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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      The_Piass, 妃阿甦
  Relationship:
      Takayuki/Chihiro/Hiroshi/Yoshio
  Character:
      Takayuki_(The_Piass), Chihiro_(The_Piass), Hiroshi_(The_Piass), Yoshio_
      (The_Piass)
  Additional Tags:
      Pedophilia, Paedophilia, Anal_Sex, Anal, Anilingus, Crossdressing, Visual
      Kei, Alternate_Universe, Gay_Sex, Male_Homosexuality, Double_Penetration,
      Triple_Penetration, Japanese_Character(s), High_Heels, Yaoi, Okama, Shota
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-13 Words: 6090
****** Precocious Player ******
by Karin_Yukimura_(Karinpon)
Summary
     Takayuki was born in 1980. A gifted individual, he had mastered the
     electric guitar by age 10 and now was already in a band playing
     revolutionary visual shock rock. His adult male bandmates adore him,
     not only for his shredding abilities, but also for his ability to get
     them off.
Notes
     Based on Takayuki lying about his age lately, setting the age at
     which he must have started his band awfully low.
     There's no shame in being old if you still look as good as you do,
     Taka!!
“You want to form a band with me?” The man seemed puzzled, then laughed. “Go
away, kid; let me be an unemployed drunk singing karaoke in peace.”
Takayuki, a ten-year-old boy with long, teased hair dyed red, wasn’t one to
give up. As soon as he realised he was excellent at guitar, he’d run away from
home to join or form a visual shock rock band in the tradition of X. His
parents wouldn’t want a delinquent youth like him back, so music was his life
now. He swung his guitar—a cheap electric manufactured by ESP—around to his
front and took out his plectrum.
He shredded. The man’s eyes widened as he sat on the barstool and watched,
listening.
“Hey, hey, stop! I get the point. I guess it won’t be too embarrassing to sing
in a band with a guitar prodigy schoolboy. I don’t have anything better to do,
anyway. I’ve got some buddies who can play instruments, too; drums and bass
guitar. Pretty down on their luck like me. The more I think about forming a
band, the better it sounds!”
Takayuki grinned with glee. “You won’t be disappointed, mister... what’s your
name?”
“Hold on, lemme think. I don’t wanna use my real name for this stuff, if we’re
going to be playing the kind of music your hair and makeup tell me you want to.
You can call me To... Chihiro. But I may change it later.”
Takayuki told the man his real name: Takayuki. Then they left the karaoke bar,
stepping out under a cloudy midmorning sky, and found the man’s car. Chihiro
opened the passenger’s side door to let his young companion inside. At the
steering wheel he sighed, looked down at Taka.
“We’re going to my friend Hiroshi’s house; he inherited it from his parents and
it has a garage for rehearsals and stuff. You must be careful around him.”
“Careful? Why?”
“He has a thing for cute little boys who look like girls. He might... touch you
inappropriately, if you get close, or end up alone with him.”
“Don’t worry about me, Chihiro.” Takayuki was satisfied saying that, though he
wondered what an inappropriate touch could be. Chihiro sighed again, and
started the car.
#
Some minutes later they pulled into the driveway of a two-storey detached home
in an upper middle-class district. Cutting out the engine, Chihiro opened his
door. “I didn’t think to call him first, and it’s possible he’s napping, but it
should all be fine when he hears your playing. And remember: be careful. I
won’t be able to save you if he decides to do anything perverted. I’ve got some
sex offences involving schoolgirls, so they won’t believe I wasn’t in league
with him!”
Takayuki didn’t understand anything. He was just eager to play in a visual
shock rock band. “Sure,” he said, nodding, and opened his door, getting out of
the car.
Chihiro knocked on the front door of the house. His knock had a certain rhythm,
like a code, Takayuki thought excitedly. After a short wait, and a second
knock, the door swung inward, and there stood a man with long, messy hair,
wearing a blue kimono with white bird print.
“Aniki, what are you doing here? I was in the middle of something... but never
mind. Who’s the little red-haired thing?”
“Hiro-kun, good news. This boy can play guitar, good as the best. We’re going
to form a band with him. Don’t believe me?”
