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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      おそ松さん_|_Osomatsu-san_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Matsuno_Choromatsu/Matsuno_Osomatsu
  Character:
      Matsuno_Osomatsu, Matsuno_Choromatsu
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Frottage, Foot_Jobs, Hair_Kink, Haircuts
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-26 Updated: 2016-02-29 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4171
****** I can’t go home looking like this ******
by Justicecadet
Summary
     I’m just practicing speed writing. Also sorry Choro is a weenie in
     this. Based loosely on schoolmatsu. They aren't siblings in this but
     kept the incest tag. Pretty non-con. Osomatsu gives Choromatsu a
     haircut.
     Update: Thanks for some feedback. I decided there will be at least 3
     parts to this and I update the 2nd tonight. The 2nd isn't as much
     hair, but the 3rd will be lots of hair.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** I can't go home like this *****
“Choromatsu,” Osomatsu called in his sing song voice using his index finger in
a “come here” gesture. Choromatsu sat glued in his seat hunched over, and
gripping his book bag. The class had been dismissed long ago but he had stayed
late working on extra credit. Despite his bookish appearance he was struggling
to keep up with his studies. He had flunked out of his first choice high school
and transferred to this delinquent ridden hell on earth. He could endure the
roughhousing and bullying; there were bullies in regular schools too. But it
was this condescending prick that was treating Choromatsu like a trained dog
that broke his pride. Deep down he wanted to be just as condescending back but
in reality he could hardly control his bladder whenever Osomatsu gave him an
order. “Spineless,” Choromatsu berated himself.

“Did you hear me, Choromatsu?” Osomatsu called walking into the classroom.
“It’s time to head on home.” In his peripheral vision Choromatsu could see the
doorway was clear now. “I-I have to go,” Choromatsu stuttered and stood up but
a slight pressure pushed him back down. Osomatsu was behind him pushing his
head back down. Choromatsu tried to lean forward away from the heavy palm but
Osomatsu only moved his hand forward to play with Choromatsu’s hair, twirling
it between his fingers, occasionally tugging slightly. It put strain on the
roots and Choromatsu felt hairs coming out after too much fussing and pulling
prickled. “I waited for you today but you didn’t show up so I was worried,”
Osomatsu said. “I was busy studying,” Choromatsu said, trying to retain his
composure.

“Studying, huh? You look like the kind of guy whose test I’d copy,” Osomatsu
said, “but then again I’ve seen your test scores.” Choromatsu twitched in
anger. As if it wasn’t bad enough before but these delinquents could actually
act superior to him and they weren’t wrong.

“You’d be having more fun if you let loose a little,” Osomatsu stroked from the
top of Choromatsu’s head down to the back of his neck.
“I really need to go, Osomatsu,” once again Choromatsu tried to stand up but
this time Osomatsu more forcefully pushed down on his neck, almost bending him
over his desk. “You can call me “Aniki” from now on,” Osomatsu said grinning.

Choromatsu tried to turn his head and weakly yelled at Osomatsu, “What’s wrong
with you? Let go! I need to go to the bathroom!” It was a half truthful plea.
The mental tension that came from these interactions had a very physical
tension as a result. And he was hoping Osomatsu wasn’t such a monster that he
would deny him this last change to escape.

Osomatsu looked thoughtful for a moment and then winked at him. “Oh, yeah, me
too.” But he just pushed him down on the desk further until his chest was
touching that polished wood and the edge was digging into his bladder. Fearful
but enraged Choromatsu yelled a string of obscenities at Osomatsu who wasn’t
paying attention. He used his body weight to pin Choromatsu down so he could
open up his bag.

