To Submit, extra no.2

[radhaj]

Title: To Submit
Pairings: Tetsuya x Hyde, Yukihiro x Hyde, Ken x Hyde
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except for my twisted mind and the fic itself. The people in it are real and free though.
Warnings: Too many + too spoilery. Let's just say: KINKY AS HELL!
Note: OMG, not even five years passed and I finally updated this thing! Yeah, fortunately, I finally managed to give myself a good enough kick in the ass. If it goes to plan, one more part and this will be finished - it got a bit longer than I had expected when starting this extra part.



Extra no. 2 - Part 4

Though Ken needed a second or two to finally draw his eyes completely away from hyde and start moving, he and Yukihiro were soon doing as Tetsu had suggested and stepping away to sit down behind the small table, reaching out towards the bags to open them and start peeking into them, choosing what each of them wanted to eat. The leader found himself lingering in his place, waiting until the two men's attention was at least outwardly completely concentrated somewhere else, and only when that happened did he truly crouch down near his pet, his hand still moving through the shortish hair that had already lost most of the styling that it had done to it before. That was when hyde finally stirred a little, whimpering slightly, but turning his head towards his Master and leaning into the hand a bit like a cat despite the heavy feeling in his body.

"Master?" he mouthed almost without a sound, questioningly. He probably really had been so out of it before that he hadn't heard for sure that Tetsu had returned, but he was too afraid to be insolent to raise his eyes at the person touching him. But the touch alone was enough for him to feel how familiar that person beside him was. And of course he was right. Tetsuya reached out to caress a cheek then, gently, answering without words.

"I see Ken enjoyed your services quite thoroughly," he commented quietly, a smug smirk appearing on his face as he took in even better just how his lover looked, the whole back of the crumpled up dress now damp with perspiration, the body twisted in a slightly uncomfortable position as the petite man was obviously too exhausted to move from it, his legs still parted and his opening exposed, Ken's semen leaking just the tiniest bit out from it, tinted with a barest hint of blood, “And I suppose you enjoyed your time with him too. You must be truly happy I left you in his care,” he finished, but frowned when he realized there was a low buzz accompanying his voice. A quick scan of his surroundings later, the bassist already identified the source of the offending sound as the vibrator that was lodged into a corner of the couch, discarded without being turned off during Ken's and hyde's sexual encounter.

“Yes, Master... This sex-slave is happy whenever it can be of any use to anyone, as it is usually just a waste of space...” the exhausted man dutifully answered his Master's question in a still pitifully quiet voice, while Tetsu stretched out to grab the sex toy and automatically turned it off, “This worthless slut is honoured that Ken-sama deigned to even touch its dirty body... nevermind take some satisfaction from it. It thanks its Master for giving it the opportunity to happen,” the tiny man finished, his voice wavering and stopping every few words to take a shivering breath, but by the end of the short speech he seemed to have recovered at least a bit more and his voice grew stronger. That was enough for Tetsu to decide hyde was ready to move on.

“Good,” he let out curtly, raising himself back to his feet, “Go to the bathroom now though. Clean up until you're no longer a sore for the eye, put this back in where it belongs,” he said, putting the no longer buzzing vibrator near the older man's face, “and return back to my side once you're done. I expect you to be quick,” he ended almost coldly, and immediately turned away, taking his place on the other side of the small table from Ken and Yukihiro, sitting on one of the still empty chairs and reaching for some food himself now, as if nothing had happened and it was just an ordinary lunch break during one of their ordinary rehearsals. Ken was not as nonchalant, however. He kept on side-glancing (a fact that Tetsu easily pretended not to notice) at hyde while the small man gathered himself up with difficulty, biting down any too loud sounds of pain and discomfort, took the sex toy with him and left the room, a tiny limp in his walk. And once the masochistic man was gone, the guitarist turned fully towards the youngest of them instead. Tetsuya had a suspicion of what to expect, and he was proven right.

