did you cum?"
"Once," Bakura gasped.
"Excellent."
Ryou pulled the plug out of Bakura, and Bakura whined, hole clenching around nothing. He already felt the cum leaking down his thighs. He squeezed his legs together, but a sharp slap to his ass made him spread them again.
"Good boy." Ryou slipped in without issue, Bakura already wet with lube from the plug and prepped enough, despite Ryou's cock being bigger than the ones from the train.
Bakura groaned, head dropping against the glass window. Ryou rolled his hips, gripping Bakura's waist.
"How was your day?"
"G-Good," Bakura forced out. He would be punished if he didn't answer, and gods damn it, he wanted to cum properly. "New- fuck, new guy at- at work is vaguely com- competent-"
"Glad to hear it." Ryou thrust into him a few times. How he was able to maintain a regular conversation, even when bottoming, completely eluded Bakura.
Ryou threaded his fingers through Bakura's hair and pulled, guiding his head up. "Look."
Bakura opened his eyes to see a few people watching him again. A woman with a pink shackle was spread open on the bench and being fucked by two other girls, and several people were crowded around to watch both her and Bakura.
Someone pulled out a phone aimed at Bakura. "Smile for the camera, Bakura," Ryou commanded, thrusting hard into him again.
Bakura's jaw dropped as a moan escaped him but he managed to hold up his fingers to do a shaky 'v' for victory symbol as Ryou wrapped a hand around his cock.
"You're so good for me today," Ryou cooed, right next to Bakura's ear. "I'm tempted to reward you for it." He dragged his tongue along the sensitive skin on Bakura's neck. He was always so nice to Bakura in public.
Bakura whined, bucking into Ryou's fist. "Fuck, Ryou-" Bakura gasped.
"Beg for me," Ryou whispered.
Bakura clenched his fists as Ryou's hand stilled. "Ryou, please," he moaned. "I- I need-"
"Yes?" Ryou prompted. Bakura could hear the smile in his voice. The camera was still pointed at them. "What do you need?"
"F- Fuck me!" Bakura huffed out. "Please! N- Need your cock- so badly-"
"Good boy." Ryou began stroking him again. "Aren't you?" Bakura nodded, and Ryou traced his thumb over Bakura's slit. "Say it."
"I'm-" Bakura squeezed his eyes shut. "I- I'm a g- a good boy-"
"Tell the camera," Ryou cooed, "what a good slut you are for me and I'll make you cum so hard you see stars."
Bakura swallowed hard and lifted his head to stare at the camera. "I-" Ryou thrust into his prostate and Bakura moaned. "I- I'm a good- a good slut," he gasped out, "for- for my boyfriend." Ryou had expressed a distaste for titles other than his name or things like boyfriend.
"Yes, you are." Ryou sped up, stroking Bakura's cock faster too. "And you're going to cum in front of all these people like a good slut too, aren't you?"
"Mm!" Bakura dropped his head again, bucking into Ryou's hand.
"Aren't you?" Ryou repeated, fucking into Bakura harder.
"Yes!" Bakura gasped. "I- I'm- fuck, m' close-"
"Do it," Ryou urged, voice tight as Bakura's ass. He was close too. "Cum for me, love."
Bakura bucked again, and screamed Ryou's name as he came all over the window, humping into the air as Ryou fucked him through his orgasm. Ryou groaned as Bakura tightened around him and bit his throat, harder than the man on the train, to leave a more obvious mark.
Bakura whined as he felt Ryou cum inside him, flooding him with warmth. Once Ryou had recovered enough, he pulled out and turned Bakura around, bending him over to display his full ass to the window. Bakura bit his tongue to hide a whine, and Ryou slipped the plug back into him.
"That should satisfy you until we get home." He tugged Bakura's skirt down over his ass and took Bakura's hand. "Let's go."
Bakura nodded, leaning into him as they walked. Once they were home, Ryou brought him to the bathroom to help him clean up and then sat him down on the couch with a fluffy blanket and a warm cup of soup.
"Are you okay?" He asked, wrapping his arms around Bakura. "I didn't go too far?"
"Not at all." Bakura nuzzled into him. "This is exactly what I needed today."
"Good." Ryou kissed the top of his head. "Next time, just text me when you're going to be late." They turned on a film to watch in the background while they scrolled their social medias.
After an hour or so, Bakura heard Ryou chuckle, that deep, not-quite-amused laugh that usually came when Bakura was being a brat. He frowned and looked up. "What is it?"
Ryou angled his phone so Bakura could see it. He stared at himself, through a window, eyes lidded and blown out, legs spread wide as Ryou fucked him, mouth open and tongue practically hanging out with cum spilling down his legs, and fingers up in a 'v' for victory.
His face burned and Ryou grinned, leaning closer to whisper, "Six thousand views and counting. I'd say we did a pretty good job."
"You're such a dick," Bakura huffed, trying to ignore the heat growing in his stomach as the video continued.
Ryou turned off the phone and held Bakura closer. "Yeah," he said, "but you love me anyway."