“I was thinking you need an image change,” Osomatsu said. “The bowl cut and
glasses look is going to make me look like I hang out with nerds.” Choromatsu
couldn’t turn his head back well enough to see but he felt Osomatsu remove his
glasses and drop them to the floor carelessly. And then he heard the mechanical
click, and that whirring, buzzing noise. Instantly Choromatsu panicked and
started to fight back against Osomatsu for real. He didn’t have much muscle or
weight on his size but they were about the same size and Choromatsu figured he
could at least throw him off. He kicked his legs and could still swing his arms
but at a restricted angle. Osomatsu rammed his legs behind Choromatsu’s own,
pinning them in place. But it wasn’t until Osomatsu grabbed his head again and
held the blade against the back of his neck that he stilled. “Hold still or
you’re gonna get hurt.” He said it as a warning but not a threat. Osomatsu ran
the clippers a couple inches up the back of his scalp from his neck letting
chunks of hair fall and stick in Choromatsu’s collar that was clammy with
sweat. Osomatsu tried to do it as gently as he could but Choromatsu’s body was
still tense and so he kept it pinned in place with his hand, unable to caress
those hairs a final time.

Choromatsu’s neck was perspiring like crazy despite the chill that was creeping
up his head. He felt his own hair stick to him and work its way into the thread
of his clothing like pins. Osomatsu expertly glided the metal clippers over his
scalp over and over. His hypothalamus began to whir and conjure up soothing
memories of getting his hair shaved at the barbershop. He hated himself for
comparing the two and when his body tensed again he noticed a distinct
stiffness in his back side. His mind flashed back to what Osomatsu had said
earlier about needing to go to the bathroom too and he was filled with fear
again. Osomatsu must have known that Choromatsu had felt his erection pressed
into him because he suddenly became bolder. He stopped shaving but kept the
clippers on and pressed a little closer. Choromatsu stopped breathing and
wished his heart would stop too instead of pounding out of his chest wildly.
Again Osomatsu experimentally shifted. He couldn’t possibly shove any closer to
Choromatsu but he wasn’t pulling back either. He just stayed attached to
Choromatsu’s hips and slowly rocked. And he resumed shaving, starting again
from the right side of the scalp and working toward the center. Choromatsu
didn’t say anything or shout though. He was more terrified of being seen in
this humiliating situation than he was of letting it happen.

He didn’t think Osomatsu could be so slow and steady in his movements but it
was probably for Choromatsu’s benefit. He was synchronizing his grinding with
his shaving. He’d rock forward and slide the sheers up and occasionally grunt
quietly. Every so often he would forgo shaving to slip in an extra quick
thrust. Choromatsu reflexively clenched his own ass whenever Osomatsu rocked up
toward him, afraid that two pairs of pants and two pairs of underwear between
them might suddenly vanish. His own skin was chaffing every time he was rocked
up to the underside of the desk where the wood was unpolished, rougher. His
underwear was too thin and moist to protect him from the itchy material of the
slacks that made him feel on fire.

Suddenly in his left ear Osomatsu was panting. “Almost…done.” He wasn’t sure if
he meant himself or the haircut. Probably both. Again Osomatsu stopped shaving
but left the trimmers running and rubbed his face on Choromatsu’s mostly bare
scalp. He rubbed his nose on that strip of hair he left trailing down the
center. Choromatsu dropped his head and his body relaxed slightly pushing back
against Osomatsu. Osomatsu wrapped one of his hands around Choromatsu’s jaw and
nibbled on his neck while his other hand suddenly gripped Choromatsu’s hip and
pulled him back. The pressure of desk on his abdomen was removed and Choromatsu
felt uncomfortably wet. He was covered in nervous sweat. Osomatsu bit into the
neck he had salivated all over. And from behind Choromatsu felt a few final
strong thrusts before the final feeble thrusts. He looked behind to see
Osomatsu’s pants open and boxers wet with cum. Surprised at himself he looked
down to see his own pants slightly damp. He couldn’t even explain his body’s
reaction. Was he aching that bad for physical contact? Or was he leaking out of
fear? He hoped Osomatsu wouldn’t notice. He couldn’t even explain it himself.

Osomatsu slumped off of him and opened up his long coat to air off slightly.
Choromatsu stayed slouched forward not wanting Osomatsu to see the state he was
in. He felt the Mohawk Osomatsu had given him.