“Did I... Did I overdo it?” the tall and usually cheerful man asked insecurely, honest fear in his voice now. The bassist sighed, lowering the chopsticks with the food he had been finally about to taste again, and focused on his oldest friend. He knew what the man was experiencing right now, after having had a few minutes to think about what he had just done. Mistreating another person, a friend, using him as a worthless piece of flesh for his own pleasure, probably also humiliating him with his words continuously... It was all so easy when lost in a haze of passion, when a desire for release burned so strongly in one's veins and clouded one's mind. But once it all cleared up and got a chance to hit you full-force, it felt horrifying. Knowing how far you've gone, suddenly questioning every single second of it, wondering if it truly had been okay... Tetsu's first time seemed like ages ago, but he could still remember it. And he could remember “waking up” from it even better. Even now, he sometimes still had these “fallbacks” after sessions, and of course hyde experienced his own side of it almost every time, requiring copious amounts of aftercare to recover. But thankfully, his experience with it all provided him with knowledge of what exactly he should tell his friend now to calm him and lessen his worries.

“You have witnessed how he looks sometimes after I am done with him. Do you think, in comparison, this was more? Something he can't take?” he asked rhetorically, but the worry in Ken's eyes barely even flickered yet once he realized what his friend was saying. However, Tetsu just readily continued, “I assure you, he enjoyed it even more than you did, probably. And you didn't overstep any boundaries at all, he can take much more. There is no need for the doubts you now feel, Ken. He's been involved in this for so long now, and I can promise you, he is experienced enough already to be able to stop you if you did something that was too much for him. I made sure that he is aware of his options in all the time we've done this.”

That was not entirely true though. If Hyde's mind went deep enough into the “subspace” of a scene, he was likely to no longer even realize what was harmful for him and what he could no longer take, his body no longer perceiving sensations realistically as he became too focused on pleasing his Master. But if there was one thing Tetsu was sure of, it was that Ken was not a person that could drive Hyde far enough into that and what the guitarist didn't know wouldn't harm him, so Tetsu kept that piece of information to himself. At least for now. It was probably a good idea too, as this did seem to work in reassuring the taller man slightly, and he breathed out in relief.

“I know I'm probably overreacting and... You do know him better than anyone after all, I should just listen but I just...” he tried to explain, stumbling over his own words, but Tetsu just held up a hand and smiled softly.

“It is understandable. It was your first time doing this. I've been through this too, believe it or not,” he tried to comfort, and threw a smile at Yukki too. He and the drummer went through a similar discussion a while ago already, and the skinny man was nibbling at his food quietly, just letting the bassist do his part now as he could understand its importance, “But you should trust me. You shouldn't be beating yourself up about this now. There's no need. You should just embrace what happened, and enjoy the rest of the day too. Because believe me, Hyde will. Just look at him when he comes back. I'm sure you'll be able to see just what he thinks of what happened, and whether he has any regrets about it or not.”

Tetsu reached out a hand to grasp Ken's wrist and squeezing it in a friendly and supportive way for a second, before letting go and concentrating back on the food. He was hungry, and it was better to move on from the subject now after it had been addressed properly anyway.

“And now, let's eat, for God's sake. I'm starving,” he urged, his mouth suddenly salivating as he focused back on the food, “And don't think I don't see you barely even nibbling there, Yukki. At least one of these portions better be finished completely by you. I don't need a malnourished drummer on the upcoming lives you know, and I will notice if you don't eat enough,” he managed to threaten the skinny man just before his mouth was suddenly stuffed with delicious food and he could no longer talk anymore. The fact that he himself was doing the stuffing was irrelevant.

They had barely dug into their meal for a minute or so before very distinctive footsteps could be heard, courtesy of the bitch-boots, and hyde came back into the room. While normally the smaller man would be crawling on his fours the whole time when in his role, Tetsuya had given him an order to stay on his feet today only, and thus only the petite man's head was lowered as far as possible when he entered.