“What? Uh... come inside. We’ll talk more then.”
Hiroshi kept looking back at Takayuki as he led them to the living room. When
they sat, all on the same sofa with Chihiro in the middle, their host resumed
speaking. “Now tell me what this is all about, aniki. Who’s this sexy little
thing, and why are we going to form a band with him?”
Sighing and shaking his head for a moment, Chihiro brought his palms down on
his knees. “This boy is a master guitarist, and just what we need to get out of
this slump we’re in.”
“Did you kidnap him?”
“No! He... I don’t know, he approached me at the karaoke bar. I don’t know
about his situation at home or anything.”
Takayuki felt the need to explain himself. “I’m a runaway,” he said. “I won’t
be missed—my family doesn’t care about a delinquent youth such as myself. Want
to hear me play?”
Hiroshi giggled maniacally. He managed to stop, caught his breath and said,
“Let’s hear you play then.”
Takayuki stood. All this time he’d been holding his guitar this way or that
way, only adjusting it to avoid hitting others with his headstock. Moving it
into the proper position, he strummed a quick progression, strung together some
melancholic motifs, and shredded.
“Whoa!” said Hiroshi. “He really can play. He even managed to stay in key!”
“What did I tell you? So are we forming a band or not?”
“I bet he has a tight little—oh, yes, we must recruit this boy and get some
gigs. Yoshio has been bugging me to help him do something musical for a
while—he even wrote songs. Now I guess I don’t have an excuse to ignore him.”
“That’s right. But Hiro-kun... you shouldn’t touch that boy....”
Hiroshi gasped. “Aniki! How could you? You put this delicious boy in front of
me, just my type, and tell me I shouldn’t touch him? Well I say you let him
speak for himself.” He stood up beside Taka. They looked at each other, looked
in each other’s eyes, Taka having to tilt his head up a little—he was kind of
tall for his age. “Boy,” Hiroshi continued, “what is your name?”
“Oh no,” Chihiro murmured. “I want no part in this. But I can’t just up and
leave...”
Takayuki had no idea what he was on about. “My name is Takayuki,” he answered,
smiling at their host as he absent-mindedly stroked the neck of his guitar.
“Oh, lovely name. Just the right number of syllables. However, I’d prefer to
call you Taka-chan. Do you mind?”
“No, of course not. It sounds cute.”
“Cute, huh? You like being cute, Taka-chan?” Hiroshi smiled warmly. Takayuki
felt his heart thump and face heat up. That’s never happened before. And before
Taka could think of some way he should respond, Hiroshi said more: “I’ve got a
collection of pretty women’s clothes. They’d probably fit you and make you look
even cuter. Ah, I’m not scaring you, am I? I’d love to see you in a skirt.”
“I’m not scared,” Takayuki said. Back at home he’d worn his older sister’s
skirts from time to time, when his parents were at work, she was at school, and
he was ditching school to come home and play video games. Yes, occasionally
he’d played video games in his sister’s spare school uniforms. One time he got
a white stain on a particularly short skirt and had to hide it in his room. His
prick got hard thinking about it. “If something fits me... can I keep it?”
“Yes, my gift to you if it fits!”
A groan emanated from the sofa, where Chihiro sat frowning, looking tired.
“Whatever. I’ll call Yoshi when you’re done.”
“No,” said Hiroshi. “Call him now, please. I want him to meet our young
guitarist all dolled up. Oh, and tell him to bring his old guitar amp along
with his bass and stuff.”
#
Takayuki had taken some convincing to put his guitar down, laying it on the
bed. He’d needed to be shown some of the things he could wear: lots of frilly
things, lacy things, lingerie; and to his utmost delight, a variety of
schoolgirl uniforms, all hanging to one side in a walk-in closet lit by a
single incandescent bulb. There was also a pair of shiny black thigh-high boots
in his size, with zippers. They had high, thick heels, which weren’t hard to
walk in, and made him almost as tall as Hiroshi.
“You like the boots, don’t you?” the man said. “Take your pick of clothes! I’ll
wait on the bed, give you some privacy in here.” So he left the closet, closing
the door just till the latch touched the jamb.