“Did you still need to go to the bathroom, or?” Osomatsu asked, still a little
out of breath.

With tears in his eyes Choromatsu turned to him and said, “I can’t go home
looking like this.”
***** I don't mind *****
Chapter Summary
     Post haircut, Choromatsu goes to Osomatsu's home since he's afraid of
     his parent's seeing his hair.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Following the incident, in a rash decision Choromatsu went to Osomatsu’s home
so he could figure out how to explain his haircut to his parents. He really
didn’t understand any of Osomatsu’s motivation but he invited him home and
Choromatsu didn’t think he could feel any more violated than this so he
accepted his invitation.
 
Osomatsu’s parents were gone, out working, he optimistically assumed. The house
was dingy but homey and Choromatsu felt sympathetic for Osomatsu’s parents who
were probably trying their best. Osomatsu treated his home with little care,
throwing his shoes and bag down wherever. He fished an already open can of beer
out of the fridge and took a deep gulp. Choromatsu waited for Osomatsu to offer
him snacks and a drink, which he would politely decline, but he didn’t get an
offer. Now slurping on the beer slowly Osomatsu just eyed Choromatsu up and
down. Again it reminded Choromatsu how he had just been mauled and volunteered
to go into the lion’s den. Setting the empty can down on the counter with a
clank, Osomatsu walked down the hall. “My room’s over here.”
 
Choromatsu just quietly crept behind him. The hallway was so narrow Choromatsu
didn’t think he could turn around with his backpack on. It could really hinder
his movement if he needed to make a quick escape. Part way down the hall was
Osomatsu’s room. Stepping inside Osomatsu turned around and fell backwards onto
his bed. And for the first time since he approached Choromatsu in the classroom
he smiled again. A wave of relief washed over him, even though it shouldn’t
have. That smile could look so innocent when the bearer didn’t have an innocent
thought in his head. But at least it was consistent. It was something
predictable.
 
“Welcome to my home,” Osomatsu said stretching his arms all the way out and
flopping them on the bed. “You can just set your stuff wherever. Sit anywhere.”
Choromatsu looked around but there was no chair, just the bed. He sat on the
floor. Embedded in the carpet were crumbs but it looked like there were crumbs
and even full potato chips scattered on the bed. “So,” Osomatsu burped and
lifted his head to see Choromatsu, “what did you tell your parents?” “I told
them I had to go stay with a friend for a last minute project.” “So he can lie
pretty easily,” Osomatsu made a mental note. He had figured that Choromatsu
wasn’t as much of a goody two-shoes as he seemed but he wanted to see just how
bad he would be if pushed.
 
“How long are you going to stay here? I don’t mind but,” Osomatsu spread his
legs pushing his knees into Choromatsu’s face and stuck his hand down his pants
to scratch himself. Choromatsu immediately turned away and stared at the floor.
“I’m going home tomorrow. It’s not like I can hide here until my hair grows
back.” Osomatsu finished scratching himself and lazily snapped his waistband
with his thumb. “What are you going to tell them?”
 
Choromatsu’s heart nearly stopped. “I’m not going to tell on you. It’s my
business, I’ll figure something out.” He might have been cowardly but at least
he had some pride. He expected some remark from Osomatsu but he just seemed to
be thinking to himself, and then he flipped on the TV. “I’m bored. Do good kids
watch TV on school nights?” “I’m not that good of a student, remember,”
Choromatsu replied.
 
From there the mood got a little bit lighter. Osomatsu and Choromatsu liked a
lot of the same comedies and Choromatsu couldn’t help himself but laugh out
loud. Osomatsu had gradually slid onto the floor next to him and was laughing
pretty heartily as well. He saw Osomatsu smile all the time but this was the
first time he had seen him laugh. In a distorted way it felt like he was just
casually watching TV at a friend’s house which Choromatsu hadn’t done in years.
When Osomatsu faced him Choromatsu realized he had been staring a little at him
and thought Osomatsu might get offended. He turned away.
 