Ken seem to startle a bit at seeing his tiny friend again, but Tetsuya smiled when he saw the guitarist look at the singer attentively as he knew Ken would be relieved by the sight that greeted him. Recovered from the pure exhaustion, hyde's face was flushed with humble happiness now, and Tetsuya could very well guess the cause.

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hyde was not exactly sure what his Master wanted more: for him to clean up his appearance truly well or for the small man to return back as fast as possible. So in the end the man found himself just hurrying incredibly much to get himself back to looking truly presentable and thus do both. It had been really hard to force himself up from that couch, but the tiny man didn't even want to think about disobeying his Master any more on the day when he was supposed to already be paying for the mistake he had made yesterday, and thus he had quickly got up and gone to the bathroom despite all the pain and the trembling of his limbs.

But now that he was... washing up, he started recovering faster and his head cleared up a bit again. Thus even while he hurried to do something about his mostly-ruined make-up, hyde was able to think of what had just happened at the same time... and he suddenly dared to feel happy. Of course, he knew that it didn't change anything. He still had to be punished truly harshly to pay for what he had done yesterday and he still was nothing but a worthless whore that should remember its place. But still... still, he had apparently pleased Ken-sama. And knowing that it was something his Master had wanted him to do, this meant he had, at least somewhat, pleased his Master as well. At least a bit...

The singer's hand shook slightly in his attempts to correct his hair as he suddenly thought that maybe he shouldn't be thinking like this, he wasn't worth having thoughts like this. But since he knew his only purpose and use was to service other people, it was only natural that he felt like this when he knew he had succeeded in doing so, right?

Clinging to the thought desperately, the man braced himself over the sink with one arm and took a deep breath before he finished the last of his tasks, which was pushing the vibrator back into his abused hole. He had learned by now how to keep his thoughts away from his painful arousal during the times when he was not allowed to come and his pitiful cock was put under control with cockrings or similar means, but pushing the sex toy in meant receiving extra stimulation again, and hyde let out a high-tuned whimper once the plastic phallus slid into his abused passage, and his whole body shook and spasmed a few times. He braced himself with both arms then, taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm his heart down. He didn't know how much more he could bear the torment of not being able to come... but it was, for now, another thing to be maybe.. a little bit... happy about? That he had suffered through it as patiently as he could, not once asking for release, or for mercy that he didn't deserve...

Once he trusted his legs again, the vocalist quickly pulled his panties up, carefully fitting them both over his arousal and the toy in his ass, and though he was in a hurry to return to his beloved Master's side, he took a couple more seconds to scan his reflection, trying to see if there was anything he had forgotten to correct. His face was still a bit flushed, but it was regaining the natural colour slowly now, as hyde's body cooled down. His make-up was partly gone and he didn't have anything to repair it with, thus he had only cleaned off the parts that had been smeared up. His hair was a bit wet both from the sweat and the water he had used desperately, trying to fix his hair, but he hoped at least that would look good once it dried. And finally his dress... it was slightly rumpled, still, no matter how much he had tried to straighten it, and his back felt uncomfortably cool from where the fabric was slightly damp... but all in all, he looked as close to how he had started off this morning as he could hope to be, thus the tiny singer decided it was time to return. He'd been away long already as it was.

The petite man was about to sink to his knees then, but remembered that he should be walking normally today and thus, a bit shakily, just walked back to the break room. Of course, he still lowered his head as much as he could before actually entering the room, and this meant he had to try and get to his Master's side while only seeing the floor. He still managed to find his spot when he saw his Owner's shoes, however, and when he did, he immediately lowered himself to the ground again, kneeling just by Tetsu's chair.

“This worthless one is sorry it took so long, Sir,” he immediately apologized once he took his place. He truly hoped he hadn't managed to displease Tetsu-sama yet again, but a hand that was soon threading its fingers through his damp hair as if in a welcoming gesture reassured him it was not the case.