Takayuki threw off everything he was wearing except his underwear—those, he
thought, would come off when he was alone. It was a struggle getting his jeans
off with the boots already on, but he managed it. Then he took from a hanger a
vacuum-sealed plastic package he’d had his eye on, containing a uniform with a
white blouse, beige vest, and red pleated skirt and ribbons. Red was his
favourite colour.
He tore open the package—or would have torn, had it not had some easily undone
snap buttons—and took out the uniform, dressing promptly. It was a perfect fit;
his raging erection agreed. Ignoring the throbbing bulge under his skirt, he
fixed his hair some; it was teased in such a way that the back resembled the
top of a weeping willow, except red; the fringe over his face was relatively
straight and neatly cut, just so he could see.
Well that wasn’t completely true. The fringe was also a bit girlish, and he
liked it that way. Especially as he masturbated in girls’ clothes. He pushed
open the closet door, not really caring if the stiffness of his cock made it
visible through the pleated fabric. Hiroshi was a man, too, wasn’t he? It was
nothing he hadn’t seen before.
He was still sitting on the bed, waiting. Chihiro stood beside the bed,
gawking. They both saw Taka, and his erection. Then Hiroshi murmured, “Quite
well-endowed for his age, no?”
Takayuki’s penis twitched under their gaze. He wondered if he should feel
embarrassed after all, but he couldn’t find such a thing beneath what he did
feel.
“Come over here,” Hiroshi said. “I’ll make you feel good.”
In his heels Takayuki carefully neared the bed, stopping right in front of the
seated man. He flinched when Hiroshi placed his hands on his thighs, but stood
his ground. His cock seemed to immobilise him in that spot, and Hiroshi slid
his palms up, soon hooking his fingers in Taka’s underwear and pulling them
down to his knees. Taka’s cock bounced free under the skirt.
“I can’t believe you,” Chihiro said. “You want Yoshio to see you playing with a
boy’s cock?”
“There’s lots about Yoshio you wouldn’t believe, either. I hope he gets here
soon. Hey, why don’t you appraise Taka-chan’s butt while I make him feel good?”
Hiroshi pinched up Taka’s hem, exposing his penis for all to see. “Get ready,
Taka-chan. I’m going to make you feel good with my mouth. Have you ever... done
it yourself? With your hands?”
“You mean have I jerked off?” Taka replied. “I’ve been doing it for about a
year.”
“Oh, excellent. Aren’t you a precocious boy—how old are you, twelve?... Never
mind that though.” He caught the tip of the organ in his lips, and Taka
shuddered. Just from that, he felt like he did when he’d already been
masturbating for a few minutes. And it was just the tip of the iceberg.
Chihiro groaned. “I can’t believe this is starting to get me off.” He’d walked
around behind Takayuki and lifted the back of his skirt. “I don’t know how you
do an appraisal of butts, Hiro, but this looks good. Small, but with a pleasant
roundness—and I can’t believe I’m complimenting a boy’s butt. Fuck, if it’s
under a skirt like this, I don’t know if I can stop myself...”
Hiroshi took his lips off Taka’s shaft just long enough to say, “Go for it,
aniki. You might want to give him some wet finger first though, so it doesn’t
hurt too much. It doesn’t count as another sex-offence if nobody reports it!
Ah, I can’t wait to see how big this thing gets during puberty.”
There was a knock at the front door. That same secret knock. Takayuki’s cock
twitched in the air, glistening from the man’s saliva, then he took it in his
mouth again and made some slurping noises which caused Taka’s blood to feel hot
as it coursed through him.
“I’ll get it,” Chihiro said suddenly and exited the bedroom.
Tight lips slipped to the base of Taka’s penis, trapping it in a storm of
suction and lashing tongue. When Hiroshi drew his head back, Takayuki felt as
though his mind were being sucked out of him. Then the man lifted his hand up
between his legs and started playing with his balls while sucking. And it was
in the midst of orgasm that he saw a new man enter the room ahead of Chihiro.
“This little okama’s going to be the guitarist?” The new guy had shoulder-
length bleached hair and a mean expression. “I’ll need to hear him play, but
until then, it seems like he’s good for something else, huh?” He came up to
Takayuki’s side. “Hey, my name’s Yoshio. You suck cock, boy?”
