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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Atobe_Keigo/Kabaji_Munehiro
  Additional Tags:
      Bondage, Dom/sub, Rimming
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-07 Words: 2037
****** Role Reversal ******
by OtakuAngelD
He was just so beautiful. He was just so lovely. A large hand slid over perfect
pale flesh. It was so soft. He knew it was evidence of the elegant bath salts
the other used. He couldn’t get enough of that soft, supple flesh. He could
just sit and touch it. He could stroke that pale pretty skin and watch it move
and shift as the other arched under the roughened fingertips. He loved it. How
supple and sweet it was. And he adored that voice. That soft mewling voice when
he stroked down the spine and over firm buttocks.
“K…Kabaji….” Atobe gasps, pushing his hips up into that hand. “Please…” He
looked back. It was such an awkward position he had been put in. Hips and ass
up in the air, on such display, knees spread out to display his dangling
hardness. His chest and shoulders were firmly on the bed, head pillowed. It was
shameful. It was so embarrassing and the deep seated prude in Atobe wanted to
close his legs and hide his obvious pleasure. He wanted to, so so badly. But he
couldn’t. He couldn’t because of the spreader bar. Hard cold metal, rigid and
unforgiving, held by thick leather straps around his thighs. Kabaji had put
that there. Kabaji had put that there and he couldn’t remove it. He couldn’t
because his hands were bound so securely behind his back. When he moved then
even the slightest, the short chain attached to the links between the wrists
would pull a little on the pretty leather collar he wore, strangling him a
little. “Please…release me…” Sometimes, he still forgot who was in charge here.
That large calloused hand slid ever so slowly up Atobe’s back and into his
hair. For a moment, Kabaji enjoyed those silken locks before he tangled his
hand into it and pulled, pulling Atobe’s head up and forcing his shoulder down
more. “Keigo…” He rumbled… “You might call the shots outside…but in here…” His
heavier frame pressed against that perfect back to whisper into an ear before
biting it. “I’m the boss.” He knew though that it was difficult for Atobe to
remember that little fact. But he also knew…Keigo had so much power, so much
control over everyone or everything. And he knew that what he really needed was
control. He needed the control and the strictness that his parents never gave
him. He needed someone to put him in his place and remind him he was human.
Kabaji was that person, had always been that person and this was just a natural
progression of what had always been since they were little.
Those too blue eyes swept over Kabaji with a regal icy glare. “Ore-sama said…
mffff.” He didn’t finish the sentence. He couldn’t because a moment later, a
large hand had placed a round sphere into his mouth. He closed his eyes and he
felt his lips strength around the ball that now silenced him. Made small
indignant sounds of protest as the strap in the back was fastened. He continued
to stare, as Kabaji’s face grew closer.
“Keigo…” He stated. “What did I tell you about that? You’re not a king here…You
are just Keigo. You are Keigo and you are mine.” He leaned in and pressed lips
against those stretched so thin around the ball gag. “And you’re so sexy when
you’re silent.” His tongue washed over the ball and loosened his grip on
Atobe’s hair to let his face fall back onto the pillow. “Now be a good boy and
stay that way.”
He tried to make sounds behind the ball but his protests turned into a soft
grown when he felt those hands again, going down his bound arms and back to his
back and around his hips to rearrange him properly. He jerked a little when the
flat of a palm smacked against his ass. It didn’t hurt because he knew Kabaji
would never hurt him. Never. It only served as a warning. A reminder of just
how strong Kabaji was, how much in control his “yes man” was. The sound turned
into a whimper when he felt the moistness of a strong tongue across the place
where Kabaji had smacked a moment earlier. He knew that Kabaji would not remain
there. He knew Kabaji would have him begging, even with the gag. Begging
because Atobe Keigo didn’t beg.
Kabaji’s tongue moved further, closer until he was at that puckered opening. He
licked over the taunt balls, dangling. Perhaps sometime, he would put a nice
leather binding around those too. Keigo always looked so good in leather. Plus,
then he could tighten it so that Keigo couldn’t come until Kabaji let him. Oh,
that would be fun. He would definitely do that in the future. But for now… his
tongue dipped into that opening, slick muscle working that hole, getting it to
relax, trying not to laugh at the way Atobe squirmed. And Atobe squirmed so
sexily. He did it ever single time.
He could feel that tongue entering him. Thrusting and curling, slick and hot
and hungry. He tried to protest, hips quivering as he tried to escape. It was
dirty…Such a dirty action. It drove his prudish nature insane to know that
there was a tongue…there…. Of all places. It was sick and it was wrong and
it…it felt so good. God it felt good. Without his permission, his hips shifted
back, trying to get more of that. More…he wanted more. His hips shifted
upwards, baring his ass more. He could have cried when he did because it
stopped. It stopped and that slick appendage was taken away.
Kabaji could play this game all night. It was always so much fun to torment
Keigo in such a fashion. His Atobe was such a closet hedonist is wasn’t even
funny. But he wouldn’t give Keigo want he wanted. No. Because everyone gave
Keigo want he wanted. He would make Keigo wait until he was ready and not a
moment sooner. “You want it don’t you, Keigo.” he all but purred. “You want my
cock in your cute little hole.”