“All is well, pet,” he then heard his most revered voice, and his heart swelled in pleasure at hearing himself being called that. It showed to him, more than anything else, that he had caused no displeasure, “But you should not forget to give your thanks to Ken. Tell him what you think of how he treated you, little one,” the Bassist urged him, and though the first order was completely understandable, the second confused him slightly as he had no way of knowing what kind of conversation the men had in his absence. But he was not someone who could question the Other Man, and thus he just nodded.

“Of course, Tetsu-sama,” he whispered, knowing he should never forget to answer, and then crawled under the table until he was right in front of Ken, and without any hesitation bent down to place a few worshiping kisses on the guitarist's shoes.

“Thank you so much for using this low pet to your wishes, Master Ken,” he said, trying to convey with his voice how heartfelt the sentiments were, “It is so happy you deemed it worthy enough to be the one you did this with for your first time of using such a dirty slut as this completely...” he continued, but then his eyes widened a smallest of fractions when his own words made him realize what was most likely the reason behind his Master's second command. It had been Ken's first time. The singer swallowed slowly, realizing he should probably choose his following words carefully, “I loved every single second of it, Sir and I would love doing it again if it pleased you... You just treated me exactly as a dirty slut who had misbehaved should be treated,” he breathed out, pressing a few more worshiping kisses to the leather of Ken's boots. He hoped the guitarist would be at least a little bit reassured, and then he retreated humbly back to his spot at his Master's side, only to freeze and hold his breath. As he was so concerned with reassuring the tall man, he had concentrated so much on what he should say that he didn't even notice that he slipped slightly out of his role. It was not something either Ken or Yukihiro would ever notice, but hyde knew he should ever use “I” when referring to himself. It was okay to do so humbly when he had been a good pet and was alone with his Master, but right now neither of these things were true.

The petite man pressed himself closer to the ground, expecting anger from Tetsu-sama, but nothing like that came even as moments passed and the other three men continued eating. The vocalist could only hope this meant his Master understood why this had happened and decided it was a good enough excuse for once... or maybe He just didn't want to bring up how stupid His pet had just behaved in front of His friends, so as not to cause embarrassment to Himself for owning such a failure, and would address the issue later. In any case, the kneeling man allowed himself to let out a breath of relief for now.

However, now that he no longer worried about that, he could slightly relax and take in what was going on around him better, and suddenly his nostrils were assaulted by the delicious smells of the food his Master and His friends were eating. Master had insisted on the tiny man eating a big breakfast that morning, most likely anticipating already that the petite man would need a lot of energy throughout the day, but now hyde also wondered... if that didn't mean he was expected to just be satisfied the whole day just from what he ate in the morning. Because he, of course, was not worthy of sharing the food that the other men were now enjoying...

But, now that he thought about it, he was so hungry already. His mouth was watering, and he just tensed up his body to stop himself from inquiring about it. Whether he got to eat, or he didn't – it was all his Owner's decision. He had no right to even be wondering about this, he told himself, he had no opinion of his own, or at least none that mattered. He was just a thing, a property... His Master made all the decisions, his Master's happiness and comfort was everything that mattered. The words repeated in his head like a mantra, and hyde's breathing evened out as calm washed over his mind as he sunk deeply into the set of mind that comforted him the best.

“Get up, pet, and sit on my lap,” the petite man was startled out from his line of thought by the Bassist speaking up suddenly, and hyde wasted not a second thinking about the command at all before doing as told. Only when he was up and sitting gingerly and shyly in the lap of the person that he adored so insanely did he realize what this meant, and he trembled a little from happiness. He was allowed not only to get so incredibly close to the taller man, but also to touch him, to sit on his lap where he was enveloped so perfectly by his Master's warmth and the scent that he loved so much... It was so perfect that all previous thoughts about hunger disappeared completely from the willing slave's mind. But apparently, the emptiness of His pet's stomach was exactly what made Tetsu command him to change position in the first place.