“Sure you do, don’t you?” Hiroshi smiled up at Taka. “I just showed you how. It
felt good, didn’t it?”
It felt great. And as Yoshio’s cock flopped hard out the front of his black
trousers, all wrinkly and veiny and musky, Takayuki was inclined to taste it
the same way Hiroshi had tasted his. He sat on the bed beside the man who’d
sucked him off and reached out his open hand. “Let me try it.”
Yoshio drew near, and Taka took his cock in hand, leaned forward, and kissed
it. His tongue slid out under it—barely salty—and he sucked, letting go with
his hand as his mouth held it. He tried to wash it with his tongue.
“Ow,” Yoshio said. “Your teeth... you’ve never done this before, have you? You
only got a general idea from having it done to you just now. Well keep your
teeth out of the way, and I’ll show you how to take it like a man.” He placed a
hand on the side of Taka’s head, and thrust his cock in so quick, so far, Taka
thought he was going to vomit till it came out of his throat. Then it rushed in
again. “Teeth off, but keep using your lips and tongue! Try to swallow me,
boy!”
This wasn’t how Hiroshi had done it to him, but he figured there must be more
than one way to do it, and followed Yoshi’s instructions close as he could. The
man was pulling his head onto his cock as he thrust, making it difficult to do
anything of his own volition, but he tried even as he gagged. Having his face
fucked made him hard as an iron bar.
“Aniki,” Hiro said, “get over here. You have something for me.”
“What?”
“Come!”
So Chihiro came to stand before Hiroshi. The seated man unzipped his fly. Taka
couldn’t really see what happened then, but he had some idea as Chihiro
protested: “What are you trying to do, you big okama? Leave my dick alone!”
“It just needs to be a little harder, aniki, and a little slicker. Then this
boy can sit on your lap. Don’t you want that? Let me help!”
“Ugh, fine. I’ll just close my eyes and pretend you’re a girl, or at least a
girlish boy.”
“He’s starting to get the hang of this,” Yoshio said, thrusting his cock-head
in and out of Taka’s throat. The shaft was coated in his drool. “I’m almost...”
He grunted, pushed Takayuki off his cock suddenly and gripped it. Small gobs of
white slime flew out in three spurts.
Shutting his eyes as it came, Takayuki caught it on his face and in his hair,
warm at first but cooling quickly. He let it roll where it would—his sister’s
skirt hadn’t been destroyed by this kind of thing; he’d only had to hide it
because of the evidence he’d done something naughty with it. Now should he hide
himself? No, he thought; he wasn’t in his parents’ house any more.
“That’s good enough, you filthy okama!”
Takayuki turned to see Chihiro pushing Hiro’s head off his hard, slippery-
looking dick. He pointed it toward Taka.
“Stand up,” said Chihiro. “I need to come now, and if I’m going to do it here,
it has to be inside you, boy.”
He did stand, though he didn’t fully understand why. The man pushed him a
little farther away from the bed and went and sat in his place. Then he grabbed
Taka by the hips, pulling, and removed one of his hands to lift the back of the
skirt.
“Such a cute little butt,” he said, and Taka felt his warm breath there. And
after a moment, he felt something wet run between his buttocks and start to
prod. Taka’s prick jolted while his body shuddered. He said nothing as Chihiro
licked him, forcing his tongue inside his arsehole a couple times. “Ready as
it’ll ever be. I need to hurry.”
Chihiro pulled Taka down over his lap. When Taka felt the dick poking him he
knew just what was up, and became a little scared. The man’s dick was going to
get up his pooper! He’d seen enough dirty pictures to know allowing it to
happen would make him even more like a girl than dressing up in girls’ clothes
(which he normally only did for a better wank). But he was a runaway—what did
he care what his parents might think of their boy doing girly things?
He only feared it would hurt, like a very big hard shit in reverse. And it did;
he held back a cry as his arsehole sucked up the intruder slowly, yet steadily,
till the back of his thighs met the top of Chihiro’s. He hadn’t been able to
stop the entry for gravity and his own slipperiness, and now there was nothing
to do but wait and see what happened. The pain had turned to a dull stinging.