The redness that came across Atobe’s cheeks was answer enough. That was another
thing that got him going. Such dirty talk. Not at all the polite nothings that
comprised of his day. It was vulgar and dirty. Polite society frowned upon
that. Then again, polite society frowned on this too. It most definitely
frowned upon, the heir of a multi-trillion dollar corporation being tied and
bound, asshole loose and moist and waiting. Waiting for the monstrous cock that
he knew the other boy possessed. And he wanted it. He did want it. So much that
then he looked over his shoulder this time, those blue eyes were soft,
pleading. please….please…. He shifted more, chest scraping a bit over the soft
sheets, catching on the nipple rings that Kabaji had convinced him to wear.
Rings that sometimes were hooked to a little chain so that Kabaji could drag
him around the room when he wasn’t collared. The feeling made him moan again.
He needed it. He wanted it. And he knew he wouldn’t get it until Kabaji wanted
to give it to him. He wanted to cry when it was fingers instead of thick hard
cock that entered him next.
Kabaji knew he had large fingers. He knew that spit wouldn’t be enough. Tongue
wouldn’t be enough. Plus Keigo was so wonderfully wonton speared on his
fingers. Pushing back against them even as he mewed and moaned in protest
against the onslaught. He uncapped that wonderful sweet smelling lube. Always
aromatic, making the room smell even more sinful. He had chosen it because of
that smell. Because he knew that Atobe went wild at that scent. That sweet
forbidden scent. And because he knew that, he doused a great deal into that
hole and let the liquid pour down and drip down that already dripping member.
“Look at you…making a mess.” He thrust his fingers a bit hard against that
little pleasure button inside.
Keigo bucked. His cries could be heard past the ball gag. “Please…Please. Mmmm.
Munehiro. Please…please just…”
He twisted his fingers a little inside of Keigo and laughed against his ear.
“Please what, Keigo. I won’t do anything unless you say it. Say it Keigo…Say it
and maybe I’ll be nice and give it to you.” He knew it was cruel, and he knew
it was mean as Keigo had to work hard to even make the noises he was making.
But it showed Keigo again who was in charge. But even as he was saying that,
Kabaji was already slicking himself up and positioning himself.
“Take me…I beg you…fuck me. Make me yours again….Own me.” His words were
muffled by the gag, but he was still sort of understandable.
That was all Kabaji needed. He plowed into that waiting hole with his throbbing
member. Keigo always felt so good. This insides always swallowed him up so
nicely. Large hands gripped around hips to pull and push. Each thrust doing
deeper than before, filling the smaller boy under him without the slightest
protest. Like like the first time when Keigo had though his monster dick would
spilt him in half. But now his cock was welcomed in like an old friend.
Each thrust was like fire. Each huge solid movement hit right against his
prostate. Kabaji was so huge that he was always so full. He could never take
all of that massive cock in, but each time he could accept more of it. He could
now take all of it. Every last inch. He knew he was truly owned when he felt
those heavy balls slapping against his ass. Owned. He belonged to Kabaji. He
was Kabaji’s. He was Kabaji’s pretty little pet to fuck and it felt so damn
good. It felt more than good. He was sure he was drooling and he didn’t care.
All he cared about right now was that he could give up all pretences and be
taken. Pounded. Brought back to Earth once more. Taken off his pedestal and
rendered human. It was just too wonderful. But even more wonderful was what he
knew was coming.
Kabaji reached around to tug at one of the nipple rings fore reaching down to
that leaking cock. Keigo was all but pouring precum and he could tell that the
boy would be coming soon. He tightened his grip to stop it. Not until he was
done. Keigo wouldn’t get to cum until he was through and not a moment sooner.
Not that he would last long. When he thrust this hard and rode that perfect ass
that vigorously he knew he would blow his load quicker. It always felt so good
to explode inside Keigo. To paint his insides white and mark the older his
inside. He always came heavy and it always leaked out between their joining. It
made his sliding that much better, angling his huge rod in that happily abused
hole. Once he finished spurting, he finally pumped Keigo to completion, letting
the other cum.
Atobe could feel Kabaji pulling out. He always felt so empty after, His hips
fell and he could feel semen leaking out of his ass. It always felt so
sinful…So perfect yet so dirty. He sighed in relief when the gag was removed
and tried to speak, but his voice wouldn’t allow him. His voice and Kabaji.
Fingers were encircling his collar and he found himself pulled towards Kabaji’s
cock. A little limp and covered in cum. Kabaji’s hand was next to it. The one
covered in his own. He didn’t even need the other to tell him what to do…Lick.
He had to lick. Clean it all off. Plus he got that huge rod in his mouth. And
even as he did, head bobbing up and down, he could feel Kabaji playing with his
ass again. He smiled a little around that massive piece of meat. They would do
it again…Kabaji was so good to him.
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