“It’s getting kind of late,” Choromatsu said. “I’m going to watch just a little
more,” Osomatsu said. He clicked through channels looking for something else to
watch. Choromatsu stretched his legs out and started to stand up when Osomatsu
stopped flipping. The TV moaned loudly and in the background Choromatsu could
hear wet skin slapping. He looked at Osomatsu to see what kind of game he was
playing but he hadn’t broken eye contact with the TV. He had the same relaxed
posture and lazy smile as when they watched variety TV together.
 
“I have to go to the bathroom,” Choromatsu straightened up and moved to step
over Osomatsu to the hallway. Osomatsu grabbed him by the ankle causing
Choromatsu to lose his balance but not fall over. “You sure need to go to the
bathroom a lot. Maybe you should get that checked out.” Osomatsu leered at him.
Choromatsu was torn between spitting back at him and complying in the hopes of
actually escaping. Osomatsu held on firmly but rubbed his thumb over the outer
ankle bone. Choromatsu just stared at him helplessly, balancing on one leg.
“You look like you have something you want to ask me, Chorochan,” he mocked.
 
“I really don’t want to know anything about you,” Choromatsu said a little
panicked. Osomatsu pulled Choromatsu’s ankle backwards and he barely braced his
arms against the bed for support. Osomatsu pulled a little more so he was lying
on the floor with his knees in Osomatsu’s lap. “I don’t mind if you ask.
Besides, I want to know more about you.” Osomatsu said it as he pushed
Choromatsu’s knees towards his crotch. Adrenaline rushed through Choromatsu’s
ears and it seemed like the rhythmic slapping sounds coming from the TV were
ringing in his head. “I really want to go,” Choromatsu begged.
 
Osomatsu ignored his request and twisted his legs causing him to rollover. He
curled one leg off of him and bent the other leg so Choromatsu’s foot was
pressed into his erection. “What is wrong with you!” Choromatsu yelled at him
starting to kick with both legs. Osomatsu just pushed his free leg back against
Choromatsu’s body and kicking at Osomatsu’s crotch seemed to elicit the wrong
reaction. He groaned and looked at Choromatsu with encouragement, daring him to
do it again. Already beaten Choromatsu stopped struggling. A little
disappointed already Osomatsu returned to watching the porno, pressing
Choromatsu’s foot against his clothed dick. He pushed it down on himself and
grinded the heel inwards in a swiveling motion. Choromatsu’s legs ached at the
awkward angle that Osomatsu would twist his ankle. He stayed on the floor,
rolled away from the TV trying to block out the overstimulating imagery but he
couldn’t keep the sounds out. There were so many voices all grunting and
moaning. How many actors or actresses? Wasn’t there a woman on the screen
earlier? But now it all sounded gruff and low. And slightly louder than the
rest was Osomatsu.
 
He started rubbing circles in the pads of Choromatsu’s foot as he dug just the
heel down again. He released Choromatsu’s leg and with both hands started to
rub his foot, in large, sweeping movements. He weaved his fingers in between
his toes and stretched them slightly. It felt oddly good despite the
circumstance and he even closed his eyes and felt his muscles relax. As he
massaged Choromatsu’s feet Osomatsu discreetly unzipped his pants. Just as
Choromatsu seemed to be relaxed Osomatsu leaned forward and started rutting
against his foot. Choromatsu tried to jump back and his foot curled inward as
Osomatsu slid his cock against Choromatsu’s foot. Choromatsu started protesting
again.
 