“Mm, it feels tighter than a girl’s anus. I’ll wait a little before I start
moving.”
Hiroshi laughed that maniacal laugh. “You haven’t changed one bit, aniki! I’m
glad. Fuck that girl-boy’s bum!” He pulled aside the front of his kimono to let
out his own cock, and began to stroke it.
“Get that out of my face or I’m running away with the boy in tow!”
Looking hurt, Hiroshi turned away. “Yoshio can you help me?”
“Stupid okama, I don’t do anything with penises. You want me to fuck you?”
“Oh, sure, that’s fine too. Let’s do it in the corner and watch Taka-chan take
aniki from there.”
As the bizarre conversation went on, Chihiro began to thrust under Taka,
bouncing him on his cock. The pain returned, but a trace of slime drivelled out
of Taka’s penis then. He’d start to like it, he decided, and reached behind,
grasping for the man’s waist to steady himself. Chihiro took his arms and held
them strongly as he fucked, each thrust making Taka want to cry out—more from
excitement than from pain.
In the corner he saw Hiroshi on all fours with the bottom of his kimono thrown
over his back, and Yoshio behind him, clutching his narrow hips and thrusting.
They were watching him take Chihiro’s dick up his arsehole, and seemed to be
enjoying the show. That they were watching made Taka more excited. His own
penis flopped and drooled, half hard above Chihiro’s repeated impalements.
The first time Taka moaned like a girl in a porno, all high-pitched, he hadn’t
been able to help it; Chihiro laughed, kept stabbing inside his belly. And the
second time he’d made the sound intentionally. After that, he couldn’t quite
tell if the sounds he made were intentional or not, and didn’t care either way.
Hiro started copying him as Yoshio’s hips pounded his backside.
Takayuki had attained full erection once more. He wanted to stroke it, but
Chihiro still held his arms behind him. The man’s thrusts became more violent,
more quick, and he growled, and came to a sudden stop. Then Taka felt the cock
expand and contract inside him several times, and slime leak out of his
arsehole around it as it softened.
Chihiro let Taka’s arms go. “Ugh. What the... what the hell are we doing? Are
we going to... form a band, or what?”
Taka fell forward on his side, his underwear around his knees preventing him
getting his balance. The floor was wood, but the fall didn’t really hurt him.
He struggled out of his underwear, ugly things, and left them on the floor as
he stood. “You can’t... you can’t have second thoughts now, Chihiro! You guys
are the only chance I have of playing in a visual shock rock band—I don’t care
how you use me. I like it!”
“The boy has decided—ah!” Hiro spoke as Yoshio still fucked his arse. “S-soon
we’ll set up in the garage and rehearse one of the songs Yoshi-sama wrote. Y-
you brought your tabs?”
“Of course I did. Chihi-san told me to bring them. Hey, boy, you still have an
erection. Come get sucked off by this okama while I finish up in his rear.”
“Ah, that’s a good idea. My mouth is waiting, Taka-chan!” Hiro parted his lips
and rolled out his tongue.
With little reluctance Takayuki got on his knees before Hiroshi and lifted the
front of his skirt. The man caught his penis in his mouth once more eagerly,
lips and tongue going to work. Wanting to try something slightly different, he
clutched Hiro’s long hair just above the ears, and began thrusting his cock to
and fro inside the man’s mouth.
“You learn quick, don’t you?” Yoshio commented. “You must be good with guitar
like they say. You’ll prove yourself at rehearsal.” He smacked Hiro’s buttock
and howled. “Well I’m spent. Not often it happens twice in one day. You’re
doing great, boy; keep fucking that okama’s face.” Standing, he tucked his cock
back in his trousers and got out of the corner. “I’m gonna go set up the
amplifiers.”
So Yoshio left. Taka was having fun trying to get his cock in Hiro’s throat,
hitting his uvula, making him gag between sexy moans. His blood quickened, and
it wasn’t long before he shot his slime all over Hiro’s tongue. He could get
addicted to sex as he was to guitar.
Hiro spat him out and stood, pulling him up by the arms. Then he patted his
head. “You’re a good boy, Taka-chan. Prettier than a girl and all man where it
counts, though you’ve some growing to do. I hope you don’t change too much in
the coming years.”