“Are you hungry, pet?” the man whispered in hyde's ear, the voice so gentle the petite man knew he didn't even deserve it.

“Yes, Sir,” he admitted, of course, as always, being completely honest with the man he belonged to, “This useless thing is very sorry to bother You with its unimportant needs though, Master,” he added immediately, lowering his head even more, feeling horrible now that he realized the much more important man was even wasting His time taking care of him.

“It is fine now, little one, eat,” was the Master's response though, and hyde almost teared up when he saw the taller man intended to feed him, already holding up the chopsticks with some food in his field of vision, “You'll need the energy,” Tetsu finished in an echo of what he had spoken that morning.

“Thank you so much, Sir,” the smaller man still hurried to thank then, and what followed was one of the most beautiful experiences he could have ever expected to get, being what he was. Tetsu-sama continued to feed him, slowly, patiently, and, if he even dared to think that, almost lovingly. The petite man felt so touched and he took care to properly enjoy every moment as he didn't know if he'd ever get to feel this again. Satiating his hunger became only secondary, next to bathing in the care his Master bestowed upon him right then.

But as much as hyde didn't want it to, this too came to an end after some time, and he also had to leave his Master's lap as soon as it did to take care of the now empty food containers and clean everything up so the others wouldn't have to waste their time on it. He did it all in no time, as eager to please everyone as ever, but then wavered when he was done, not knowing where to go and what to do. Would they go back to rehearsing now? Probably, he realized, and held back a distressed whimper. His cock hurt so badly now, because unlike before he was no longer able to make his arousal go away again no matter how much time passed, and he simply didn't know how he would last until the evening, not to mention sing. But he needn't have worried. His Master was always incredibly aware of everything, including His pet's limits, and this time was not an exception. Once the tiny man insecurely returned to his Master's side again, he was suddenly startled when the Bassist grabbed him by the hips and pulled him even closer, His hands soon possessively groping his ass and making him stifle small gasps.

“You've been trying really hard to be a good boy, haven't you?” the younger man growled a bit mockingly, but hyde just shuddered and nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes, Sir,” he whimpered, feeling his cock twinge even more at the sound of his Master's voice like that.

“You even bore the pain of having your pathetic dick hard for so long without complaining even once, like an obedient bitch... I'm pleased...” Tetsu continued, and the singer had to bite his lip not to scream in frustration or start crying when he felt one of those wonderful hands finding the bulge at the front of his dress, and squeezing it a bit, mercilessly, before suddenly letting go, grabbing him by the forearms and abruptly turning him around in a quick flip, making him face (not quite literally as he still had his head lowered) Ken and Yukihiro. Embarrassment poured onto hyde's cheeks as he suddenly became incredibly aware of just how prominent the bulge was already, and how obvious it was what a horny slut he was, “What do you think guys, did this useless waste of space deserve getting some relief yet?” Tetsuya asked coldly, and the petite man's breathing became hectic when he felt a hand at the front of the black dress again, gripping his arousal maybe not as painfully this time, but humiliatingly by making it, impossibly, yet more defined.

“I don't think he'll be of much use for us behind the mic otherwise,” Yukki's answer came, as unreadable as ever, “And I think he proved by now he is sincere in his regret and wish to become better. Let him,” was the drummer's verdict, and hyde's heart fluttered as the singer didn't know whether to be happy at the prospect of some relief, or should he fear what he would have to do to get it.

“I agree,” Ken's voice, though maybe a tad quieter than usual, seemed to have regained its usual confidence by now too, “I made sure he got enough pain when I fucked him anyway,” he offered, and hyde shivered at the evoked memories of those big hands squeezing his most sensitive parts, “He deserves a break.”