“You can’t!” “Why not? You’re not going to get pregnant or anything.” “I’m not
gay!” Osomatsu picked up the speed and chuckled to himself. He leaned forward
even further until he was on his hands and knees. The shuffle twisted
Choromatu’s leg even further causing him to rollover to his other side. “It’s
alright, I’ll do this for you too,” Osomatsu said. The feeling of skin on skin
had elevated Choromatsu’s panic and he wasn’t listening anymore. He tried to
see what was happening but he was tearing up. Osomatsu’s two hands tightly
gripped his cock and Choromatsu’s foot together as he slid his hands back and
forth and rocked his pelvis. The movements were much more jerky and hastened
than they had been in the classroom. Osomatsu was open mouth panting and
Choromatsu felt a little in awe at the sight. He had a hidden perverted streak
but he had never seen someone so openly lustful.
 
Osomatu’s head constantly bumped against the crook in his toes and he felt cum
stick there and slowly slip down his feet until another violent thrust smeared
it back up his feet. “Please finish soon” Choromatsu chanted to himself and
Osomatsu did. Cum dribbled out on his foot but most of it ended up shooting
onto the carpet when Osomatsu slid his cock far up. He dropped his foot and
hunched over panting. Choromatsu lay still, relieved to have the use of his leg
back but keeping his foot far away from his body like a dirty object. He could
leave now if he was fast but he didn’t think he could bare to stand up and feel
cum squish between his toes.
 
Choromatsu closed his eyes trying to wish himself anywhere else in the world
but startled when he felt his pants being opened. Osomatsu looked at him
sheepishly like a guilty child. “I said I’m not gay,” Choromatsu hissed and
reflexively tried to push him back with his leg. His foot landed on Osomatsu’s
face and wiped cum all over him. Choromatsu sat in shock and terror realizing
what he just did but Osomatsu just took the moment to finish pulling down
Choromatsu’s pants. “Well you might not enjoy it but little Chorochan might,”
he cooed. Choromatsu wasn’t feeling horny but there had been an electricity in
the air that had his penis at half-mast.
 
“It’s only fair that I do it for you right? I’m a pretty generous Aniki,” he
said standing up. He saw Osomatsu raise his leg high and winced, certain that
he was going to be kicked in the face in return. Instead, it landed softly on
his briefs. With his own foot he softly kneaded Choromatsu’s dick through his
underwear. It felt surprisingly not bad, but not really erogenous either.
Choromatsu just watched Osomatu’s foot, not wanting to make eye contact with
the bully that was now frowning in concentration. The foot slowly started to
wonder and experiment down lower, playing with Choromatsu’s balls. Osomatsu
watched Choromatsu’s face carefully, judging the reaction. It didn’t seem to be
doing much for him but he looked curious. Slowly Osomatsu started to build the
pressure at the pad of his foot against the balls, increasing it until
Choromatsu looked uncomfortable and then slid it back up and down his length a
few times. He repeated it for a while, occasionally dropping down lower,
tracing the taint and imagining the places he hadn’t gotten to play with yet.
He would savor that later.
 
He changed the pace and stepped down closer, actually putting his weight on
Choromatsu. His heel dug in between his balls and cock and his toes spread and
rubbed against Choromatsu’s concealed cock. Choromatsu’s face reddened as his
cock got harder. “It’s just a reaction,” he told himself. His briefs were
white, and thin and quickly becoming sheer. But it wasn’t yet precum, it was
sweat. He watched his ruddy lewd form start to become more and more visible and
could feel the slow rebellion as it tried to break free. Osomatsu seemed
pleased with the result long enough to take his foot off and admire the
reaction. Osomatsu started pumping his own cock again. Choromatsu tried not to
stare at it which was just above his eye level.
 