He spoke oddly, Taka thought, not much considering what was said before
replying. “I’ll... try not to.”
“Chihiro! Wake up!”
The really good karaoke singer who’d taken Taka’s virginity stirred on the bed
where he’d dozed off, using the guitar as a pillow. How could he sleep like
that?
Hiroshi walked over to the bed. “Chihiro!”
The man darted awake and sat up. He looked around the room for a moment and
said, “So it wasn’t a dream at all. I really did it. We really did it...”
“Did what? Come on, we’re going to the garage.”
Hiroshi led the way. Taking his guitar off the bed, Takayuki followed.
#
Still wearing the high-heeled boots and short skirt without underwear, Takayuki
stood in the garage holding his guitar, which for once was plugged in. He had
to be careful where his hand fell as he picked, lest it brush the amplified
strings and make a lot of extra noise. This wasn’t hard to get used to.
He tremolo-picked from high to low E, just to make sure he was tuned. The
others were moving into position: Hiroshi sitting at the drums, Yoshio trailing
the cord from his bass amp, and Chihiro adjusting the microphone on a stand
that was waiting for him. Taka didn’t have any tabs to work with, but he could
do pretty well improvising, he thought.
And that was what Hiro had suggested to start, and began drumming a lazy beat.
Their “improvisation” pretty quickly turned out being a cover of an X song
played sloppily by ear. It gave Takayuki ample opportunity to exhibit his
prowess.
“That’s enough of that,” said Yoshio. “I’ll go get the tabs and lyrics for a
song I wrote. It’s similar. It would be, since it totally rips off an X song.
I’m not ashamed to admit it.” He laid his bass on the concrete floor and went
out the open garage door, to his car in the driveway, retrieving some papers
from the glove compartment.
The moment Taka was handed the paper with his tabs for the guitar part, he knew
he could not fail. And the song they rehearsed sounded almost original, though
the influence was obvious—that didn’t matter so much. When it was time to
unhand his guitar, he had an erection tenting the front of his skirt.
He was just so excited. Everyone seemed pleased with him, with his abilities
and his body. Yoshio grabbed his butt, said, “I couldn’t have asked for a
better guitarist. You deserve a reward.”
As the man’s finger found his hole, he guessed it would be a sexual reward.
That was well, for all that mattered to Taka now was sex and rock’n’roll. It
was the musicians’ life. How long before he got to try drugs?
Kneeling at Taka’s backside, Yoshio squeezed his buttocks, pulling them apart,
and licked his arsehole. Takayuki stroked his dick as this went on, loving the
feeling, and the attention. Hiro soon got up from his drum set and came over.
“Hey,” Chihiro said, “it’s in the middle of the afternoon—we can’t be doing
this out in the open!”
“Oh,” said Hiroshi, “that’s right. I’ll shut the garage door and switch on the
bulb.” And so he did.
“Being seen isn’t the only problem... but whatever. There’s no turning back
now, and I’m itching for some action again. How are we going to do this? Taking
turns, or...”
Yoshio pulled his face out from between Taka’s buttocks. “Maybe the boy’s ready
for the ultimate womanly pleasure.”
“You can’t mean...!” Hiro’s mouth hung open, covered partway by his hand. “But
he just started today! I can’t even get that done to me with any regularity...”
“Maybe the boy’s ready!” Yoshio reiterated, standing.
Chihiro crossed his arms and scoffed. “And what, pray tell, is this ‘ultimate
womanly pleasure?’”
“As expected from someone whose taste is for minors,” Hiro said, shaking his
head. “He doesn’t know.”
And the answer came in Yoshio’s booming voice: “The ultimate womanly pleasure
is being taken by three men at once!”
Arms dropping to his sides, Chihiro eyed Taka discriminatingly. “I see,” he
began. “In my mind I can picture a woman taking three men at once: one in her
mouth, one in her cunt, and one in her anus. But Takayuki’s male, so how do you
expect that to work?”
“Obviously his anus will have to play the role of cunt at the same time. Hey!
Don’t look at me like that. It’s totally possible: I’ve seen it in porn.”