“You hear that, wench?” his Master's whisper came from behind him then, “It seems my friends are very lenient and think you should be allowed to release your dirty cum... Aren't you grateful?”

“Yes, Sir,” hyde repeated again then, but then gasped and turned his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut from shame when his Master's hand suddenly moved and lifted up the front of his dress, exposing him to their bandmates even more. The small man felt more humiliated than he'd ever been in his whole life, and worst of all, the feeling, as always, worked only in making him even more aroused as he couldn't help but enjoy being treated like this. He had completely tensed up by then again, and his hands had curled into fists, his short nails digging a bit into his palms as he struggled not to move and just let his Master do whatever He wanted with him. He could sense as that hand worked further, and now even pulled the front of his panties down, baring him completely, before the nimble fingers found an end of the silky rope that had held hyde's genitals captive, and pulled on it in some certain way that made the rope uncurl almost immediately, releasing the cock and the testicles. Hyde whimpered pathetically when he felt how the blood-flow returned to being normal, especially when the cock ring was also quickly pulled off. He never understood how his Master managed this – undoing all those bindings he made with a smallest movement, not even having to see it from the front. The tiny man would never be able to do the same, it seemed like magic to him as he knew he'd spend at least ten minutes trying to free himself.

But none of it truly mattered right now anyway. Tetsu's hand was now pulling the panties back up before pushing him forward slightly.

“Get on the table you so conveniently cleaned up, and whack off in front of us,” he ordered succinctly, leaving his pet no choice but to obey immediately, no matter how shocking the order was, “And don't dirty your clothes, whore,” came the last mocking comment, as hyde lifted himself up and onto the table, trying to find a suitable position, before lying down on the barely large enough table, right in front of all three of the other men.

His breathing fast and excited as he could barely believe what he was about to do and that he was finally allowed to get what he had needed so badly by now, hyde started slowly, his fingers sliding up his thighs, barely brushing the sensitive skin with the tips of his short fingers, before he reached the silky material of his underwear. Careful, still waiting for his abused genitals to recover a bit, he barely rubbed himself through the panties gently, massaging his cock and his balls just a little, his breath hitching audibly even from those slight touches. He went on like that for half a minute, even teasing himself a bit, before taking hold of the panties and very slowly dragging them downwards, exposing himself and sighing when he felt cool air hitting his heated flesh once the clothing article was removed.

His hands were trembling, but he still lifted one of them to curl it around his hard penis then while the other went to start, carefully, kneading his balls, and that was when reality hit him full force, a bit of the regular Hyde even returning to his mind. He was lying on a table in his band's rehearsal studio, clad in a whore's clothes, without any underwear, his dick and testicles in his hands, about to masturbate in full view of all of his bandmates. In front of Ken and Yukki. The petite man sobbed quietly and tearlessly when the demeaning realization washed over him, and started moving his hand at the same moment. And he loved it. He was such a slut, he enjoyed the situation... His cock filled with blood even more and became as hard as a stone, while he slid a hand slowly up the length and then down again. He reveled in this.

“Th-this slut hopes... the Masters can... can see as well as they wish,” he stuttered out humbly then, just as his hips lifted involuntary off the table once, thrusting into his own hand before he could stop himself, “And i-it hopes... you will enjoy... seeing this shameless bitch... wanking off...” he finished, gulping down air by now as he started moving his hand faster, his own words making him even more excited. He could not talk anymore after that however. Under the watchful eyes of his bandmates, all of whom were cooly relaxed leaning back in their chairs around him with smirks on their faces, he began pumping his flesh with fervor, tugging on it slightly painfully and pushing his groin into the movements as well. A different mantra from before was now repeating in his head, making his eyes fill with tears of humiliation and his cock leak pre-cum, betraying his true feelings about it. They're watching me, he repeated in his mind. They see me while I have my hand on my cock, pumping it, jacking off... They'll know forever now how horny I am, how wanton, how dirty.... They're watching me... They'll watch me until I come, like a filthy slut...