Osomatsu took a step closer so his cock bobbed near Choromatsu’s head. In one
hand he slowed down his own strokes and with the other he started rubbing
Chormatsu’s temples. His hands moved in sync. Choromatsu refused to make notice
of the cock that was so wonton for attention. Osomatsu turned his head up and
made eye contact. He rubbed Choromatsu’s cheek and jawline. Choromatsu couldn’t
tell what he wanted. His mind was a complete blank. A little disappointed
Osomatsu gripped Choromatsu by his Mohawk and raised his head even higher until
his mouth was parallel with his cock. Osomatsu suddently started rubbing his
foot beneath Choromatsu’s balls again and he shuddered and parted his lips.
Osomatsu took the chance to hold his cock against the lips. He didn’t push in,
just touched, like a chaste kiss. He tugged on Choromatsu’s hair a little more
and Choromatsu shook his head. Osomatsu stamped on Choromatsu’s dick again and
he gasped for air. Osomatsu swayed his hips slightly pressing in. He rubbed his
thumb on the side of Choromatsu’s mouth. He was smiling but Choromatsu read
something contemptuous about it. As if it said “you’ll regret it if you bite.”
Choromatsu locked his jaw, not willing to open it further but not about to shut
it either. Osomatsu murmured, called him a good boy, and just gently swayed at
first, finding his footing on Choromatsu’s lap. With his toes he pulled down
the waist band to Choromatsu’s relief and torment. He couldn’t get it all the
way past his balls but he got enough down. From there his foot job only became
rougher. He would press his slippery cock into his belly or other times squash
it back down, only to suddenly release it and wait for it to bob back up. All
the while he grew more aggressive with his blowjob. He placed his hands on the
back of Choromatsu’s scalp and kept pulling him closer. He massaged his jaw,
telling him to open it. Soon he had his pubic hair up against Choromatsu’s nose
and his balls were knocking his chin. He scratched softly at the back of his
head sometimes and then hard other times, drawing read streaks. He kept
twirling his fingers around his Mohawk that limply fell to the side. He would
pull it up like an actual Mohawk and then suddenly twist his hair. It was a
fine line between comfort and pain.
 
“I’m so happy, Choromatsu,” Osomatsu kept saying to himself. “It’s so good. You
look so good like this.” Choromatsu clawed at Osomatsu’s pants trying to break
away. He could barely breath let alone speak like this. Saliva dribbled down
his chin and landed on Osomatsu’s foot. He could tell his foot was getting sore
and cramping because he kept having to stop or switch feet. Choromatsu couldn’t
take it any longer. Osomatsu had already gotten off twice in one day and
Choromatsu was suffering with the world’s slowest foot job. He reached down to
jerk himself off when Osomatsu had to pause to switch feet. He could feel
Osomatsu dribbling precum in his mouth and he would be damned if he didn’t get
off once before he came again. With both hands he quickly started jerking off
in a simple up and down manner but Osomatsu stomped on his hand with his foot.
Frustrated Choromatsu tried to yell but Osomatsu just hushed him. “I said I’d
get you off. I can do it.”
 
Much quicker he started pressing down on Choromatsu’s cock. He focused all on
the head. Slowly it started to feel a little bit better than before and
Choromatsu relaxed into it. He pivoted his hips and as a result occasionally
bobbed his head further. Osomatsu moaned in approval, scratching behind
Choromatsu’s ears.
 
When he came, he threw his head back and pulled Choromatsu as close as he
could. Choromatsu gripped at Osomatsu’s pants, struggling for air. He inhaled
more of Osomatsu’s cum than he had meant to. The rest just sat in his mouth,
his muscles too sore to spit it out. Osomatsu started to relax, barely keeping
up with his foot rubbing but it was enough. Choromatsu came all over his
thighs. He ended up stroking himself off to finish his orgasm but Osomatsu
didn’t notice. He fell backwards onto the floor and was struggling to catch his
breath. Choromatsu wiped the cum out of his mouth onto his hand as he also
caught up with his breathing. He looked at his poor abused cock when Osomatsu
started laughing. “I really don’t mind if you want to stay over another night.”
Chapter End Notes
     There's more feet than hair in this one. IDK why. It just happened
     organically so I went with it.
End Notes
     I had an idea of what I was writing but somehow when I actually wrote
     it I was surprised that omorashi themes popped up but I didn't fully
     commit to it. Kind of leaving some of that left open to
     interpretation.
     I wrote this in an hour or two which is fast for me. I'm working on
     actually finishing/posting stuff I write.
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