“Yes, it is so possible,” Hiro interposed. “Your arse-cunt just has to stretch.
And Yoshi-sama can attest to the fact that it regains its tightness with a
little rest.”
“Hmm,” Yoshio said. “Mostly...”
“Eh?! Anyway, let’s see what Taka-chan thinks! He should have a say in the
band’s democratic processes, being our star. What do you think of being fucked
by three men at once, Taka-chan?”
Takayuki, still stroking himself, had begun to finger his own arse in absence
of Yoshio’s tongue. The question took him by surprise, since he thought it’d
been settled they could do whatever they would with him so long as they were in
a band together. But it forced him to give it a little thought. “Will it...
hurt?”
“It will, at first,” said Hiroshi.
“Then it’ll feel good, won’t it? Just like Chihi-san’s cock, except more... two
in my butt, and one in my mouth, right? Ah, it’s exciting. Let’s do it right
now!” He spread his two fingers he’d got inside himself, and thought of how
good his arsehole must feel for a penis, for two penises. He wished he could
fuck himself, but others doing it and telling him how good it was with their
orgasms would suffice.
“This cock-starved little slut can’t wait much longer,” Yoshio said. “I’m
thinking the biggest of us should be under him, so Chihiro...”
“On the concrete? No way! We’re going back to the bed to do this.”
“Fine, but if he’s dry and no longer in the mood by the time we get back there,
all the blood and tears are on your head.”
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Chihiro had undressed down to his socks, and now he got on the bed, his
erection flopping about. His muscular body surprised Taka. Hiroshi and Yoshio
turned out being soft and pudgy in comparison, almost boyish like himself.
Watching the men get naked, he continued stroking his cock, and also played
with his balls.
He never thought the sight of naked men would arouse him so. Maybe, he thought,
it was just the fact of what it would precede. Takayuki neither felt inclined
nor encouraged to undress: he could be fucked fine as he was, in the schoolgirl
uniform and high-heeled boots.
When Chihiro lay on his back, his hard cock pointed straight toward the
ceiling. Heeding its call, Taka climbed onto the bed, too, straddling Chihiro’s
waist. His cock rubbed against the man’s naked muscular abs, which excited him
further. He began to wonder just what he ought to do when Chihiro grabbed his
hips, and he felt the man’s shaft slipping between his buttocks.
“Is he still moist for us?” Yoshio asked.
Chihiro gave no reply, aligning the tip of his cock with Taka’s arsehole and
pressing it in. There wasn’t any pain this time; his butt seemed to swallow it
up to its middle. It even started to slip back out before going farther in.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Dibs on the double-penetration.” Taka felt Yoshi
climb over Chihiro’s legs.
“I don’t object to that,” said Hiro. “Taka-chan owes me his mouth, anyway,
isn’t that right?”
Yoshio squeezed and spread Taka’s buttocks from behind as Chihiro went in and
out. Takayuki answered Hiro, “I guess so.” He remembered taking Hiroshi’s mouth
twice. The kimono-clad man staggered up to stand over the pillows, his erection
peeking out of his attire. Taka craned his neck to catch it in his mouth.
A split second later he felt Yoshi’s hard dick on his tailbone, from where it
slipped, seeming to be trying to get inside him next to Chihiro with little
success. “Fuck,” Yoshi said, “I’m going to be late to the party at this rate.
Maybe a little extra lubrication will do the trick.”
Taka shuddered as a great deal of saliva poured on the base of his spine,
slipping down his crack and over Chihiro’s cock as it thrust mindlessly on.
Then Yoshi tried to enter again, prodding his tight rim whenever Chihiro began
the return journey.
And suddenly he was in, and a jolt of pain shook Takayuki as his arse devoured
two cocks at once. He moaned, trying to keep his teeth off Hiroshi as the man
fucked his face. The pain only increased as the twin invaders took turns
stabbing, stirring up his rectum, and he noticed that his own cock was leaking
slime all over Chihiro’s belly—he didn’t seem to care.
“Whoo!” cried Yoshio. “We’re doing it—we’re really double-teaming this slutty
boy! Feels great, doesn’t it?”