He had no hope, of course, to last enough to give the other men a good, long show... Already, he was moaning, grunting and whimpering loudly, almost sobbing with the need that had been burning so long inside him already. He hid nothing, didn't hold back even one sound anymore, wanting the others to know the truth about him. He lost himself in the sensations so completely, he barely had time to lift himself up slightly and aim his dick down at the table so he wouldn't dirty his clothes as his Owner had ordered him not to, before he finally let go completely and released, his body convulsing slightly and a scream tearing from his throat as flashes of incredible pleasure shot through his body, giving him some well earned relief while spurts of semen burst from his twitching cock, dirtying the surface of the table right between his spread out thighs.

And then it was over. Heaving, the vocalist collapsed limply back on the table, strength temporarily leaving his body completely. His heart was hammering in his chest, and his eyes were still clenched shut as he tried to take control of his emotions. He did it. He really went and did it, he masturbated in front of everyone, and it was so embarrassing, and a tiny voice in the back of his mind whispered he couldn't imagine how he'd be able to face his bandmates tomorrow, but he squashed it and tucked it somewhere even further away. He couldn't afford to waver in his true role right now. His Master... was his Master pleased? That was all that mattered...

“So you really did it, slut,” as if on cue, he could hear his Owner's voice, “You really showed everyone what a wanton whore you are now... releasing your spunk like that, in front of everyone, so shamelessly... And you've made the table filthy with your cum, just look!”

At the urging, hyde blinked his eyes open and managed to raise himself up until he was more or less upright, his knees parted, his head bowed right over the mess that was his creamy load on the table.

“You know what to do now, cum-whore, so get to it. Show my friends what you like to do when you make such a mess of yourself,” was the following order, and even after everything that had already happened, the thought of doing this in front of Ken-sama and Yukihiro-sama made him blush even more in shame.

“Yes, Master, thank you for the permission, Master,” he whispered devotedly anyway, and scuttled backwards a bit before bending down more and started licking up his own release, cleaning the table up with his own tongue. In the privacy of their home, in front of his Master only, eating his own cum with relish had become a completely usual thing to him by now. But right now, with three pairs of eyes piercing into him instead of just one, hyde's cheeks filled with heat more and more with every drop he swallowed, and by the time he was done, he felt like he was burning up.

“Thank you, Sir,” he expressed his gratitude again anyway, still staying bent over, “This dirty cum-eater is now feeling very well fed and full.”

“Good,” the Bassist answered, and the tiny man could almost hear the smug smirk in his voice, “That means you're ready to get back to work now,” came next, and hyde immediately nodded and agreed, having expected as much, and slid back onto the ground after pulling his underwear up again and his dress down. He felt truly ready to go back to singing now anyway, even if all the sexual activities had left him a bit drained. But he expected to recover from that in a bit, and at least now he would no longer have to bear the pain of his crotch and the pent up arousal inside of him, having dealt with both of these distractions. Now that his genitals were free, the vibrator that was still in his hole was almost ridiculously easy to ignore. And though the vocalist knew his voice was still rather rough because of the abuse his throat had suffered through before, he held hopes the rest of the rehearsal would go quite productively, and his Master would be, maybe, a little proud of him.

tbc...

Comments

[radhaj.livejournal.com]

XDD Everyone is XD

[cherrylng.livejournal.com]

I want another gangbang fic on Hyde again, especially on KenzHyde and YukihiroxHyde. It's so hard to find fics like that, the former more so |3

[radhaj.livejournal.com]

ah, there's a gangbang of sorts coming up in one of the extra parts of To Submit soon. As soon as I get to finishing writing it that is ^^;

[cherrylng.livejournal.com]

I shall wait then :3

I have this KenxHyde thing going on, but that's probably because there's a lack of it |3

[radhaj.livejournal.com]

I'll try to finish it off soon then :) Hopefully...