Takayuki couldn’t be sure for whom the question was: him or the man under him
who only grunted in time with his thrusts. He hadn’t expected the ‘ultimate
womanly pleasure’ to be so uncomfortable for him, but he guessed... if the
others enjoyed it, he was being useful in a pretty exciting way. He began to
move his hips, forcing himself on the two penises before they were quite ready.
What a mistake! Surely he bled then.
“Hey, be careful!” Yoshi said. “You want to take our dicks off with your arse?”
“I was... just trying to help,” he panted, Hiro having slipped out of his
mouth. Yoshio smacked his buttock, then gripped tightly and pushed himself
inside again.
“Taka-chan’s a really slutty boy.” Hiro pinched his dick—wet with saliva—at its
base and hit Taka’s cheek with it, then dragged it over to his lips where it
pivoted playfully. “Therefore, a really good boy.” Taka took it in his mouth
again without hesitation, and sucked as he was by two men fucked.
He grew numb to the pain, so all that remained was the excitement, burning him
up, and the raw feeling of three big adult penises burrowing in and out of his
body, making him their home and leaving only to return right after to a place
that shrank in their absence. Chihiro and Yoshio now fucked him in unison, no
longer thrusting in turns, and Hiroshi made his eyes overflow with tears as he
battered his throat, Taka’s lips sliding all the way up to the man’s balls and
sometimes beyond.
Soon Chihiro cried—a manly cry—and tightened his grip on Taka’s hips as he
finished inside. Yoshio laughed and kept fucking, not letting Chihiro’s
softening tool slip out till he had come, too. And it wasn’t long before he
did; but as it happened, Taka thought he was going to rip his buttocks right
off, how tightly he squeezed and pulled.
And suddenly Hiroshi pulled out, almost escaping beyond Taka’s lips when the
cock twitched five times and with each twitch flooded his mouth with bitter
slime. Takayuki swallowed it all in three gulps.
Chihiro had fallen asleep beneath him. When he woke, would he be hoping it was
all a dream again?
“That was the best fuck I ever had,” Yoshi said, retrieving his dead drivelling
worm. “And we’re doing it again some time tomorrow. For now, I need to go get
us some gigs.” He smacked Taka’s buttock again. “You’re one precious piece of
meat, boy. You promise you’ll play in our band... and won’t tell anyone about
the fun we had here?”
“It’s not exactly legal, right? I’m just a kid. But I promise I won’t tell
anyone so long as I get to play in the band and feel your cocks inside me.”
“Smart kid.” He ruffled Taka’s hair.
“Don’t do that!” Taka batted his hand away. “I don’t want to be treated as a
kid—I want you to treat me as a woman.”
“Ah... will do. See you. Don’t lose the tabs.”
Yoshio left the room. Hiroshi straightened out Taka’s hair for him—that he
didn’t mind too much. “Hiro-san,” he said. “Can I crash here tonight?”
“I don’t see why not. Chihiro’s already decided to do so, it seems. It’s kind
of early still, though. You wanna go in the living room and fuck my arse?”
Takayuki certainly wanted to see how an arsehole felt for a penis. He climbed
off the bed and began stroking himself back to erection; Hiroshi clambered down
after him. Taka led the way wordlessly to the living room.
“Oh, how should I be? You want me to kneel on the couch, like this?” Hiroshi
got his knees on the sofa, leaning his chest against the back support.
“That’s fine,” Taka said. “Your butt’s aligned perfectly with my penis!” He
hiked up Hiro’s kimono from behind. The guy’s butt was surprisingly hairless
and clean-looking. “I’m going in dry,” he said.
“Please do!”
He slipped his cock in with less resistance than expected, hands clasped to
Hiro’s buttocks, going till his tip poked something squishy. He pulled partway
out then, only to return to the man’s warm, moist insides again and again.
Hiroshi panted noisily all the while, seeming to enjoy it.
When he reached orgasm inside, Takayuki knew it wouldn’t be the last time. And
indeed for the ensuing years he fucked and was fucked in the band—later known
as “The Piass”—until, eventually, under circumstances complicated and
mysterious, everyone died except him.
Takayuki, guitar prodigy, rocked on. Takayuki, sexual monster, fucked on.
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